Another day comes,
with potential trouble and
joy; may I choose well!
Another day comes,
with potential trouble and
joy; may I choose well!
vivaciously verse,
versatile, volatile
vivaporious
(my stock of v-vocabulary words is limited)
My hide hides the heart inside
who can know the heart
deceptively unspoken
capriciously vague
In some cultures, the
heart and mind mean the same thing;
oh how wisdom works!
I tried to write but
the computer has frozen
damn you microsoft.
Have a great weekend,
everyone! I hope you will
have a lot of fun!
Sincerely,
Uncle Lar
Weekend brings freedom
Many possibilities
I can’t wait to start
avocado is
so tasty, oh yes. I am
a sandwich, bite me.
Originally Posted by sane
Sage Atop Mountain
Why do they inquire—
As if I were some Guru
Sitting atop cliffs…
Above all chaos,
Contemplating mysteries—
Cosmic and Divine…
When they get answers,
Knowledge displeases their palette,
Cannot digest truth…
If you want falsehoods,
Then ask others your deep questions—
I tell only truths…
You cannot take truth—
That much is self-evident;
Let the old sage rest…
Comfort offered I,
Refused, rejected, spurned—
Seek your own path now
Lessons life teaches all,
Some learn quickly; some never—
Balance must become…
Every yin has yang,
Every action, reaction—
Your choices will make you
Pendragon © 5/12/07
Some of us laugh
Some of us cry
Some of us smoke
Some of us lie
But it's all just the way
that we cope with our lives...
moored, aleak, rusting
one harboured skeleton I.
unanchored, shall grow sails.
"Don't matter who they are, anybody sets foot in this house, they are company and don't let me catch you remarking on their ways like you were so high and mighty."
My Life
entitled to think,
misunderstood, mistaken, lost—
but it is my life…
whether correct or
incorrect differs little—
I live my own life…
think whatever I think,
who died and left you in charge?
get out of my life…
not correct? really?
momentous revelation—
this is my life, Mac…
I simply require
nobody’s instructions telling
how to live my life…
go peddle papers
some other street corner, pal—
but this is my life…
For Idril
Pendragon
© 5/13/07
Last edited by Pendragon; 05-15-2007 at 10:21 AM. Reason: form off a syllable
Some of us laugh
Some of us cry
Some of us smoke
Some of us lie
But it's all just the way
that we cope with our lives...
My Thoughts.
Over the Weekend,
I took some time to really
analyze my Thoughts.
I must become more
positive with my Mind and
influence my Thoughts.
I must learn to know
and attract what I really
want, and behave well.
What Is Truth
Wondering and waiting,
Doing serious assessments—
Why am I still here?
Heartache and headache,
Holding tightly to maybe—
Have I learned nothing?
Broken dreams, memories—
How it was, how it could be—
How about the truth?
Smile and speak a lie,
Tell them all everything’s all right—
Hide secrets within…
Hope that they never
See the man inside that bleeds—
Stumble onward, try…
Darkness’ Shadows grow,
Ignites cerebral forest fire,
Runs my nerves, live wires—
They do not understand,
Comprehension never wins—
How long will I last?
Shock and burning brain
Takes its toll, ravages me—
Help arrives—in time?
They have waiting lists,
Emergency—sorry, no
Trying to hold on…
Pendragon
© 5/15/07
Some of us laugh
Some of us cry
Some of us smoke
Some of us lie
But it's all just the way
that we cope with our lives...
No matter how hard
life can be, I realize it
could be a lot worse!
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