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Have you figure it out yet?
The blueprint of our souls
Are you happy
Are you healthy
Are you truly in control
Surely there’s a reason
Surely there’s a way
To embrace the sacred fountain
In this existential maze.
Traveler Tim
There's always a beginning
There'll always be an end
And no matter how you play your cards
You won't see round the bend.
For tomorrow is another day
The morning sun will shine
And the layer of potentialities
Is arrayed for yours and mine.

In looking back a long time
A little boy in jeans,
Check shirt on a pushbike
Amid the in betweens.
Nothing really mattered,
Each day came and went
and before the realization dawned
The infancy was spent.

Mother died of cancer
The agony in eyes
Just 43 years of age
In alcoholic lies.
The Old Man was likewise
Collapsing in my arms
He passed away at 43.
Evaporated charms.

Adolescence came and went
Forced to join the race
Of madness in the unknown
The world's a violent place.
Decision ****** upon in spades
Cut and ****** in life
It's Papua or Vietnam
Instead, I took a wife .

Disaster in the making
A sidestep in the way
I left the complication there
And coldly strode away.
Changed the whole complexion
Altered how it planned
Ended up with knapsack on
Afresh in New Zealand.

Strangely how it re-aligns
The order falls in place
Confusion dissipates to let
What clear defined, creates.
Somewhere I turned the corner
Took it all in hand
Built an actuality
Of promise in this land.

Pride and hard ambition,
defy the odds and graft.
Visualize a rainbow
From inspiration's craft.
Build it with your own two hands
With sweat upon your brow
And know, within your very depth
You're on the right path now.

Lady luck was with me
Somewhere along the way
I found myself a sweetheart
In chance creation's way
Then ragamuffin boychilds
Scrapping on the rug,
Engendered that which matters
In life's eternal shrug.

You touch upon the beauty
You taste the honeyed wine,
You walk on fields of flowers
In the nectar of your time.
Tenderness and kindness
Essential to the mix
Should you wish to be of value
In the blended world you fix.

Some you win, some you lose
Sometimes you just laugh
For as the years meander
There's humor in the task....
And a gentle satisfaction
In the way it all pans through
And in my eighty year reflection
I'll just throw a smile to you.

M@Foxglove.Taranaki.NZ
Eighty years, gone in a flash.
Wouldn't have wanted it any other way though!
There
the crescent moon
masquerade
as
the
sluice of the slough
marooned
from reality;
Brightened in spaces
embraced
by
the
Darkside
of it's gothic status
.
What is there not to like ?

What is there to be liked ?

What a lot of What-a-burger
cough , cough , could you step back out of the light ?

I caught you with your finger in the hole

the one that plugs the leaking waters of the ****

Saw you hike up your skirt
just checking to see if all was tight

Yes I wonder if you are all right

I do the same myself

I opened up many doors
just to have them slammed in my face

What if we all were born of age and reversed the time that went ?

Would we fret the womb and the unaging going back ?

When I pause to think of you I try to not tarry long

It was just a lighter shade to the pale of winter and it was just a hazy song
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