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Throughout the muddle of to and fro
Our borrowed time, our come and go

Our constant search for the quicker way
Never owning the chance to seize the day

Only at life’s halt, do we then discover
The purpose of the quiet hour

Time to shop, no time to stay
Time to entertain, no time to pray

Of doors to lock and belts to buckle
Of errands to run, and babies to suckle

No time to smell the roses scent
Time quickly lost, time idly spent

Forgotten I love you’s, a broken vow
Speeding up won’t solve it now…

In constant motion, on the go
We say goodbye, before hello

Addiction to speed, such a real provocateur
Not worth being ill, or the Doctors bill later

Yet there is time to figure this out
To really know what life’s about

For life is sweeter when you know
What it means to honour slow
Joseph Childress

Absence makes the heart grow
Fonder for most
Somber for some
Odd of others

The presence of love
Is the foremost force
In the divorce
Of reason

Attachments
Magnets
Victims of attraction
Repel
Then make tractions
That keep the world
Moving

Rebels revel
In revolution
Worshipping
The great changing
Like crescent moons
Before the new

Each phase
Relays the latest trend
As love, hate and sin
Blends in a cocktail
Of delusion

Drunkards play martyr
In the extremist
Conditions
Relentless systems of belief
That leaves relief
For the reliving of death

The children witness it all
Imitating
And coming up shorter
Than expectations
With each generation
Alternating ideas
For alternatives
Altering native ways of thinking

Beings battle for correction
In facilities
As others rights
Squander
In the quelling of dissent
Fighting fear
Is dear
To the hearts of trendsetters
Setting the standard
For the new age
New way of thinking

Off to Walden’s Lake
For the Great Disappearance
Dissing appearance
For the sake of absence
As absentmindedness
Watches from afar
Don’t worry
I’ll return with enough
Civil disobedience
The laws will have to change
In our honor
 May 2014 Ilona Inezita
Jack
If poems were beautiful dreams,
you would be my poetry
Why should you give up?
When you can still stand up

Why should you breakdown and cry?
No way, you are not going to die

Why should you fall?
When you never try to bounce back
and be brave to face it all?

Why should you fear ?
When Its clear,
you aren't  in danger.

Why should you be a pessimist?
When only good things happen
once you decide to become an optimist...

Why should you end your life?
When you could save so many lives

Why should you  turn away and say Good Bye?
If you don't even care to give it a try

  Please try ....
Choose to throw your pathetic hat today
and start wearing your positive hat everyday...

You choose to live or you choose to die
Only you can choose
Not me.. Not anybody ealse
Only you...
Choose what you want to be...
A motivational poem for those who love to give up without even trying...
 May 2014 Ilona Inezita
Oco
madness
 May 2014 Ilona Inezita
Oco
sometimes i wonder
if the world i live in
is one i made up in my head
that exists only for me

and if that’s true
i don’t mind
because the world i’ve created
is filled with madness
but the best madness i’ve created for myself
is you
All armies are the same
Publicity is fame
Artillery makes the same old noise
Valor is an attribute of boys
Old soldiers all have tired eyes
All soldiers hear the same old lies
Dead bodies always have drawn flies
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