Where Time Lays Path

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If a measure could suggest definition,

Would we cease succession of passion.

While all around humanity play travails

Might we all become a cutting prevails.

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Search the world over for recompense

Only then discover all momentous tense

Realizations begin only again when slow

Mind unyielding decides somehow show.

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When in childhood needn’t depend on time

Only marvels and wonder were made of thyme,

A recipe in growth in satisfaction newly gained

When all the others left and just he remained.

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In writing, the paths we take are all we release,

In knowing, in hoping, in trial we find peace.

In Harps and Violins

Where I would like to be

when I pass along my legacy,

without the notion of morbid

reality

I would wish to be in a lift

an elevation of state of mind

you see

We are part of this world

of constant scrutiny

far more lethal it seems

in the internal quest toward

sanity,

than it might be found to be true

in the external nature

of discovery.

I am a soul, entity, enigma, stereotype, passion

I live with agony, desire, pleasure, happiness

I wander within the confines of my mind,

and yet,

how often do I allow myself to recognize

that all of you,

each and every soul that wanders the earth,

we all no matter our being,

in the human condition,

we are all standing together

nearby one another,

not so distant as we sometimes hope we might be.

We are here,

now –

couldn’t you all agree?

Perhaps not today said the wise man without eyes,

though he might cry in the corner

while we are all

away …

Hello!

We Live Human Lives

© Ester Rogers  Photography

“Dreamy” © Ester Rogers Photography

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We live human lives.

Together we define how society might perceive our world,

their natural abundance is imagined through his eyes, her ideals designed

to speak to someone else who might just well,

be the same,

have a similar internal sketchpad on how each perception we suggest,

choose to live out, imagine, fantasize, provide idyllic scrutiny,

how all of this really matters to one individual or the many.

We live human lives.

Today, there are mechanical realities that would suggest our human condition

is vulnerable, saddened, horrified even, in that eventual mortality.

We find ourselves left to imagine, to speculate, to memorialize

the beauty, grace, that sheer elegance of being so very, completely

real in the eyes of everyone around our own privy.

We live human lives.

Discover the truth in knowing there is attainable mystery

with allowance to give genuine love, provide earnest support,

create some pedagogical force to be reckoned with only due to that

resonate ability to fashion the wisdom necessary to be vulnerable.

We live human lives.

We cannot rhyme nor reason nor calculate a hypothetical truth

without at least trying, without removing our fear driven hypocrisy

suggestive of perfection in the eyes of those whose soul we wish to

engage, those we love, those we are all bound upon to, there it is again,

those that we choose to love. Why then shall we not choose everyone.

We live human lives.