A Life Yet To Lead

Some random thoughts rhymed sometime in June, 2008.

A life yet to lead
A journey yet to start
A mouth yet to feed
A plan yet to chart

A compliment yet to receive
A glory yet to shine
A world yet to perceive
A dinner yet to dine

A charity yet to begin
A destination yet to reach
A song yet to sing
A gospel yet to preach

A dream yet to live
A conclusion yet to arrive
A gift yet to give
A sentiment yet to drive

A love yet to find
A priority yet to number
A business yet to mind
And
A walk yet to remember.

Words, Words & Only Words Do I Have

Do words, that float
in our mind and
that trickle
down our lips,
tell the truth?

Do words know
what they say
or do we know?

We love them
so we use them
or misuse them?

We want to say
what we mean but
mostly we do not
mean what we say!

We repent for saying
what not to be said
and for not saying what
ought to be said.

Words are most used
but least understood.

Someone loves me
and I love someone
because words say so!

Words have fought battles.
Words have killed peoples.
Words have made kings.
And words do make fools.

Words, words and only
words do I have
but no meaning.

Where…IX

[Continuation of Where…VI]

Where we grow as
our love evolves.
Where lower feelings
dissolve and egos devolve.
Where doubt, ever crops, is
sorted with faith and resolve.

Where silence of heart
overrules the voice of lips.
Where tolerance interns
in bouts of miff.
Where thoughts differ;
let not the respect dip.

Where…IV

Where love prevails
beyond the glory of physical.
Where soul is revered
beyond the shine of mythical.
Where values are cheered
beyond the cacophony of traditional.

Where heights are reached
not with competition.
Where “by hook or crook”
is not life’s mission.
Where shared are feelings
and cheered is reason.

Where…I

Where words fall short
and the heart melts.
Where mind races high,
into deep faults.
Where vision fails and
the journey halts.

Where I feel not any
exuberance or high.
Where proximity is bliss
with inevitability to die.
Where nocturnal feelings
bear the brunt and sigh.

Where heat is frozen
and mist transparent.
Where faith falls and does
something incoherent.
Where rain is not cheered
and the wets are torment.

Where love is to die
in the depth unheard.
Where drops of water are
nothing but one in herd.
Where going gets tough
the belief sounds absurd.

Where emptiness rules the
caverns of rough weather.
Where vague is the disguise
of fermenting heather.
Where calmness dies the death,
laughs loud the coarse soother.