I hate that I've become so strong,
It relieves me when I can cry
To feel tears is to breath air,
It reminds me that I'm alive
I smile as much as I can,
I spread love as it's rare to come by
Yet, my brow lowers in a stoic tense,
As hard is deep in my eye

Peter looks and sees nothing
Easter joy

Contemplation
does employ

Silent attention
to destroy

Foolish illusions
of foolish boys

What then remains?
Nitnoy

Who might now know?
Maybe Leonard Nimoy.

Life is full of happenings

Somewhere, a child is born
Somewhere, a life is lost
Someone is making a fortune,
Another is losing it all
Someone is leaping for joy,
Another is wallowing in tears
Someone has too much to eat,
Another is starving to death

Is it fair to say life isn’t fair?

Someone is living in sound health,
Another accustomed to pain
One baby is welcomed into riches,
Another into misery
Someone is living in a peaceful land,
Another in a war zone

Life seems to have multiple sides,
Different folks see different views
You never know what a person
is going through
Our experiences in life differ as
we all journey through
That’s why it’s important to be kind
No one has it all figured out.

Silence : likened to an ocean
In the deep abyss of sea
For in the coal of darkness
it whispers eternally

Through lips that never smile
Blue from the cold below
In the kingdom of invisibility
Dwell the thoughts that I do know

Like a novel so well written
With pages soaked in sweat
The print is fast fading
The unbinding stays all bet

Scattered by the currents
Distributed out by  line
The pages scream in silence
as if ripping out a spine

Demise is predicated
So is the likelihood they stand
The last words will be spoken
But not from the lips of man

Sometimes
It’s hard to think of that other paths
You’d be on if you went a different way
When you came to that fork in the road
But you can’t go back
Only forward
And you have to figure out a way
To make do with the path you’re on
And make it the best **** journey you’ll ever take