What Stream
• 03/18/24 at 03:24PM •What stream, wanders down,
a hillside, green?
What is wrong,
with a fernlike dream?
I don't know, here in my darkness
I may now cry,
for a love,
gone bye.
What stream, wanders down,
a hillside, green?
What is wrong,
with a fernlike dream?
I don't know, here in my darkness
I may now cry,
for a love,
gone bye.
I know not of tomorrow,
for its beyond my grasp,
like trying to lock up something,
which does not have a hasp.
I am writing, for
all the tomorrows of yesterday,
and for the promises made,
of something which seems far away.
Alone in the darkness.
Alone in my room,
brings forth memories,
of impending doom.
Why must I worry,
when I have a concern?
When your Lifes memories,
you're determined to burn?
Burn them to ashes,
remember no more,
for nothing matters.
We're not keeping score.
Memory loss,
quite possibly so,
knowing not where you're going,
How do you know?
My head was spinning,
in circles, I went.
I wasn't prepared,
had only a tent.
A tent, is good,
if you don't have a place,
or you want to avoid,
leaving a physical trace.
I'll work harder,
is what I said,
to get ahead in the World,
prior to being declared dead.
A brightness,
A light,
An open door,
to a right,
to love once more.
Someone to love,
we'll be friends,
divined from above.
I have no interest,
at this moment in time,
to date her or stay with me,
in this life of mine.
Someone I can talk with,
someone who cares.
A lovely person,
who I'm now aware.
Does she love me,
that I don't know.
She does care for me,
so, I won't pursue or go.
If love develops,
it will be good for me
and hopefully provide a benefit,
to this person, she.
Half-truths, Half-lies,
Does not a whole make.
Telling the truth, all of the time,
is good for all our sake.
When memories fade,
when mirrors fall,
will we still remember,
anything at all?
This fragile life's existence,
good as your mind can be,
will pass the memories,
going into infinity.
Do you recall the scenes,
from your memories past
and realize you will not be,
remembered, as they didn't last.
As old memories fade,
or just go away,
I'm reminded once more,
of the small role we play.
All of the actors,
in this life's scheme,
living your life,
another good dream.
Memories flow,
then go away,
hopefully remembering,
when having a bad day.
The roar of the Ocean,
sounds of the waves.
Seagulls a squawking,
a wind misbehaves.
Would you like the Ocean,
to go there to see,
the sights which surround you,
the beautiful Sea.
Fashionable,
Back in style.
We've been shopping,
at least for a while.
What clothes to wear,
to avoid fashion, faux pas,
and avoid despair,
for everything that was.
He was an Oracle,
with a dubious reputation,
with an obscure response,
after his libation.
Dispensing information,
bordering on calico sky,
he would use ambiguity,
to piece together his lie.
Half-truths were his strengths,
with questions of why.
Whatever words were next
to bolster his grand lie.
Across the country, he travelled,
lying all the way,
Spreading rumors, a plenty,
accepted as truth every day.
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