To be completely honest
There’s not much to
Celebrate here this year
In America it’s like
We’ve all been told
That all the characters
That promised us things
Are dead and no
One else is coming
So why even celebrate
Any of the holidays
Category: Creativity
Triumphs
Never minimize your accomplishments
For to one what
Might seem like a
Pebble and to another
A stone yet another
A rock to many
A boulder and to
Most the mountain don’t
Forget that whatever lays
In the path has less
To do with their
Size and much more
To do with how
We perceive them to
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Laying here in darkness
Listening to you breathe
Reminded of yesterday and
So many other yesterday’s
That now here turn
Backwards like the pages
Of a forgotten book
Abandoned as we picnicked
On those autumn afternoons
The beauty we are
Is not what has
Already been written but
What is yet to
Write and then to
Read in the dark
While you are sleeping
Stone
I hear that song
And think of you
Wherever that you are
Whomever you are with
The memories skeeter past
Like stones that skip
Across a languid lake
And disappear far yonder
Near the other bank
The far other side
Which I cannot reach
Until I myself become
A stone which dunks
Men
Joy comes in flavors
Dark chocolate French vanilla
Mocha vanilla pistachio and
Strawberry I have tried
Them all believe me
I don’t prefer one
Over another I prefer
Them all with nuts
Of course my bad
Oh that was so
So very very bad
