Stardust

It flows through us all
Through the blood in our veins
Through the neurons in our brains
Keeping us alive
It is a part of us

We are part of it all
Part of a great design
For there is too much that falls in line
For it all to be just random chance
Yes, there is chaos too
But chaos is merely what we tend to call
The part that makes no sense to us at all

Ask yourself one question
As you look around at the universe
Does it look like it all just happened to happen?
Or do you see a design
A pattern
A purpose

Science will never fully understand it all
It’s far beyond our feeble comprehension
Religion will always try to fill in the blanks
Rather than try to observe and learn
The truth lies somewhere in between
We need to shed our fears and biases
And evolve our hearts and minds

It flows through us all
Through the blood in our veins
Through the neurons in our brains
Keeping us alive
We are made of stardust


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Method 2

Off the cuff
It will be enough
Don’t revise
What you feel inside
Right now
At this moment
Say what you want to say
Don’t try to find a better way
Just write down the thoughts that play
Inside your head
Right now
At this moment

Maybe the lines will rhyme somewhat
Maybe not
That’s not what‘s important
Don’t change it
Don’t play with it
Don’t think about it
Just let it flow
You’ll know
When it’s complete
When there’s nothing left to say
Thoughts on the topic close
And it’s done
Finished in an instant

Right now
At this moment


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On This Valentine’s Day

Valentine 2015

It’s a cold winter’s day
But inside I’ll keep you warm
Here by your side
Forever and always
On this Valentine’s Day

Doing the old cliché
Giving you flowers and sweets
A pale effort
To show you how I feel
On this Valentine’s Day

Writing down words that convey
What I hope by now you know
My love is yours
Forever, as now, here
On this Valentine’s Day

 


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When My Time Comes

I hope I will have made a difference
I hope I will have made some change
I hope I will have made the world a better place
Than it would have been in my absence

I hope it needed me

I don’t ask for much in return
I don’t expect the world to care
I only hope that my friends will remember
That I would do my best to be there

When they needed me

When my time comes
Please remember me
Remember me kindly

Forget my misgivings
I did the best I could
Though at times I know I failed
To do what I knew I should

Please remember me
Remember me kindly
When my time comes

I know I’ll never be perfect
I know I have made some mistakes
I can only hope in the end I’m forgiven
For all the times I chose to forsake

When you needed me


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Method 1

Subconscious wanderings
Subliminal ponderings
Let them have their way
Open up the door
Revealing so much more
Than you could ever bear to say

Transitional tinkering
Thoughts that lie lingering
Waltzing through the pen
Pages to unfold
Thoughts that must be told
Of here and now and back then

Meaningful dependencies
Eliminate discrepancies
Read what’s in between
Hide in metaphors
What lies at the core
Don’t make it too easily seen

Final analysis
Passive catharsis
Let the feeling flow
Can’t find a better way
To open up and say
It’s time to just let it go


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Cause and Affect

Recycled daydreams swirling in a abyss of adaptation
An effervescent smokescreen to a world of your own creation
At the center of it all
An actor taking his final curtain call
Just because you once did
Doesn’t mean you still can
Make sure you’re not setting yourself up for a fall
By trying to make a stand

It could be a moment to be captured
It could be a moment forever wrecked
It all comes down to the here and now
When it all becomes cause and effect

Empty promises fill the soul with needless indignation
Stripping away a plasticized shell in a breath of proclamation
Inside clouds of molten ice
Shrouded mountains of needless sacrifice
Remembrance is all that remains
When your body turns to dust
Decisions are sometimes a roll of the dice
Hidden away in blinded trust

It becomes so hard to remember
It becomes even harder to forget
It all goes back to the moment
When it all came down to cause and effect


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