Walking along at sunset is wonderful end of the day
You contemplate and remember, just what was on display
You think about the good times and throw in some new thoughts you had
You look back on your day and calculate if the changes made you glad
You hope that your day was well spent, on things that made you feel right
If not, there is always tomorrow, where a new path just might be the light...
Brian Hill - 2019 #249
Take a sunset stroll and rethink your day...
There I was, at the edge of the bridge,
Begging for the water to take me away.
To somewhere far from this cruel world,
Where there's only tomorrow, no today.
I fell deeper and deeper into the abyss,
There was nothing I could do or say.
But now I have arrived anywhere else.
I'm not sure if it's better, but I'll stay.
reside in the heart of
stalked past and present.
would the sun
still shine the same,
if it’s own tomorrow
was never promised?
Oh falling star
How you fall without me
A perfect world among the many
Yet I still take you for granted
If tomorrow never rises
And we spin out of control
It’s all my fault,
For never understanding
The complex schemes
That complete your world
I live among my flaws
Won’t allow such luxury to love myself
Better you than me
To be consumed by this fallacy
I won’t allow the cracks on my walls
To show the mess behind me
But you can’t lay your righteousness
When I fall apart
When you hide behind your walls
Just like me
But nevermind the past
Just focus on the future,
Just focus on the now
Because the day we forgive ourselves
Is the day that we defy gravity
And all the anomalies within our world
Will make sense
wishing for the impossible
waiting for another day
hoping for a better tomorrow
wishing for a better end
Each day is broken
At the zero hour,
Splintering like a derelict,
On the craggy shoreline of the morn;
To the oceans of yesterday,
The beach combed for treasure,
To keep for tomorrow.
When you find yourself googling ‘marine+law+salvage’ it’s time to stop poeming for the day. Have obviously been watching too much Poldark!
‘Every day we reconstruct our lives out of the salvage of our yesterdays.’
- James Sallis, Death Will Have Your Eyes
Of course it’s watered down
Everything is and see
There’s always a watering down
As you knew always and we all knew
Along with you but take notice
Of how it all is
In all dimensions this
And this and this and this
And this and this and this
But yes we see it all snapshot
Until maybe just or only a poem
Can or cannot capture
What has to be but it may get close
Or close enough to see nothing
Is forgotten or forgets nothing it
Has worse dreams than you
But knows they are not dreams and
Some will sow seeds and
Or maybe just or only a poem will
Wonder if yum yum this appeals
To mind or this or that part that
At present needs what it does not
Yet know it has in abundance
In profound abundance
Or call back tomorrow
Or tune in tomorrow
Or hope for tomorrow
Or just hope
He even said it in the History Textbook, and he quoted this line,
"I heard you didn't like Drugs like me, I wish you'd show me how much you hate me and get down on your knees,"
and he continued to shut his Bible, and turn off the lamp on his right-side.
I'm swimming away, I'll pour my water elsewhere. I'll talk to
the word in the title is ' O-p-i-u-m' but censored for some reason. guess cuz itsa drugggg