There are far
more sheep than
wolves far more
weeds than flowers
far more rain
than ever sunshine
and yet we
wonder why there’s
so much unhappiness
it is easy
because all things
prefer what’s easiest
and those who
choose different tire
and eventually quit
leaving the wrong
to be right
Category: Creativity
WhatWhat
What is
it about
one to
be bitter
when did
sour become
the daily
flavor and
what thorn
is lodged
in everyone
else’s heart
what hurts
so much
as to
cause another
their discomfort
and distress
it would
be different
if we
were to
share joy
but no
we’re stingy
with that
Sadly
There is
no hope
for a
mean world
where even
the rocks
sigh quietly
and the
tulips weep
and the
animals go
about their
business wishing
that we’d
go back
from whence
we came
BachAndUs
And now
sitting here
sun on
mountain cup
in hand
with Bach
lamenting I
too do
missing no
more like
yearning knowing
that soon
not too
soon for
the embers
we were
are ash
but soon
enough to
remember the
fire that
once burned
LovesEnd
What is
it called
this love
that no
longer impresses
but just
breathes this
love which
no longer
tickles but
just sighs
is this
the love
of one’s
life or
the end
of it
