Is

Life is, as is Time

The time goes down

The age goes up
Neither to be stopped
Yearnings to be found
Plans to be made
What is it missing
The timeline of life
 
Time never ends yet always begins
No time is wasted in life, only choices made
Why regret
Why stress
When the decision is life
 
Every instantaneous still of life's path is beautiful in itself 
For life is not determined in our decisions, life is lived
Lived between
Lived before 
Lived after
Lived through
Life is simple
 
Why consider life to be past, present or future
Life is not but what it is
 
The course of our adventure in the limited perpetualance of time
Life is relationships
Life is mistakes
Life is accomplishments
Life is pain
Life is sorrow
Life is all that can be
 
Ones purpose is to be their life
To see all that there is to see
In every image
In every heart 
In life
 
While our limited, enigmatically wondrous gift of life is given to us
We must
Adventure 
Discover
Enjoy
Sorrow
Question
Live
Love
Author's Notes/Comments: 

First draft

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Slow.

Alive, but dead inside.

 

I've had my feel, but I feel empty.

 

gained knowledge, but I've learned nothing.

 

I'm relaxed, yet I feel so anxious. 

 

No care in the world, but I'm paranoid, 

 

I feel valid, yet null and void. 

 

 

 

I'm stoned, relaxed, I lack velocity, 

 

in this hectic, fast changing world. 

 

People change, But I stay the same.

 

I long for change, but I see others 

 

moving without a care.


I feel alone.

 

Adventure is what I long for, 

 

but my boat is docked at the harbour. 

 

As others leave in search of new lands, 

 

I hold the fort, why did I stay?

 


 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

A quick one. Improvement soon. It kind of links with one of my previous poems 'the past'

 

first one in a while :)

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Stephen, the egotistic. (random)

Pouring port in a coffee stained mug, 

take a couple sips, reluctant, I drink it up.

The twilight haze of the evening outside my window,

all the lives surrounding me up, down and below.  

warmth from the orange lights of the houses in view, 

in this cold, mellow near darkness of the blue.  

Light a cigarette, I must digress, I don't smoke, 

I just put it in there as a random joke. 

Just to add for the mood and the atmosphere, 

back to the poem, now, we're right here, 

the static of the TV hissing away loudly, 

I'm on my laptop, typing proudly

my next opus. I'm an egotistical writer, 

acting pyro flicking on and off my lighter. 

I don't care what everyone thinks, 

I'll be here and gone in a blink. 

I'm an intelligent, self righteous man, 

I'm the only one here with a master plan.

I am a creative mind, I should be treated like a king,

Like a rapper, I deserve swag, necklace and rings...

 

'Shut up, Steve, you write as bad as you sing'  

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

THIS IS NOT DESCRIBING ME! 

 

 

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what sad is

 

 

..................

 

there is untold joy in each minute...second

and nanosecond, a year fits into a day 

if the day is a bad enough day,

(or a good enough day)

 most people are so conditioned,

they never take the time to think about things like that,

the power of living in each moment,

as if a lifetime

was wrapped up in it,

and a galaxy.

 

because they don't, they can only live their lives

being slaves to their own brainwashed minds.

 

and now that's what sad is, if you ask me,

but then, all of that could change if you rush out tomorrow 

and buy a new house or nice big expensive car.,

you know?

 

 

 

2:47 AM 7/12/2013 ©

Author's Notes/Comments: 

evrything is within everything else. strange concept maybe, but more strange without it after you think about it awhile.

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oh yeah... (another inspiration from RoC)

many moons ago

I could have

thought this be true,

but love is never lost,

it's just removed 

from our view,

enough is always enough,

when enough has been done,

it just isn't always easy,

and rarely ever fun.

 

when it's seems 

nothing has been gained,

the truth remains in a seed,

It's usually plenty enough,

just not what filled the need.

 

when love's always sweet,

tough love is what's missing,

it's isn't always about,

all the hugging and kissing.

 

let go and let love,

show your true love the way,

sometimes it's the pain that cures,

the heart too shallow and grey.

 

blow it away,

and let go of expectation,

you'll find most times that even love,

needs a vacation!!!! 

