OLD Writings

As never published before, by yes this here blogger: (Note writings over ten years old)





There is a man with a vision who cannot see
And a girl with a pain who cannot feel
A child with a spoon who has no food
And a baby who has died that has not yet been born


There is a dream that falls before you awaken
And a smile that fades before you can see
A treasure buried deep within that has not yet been found
And a hope that gets crushed before it falls


There is a why to every what before the how
And a see to every saw before the totter
A wish that is forgotten to every candle that is blown
And a because to everything that has happened


There is a key to every locked door that cannot be found
And a gun for every bullet in every wound
A loser to every winner at all the games
And a reason for every tear which has been cried


There is a way that AI feel which i cannot explain
And a day for everything that must be done
A moon for every sun on each day
And an end for all that has begun

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A dress hangs from a bed post
As a reminder of the hope
That once was
Curtains shield the room
From the full moon
That seems to stare inside
At the fan that spins
As if it can never reach
Its destination
The mirrors on the wall
Reflect the room
As it is to be seen and
Not as it is
Forgotten hopes strewn across the floor
As if they are ashamed
The clock changes every minute
A reminder of time that has gone by.
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Music Playing- no radio on
Don't remember what
They were saying
To me about
The time when
Things were different
Wind whips through
My delicate skin
As if to punish me
For wrong doings
I stop and it and stare
They don't care
You know where
The leaves turn colors
And fall gracefully
To the ground upon
Which they lay
Kaleidoscope of colors
Fills my vision
Why are you following me?
I have not got anything
To offer you.