THE JOURNEY

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I reach for it.

I close my fingers.

But I can’t catch it.

It filters through.

Continuing on its journey.

Nothing can stop it.

Nothing can hold it.

WALK ALONE

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I walk alone each night

On cold, country roads.

No one calls my name.

No one cares to stop.

I walk alone each night,

Hoping to find the one for me,

The one who calls my name,

And who cares enough to stop.

WALK ALONE

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vintage blog

I walk alone each night

On cold, country roads.

No one calls my name.

No one cares to stop.

I walk alone each night,

Hoping to find the one for me,

The one who calls my name,

And who cares enough to stop.

STOP

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Waimanalo Sunrise | David Pope

Take the time.

Stop.

Watch.

Listen.

Breathe.

Sigh.

MOVE TOO FAST

Life moves too fast.

People rushing back and forth.

Where are they going?

Do they reach their destinations?

Rushing.

Everything a blur.

Faces and lights flashing by.

Stop!

Take a breath.

What happened to enjoying life?

Living for the moment.

When does that happen?

Light

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retro, vintage, pale, grunge, indie

I close my fingers.

But I can’t catch it.

It filters through.

Continuing on its journey.

Nothing can stop it.

Nothing can hold it.

I WILL SLEEP

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Down I go

To the depths

Of my sadness.

I can’t go on.

I must rest.

Replenish my spirit.

Revitalize my soul.

I can turn around.

Go back up.

Try once more

To live my life.

First I will sleep.

GOING IN CIRCLES

niadil:

GOING IN CIRCLES

Caught in a vicious cycle.
No control over your own life.
Day in and day out.
Round and round you go.
Does it ever stop?
Can you get off?
Yes, you can.
If you step outside the circle.
And dare to be different.

 

 

A SNOWY DAY

Paradise is within our grasp.
Within our environment.
Within our homes.
We just have to stop,
watch, and listen.
It could be as simple
as a snowy day.
Or as complex as
a large family.
Enjoy the happy season.
Have fun in the snow.
Appreciate your family.
Paradise is within our grasp.

MERRY-GO-ROUND

Who doesn’t like a ride?
A fast ride.
A ride that never stops.
Round and round we go.
On and on.
Day in and day out.
Each day is a miracle.
A new day to ride the merry-go-round.
Each day is a surprise.
Will the ride go on today,
or will it stop?
Stop for new riders,
or stop forever?
Each day is a new surprise.

THE ROAD TO NOWHERE

What will it feel like
at the end?
On your last road,
at your last stop.
No more road signs.
No more signals.
Only dead silence.
No people.
No lights.
No sounds.
Memories flitting by.
Old smells.
Then darkness.
No!
I want to go out
with a bang!
A parade.
A marching band,
with music and laughter.
Let’s wait for the parade.
I can hear it in the distance.

TAKE A CHANCE

The road to nowhere
or anywhere.
Your choice.
Where to go?
North or south?
East or west?
Home or far away?
Take a chance.
Pick a direction
and just drive.
Drive for hours.
Stop only to eat and sleep.
Where will you end up?
Your heart will lead you,
guide you to the end.
Then stop.
Look around.
Is there where you want to be?
Is this what you’ve been searching for?
If yes, then stay.
If not, go home.
Are you one
for chances?
Go find out.

TOO OFTEN

Too often there are deaths.
Too often there are murders.
Too often people look away.
Too often we stop and stare.
Stop and stare,
but do nothing to help.
Sad, but true.
Human nature has its rough side.
But is also has its good side.
Let the good side out.

MIDNIGHT AT THE OASIS

e-e-r-i-n-e-s-s:

Nosferatu (1922)

When the clock chimes 12:00
midnight in the glass house,
time will stand still.
The music will stop.
Dancers will freeze in place.
All will be quiet,
waiting for the last chime.
After the twelfth bong,
time will be released from its trance.
The dancing and music will resume.
No time is lost.
Nothing is gained.
The Dead have assumed control.
THE DEAD GAME has begun.

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FATHER TIME

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GTWY

Time is a force.
A presence we are
all too familiar with.
It leads us to the unknown.
It takes us on a bumpy ride.
A ride that can stop at any moment
to throw us off.
We hold on for dear life,
but we never know when
our precious time will be up.
We pray to it.
Hold on to it.
It is our master,
holding our reigns
in its mighty hands.
Hands that can be gentle
or tough and unyielding.
Please be gentle with us,
Father time.

NEVER STOP

Lift your face to the sky.
Pump hard with your feet
as you soar higher.
Higher than you can by
merely standing on the ground.
The world has so much to offer.
So much to see, hear, and feel.
Places to explore.
People to meet.
Never look down.
Just keep reaching
higher and higher.
Never stop.
And never give up.

SLOW DOWN YOU MOVE TOO FAST

Life moves too fast.
People rushing back and forth.
Where are they going?
Do they ever reach their destinations?
Rushing and rushing everyday.
Everything becomes a blur.
The faces and lights flash by too quickly.
Stop!
I need to breathe!
What happened to living and enjoying life?
When does that happen?
After we’re dead and buried.
Then we slow down to a stand still.

FOR ETERNITY

Round and round go the
hands of time.
No getting off the ride
while the hands keep moving.
On and on without stopping.
For eternity.
Tick tock.

A TIME TO THINK

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Inspiration ballet photography >

A time to pause and reflect.
Let the world continue its spinning,
while you stop and think.
Take a deep breath before
moving on to your next adventure.
Before the future becomes the present.

TIME

TIME MARCHES ON

TIME MARCHES ON
BUT WE CAN NEVER KEEP UP.