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Jaxey  Jan 8
Irony
Jaxey Jan 8
some 
                                        things
in                                  
        
l i f e

are                         
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u n d e r s t a n d

   
when
left                                          
                      
m i s u n d e r s t o o d
Try the understand the misunderstood
Bryan Dahl Jan 2013
Some holding out their hope
Others giving up their dead,
Some believing miracles,
More prefering risk-free will.
Some expecting disappointment
Find regret instead,
Some wait for Luck's return
In broken pieces, still.
Some in line against the wall
Wait with vacant eyes,
Some with kids who won't shut up
Just look down and sigh,
Far too many end their days
The way we first arrive.
Dead hopes and broken miracles,
Our televisions thrive.
Ron, Bobby and Warren, you get long in history.
But through words of various songs known.
Your image will forever be known.

Even Claudette seems to get mention more.
Then true to life, she was the subject of many songs.

From more love to my girl she forever will be known.
But the miracles stand out in all your songs.

Sure Smokey could have written them without you.
Except a group becomes known for the many things they do.
Nathalie Feb 24
She looked at her words
as they spawned across
the pages...she knew that
the emotions that came
flooding through were
the ones that
contained the wisdom
of her heart...simple
seeds blossoming into
their own fruits,
producing lasting
results of everlasting
love...her faith was
strong and she stood
calmly in witness of
growing miracles,
the unfolding of
a birth; new awareness.

~Nathalie
I have grown old,
My hairs are all white,
And my eye-sight is failing rapidly;
I no longer trust my body.
I am now left
With the strength of my mind
And the will-to-live
Which make me think and reflect
In my past experiences.
The intimacy with myself is rent
And I have never cared to inquire
About the kind of world hidden within me;
I have never thought
About my final moorings
And I have never been informed
About the sweet nectar of true happiness
Available everywhere.
I have tried to wander on my own
And refused miracles,
But where ever I go
I swiftly follow me
As if I exist yet do not exist,
To remind me that I am always alone.
Stressed ?, Tensed ?, Frustrated in a blow ?,
Go to desert, beach, hill or a mountain of snow,
Sure, plan a trip, better make it solo.
Be free, feel the thrill, fear, love as you go.
Travel to unknowns, meet strangers say hello.

Feeling hurt?,
Stretch a desert,
Feel the sand,
Slipping through your hand,
Realise everything isn't in your control
A camel safari make it a goal.
Experience the culture, mix with locals
to rediscover yourself.

Are you in pain?
Head to mountains,
Altitude will test you in every way,
Your petty issues will go stray,
Try trekking, feel the snow,
Chilly breeze upland it blow,
Challenge your limits.
Trivial issues but mighty mountains digits.

When in doubt,
A beach you scout,
Feel the tropical sun,
Respect the relentless sea overrun,
You surf, sail and try the ****** fun.

Go beyond, challenge your limits,
Experience the miracles of nature,
Subside your pain, let stress be a bygone,
Rediscover yourself in the far unknown.
Many of us are going through unimaginable hard times,
But **** truth about life is, it goes on.
I see traveling and going to unknowns as a remedy to the pain and frustration. This way one can rediscover himself and find meaning to life.
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