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Li0nsWater
Poem Published
10th Feb 2020 8:17pm
10th Feb 2020 8:17pm
Now and Later
Life is for the living...
Until it all fades away.
Taking for granted all its splendor
in lieu of complaints.
Perfectly made in our creator's
divine way
So called imperfections, we chop, tuck and
cut for play.
Life is for the living...
Until it all fades away.
Loved isn't shared;
It's bartered
or
kept in a cage.
Drowning in negative emotions
that flow enraged.
Life is for the living...
Until it all fades away.
Rooms, then, fill with
cries and sighs,
when we all had yesterday. ...
Until it all fades away.
Taking for granted all its splendor
in lieu of complaints.
Perfectly made in our creator's
divine way
So called imperfections, we chop, tuck and
cut for play.
Life is for the living...
Until it all fades away.
Loved isn't shared;
It's bartered
or
kept in a cage.
Drowning in negative emotions
that flow enraged.
Life is for the living...
Until it all fades away.
Rooms, then, fill with
cries and sighs,
when we all had yesterday. ...
#courage
#angels
#TruthOfLife
#freedom
#morality
29 reads
2 Comments
Li0nsWater
Poem Published
10th Feb 2020 8:17pm
10th Feb 2020 8:17pm
Now and Later
Life is for the living...
Until it all fades away.
Taking for granted all its splendor
in lieu of complaints.
Perfectly made in our creator's
divine way
So called imperfections, we chop, tuck and
cut for play.
Life is for the living...
Until it all fades away.
Loved isn't shared;
It's bartered
or
kept in a cage.
Drowning in negative emotions
that flow enraged.
Life is for the living...
Until it all fades away.
Rooms, then, fill with
cries and sighs,
when we all had yesterday. ...
Until it all fades away.
Taking for granted all its splendor
in lieu of complaints.
Perfectly made in our creator's
divine way
So called imperfections, we chop, tuck and
cut for play.
Life is for the living...
Until it all fades away.
Loved isn't shared;
It's bartered
or
kept in a cage.
Drowning in negative emotions
that flow enraged.
Life is for the living...
Until it all fades away.
Rooms, then, fill with
cries and sighs,
when we all had yesterday. ...
#courage
#angels
#TruthOfLife
#freedom
#morality
29 reads
2 Comments
Li0nsWater
Poem Published
10th Feb 2020 8:17pm
10th Feb 2020 8:17pm
Now and Later
Life is for the living...
Until it all fades away.
Taking for granted all its splendor
in lieu of complaints.
Perfectly made in our creator's
divine way
So called imperfections, we chop, tuck and
cut for play.
Life is for the living...
Until it all fades away.
Loved isn't shared;
It's bartered
or
kept in a cage.
Drowning in negative emotions
that flow enraged.
Life is for the living...
Until it all fades away.
Rooms, then, fill with
cries and sighs,
when we all had yesterday. ...
Until it all fades away.
Taking for granted all its splendor
in lieu of complaints.
Perfectly made in our creator's
divine way
So called imperfections, we chop, tuck and
cut for play.
Life is for the living...
Until it all fades away.
Loved isn't shared;
It's bartered
or
kept in a cage.
Drowning in negative emotions
that flow enraged.
Life is for the living...
Until it all fades away.
Rooms, then, fill with
cries and sighs,
when we all had yesterday. ...
#courage
#angels
#TruthOfLife
#freedom
#morality
29 reads
2 Comments
Li0nsWater
Poem Published
10th Feb 2020 8:17pm
10th Feb 2020 8:17pm
Now and Later
Life is for the living...
Until it all fades away.
Taking for granted all its splendor
in lieu of complaints.
Perfectly made in our creator's
divine way
So called imperfections, we chop, tuck and
cut for play.
Life is for the living...
Until it all fades away.
Loved isn't shared;
It's bartered
or
kept in a cage.
Drowning in negative emotions
that flow enraged.
Life is for the living...
Until it all fades away.
Rooms, then, fill with
cries and sighs,
when we all had yesterday. ...
Until it all fades away.
Taking for granted all its splendor
in lieu of complaints.
Perfectly made in our creator's
divine way
So called imperfections, we chop, tuck and
cut for play.
Life is for the living...
Until it all fades away.
Loved isn't shared;
It's bartered
or
kept in a cage.
