Through years, time gathers truths, lies, promises, successes and defeats to serve us at the end.
Bringing sun, moon, stars, to pass the time…
while we pass the years wondering
…are we doing it right?
Like seasons, we are new each year.
Sometimes stronger, sometimes weaker,
creating a new path in the freshly born year that lays ahead.
Given the gift of starting fresh,
what will we learn?
what will we teach?
The grass grows more quickly behind us
the weeds more quickly in front.
Throwing seeds ahead, we push to plant
before the weeds can grow.
Shining, sparkling colors bloom before
Like children taking their first step,
I strive for steady footing.
Absorbing the shock, backed by
the power of love, I won’t fall off.
Be the ink that tells a story. Find your way under someone’s skin. Do you want to be there, or are you entering against your will? Give us a poem from the ink’s perspective. Tell a story or cover one—or give the person you’re entering something new to live into.
will you embrace me?
thickly, brazenly in charge
over this rainbow pallet.
I know you’ll love me the most.
my love for you will never fade,
or let you down,
(never) clash with your life
in any way.
you can wear whatever you like around me.
I will love you deeply.
stay with you, forever …
and … you will always remember, me.
Wikipedia definition – ‘Foley is the reproduction of everyday sound effects which are added in post production to enhance the quality of audio for films, television, video, video games and radio. These reproduced sounds can be anything from the swishing of clothing and footsteps to squeaky doors and breaking glass. The best foley art is so well integrated into a film that it goes unnoticed by the audience. It helps to create a sense of reality within a scene. Without these crucial background noises, movies feel unnaturally quiet and uncomfortable…’
spinning their wheels,
clocks turn young to old.
belying promises made in haste,
nitty-gritty do’s and don’ts close the day.
looking with pride, and wonder,
at what you’ve done.
eyes on tomorrow even in the black of sleep.
hoisting blankets over exhausted ideas.
arms and legs lie in wait to go again,
into the arena of trains and boats and airplanes,
cars and carts and bicycles.
while the mind would rather rest it’s bones
on the soft, sweet pillow
so open to your touch.
Don't ever change yourself to impress someone, cause they should be impressed that you don't change to please others -- When you are going through something hard and wonder where God is, always remember that the teacher is always quiet during a test --- Unknown