over your plan”
so I sat, as I listened
to the officious looking man.
He seemed unfazed by my frowning face
his cheesy smile fixed, almost super glued in place.
”Can I stop you there” I was rude enough to say,
for his manner was odd,
thus making me sway.
The room became darker
as painful words sank in,
like tiny daggers, aligned, strangely making me grin.
For pain can be a friend, adjusting senses from a tilt.
I ceased falling, I was safe, he was backing me to the hilt.
My Plan was effective, there was no doubt.
And the Plan? For me to know,
I have no idea, at all, where this came from, or what is meant precisely, I just went with the flow, and the flow brought me a question, which I assume will never be answered. Rightly so methinks. xx
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Tagged Balance, Feelings, Imagination, Mystery, Planning, Whimsy
The flame, it burns eternal,
mortals have no say.
We are born,
thus we die,
written this way.
The battle is never over
for neither side truly wins.
Good or evil cannot conquer,
they are co-joined as twins.
Posted in Awaking, Awareness, Balance, Belief, Poem, Power, Thoughts
Tagged Awaking, Awareness, Balance, Belief, Poem, Power, Thoughts
that weigh on the mind
some large, yet some the niggling kind,
giving cause to frowns that mar any face,
‘til equilibrium reasserts
You dread such moments,
your brain is not your own,
all thoughts seem alien and unreal,
you feel estranged from everyday life,
sans ability to express what you feel.
for times such as these,
nothing at all you can do
for being a wordsmith is your whole life
without that talent, what are you?
Yet there remains a hope
a thin line of chance,
Posted in About Life..., Awareness, Balance, Penpusher, Poem, Questioning, Realisation, Self Doubt, Weakness, Words
Tagged Awareness, Balance, Life, Penpusher, Perception, Poem, Questioning, Self Doubt, Words, Wordsmith
Christmas as a child seemed easy to me
food and presents in the bosom of the family.
Never knowing the hardship behind the scenes
the cost and emotion, sometimes loss of dreams.
Family splits, hurtful arguments and more
gain momentum by Christmas knocking on the door.
The Season for caring, loving and giving
is an alternative Christmas
from the one some are living.
It seems we’re judged by
the amount we spend,
too little or too much,
hardly matters in the end.
For the barometer of how little you are worth,
is now a fact, become a mockery of Jesus’s birth…
Apologies to friends old and new for disappearing so suddenly, family problems have become paramount, hence the poem above… Normal service shall resume as soon as possible…Please bear with me…. xPenx
Posted in About Life..., Balance, Choice, Christmas, Feelings, Poem
Tagged Balance, Choices, Christmas, Family, Feelings, Life, Poem