6 months old today
Half a year has passed so quick
Time is flying by
🙂
Big radiant smile
Beaming like the sun above
Always melts my heart
6 months old today
Half a year has passed so quick
Time is flying by
🙂
Big radiant smile
Beaming like the sun above
Always melts my heart
Three and a half miles
With Robins and Cardinals,
leading my journey
Above, Heaven calls
Singing God’s praises on high
The angels, the saved
(R.I.P. Ronnie James Dio)
Hell screams from below
A cacophony of sounds
The tortured and damned
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Sing me a song, you’re a singer
Do me a wrong, you’re a bringer of evil
The Devil is never a maker
The less that you give, you’re a taker
So it’s on and on and on
…it’s Heaven and Hell, oh well
The lover of life’s not a sinner
The ending is just a beginner
The closer you get to the meaning
The sooner you’ll know that you’re dreaming
So it’s on and on and on
Oh it’s on and on and on
It goes on and on and on, Heaven and Hell
I can tell, fool, fool!
Well, if it seems to be real, it’s illusion
For every moment of truth, there’s confusion in life
Love can be seen as the answer
But nobody bleeds for the dancer
And it’s on and on, on and on and on….
They say that life’s a carousel
Spinning fast, you’ve got to ride it well
The world is full of Kings and Queens
Who blind your eyes then steal your dreams
…it’s Heaven and Hell, oh well
And they’ll tell you black is really white
The moon is just the sun at night
And when you walk in golden halls
You get to keep the gold that falls
It’s Heaven and Hell
No no fool, fool!
You got to bleed for the dancer!
Fool, fool, look for the answer!
Fool, fool, fool!
via Heaven And Hell Lyrics – Black Sabbath
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The muse dances, twirls
As rain falls from a black sky
Onto a parched Earth
The trees are alive
Full of nature’s soothing song
Music for my soul
Daylight Savings Time
Yes, Spring has sprung all over
Longer nights ahead
Spring Rising 1
The first day of March
Spring’s growth starting to blossom
Life wakes from slumber
Spring Rising 2
I hear birds chirping
Spring sounds push through the night’s dark
Warm days on the way
Creeping, crawling, slithering along
Singing their sunny song
With their clicking, clacking claws
On the ends of their big hairy paws
They slither and shake
Through the darkness they quake
I wrote this earlier today and I honestly don’t know what to think about it. I thought I would post it and see what you, fellow readers, thought about it. I would aim this more towards kids like a Shel Silverstein poem with a drawing to go along with the small poem.
Gentle hands folding,
twisting, shaping, and turning,
nothing to something
÷
Japanese art form
Folded paper creation
Many shapes and styles
÷
(this one is a different take on the word)
Shape me my master
Just like the clay of the Earth,
form me in your hands
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My son’s eyes, stirring,
watching, the world of nature,
dance before his eyes
A cold morning wind
Rattles and cackles bare limbs
Chorus of the damned
Nip to the Air 1
Crisp, overcast day
Windows open, a cool breeze
Haunting, like a ghost
Picture images
Scattered through distance and time
Full of laughs and smiles
I hear birds chirping
Spring sounds push through the night’s dark
Warm days on the way
Spring Rising 1
The first day of March
Spring’s growth starting to blossom
Life wakes from slumber
Sunshine permeates
A stroller stroll for my son
Best time in the world
Moonlight cuts the night
Razor clean with light
I stand
In front of my window
Reflection on the glass, shows a different person
The years
They pass
Youthful splendor
Racing, chasing dreams
It seems so long ago
My mind races with thoughts
No planning for my future
No planning for the fall
For in my youthful splendor
By now, I thought I would have it all
Publication, a writer
My novel in print
Sign sealed and delivered
Message received and sent
Now as 40 pushes
And shoves away
Is it time wasted?
Wasted on dreams
I still have the desire and the fire
The dreams aren’t doused with such ease
I have to be an example
I have to show my son
I have to show him
Never give up, never stop the run
Ryan Adams – Cover of Iron Maiden’s Wasted Years
Morning light stretches,
reaches out its warming arms
Death to cold darkness
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