With each heart beat seconds dance across this earth uncertain. The time we have here thankfully well hidden from our view. A living river flowing ever timeless lifts its curtain. Revealing breath a life will cease, another starts anew.
I love people: Some are real nice. Some are a pain. Some are so simple. Some are so vain. Some people suffer. Others are mad. Some like the truth. Some are so bad. People are false. People are true. I love all the people. Just not all that they do.
Why does it seem that life is a dream that really can never come true. Is it because I’ve loved Santa Claus and Captain Kangaroo. It’s not money I’ve missed or girls that I’ve kissed or power or fame never got. I’m missing my dad, and uncles I’ve had and …
Some say that life is a game, others that life is a fluke. Some say that life has no meaning at all and really don’t give any hoot. I do not expect that all will agree on what life is or it ain’t. I sometimes play games, flukes my middle …
Go right Irene go right, go right Irene go right. Go right Irene, go right Irene, go right on out to sea. Stop your storming, stop this morning, stop your raging storming seas. Don’t rain any more on our families. Go right on out to sea. Go right Irene go …
The meaning of life with each of us varies without an end. For some there’s no meaning at all, maybe they need a friend. Others find meaning only in the biggest of events. Some will find it in the woods while sleeping there in tents. My poem is not meant …
The seeds of time were planted at the dawn of human speech. Desires growing complex destinations we might reach. Our thoughts created concepts to be measured by degree. The journey that is here right now we often fail to see.