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Mark Donnelly Jun 2016
The window is a world of view,
a mind is too,
through piercing sun or solemn gloom there is colour born anew,
a mood of positive or negative, still hope remains true,
the spring is abloom with colours prismatic, air afresh with scents,
hope springs eternal in your mind, negativity gone through forgets,
summer blazes wildfire hot, sea scents wistfully play the air,
fun is to be had, as you bloom anew,
autumn comes vividly, somber colours announce impending gloom,
mood negatively paths, trepid you await the cold,
will there be colour, will my world be just the window i look through,
winter comes quick and cold, thoughts of a colourless life bring despair,
yet out of the window a bud still waits, through your window view,
colour is present despite the perceived doom, positivity awaits those who can view.
Looking out my window one bleak day I saw a beautiful flower.
Mark Donnelly Jun 2016
The sky a dark eyed wonder why,
Stars glimmer stark to the eye,
Mind travels trajectories far,
searching for meaning in the mar,
while those exploit and pull thee to a cause,
you take a minute to pause,
for everyone a being of special root,
meaning the anchors of society are moot,
for you to follow your meaning,
will mean you are a special being.
So I think the search inward is space travel
Mark Donnelly Jun 2016
Cyrstal glass and morning sun, the day has just begun,
life at the ready, awake the bones show the mirror the real you,
disaster aview the withered not born new, your day can be summed by your point of view,
opaque glass of distorted colours gives rise to known thoughts of different you's,
So step out the door and hit the sun, it brings the energy when your day has begun,
Oh the sun, it shines on you, makes you feel all new,
The chair creeks like a rusty gate as you sit to await your fate,
you check the email box for hint of cheer, instead dread is what you fear,
demand on demand and your day is awaste with wasted time,
where is the window? oh so far, step up from you box and get there fast,
out of the window the world awaits, the sun shines on without you as your day goes awaste
Oh the sun, it shines on you, makes you feel all new,
Give it up get there, you have given your share,
life awaits you, give up the ghost of the host that binds you,
oh the sun shines on
I once worked in an office, while i dithered the world was alive.

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