NEW DAY

Once again we wait with bated breath ,the next cycles will be up for review

Guilty grief from an unsaid breach,will paying the piper bring some relief

Past seasons gave no reasons, penance left scattered, righting the wrong was taboo

Seasons marked with sunlight cycles ,broken into months and days, each one brings another motif

Ringing in another some say why bother, leading to another broken and crooked avenue

Start a year full speed in high gear,then shifting down,weight is great if turning over a new leaf

Dancing and drinking in the twilight even brings amateurs delight,party long overdue

Revolutions of resolutions stirring the air ,has the past been fair,will begging atonement clean our grief

So do we follow previous scripts or show original tricks ,make the way to an even better rendezvous

Last lessons from our past now the next test, as another years memory's are laid to rest  , just let us be grateful for what we are about to achieve. R.C.

There is so much that i don't understand
I feel like its not something that concerns me
While it seems so obvious why
It seems like even i, have some pride

A girl that looks at you like you were her whole world
It feels like all she wants is to say your name with every breath she takes

A girl that cherish you as if you are her treasure
Caring for, and fearing for you to have the slightest discomfort

A girl that loved you with all her hearts
She make it seems like living is not worth it without you

I've seen it all
People keep saying it
How does it feel, i would ask to myself
For it such a foreign thing for me

Being in love is something i knew about
But to be loved back, is just a faraway dreams that i don't deserve to had

Someone like me
Someone like her
...........................

In the mirror of my soul
Nothing appears as foul
I glimpse things stable
Some facts Conceivable
My voyage from one place to another
Often escapes ungraspable future
Symbolizes calm serene postures
But at every threshold brings
Disasters mingled with depressions
Which sticks as tags
And I have to release it from my soul's bag
Soul is a mirror and a bag
Where I can see my reflection
And in the bag search for my possessions

Let your pain be pain.
Don’t hide it under beautiful metaphors or a smile.
For the love of God, don’t push it so far down that you’re walking every step on thorns.
Let your pain bleed through.
Holding onto the ache will not make you stronger.
(Believe me, it will not.)
Pain makes skeletons.
It makes you bitter, angry, and numb.
Gripping so tight that your knuckle turn white will not dilute the burn.
It will wilt your soul.
Pain does always not build character.
It just hurts.
Pain is a wound that festers.
It will wait years upon years for it to be picked at.
What do you believe will happen when it begins to bleed again?
Let the pain flow.
Let it slip out of your wounds and roll down your eyes.
Let it pour out of your mouth till your voice is shaken to the core.
You’ll thank yourself in time.

Have you ever thought about your life without the demanding concept of time? Chances are you probably can’t, one of the very first things we learn is how to tell time. You know the year, the month, the day of week, right down to the time of day. You have tiny clocks on your wrists, some hung on your walls, there’s one on your screen and even your car. It’s funny how man is so dependent on time. Surrounding ourselves with a paralyzing concept that only man endures. When all around us in nature time is simply ignored, the birds are  not late, and wolves don’t fret over the passing of birthdays. See the world around us lives free while man suffers from the fear of time running out.