A TICK PAST REGRETFUL

 

Time must pass

This I know

I don’t care about its passage

Never have my friends

Most likely

I never will

Still

Boredom is my nemesis

Conceptual disillusion

Inconsequential factors

Beyond the ambience

A tick past regretful

Seems so intrusive

For I have no fear of death

Nor Satan’s kicking breath

It’s me I battle daily

Clinging to ghosts of yesterday

Reality

Melancholy passion play

No room for loss of balance

Perched atop a razor blade of chance

I sleep in increments

Dream so vividly

Foster deep thoughts of romance

Practice acts of kindness

Sincerity

The key

Deepest part of me

So it shall be…….

 

 

© Bill Grimes Jr. 2009

 

 

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[LJW]

So it shall be��.

I ask God every day to allow me to feel His will for me and not mine. It is because of this that I pursue what I pursue and leave alone what I need to leave alone.

[SPINNING ON that dizzy ..]

Wool gathering... what ifs, shoulda-woulda-couldas.... consequences, misdirections..... or "regrets, I've had a few but then again too few to mention" Ahhh age and wisdom....

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Kath