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What kind of world do you enjoy

A world you helped to build

Or a world you helped to destroy


What kind of remembrance is there

Marching past past past our glory

Parades through the streets each year


What else is there to life that brings joy

Only hope hope hope is our quarry

What next our economies seek to employ


When we need not run from every scare

Even when we tell our scariest story

Shining light light light upon our fears


New discoveries will make us all aware

Still in our orbs we live so round and safe

Glowing bright bright bright like a star

You look so happy
and even a bit yappy
You don't seen no sin
or where you've been
Carry no Tales
For what that entails
Smile with your Mate
and eat your cake
Pay your Taxes
Watch the news and relaxes
Miss the fact that the world is reacting
To the damage it has infacting
Global warming comes with no warning
You won't see it or wake up mourning
The end is somewhere
Could be but you don't care
I'm Jealous
Oblivious

A thought for no rhyme or reason
Just maybe for this moment in the season

Lost in your eyes dreaming to hear your hungering sigh
With each gentle kiss
the taste of your tongue with a hiss

Your ever flowing stream of love
how it fits so snug like a glove
You cover me like a warm cozy blanket
It keeps me safe from the troubles of the world
Yet, I know I'm just lying to myself
in believing any word or thought
you convey for you have shown your ways just about every day.

Such beauty and charm to consider what's the harm?

Yet,one thing that keeps you near to my ear as I long to kiss your tears and trade them for love to dispel your fears

Your message is always clear and I heard it for many years
You are in very much pain and I know I drive you insane

Never have I seen such loyalty for such a fool like me I just don't understand what you see

Yet, is it only of your need until someone or something better comes along to make you crumble to your knees?

There is no rhyme or reason to the things you say or do and maybe that's why I am so crazy about you

In this world you are lucky to find one loyal friend to the bitter end

People and circumstances change like the wind and they love to play as long as the game is going their way

When you are down and out and lost in the fray you know who your friends are come that dark desolate day

Oh some may profess they were your friend but, only if you walk their way
In this arena many cry for someone to dance to their song
Even if they feel yours is wrong

Yet, one thing that leads to their dismay
They don't give the effort or time to what they believe it leads to a question who have they really decieved?

Ye shall know a tree by its fruit it bears hence, ye will know who really cares.

"The Quotes Garden"


[ XIV ]


To the bards

"Yee, bards! Draw out your quills with thirsty silver feathers
And fill this cup of loneliness! Let’s raise it to the heavens!
O, you, forever thriving hearts, like beggars peeled off leathers,
- In such a wilderness, your presence brings the lofty ravens!
How to not feel such lore, by noble paths of life, you mighty bards,
When all the earthly kings bow down their heraldry to taste
A glimpse of peace, from everlasting fragrance, in their yards,
As if their fame, or treasures, withers, for a silence’s waste!?..
Yee, bards! You seal my broken heart, with chants of golden harps,
To soothe this weeping, roaring beast who lurks into the darkness!
O, let me grieve along my dying muse, as nightingale enwraps
Such ravishing remembrance that I so ought to harness in my madness!
For nothing else, now matters – in such pursuit of happiness, to be
Alike a shadow in the mist, without a purpose – banished forever
From such a cruel word in which my fate resides; my love for thee,
Has split, within our shared grave; - and so I weep, I weep, I weep:
Yee, bards, take me along your path, for this silence I endeavour!.. "


©Th3Mirr0r

(2017-2019)

Gone are the years of her youth when she
Cared about Justice and Truth;
Sought after Peace and Providence.
Drank from the spring of wellness amongst
Those she loved,
Deeply.

Gone are the tears and the broken hearted-ness
Of a love gone stale, and the
Joy that paled, in comparison
To what it once was
Just because they grew apart,
Eventually.

Gone from this life…
Finally free of the pain and strife
That once weighed her down,
And often carved a frown
Upon her face.
Something a ‘smile’ can now replace,
Permanently.

