Showing posts with label #pocketpoem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label #pocketpoem. Show all posts

Wednesday, April 29, 2015

brain storm #9

humbly contemplating
the idea of mortality
seeking to understand
my own morality

thinking of things
that don't get thought
hoping and praying
that I don't get caught

knowing there's places
we should not go
within the mind
and without the soul

have I gained the strength
to handle it better
or should it all stay
in an open letter

it's not that sad really
it doesn't have to be
no matter what happens
I will always be me

so don't get down
unless you are dancing
keep on smiling, laughing,
and gently romancing


-b2




Saturday, April 18, 2015

getting it


I know a fella 
He throws the clay
Teaches our children
The rest of the day

He gets it
I really think
He  knows

He gets it
The life he 
Lives, it shows

I have a friend
The old and dear kind
He uses light
To capture time

He gets it
I really think
He  knows

He gets it
The life he 
Lives, it shows

There's a lady I know
Who gives it all away
Not saving anything
For some sunny day

She gets it
Like nobody
I know

She gets it
The life she lives
Well, it glows

They all get it
Whatever it may be
Their it is not the same
There is more than one key

They get it
I really think 
They know

The life they 
Live, it shows

There's many others out there
That have an it too
You may know a few
Or maybe it's you

You get it
I really think
You know

The life you 
live, it really shows


-b2