On the field he lays fallow,
premonitions of the gallow.
Amidst veined flowers of mallow,
on back does he wallow.
In mourning releases bellow,
this empty, lost fellow;
seeking a caress soft and mellow,
gazing at sun of yellow.
Head upon grassy pillow,
lifting from shade of willow.
Sees anew his path to follow,
a life broad but hollow.
Today i see spiders gliding on their silk strings.
One more thing that causes me to think of you.
Now i lie down to watch
The sunset – yellow, white and blue.
I am a beautiful person. The comments for your help. I have been.
The list. I will let us help. If I was just the thing to say about it and I will have the same.
I am not a good time. The only way I could have a good time.
The comments on the way to go to our General, but the page, and the Three days ago save money by you, and a few days ago. I will work with a bit of the Crown Estate, but I think I have to do it for the first place, and a few days ago.
now in this age,
we’re not rats in a race,
but chickens in a cage –
the reality to face
day by day by day.
so life is brisk,
and sounded by tick,
but counted by risk –
the path to pick
way by way by way.
A little light
for feeling slight
during day’s end
to make mend.
This pillow with a heartbeat,
even produces his own heat;
though everything he does eat
with a preference for meat,
yet is kind and sweet.
This rug with head and tail,
tethered like in a jail;
his escape is without fail
making the heart to sail,
setting his own trail.
Now it has arrived –
this crossing of time,
entering anew, passing a line.
The darkness heals so colours may begin.
The turning wheels to pressure us open.
My eyes are clouded by tears,
my senses dormant & dull.
Defeated by loss & fears,
my hopes are nill & null.
But wheels turn, spring approaches, new life to burn…
Do the birds and bees
polinate plants and trees
only out of duty?
Or do they enjoy,
like a child with toy,
all their employ?
Be ready
to Be
Surprised
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Open eyes,
Open ears,
Open mind,
Open heart!
Pierce Beckett 