Drowning in negative emotions
that flow enraged.
Life is for the living...
Until it all fades away.
Rooms, then, fill with
cries and sighs,
when we all had yesterday. ...
#courage
#angels
#TruthOfLife
#freedom
#morality
29 reads
2 Comments
Li0nsWater
Poem Published
10th Feb 2020 8:17pm
10th Feb 2020 8:17pm
Now and Later
Life is for the living...
Until it all fades away.
Taking for granted all its splendor
in lieu of complaints.
Perfectly made in our creator's
divine way
So called imperfections, we chop, tuck and
cut for play.
Life is for the living...
Until it all fades away.
Loved isn't shared;
It's bartered
or
kept in a cage.
Drowning in negative emotions
that flow enraged.
Life is for the living...
Until it all fades away.
Rooms, then, fill with
cries and sighs,
when we all had yesterday. ...
Until it all fades away.
Taking for granted all its splendor
in lieu of complaints.
Perfectly made in our creator's
divine way
So called imperfections, we chop, tuck and
cut for play.
Life is for the living...
Until it all fades away.
Loved isn't shared;
It's bartered
or
kept in a cage.
Drowning in negative emotions
that flow enraged.
Life is for the living...
Until it all fades away.
Rooms, then, fill with
cries and sighs,
when we all had yesterday. ...
#courage
#angels
#TruthOfLife
#freedom
#morality
29 reads
2 Comments
JaiVagabond
R.M.G.
R.M.G.
Poem Published
27th Jan 2020 6:16am
27th Jan 2020 6:16am
Up to task
I have been selected. I carve my path through these jungles, machete in hand. My tools are sharp. I am up to task.
My feet hit the ground in time, but not as a slave to the clock. I am not Ceasar's servant. I am a tramp with a vagabond heart.
I am transient. I am homefree. I follow the signs in front of me. Never looking behind. I am present. I am now. I let go.
My love is like no other. No one shall define it for me. It is of source. I revel in awe. Free to do what I choose, I now attest for what I do. I will gladly play the roles the gods have given me. I am a participant,...
My feet hit the ground in time, but not as a slave to the clock. I am not Ceasar's servant. I am a tramp with a vagabond heart.
I am transient. I am homefree. I follow the signs in front of me. Never looking behind. I am present. I am now. I let go.
My love is like no other. No one shall define it for me. It is of source. I revel in awe. Free to do what I choose, I now attest for what I do. I will gladly play the roles the gods have given me. I am a participant,...
#strength
#courage
#spiritual
#freedom
#SelfDiscovery
34 reads
2 Comments
JaiVagabond
R.M.G.
R.M.G.
Poem Published
27th Jan 2020 6:16am
27th Jan 2020 6:16am
Up to task
I have been selected. I carve my path through these jungles, machete in hand. My tools are sharp. I am up to task.
My feet hit the ground in time, but not as a slave to the clock. I am not Ceasar's servant. I am a tramp with a vagabond heart.
I am transient. I am homefree. I follow the signs in front of me. Never looking behind. I am present. I am now. I let go.
My love is like no other. No one shall define it for me. It is of source. I revel in awe. Free to do what I choose, I now attest for what I do. I will gladly play the roles the gods have given me. I am a participant,...
My feet hit the ground in time, but not as a slave to the clock. I am not Ceasar's servant. I am a tramp with a vagabond heart.
I am transient. I am homefree. I follow the signs in front of me. Never looking behind. I am present. I am now. I let go.
My love is like no other. No one shall define it for me. It is of source. I revel in awe. Free to do what I choose, I now attest for what I do. I will gladly play the roles the gods have given me. I am a participant,...
#strength
#courage
#spiritual
#freedom
#SelfDiscovery
34 reads
2 Comments
JaiVagabond
R.M.G.
R.M.G.
Poem Published
27th Jan 2020 6:16am
27th Jan 2020 6:16am
Up to task
I have been selected. I carve my path through these jungles, machete in hand. My tools are sharp. I am up to task.
My feet hit the ground in time, but not as a slave to the clock. I am not Ceasar's servant. I am a tramp with a vagabond heart.
I am transient. I am homefree. I follow the signs in front of me. Never looking behind. I am present. I am now. I let go.
My love is like no other. No one shall define it for me. It is of source. I revel in awe. Free to do what I choose, I now attest for what I do. I will gladly play the roles the gods have given me. I am a participant,...
