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O62
Walking a tight rope to survive
You look down ready to fall considering all the obstacles
Asking is it worth it
Does it mean anything
Does it even matter
Bad people pretending to be good
While the good ones get treated bad
O81
He wiped his tears stood up to his fears
Family was his strength and weakness
He was taking on the world
Rather than have his back they squared up
He didn't want to go there if he did there was no upside
Someone was always mad holding a grudge he wasn't surprised anymore
He said nothing all they did was talk loud it didn't make them right
He smiled and they hated him for it
No longer self destructive and drinking
Not eating his emotions away staying clear of his bad habits
Staying away from others toxic traits they try to project on him
O79
He liked her but didn't know if she was the one. He had his doubts he just wanted to get it right this time around.  Not doubting his abilities but has been wrong in the past trying to bounce back from trials and tribulations.
 May 2020 Ritz Writes
Kafka Joint
Breathe in,
Breathe out,
Very good, that's what it is about.
They say that the best heroes
Always hit an early grave,
The ones fighting for freedom
Spend their lives being enslaved.
Only the darkest tragedies
Open eyes to real change.
Pay attention to the little things
Like a soft smile on a face
Or the sound of crashing from the waves.
The best advice I ever heard,
Live life like it ends today.

They say that the best heroes
Fought for someone else to feel brave,
The ones fighting for freedom
Removed everyone else's cage.
Only the darkest tragedies
Make everyone see we are all the same.
Pay attention to the little things
Like the warmth from being embraced
Or the sound of calming rain.
The best advice I ever heard,
Change is never too late.

The best advice I ever heard,
This life is what you make.
I plucked a shamrock for him,
Beautified with the glamour of the green,
Mystified with the aroma of the wild.
I am keeping it for him to give,
May love & luck shall be his,
With all the shamrock blessings.
Today is St Patrick's day. I m fascinated by the Irish shamrock, blessings n the celebration of the green. The poem is inspired by the spontaneous thought of the past "recollected in tranquillity." The thought of shamrock luck, charm is simply aesthetic. It has certain universal charm. A simple plant becoming the symbol of luck is truly beautiful. Simplicity can represent such thoughts of luck. It represents not only Trinity & mysticism but also youth and aura of liberation. And truly it's charming, I must say.
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