I would be poorer growing up today

I feel a bit sad
for those growing up today
constantly glued to their tablets,
missing out of the amazingnessness
surrounding them,
In the back of their car
not seeing the mountains and lakes or
the relics of olden days,
farms, and ruins still standing
Never feeding their curiosity
thinking where does that road go
Can we make a detour
To find the hidden gems
I know I would be poorer
without those experiences I had
growing up to be
who I am

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lzlabs:

In the middle of my life
winter came…
It asked me to build a fire
with someone…
I did…with you

But I …

I still wander …

Lost in the blizzard …

Cold.

The Wayfarer – in silence speaks

I was gifted with more than one

As if one would suffice – I ask

How long could one last

the ticks of time grows longer

the creaks in the floorboards

only matched by your

rattling joints

One was cold – distant

Another warm – touching

One spoke of gift as good

Another saw poison – a marriage

One stood out

Another cared not

When all the pieces are in place

The picture nailed to the catafalque

You can say

I knew him – and all his ways

at the bottom (of) a well

She turned my head
for a while made me forget
myself
with my smile seemingly
lasting
the cork popping and
bubbles overflowing
the moment of
recollection
a hard truth
re-revelation
I don’t do people very
well

as one

the size of your tits, love
matters little in the grander
scheme of things

they will sag, eventually
no matter how long you
wear that bra

I don’t care really, what would I do
with something I cannot fit
into my hands to hold, anyway

the size of you heart, love
matters more to me
although I cannot measure it
the heart do matter more

what you say,
from heart must come or else
there be no trust; just void

the glance, your eyes must be
reflecting the beat of
the heart; inside

the balance; the rhythm
yours must match mine
though cosine and sinusoid
rarely meet; it would be a
grand feat to end up
as one

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