Endings
The End
The conclusion
The final result
Predictable, maybe
Surprising, maybe to a fault
Shhhh…
Quiet…tap…tap…tap
no arguing, no music
Quiet…tip…tip…tip
no voices, no cars
Quiet…snit…snit…snit
soft roar of the neighbor’s snore
Quiet…yip…yip…yip
gentle dreaming of a little dog
Quiet…
echoing and developing
movement of spirit in connecting with his/her humanity
with respect existing realizing
developing
echoing
pushing oneself
reminding oneself
immense responsibility
and taking charge around and within oneself
happening
realizing
a gateway or a passageway
Explosions In The Sky- Your Hand In Mine
youtube source: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JzIK5FaC38w
Wine is Food.
Wine is Food. Savor. Select.
Taste.
Enjoy.
Live.
Marshall, W. (2010). Introduction. In What’s a Wine Lover To Do? (p. Vi). New York, New York: Artisan.
Music (Hour 20)
Music in my ear
is like playing in the sand
it measures the lyrics
in my hand
Moments of life welling up inside
throws a reed out a sea
drifting by on an unending sky
features of love from above
Softly and serene are the beats
to my undying love for you
Memories of life
are never over due
Keep it going
am just starting
your elegance is so enchanting
music of my life
you mean so much to me
your grand entrance
is so graceful and serene
I can’t help
but to dance to your beat
swing on my feet.
slipping and sliding is never defeat
its just the way of not standing around
with out moving to the beat.
July Heart
Sweet summer memories, of a young couple.
He is strong, fearless, a masculine perfection
against her pale frailness, her gentle quiet.
They stand beneath the glittering lights, slow,
dance to the beat of drums and match, as we,
two who were born to complement, bright
brittle arc into the sky, triumphant thunderclap
of sparks showering back to earth, before the
boom of impending rain. I can taste the sweet
of it on your mouth, feel the brittle bright heat
of the fireworks echo in my mind’s cortex,
a brilliant display of our love one summer year’s day.
Good Reception
The words came to my ear
Through the taught string
Between two cans
I looked to see the speaker
But I could only see my friend-
A girl at the other end
I looked away and the voice came again
This time I whipped quickly around
And caught him, can in hand
He was smiling as he dropped it and ran
I was in 5th grade and I remember it
Like it was yesterday
The first time, that anyone
Outside of family
Told me, “I love you.”
Hour 19
It began with Christopher Columbus,
who gave the people the name Indios.
And thus began their demise.
Poem #20: Games
Press X to jump
Press it again to jump higher
The square button brings up your inventory
The triangle changes weapons
The back two buttons will swap point of view
Press down to crouch
Circle is roll, you can avoid enemy attacks
Too bad there’s not a button
To help you not be a sack of shit.
Press
Press onward to compete the goal
that i committee to
even though I’ve never walked this road
I continue to move