Past lives come and go
People and moments slip away
Sometimes new ideas and hope sink below
As time marches on and trudges through the snow
The ones that really matter stay
Past lives come and go
Things get lost and slip away in the flow
Things you love seem to fade away
......
Birdwatching had become for me, such pleasurable summertime hobby,
So I was often among the trees, young ones or those old and knobby.
I chased rose finches at dawn, and the yellow warblers come noon,
Scarlet flycatchers of a fine evening, and ravens under the moon!
By the fond nickname of 'Bird Lady', I had lately become renowned,
And aptly it did cling to me, like the title monarch once crowned.
Outfitted with my binoculars, I sought the rarest or common birds,
......
I was sitting under a tree on a sunny day,
while relaxing and watching some children play.
One kid stopped, joined me and I asked - "hey,
why did you stop performing in your play?"
He pointed at his family and replied - "they
saw me get injured so I'm taking rest for the day.
I'm not even feeling any pain, I just want to play.
But, they asked me to take rest so I'll just obey."
......
Once like a river, our laughter did flow,
As we shared secrets, like no others would know,
But then came the storm, with thunderous rage,
And the bond we cherished, began to fade.
The laughter now echoes, but with a hollow sound,
As the silence between us, deafeningly profound,
Once close as kin, now strangers we stand,
With wounds so deep, we cannot comprehend.
......
The next stop is the one I've waited for so long,
So eager now to see the smiling folks back home,
For memory now plays an old well-known love song,
Ever drawing one back, no matter where they roam.
So eager now to see the smiling folks back home,
And to frequent all the places that I used to go!
It ever draws one back, no matter where they roam,
Like honeycomb draws bees, toward golden tomorrow.
......
Past lives come and go
People and moments slip away
Sometimes new ideas and hope sink below
As time marches on and trudges through the snow
The ones that really matter stay
Past lives come and go
Things get lost and slip away in the flow
Things you love seem to fade away
......
Once like a river, our laughter did flow,
As we shared secrets, like no others would know,
But then came the storm, with thunderous rage,
And the bond we cherished, began to fade.
The laughter now echoes, but with a hollow sound,
As the silence between us, deafeningly profound,
Once close as kin, now strangers we stand,
With wounds so deep, we cannot comprehend.
......
We stood in front of the toilet and waited.
You said you couldn't do it anymore.
She would be the perfect woman
But not your home.
Your home is there in the first booth
Your home is doing lines
You stood in front of the toilet and waited
I feel disgusted and
this pseudo-romanticism quite ridiculous.
......
Have you Ever
Ever in life,
Been with someone
As close as his heart
And his breathing air?
......
We're not friends, not enemies,
just strangers with memories
loosely hanging on the wall;
silently awaiting to die and fall.
Pass me by and remember to forget
a pausing moment you wish to regret.
Our eyes shall meet
and we shall shuffle our feet
when the smile we try to form
is the exact opposite of norm.
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