My feet hit the ground in time, but not as a slave to the clock. I am not Ceasar's servant. I am a tramp with a vagabond heart.
I am transient. I am homefree. I follow the signs in front of me. Never looking behind. I am present. I am now. I let go.
My love is like no other. No one shall define it for me. It is of source. I revel in awe. Free to do what I choose, I now attest for what I do. I will gladly play the roles the gods have given me. I am a participant,...
#strength
#courage
#spiritual
#freedom
#SelfDiscovery
34 reads
2 Comments
JaiVagabond
R.M.G.
R.M.G.
Poem Published
27th Jan 2020 6:16am
27th Jan 2020 6:16am
Up to task
I have been selected. I carve my path through these jungles, machete in hand. My tools are sharp. I am up to task.
My feet hit the ground in time, but not as a slave to the clock. I am not Ceasar's servant. I am a tramp with a vagabond heart.
I am transient. I am homefree. I follow the signs in front of me. Never looking behind. I am present. I am now. I let go.
My love is like no other. No one shall define it for me. It is of source. I revel in awe. Free to do what I choose, I now attest for what I do. I will gladly play the roles the gods have given me. I am a participant,...
My feet hit the ground in time, but not as a slave to the clock. I am not Ceasar's servant. I am a tramp with a vagabond heart.
I am transient. I am homefree. I follow the signs in front of me. Never looking behind. I am present. I am now. I let go.
My love is like no other. No one shall define it for me. It is of source. I revel in awe. Free to do what I choose, I now attest for what I do. I will gladly play the roles the gods have given me. I am a participant,...
#strength
#courage
#spiritual
#freedom
#SelfDiscovery
34 reads
2 Comments
JaiVagabond
R.M.G.
R.M.G.
Poem Published
27th Jan 2020 6:16am
27th Jan 2020 6:16am
Up to task
I have been selected. I carve my path through these jungles, machete in hand. My tools are sharp. I am up to task.
My feet hit the ground in time, but not as a slave to the clock. I am not Ceasar's servant. I am a tramp with a vagabond heart.
I am transient. I am homefree. I follow the signs in front of me. Never looking behind. I am present. I am now. I let go.
My love is like no other. No one shall define it for me. It is of source. I revel in awe. Free to do what I choose, I now attest for what I do. I will gladly play the roles the gods have given me. I am a participant,...
My feet hit the ground in time, but not as a slave to the clock. I am not Ceasar's servant. I am a tramp with a vagabond heart.
I am transient. I am homefree. I follow the signs in front of me. Never looking behind. I am present. I am now. I let go.
My love is like no other. No one shall define it for me. It is of source. I revel in awe. Free to do what I choose, I now attest for what I do. I will gladly play the roles the gods have given me. I am a participant,...
#strength
#courage
#spiritual
#freedom
#SelfDiscovery
34 reads
2 Comments
Kementic1
Poem Published
12th Feb 2020 00:15am
12th Feb 2020 00:15am
R.I.P. American Democracy
AG William Barr
is now the most corrupt one by far
Trump's entire administration is totally bizarre
he is running the country like an old Russian Czar
In this month of February
I sadly write this obituary
Because as US citizens we are victims of a Coup
and American Democracy as we know it is finally THROUGH
is now the most corrupt one by far
Trump's entire administration is totally bizarre
he is running the country like an old Russian Czar
In this month of February
I sadly write this obituary
Because as US citizens we are victims of a Coup
and American Democracy as we know it is finally THROUGH
#corruption
#oppression
#politics
#freedom
#inequality
102 reads
4 Comments
Kementic1
Poem Published
12th Feb 2020 00:15am
12th Feb 2020 00:15am
R.I.P. American Democracy
AG William Barr
is now the most corrupt one by far
Trump's entire administration is totally bizarre
he is running the country like an old Russian Czar
In this month of February
I sadly write this obituary
Because as US citizens we are victims of a Coup
and American Democracy as we know it is finally THROUGH
is now the most corrupt one by far
Trump's entire administration is totally bizarre
he is running the country like an old Russian Czar
In this month of February
I sadly write this obituary
Because as US citizens we are victims of a Coup
and American Democracy as we know it is finally THROUGH
#corruption
#oppression
#politics
#freedom
#inequality
102 reads
4 Comments
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