"It's time! it's time," cry all in line
"To lift the leaden curtain!"
And all retract their final act
To tread on paths less certain.
To seek the truth we lost in youth,
A wise man's words unspoken.
Through all the strife we bear in life,
No heart is left unbroken.
......
Our real purpose,
the one that matters most,
is not that of any individual or nation,
but is, instead, the quest over eons
to transcend barbarism and selfishness
and become a more ethical species as a whole.
This will not happen in a day, a year, or even a millennium,
but, if we succeed at all,
will take hundreds of thousands of years.
That does not mean what we do now is insignificant.
......
Many who enter our lives
pass through without leaving a mark.
They may have once been important,
you may have even loved them,
but once gone, they’re gone.
But there are others who,
when they’re gone, for whatever reason,
create a wound.
It’s as if a piece of the puzzle
that was you has been taken.
......
The real meaning of life
is to create a life of real meaning.
How does one write?
With intent, of course.
My intent?
I was hoping you could tell me.
Digest the pages, bisect the words
Search for a hidden diamond I know is not there.
Pick them out and analyse.
You search in vain
......
Many who enter our lives
pass through without leaving a mark.
They may have once been important,
you may have even loved them,
but once gone, they’re gone.
But there are others who,
when they’re gone, for whatever reason,
create a wound.
It’s as if a piece of the puzzle
that was you has been taken.
......
Our real purpose,
the one that matters most,
is not that of any individual or nation,
but is, instead, the quest over eons
to transcend barbarism and selfishness
and become a more ethical species as a whole.
This will not happen in a day, a year, or even a millennium,
but, if we succeed at all,
will take hundreds of thousands of years.
That does not mean what we do now is insignificant.
......
How does one write?
With intent, of course.
My intent?
I was hoping you could tell me.
Digest the pages, bisect the words
Search for a hidden diamond I know is not there.
Pick them out and analyse.
You search in vain
......
The real meaning of life
is to create a life of real meaning.
Staring through a blank page.
Words jumbled in my brain,
Anxiously waiting to be put together.
Placed in such an order of meaning,
A purpose for simple vocabulary.
My head is blank until I put pen to paper.
Thoughts flood me like a stormy stream.
The first line is the most difficult,
The remainder comes naturally
......