 

:-))))

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yt-ybUuZjLE

 

 

 

10:14 PM 6/29/2013  ©

 

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Author's Notes/Comments: 

Don't believe the hype. It never ends...and that is part of why some people go nuts over it!! 

 

Inspired by:  http://www.postpoems.org/authors/roc/poem/961731

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Love Illusion

The illusions created by the hands of love,

Frequently seeming to fit like a glove,

A gentle reminder for us to take heed,

Love is not an emotion, or a romantic need.

 

Love's more like a guide that puts us in our place,

It's alluring illusions wrap it's difficulties in grace,

It whispers for us not to ever be scared,

But to seek from it, balance, 

And then to be shared.

 

It can be confusing, but will never desert,

And not always about one removing their shirt,

When we start closing doors on it's virtues requested,

Our heart becomes cold, and unable to grasp it.

 

If you cannot accept this and try to control,

You'll get just what you for ask, dreams that cannot unfold,

If you shut out it's reality, refusing to see,

You'll get only illusions, nothing in reality.

 

The more that you shut yourself off from life's pain,

Your return will be illusive, with nothing to gain,

But if you embrace it, and accept in whole,

It will fill up your heart, and shelter your soul.

 

When love sends good feelings, it's meaning to say,

"This is my best for you, if you'd like me to stay,

    there is more to this feeling of heavenly bliss,

    that can only get better, but it's not just with a kiss,

    If your wish is for kissing and hugging and sex,

    You will have to accept that your wish is my hex."

 

Love will be shallow or deep as you ask,

Love can be hateful, or abundant...it too can wear a mask,

If you make love a game, it will show you the door,

It's not only for pleasure, it's so, so much more.

 

 

5:50 PM 6/21/2013

 

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Humanity Is...

...the bridge of a soul from what is,
to what is not, and from what is not,
to what might, can, or should, be.

 

it is a turn of events in the schism
that shrouds the evolution of
the universe in it's momentum
to be empowered or to wither in
time and space, it is an immeasurable force,
both minescule, and prodigious,
and incapable of comprehending itself
in it's relation to the infinty
that holds it's ongoing
destiny...or not.

 

it is untold potentiality that
manifests itself through the
guidance of all that is,
and queries that surround
existence...or not,
are the pivotal levers that
hold the breath of the universe
in the interims, gently teetering
upon the fulcrums that
balance the stars and planets.

 

every new question, thought, awareness,
of every human, anywhere upon the earth,
and every spark of emotion or emergence of enlightenment
contributes to expansion or contraction of all that is...
...and all that is not.

 

and so to ask the question
of 'to be, or not to be?'
is really just a waste of time
as we know it...

...an oxymoron, maybe,

and yet, all questions

refer back to it.

 

 

 

4:18 PM 5/4/2013 ©

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Incarnation of man.

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Love Is

Folder: 
1995

Love is like a well

As you go deeper

All things go darker

 

When you sink on its end,

You won't know you drowned

You think all are sound

 

Love is like a bottle

You can fill it up

You can break it up

 

You'll never know when it's full

You think all are wonderful

Until you find yourself doomed

 

Love is like a brick

So firm that you can build a house

But strong enough to bring it down

 

This brick can be a tool

To hit one's heart and break it

To beat one's hope and sink it

 

Love is like a candle

Bringing light to your world

But hurts when you get burned

 

Love is like a rose

So magical when it's fresh

But it's awful when it's dead

 
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know thyself

 

if you think that
you know yourself
then it means you
stopped learning.
why would you want
to do that?

 

 

 

i hear people say
'know thyself'
and it makes me
feel a bit

squeamish,
and uncomfortable.
not because i am
uncomfortable
with myself, but
because the thought
of knowing
everything there is
to know is sort of
a ridiculous one.
no one knows

everything
there is to know,
not even about
themselves. but
when you are dead
i imagine you might
know everything
about yourself
that ever was,

wouldn't you

think?

 

 

 

yeah,
i used to

think that i

knew myself,

too. don't

worry.it goes

away when

you wake up.

 

 

maybe set

the alarm.

 

 

then you can

live a more

full life.

have a good

one, whatever. 

 

 

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