Sunsets Will Remain

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While monsters in our midst,

shed sallow contraband upon our mind,

when gathering upon the storm,

seeking shelter beyond the norm,

there is that constant we might recall,

a certain Grace in common language.

for everyone is given cause to learn,

in struggle, sunsets will remain.

 

We fight the crazies by instinct we know,

the candor of survival a goal,

and yet, in the time of forgotten peace,

how quickly do our souls begin to ache,

searching aimless in a cloud of foil,

unsure of ourselves, little left to convince,

the pattern of response becomes reaction,

yet, quite apparently, sunsets will remain.

 

Inside the pretty fashion of calm design,

there instills a certain measure of sanity,

our pulse is drawn within the scope

of humankind, the solace being so kind.

Until the fabric begins to wear, shadows tear

away at the still life photograph of sweet bliss.

We cannot always find a way to piece together

our broken spirit. Yet, sunsets will remain.

 

In the morning, the offer of delight is an energy

we celebrate harmony knowing sunsets will remain.

When Thinking the Terrible Things

While our lives are thought to be fragile,

we count on those knowing moments,

when in a sudden sort of sardonic setting,

a cathartic challenge suggests we listen.

 

When ego is put aside, and humility speaks,

such valuable outcomes refresh our mind,

we with certainty begin to better understand,

that vulnerability is meant to make a stand.

 

Glance around the room and wonder the eyes,

what is personality, how do we surmise

the value of this persons gray reminders,

versus the notion of a youthful banter.

 

Where all walks contain a familiar gait,

Our definition of value placed upon a posture,

might the aftermath of judgment call callous

the quiet listener who stands lone in a river.

 

When thinking all of the terrible things,

we forget about those we call the other,

decide upon a direction without a bother,

quite the opposite really, despised clutter.

 

Perhaps if in a notion of sweet forgiveness

Might we all reflect upon love is goodness.

 

 

When Society Chooses Self

We do pronounce our selves in an elitist light,

Always to suggest ours is the more important route,

Forever drawn by goals to merit personal might

We seem destined to burn, a wrath soon flames out.

 

When lives become the natural course of a purpose,

Seems suddenly we chart a distance toward a freeing

Way of life, that sort that blends in melody – sweet verse.

We touch the sky with certain aptitude while believing.

 

Always a current turmoil seems certainly human design

When to measure reasoning, we cannot forget the blind

Ideal that gives primary focal point its inherent sign,

Suggests our lives are only a temporary quest we remind.

 

Oh to undermine the truer sense of what concludes a life

Is to know no end to the current belief in a selfish strife.

Searching In Manhattan

Though it is that place I wish to be,

I’m lost inside my own travesty.

As well I seek solace amongst masses

hide within a world of classes.

 

Such is imagery of teeming lives

caught inside streaming archives.

Where alone a face in the crowd

somehow is always allowed.

 

I once read a master speak satire

He’d suggested how he might retire.

A brilliant life so seemed is the giver

they fished him out of the East river.

 

Even while hidden among archetype

our lives matter far beyond those type

who caress the mystique of scrutiny,

always a cry out loud for security.

 

I would if the streets would allow release

On Bleecker street, begin to find my peace.

If They Could All Hear

I wonder of their surprise at heartache

If such emotion would exist at all

Could the people today avoid mistake

When deciding result of a great fall.

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Life begins in coveted innocence

We all have a naked chance to be heard

When does the act of living lose its sense

Of forgiveness, compassion, a soft word.

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Seems always a troubadour simple chance

Leads forward the masses beyond all

Hope of understanding how we enhance

Own pitfalls, simply show self we befall.

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When Heaven is defined, Hell is lost.

Though Hell is adamant at all cost.

When Relationships Collide

This is meant to be a good thing,

the aftermath is peace,

the initial impact, an unknown force,

bringing bodies together,

perhaps mind and soul,

hadn’t ever imagined a crossing point,

where lives could offer a solution,

a peace, again,

a nuance of learning of wondering of hoping of …

listening.

We are compelled to remain safe,

our own island,

our man-cave,

the shopping mecca that lights our heart.

We are compelled to lose focus,

on merit standing right next to you

now in this moment.

Turn to either side of you and smile,

imagine the miles

of good fortune you have just begun.

Carpe Diem #904 Kazahana (snowflakes)

snow

outside my window

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soft snow sweet

gentle reminder

real lovely flakes

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outside the glass

feathers drift moonlit

snowflake Heavens

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somber mind frames

a doorway to the cool breeze

so sweet snowflakes

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peace

forget humanity’s torment

visualize flakes

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my gasps are

audible to tonight’s world

painted dream

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Carpe Diem #904 Kazahana