And I have found
that in the cacophony
that our lives are
or have eventually become
that the whimper and
the whisper are those
that are listened to
closely most of all
Never ever worry about
being seen or even
heard for those who
wish to listen will
hear the scraping of
willow branches in wind
or the tink of
snowflakes or the admission
of love in a
busy Berlin kafe house
and even the heartbeat
of someone through tears
No need to roar
when the world itself
is on fire simply
whisper your own words
FirstAndForever
When I think of
Paris I think of
you sitting there across
the garden and amidst
the rhododendrons and hydrangeas
sipping on an aperitif
You looked so confident
minding your own business
But I being American
I interjected I interrupted
your solace by asking
would you join me
I meant for dinner
You meant for life
So here we are
OneMight
I didn’t know how
much I would until
I did Once done
one knows but until
done one only thinks
that one might and
thinking that one might
is as certain as
thinking that one will
Life
The joy in life is its unpredictability. If life were predictable then it would be death.
BrokenPaddles
The worst type of
coward is the selfish
one the one who
believes he is due
but rather than leading
lets the others go
These are the wannabes
jealous of others victories
sit and mope victims
of their own cowardice
They do not dream
but rather complain and
insist that life owes
them happiness turn your
back on these interlopers
they are but broken
paddles giving the idea
of hope but not
the ability to help
themselves or anyone else
