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Who has the right
To stand and stare
Snarl at others
With piercing glares,
Who has the right
To cast a stone
Place themselves on
Pedestal's or
High on a throne?

For you and I
We cannot judge,
Neither of us
Are clear of mud
We make mistakes
We all grow old,
Fight to survive
The bitter cold;

Now. I'll ask again
But this time be true

One day those stones
May cast at you



© Karen L Hamilton, 2012
To judge another is such a difficult subject, for me to tell you not to judge - would I then be judging you for doing so?
you told me
as i laid in bed,
of our soon to be:

of the garden we
shall call our own,

the morning walks to
bring us home,

and the days where movie midnights
cause laughter to fill the rooms

would make us whole.

this was what any soul yearned for,
this was what was suppose to be..

yet i am shaking with fear,
weak on my knees.

i was not scared of my future,
until you stapled yourself into
my soon to be.
-w.m.
If I could no longer find the right words
Because words no longer made sense,
And sense was no longer sensible
Is it ok to sit on the fence?

No care for 'yes/no's' - just 'maybes'
With no desire to argue my point,
For surely the point is pointless now
If left to the toss of a coin

No need to have heartfelt discussions
No use for mind blowing debates,
Why try to have an opinion when
It can all be left down to fate?

You see the reason for these questions
I'm not sure I'm one to agree,
For if we lived our lives without passion
Ask how boring our lives would be?

Life isn't just left down to chances
Luck is not dished out on a plate,
Although I agree how nice would it be
If we could gobble up luck like cakes?

...If you're sure life is one big gamble,
Which if I'm honest it seems it could be
Instead of a game of poker,
Should it be played more like monopoly?

We start at the line together
Moves made with the roll of a dice,
Now and then we'll lose sight of each other
With some of us paying the price

But not far from our reach are our chances;
Some will cross these more often it seems
However, it's all about decisions
Investing and trying to succeed

At times we will run round in circles
Hoping to find a 'get out of jail free'
And just like the game life lasts longer for some
But whilst here try to be all you can be,

Let me finish with one last question;
Why would we not be true to ourselves?
Tell me what's life to be if we don't follow our dreams
And make the most of what's laid out on our shelves?




© Karen L Hamilton, 2012
"We are the masters of our own fate"
Man
he wanted to be the
redwood tree among the giants
but she refused to be
his sun

he wanted to be the lion
hunting in the wild
but she refused to be
his jungle

he turned every direction
and became dizzy
and looking for his balance
he turned to her
but she refused to be level

he tried to become a romance
but she was too hurt
he turned himself into light
but she always carried
a blanket of dark

he decided to become
a man
and though she refused to still be
a woman
he decided to love her
anyway
Communication is the key
The answer to all thoughts which flee,
Some try to run and hide away
It's much simpler to think and say
  
If you're sorry then say you care
Explain your thoughts and why they're there,
If you love them then voice your mind
Communication to be kind
  
So many words run round our heads
Spoken wisely they're put to bed,
So many thoughts bounce mind to heart
Voice them carefully, let them part
  
Blessed we were with words to say
Blessed to make things feel ok
Blessed to have such precious time
Blessed to voice our wonderous minds
  
Time is short in this fast paced life
Waste no time we've no time for strife,
Careful wording could help a lot
To voice those thoughts your mind can't stop
  

© Karen L Hamilton, 2013
The clue is on the tin, communication my friends - life could be so much easier with that.
 Dec 2015 The uniVerse
Liva Lykke
What has happened to these people with sunken faces
Avoiding contact when walking by each other
Sharing a pedestrian or a sidewalk
Not seeking the eyes of the unknown walker
Almost in fear of sharing something with the unknown walker
Since when is unknown strange
Since when are we afraid to meet something we are not sure what exactly is
Why are we so afraid
We are afraid to lose and so am I
But since when do we automatically lose something when we dare
Which scared fool convinced his naive follower that this is the way to behave in this world
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