In the late late sunlight
dwarfs chewing matchsticks
in carnival rings
they have mustered
the feathered girls
from the tents
for the clown
he is deceased
like high wire fire
a drummer boy's defeat
here the town goes down
on the edge of the sun

I was thinking as I was just walking
Through the bottom woods one day
Autumn sun rays were still angling
Through the enormous crimson canopy
So many bright Red and Scarlet
Mixing with many Orange and Yellow
Leaves dazzling falling all around me
Above me a passing flock of Canada geese
Noisily cackling formation in their large V
I watched in awe with such wonder pass
Now what lays before me as I make my way
Knowing it won’t be long now maybe a few more
Cold fronts and those wet cold showers
And in no time just like I snap my fingers
Seasons change and it becomes winter again

FORREST GUMP goes to HEAVEN

The day finally arrived when Forrest Gump dies and goes to Heaven.
He met at the Pearly Gates by St. Peter himself.

However, the gates are closed, and Forrest approaches the gatekeeper.

St. Peter said, "Well, Forrest, it is certainly good to see you. We have heard
a lot about you. I must tell you, though, that the place is filling up fast, and
we have been administering an entrance examination for everyone. The test
is short, but you have to pass it before you can get into Heaven."

Forrest responds, "It sure is good to be here, St. Peter, sir. But nobody ever
told me about any entrance exam. I sure hope that the test ain't too hard.
Life was a big enough test as it was."

St. Peter continued, "Yes, I know, Forrest, but the test is only three questions.
First: What two days of the week begin with the letter T?
Second: How many seconds are there in a year?
Third: What is God's first name?"

Forrest leaves to think the questions over. He returns the next day and sees
St. Peter, who waves him up, and says, "Now that you have had a chance to
think the questions over, tell me your answers."

Forrest replied, "Well, the first one -- which two days in the week begins with
the letter "T"? Shucks, that one is easy. That would be Today and Tomorrow."

The Saint's eyes opened wide and he exclaimed, "Forrest, that is not what I was
thinking, but you do have a point, and I guess I did not specify, so I will give you
credit for that answer.

How about the next one?" asked St. Peter. "How many seconds in a year?

Now that one is harder," replied Forrest, but I thunk and thunk about that,
and I guess the only answer can be twelve."

Astounded, St. Peter said, "Twelve? Twelve? Forrest, how in Heaven's name
could you come up with twelve seconds in a year?"

Forrest replied, "Shucks, there's got to be twelve: January 2nd, February 2nd,
March 2nd... "

"Hold it," interrupts St. Peter. "I see where you are going with this, and I see your
point, though that was not quite what I had in mind....but I will have to give you
credit for that one, too.

Let us go on with the third and final question. Can you tell me God's first name"?

"Sure," Forrest replied, "it's Andy."

"Andy?" exclaimed an exasperated and frustrated St Peter.

"Ok, I can understand how you came up with your answers to my first two
questions, but just how in the world did you come up with the name Andy
as the first name of God?"

"Shucks, that was the easiest one of all," Forrest replied. "I learnt it from the song,
"ANDY WALKS WITH ME, ANDY TALKS WITH ME, ANDY TELLS ME I AM HIS OWN."

St. Peter opened the Pearly Gates, and said: "Run Forrest, run."

Give us a sense of humor, Lord.
Give us the ability to understand,
And put humor in our life,
And -- pass it on to other folk.

~Author Unknown~

Don't chase after love, let it come to you;
That's how you'll know if it's really true.

When you're not expecting it to,
Love will arise.
Sometimes slowly (but surely) opening your Eyes;
Causing your Heart to rejoice;
Your Mind to numb from the glow
that seeps from within
And bubbles over.

Don't chase after love.
If not freely given, it lacks real value.
Just be patient; wait on it.
Live your life, be free.
Love will find you, just let it be...

Maybe I was meant to walk alone
But what of the loneliness in my heart?
When I close my door from the world,
The silence can be deafening.
Living without touch, laughter, hugs.
My strength waivers walking alone,
Surely this is not all there is?