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David Aug 2014
In my mind a songbird sings
to keep me moving onwardly
in sifting through the rubble
of lost and broken dreams
onward, onward,
my little song bird sings.
Onwardly isnt a word apparently. I don't really care.
My heart beats a more brighter tune.
A light shines inside of my soul.
My ventures, to a new way on the seas of existence , have been lit.
Sails bursting with the higher winds of promise...
They breath life, newer energy, into my stride.
Walking down the  streets to the proper destinations,
I enjoy the travels.
Along the way, I see those who have bumped into me, and I smile.
I sit down.
My Anchor drops at the port of brighter  Conversation.
The lessons and wisdom  that I have been   freshly taught,  These lessons learned,  teach me better ways of working my ship.
These solutions, that  are the light in my mind, are writing a better map. Destinations to yet another stop.
In my travels.. in my life..
I  have freshly discovered, newer ways, in which to better improve, and to savour....my travels.  
Such revelations,  have hit me like a hammer.
The exchange of ideas.
Such are like precious  Gold.
Beautiful stories shared.
Defined as "Treasures."
They have made me richer,than any bank, in existence.


Shaking hands, as newly born family members,  we part ways.
Temporarily....
Until we meet again, or as these new "family members"" volunteer to add to my crew, we shall meet again.
As  My ship sails ,still,Onwardly...
Avoiding  icebergs of hopelessness.
Never sinking to the bottom, of Life's Seas,to The depths of Helplessness....
The sun still shines.
The sun sets.
As the moon shows his smile, I see even his white and bright light.
I smile back.
A captain at his wheel. At the Helm.
I am determined to venture the islands of new found treasures.
To add to my  life's wealth.
I earned my haul. A sailor with hs crew.

We sail together on a ship that we have  created , together.
Life is a rough sea.
We learn how to tame her.
We are all sailors who must learn to navigate waters less calm. To find a better route.
To these "ïslands of treasure."
Landing on such, when we set anchor, we explore the lands, and make our "rest stop."
We shall give and also  exchange,  such "treasures of experience."
The finest Gems, handed down to us from those "Villagers," that we have met along our voyages...
Now , with our steps walking, in paces ,together... at the same stride.
We pull anchor and set out for yet another island.
A  brighter map to lead us to  "äfter life's " destination, we read the routes; carefully.
Sailing onward until we reach such an end to our life's journey,
we enjoy songs and drinks of cheer.
As we sail, on a cruise ship made from  the hearts of my "family,"
which I have let into my soul, and I have so enjoyably  created.
Such travels start adding to my crew, of my life's ship.
Michael Marchese Dec 2016
No void could disgrace
These two distant wishes
Lost and alone
Yet finding their place
By onwardly glowing
To search for the end
Of this dark, empty space
Or perhaps just a moment in time
To collide and explode
In a star-crossed embrace
Nonah Jan 2018
The birds sat and watched
As knights marched passed
And they thought nothing

The birds sat and watched
As armies were felled
And they thought nothing

Today the birds watch armies
But their people's go on still
While ours are soon forgotten

Yet, we shouldn't be that way
It just pleases me to know
When someday we are gone
They will still onwardly go

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