Leading up to Friday

Its comes to so naturally,
A sigh of dread, a sigh of relief,
From Monday to Thursday,
It’s been a rough week.
But now on the climax,
The day I wake earlier,
Then all the rest,
I get the chance to sit next to you,
Close and snug,
And in privately talking, distance,
To each others journey,
And playful flirting,
On that bumpy bus ride,
Part way journey to home,
And share wishful dreaming,
Under a closing night sky…

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Generation DEAF

The silent youth,
Never speaking a word,
Jumping at movements, not sound,
And looking constantly glum,
Looking (forever) dumfounded-
When spoken to out loud.
Just machines- wired and programmed,
Technology as much part of Them
As to us are fingers and toes.
They are the generation with plugs-
In ears, mobile blocks in hands,
And live as the television watch Their eyes.
Now the generation of youth,
Silent to Our real life,
But leaders in the theirs, for,
We are not part of the Next…

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The beating of the waves...

The waves beat on the sand before it,
Crashing in with a roar and splash,
Owning the beach for its self
It owns nothing else then the open space
That reaches to end of the earth
Into ports, rivers and lakes
The water an unmatched force,
Taking and living life
In the shallows to the deep

Coated in scenic colours,
In blue and greens and gold
Majestic and effortless,
The waves sweep in on the beach,
Engulfing anything that floats,
Moving with the wind,
Nothing is more powerful,
Unpredictable,
Then the rising waves of the seas

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Inspiration to a Man

Inspiration to a man,
Is success of another,
Whether a small step forward,
Or a large leap of faith.

Happiest of the most cheerful,
Are the ones that bear the biggest pain,
And the brightest of company,
Are found in the shade.

So never judge a book upon its cover,
As you don’t judge a flower before its bloom,
The power of a man,
Is never known by himself,
Until he passes through the wall in his mind.

The waste of the lives of the heroes in battle,
Leave all the wives behind.
For the skill of gaining knowledge and wisdom,
Always out of reach for the vain.

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