wisdom

I heard a voice on the wind today.
Like a ghost I heard it say.
You may be sad, but you're alive.
In reality you're okay.

I walked on and now I heard.
the suttle flap of a hummingbird
The scars have healed, as has your heart,
And in my mind, his word had spurred,

Some underlying thoughts of mine,
of the pain I've felt in my short time,
But I've stayed strong, and carried on,
And I clear my thoughts with a simple rhyme

ties

i met a woman she was crying,
her husband had passed,
i sat with her and talked with her,
she promised she would live on,

i met a boy he was crying,
his father had passed,
i stayed and played like kids do,
he will live on,

i read of a man he was not crying,
he had committed suicide,
he had an affair and lost his job over it,
his shame drove him to death,
his family will live on.

Winter

Feet on the sidewalk,
Snow in my face,
Cigarette in my mouth,
Slow. Steady pace,

I have a thought in my mind,
And the will in my heart,
I put the pain all behind,
And I made a new start,

A life just began,
A man dying slow,
All unpredictable,
To live is to know,

The secrets we hide,
The thoughts that we share,
And as the man walked by,
I couldn't help but stare.

The duel

This is a story I read in a book once. Gave me a few laughs thought you guys would like it.

Banksy
“Once upon a time, there was a king who ruled a great and glorious nation. Favourite amongst his subjects was the court painter of whom he was very proud. Everybody agreed this wizzened old man pianted the greatest pictures in the whole kingdom and the king would spend hours each day gazing at them in wonder. However, one day a dirty and dishevelled stranger presented himself at the court claiming that in fact he was the greatest painter in the land. The indignant king decreed a competition would be held between the two artists, confident it would teach the vagabond an embarrassing lesson. Within a month they were both to produce a masterpiece that would out do the other. After thirty days of working feverishly day and night, both artists were ready. They placed their paintings, each hidden by a cloth, on easels in the great hall of the castle. As a large crowd gathered, the king ordered the cloth be pulled first from the court artist’s easel. Everyone gasped as before them was revealed a wonderful oil painting of a table set with a feast. At its centre was an ornate bowl full of exotic fruits glistening moistly in the dawn light. As the crowd gazed admiringly, a sparrow perched high up on the rafters of the hall swooped down and hungrily tried to snatch one of the grapes from the painted bowl only to hit the canvas and fall down dead with shock at the feet of the king. ’Aha!’ exclaimed the king. ’My artist has produced a painting so wonderful it has fooled nature herself, surely you must agree that he is the greatest painter who ever lived!’ But the vagabond said nothing and stared solemnly at his feet. ’Now, pull the blanket from your painting and let us see what you have for us,’ cried the king. But the tramp remained motionless and said nothing. Growing impatient, the king stepped forward and reached out to grab the blanket only to freeze in horror at the last moment. ’You see,’ said the tramp quietly, ’there is no blanket covering the painting. This is actually just a painting of a cloth covering a painting. And whereas your famous artist is content to fool nature, I’ve made the king of the whole country look like a clueless little twat.”

The greatest force ever felt

There is no stress or no relief like the feeling of love that long obsolete but world changing device that can ground the strongest of men and asend the weakest into godship. We are born with nothing and die with nothing but love. We chase it. Throw it away. Live for the pan it causes us but also the way it heals that same pain. We love we lose we live. And it is the way we continue to live that alows us to continue to love.

Our mother

One of these days mother nature shall grow tired of our backtalk and sass and she will ground us. She will use every method of punishment to show us our wrong doings. Her trees shall grow through our homes. And when we have no shelter her storms shall rain and destroy and we will run to her caves. They will close shut. We will run to the forests they will grow far to thick to advanced. She will feel no sympathy no remorse no mercy and then and only then will we see. We only have one mother. And We need to respect her.

Morning eggs

As I sit here eating my morning eggs
A shirt on my back, and jeans on my legs,
they can't protect me from those dsys,
And the feelings I get from hearing yur name,
I miss you so and yern to have,
The love and days we could of had,
So as I salt my wounds and my morning eggs,
I drift bac off to those happy days.