In our fragil ponderings
we oft get carried away.
Candid emotions spill
checking not what we say.
With all do selfish dreams
awakened by the slightest touch.
Shadowing all our senses
from what we've craved so much.
Bursting at the seams
swelling like an infected sore.
Our time hidden emotions
begging feverishly for more.
At some point we face
the carnage left in the road.
Not even our fulfillment
can carry such a load.
Then we recoil again
afraid to ever roll the dice.
We freeze those emotions
back into a block of ice.
Del Cano 2005 Nov
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Our time hidden emotions
begging feverishly for more.
Anger's not a problem. I keep it under wraps for the most part but I admt, it's been the cause of carnage before. So much easier to let it out than to clean it up afterwards.
I'm very sad tonight after watching a 9/11 program. So many lives lost............ for what?
Evermore--to avoid all the pain,
And live a lesser life, perhaps,
Avoiding needless stress and strain.
Yet...I say,
Boldly live from day to day
And put it out there, come what may!
And be the person you know you be...
The world will die of green envy!
For naught is gained by playing games,
And lying to one's self is cheap.
Be who you are, and woe to them,
Who fear the promises you can keep.
To thine own self be true, my friend.
You rock, Spencer.
and make me think outside the lines.
Perhaps someday I'll understand why I'm moved to respond in verse,
to verse that sends me a real and tight message???
Selene, why is that?
Blessings, BroSpence!
Wilka
Very well done.