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Pictures edges out words        How lazy have we become? Pictures capture things and stop the mind of imagination. Many jump on the wagon of it help explains the story. Most of the time it’s the reader who looks for the easy way out, I give you texting too hard to type the whole word. This should be disturbing for the less that can imagine the more will be controlled and not in control. Pictures are cool this shouldn’t be the story only a helping aid. This may be why romance is so thirsted for, too many look at pictures and with imagination being so weak, the word of woo has become dormant. How far we have come only seems to have set us back many eons, modern hieroglyphs of the day even though they were words that made others imagination work. This should rattle one’s mind. I know many will not take the time for this for there isn’t a picture to keeps an attention on this. This may be only a setback and make others want more, and will not accept only...

As the day ends Completing the events Now sitting and reflecting In the day’s mirror Time not fully utilized The heart has a small emptiness This may be bigger For it never really has concerned the thought Goals are empty when unshared Alone is the walk on this path Could be worse as many would say Past ways may have brought this No regret for time lasts. Not others who shared Hopes seem like a pipe dream While the young sparkle the hollow words of forever Like the childhood stories Those always have happy endings In the mature years the truths fall from these We all see the man behind the curtain As the day ends

Making it air   So many look into the clear Wondering why this isn’t that Some do the belief in hopes an answer comes While a breeze hits their skin The invisible mirror gently whispering Patiently waiting for the tools are used Simple and in front of the eyes Air is too clear blinded by the breeze Ego demanding it be harder A mother never asks why about a child’s love Fear has such a way The air looks past this and lets you breathe A few these seems pretty clear While others inhale fear and ignores air Why must this be? Chances are only chances when not taken Let others walk the valley Create your own belief Making it air

Experiment

                 Life’s blankness           How many feel emptiness? That hole in the soul that doesn’t seem to be filled. The missing thought that doesn’t seem to be there to complete a riddle of life. We all seem to chip away at this finding little wonders along the way. Where does one look? I see many who look for fun or some kind of a religious answer. Others bond to other things that I will not go into detail will say that it doesn’t seem to improve one’s life. Some find the misery in others and either join or try and make that one’s life even more miserable. Many walk as judges and spout their belief, where does one belief condone this. Some feel they are better than others before this happens see if they smile more than you. Answers may become more apparent in your own personal mirror. To be a friend to yourself is better to having all friends in the w...

A sunny darkness Many smile to show others While walking in sunlight that only dimly lights the path Acting for life not entertainment Friendly people try to reach only to find closeness is a distance Seeing children in a playground wondering how many of them will take this path In the sadness their laughter will become those distant best times later Why and where do we lose this moment? Societies demands make us bury the precious times? A warning should be on every bathroom mirror stay young or you will lose A fond free summer a snow fort or some wild adventure of imagination In a few years the sunny darkness comes The stories of the children memories will begin Adult drama takes over and the path gets dimmer less imaginative Time will become less futuristic More of what day is today? Then it becomes A sunny darkness

Lounging as others change          Here at an age where I find others seem to be changing. Thirty years ago I never would of seen this coming. Maybe it’s the mortality of this delicate thing we call time. Some say they have changed only to be lying to themselves. I find the ones who have changed really fascinating makes me wonder what did they see or was it a dream or something more? This is really baffling for we are in the age of information and seems like many have decided to step back, this could be it to recreate, or to rise again. An idea feeling that they can right their wrong or change the world around them. I find that if this keeps moving in life for time does pass you by, and then by all means go for it. I just find it odd that now they think their expertise is how many others should live. That should not be the way, let others ask and then help others. This forcing your feeling idea is wrong. Please remember your past is part of...

                                                      Taste of a desire       Experiencing something that has been savoring in the mind has made the craving more. Maybe sometime in the future this will come about again. The fingers have touched the object that has always eluded the desire. Future will be less interesting as time moves on. Though the desired future always has a little hope sprinkled around it for the desired taste. Thankful for the chance, with all the patience needed lacking the ability to fund this. Life you have such a way with reality. Blissful and painful that is what makes it interesting. A short time of having the taste, still would like more in some kind of a chance again...