Birds on a wire,
Sitting in the most unusual place
Hardly a sound uttered,
When they disappear without a trace
Silently peaking at the scene below
In amazement I wonder,
What are they thinking
As they see people run to and fro.
Like an old motion film reel,
Wound on a plastic core
On a projector repeating a movie,
We love and adore
People’s lives are in motion day after day
Real birds on a wire
If they were able to talk,
What would they say?
Looking at human beings progression
As watchers witnessing,
Man’s behavior and daily obsessions
Sometimes I wonder,
What are they thinking?
As they look towards the ground
Is this life, Is this living?
Content with their lives as they
Sit high on a line,
I actually believe they’re doing just fine.
Silence can be found in so many ways
Be silent, be still get caught in a daze
The mind is searching, go deeper inside
Overwhelmed by thoughts
So vast and so wide
Do you need to know why?
Silence requires you spend time alone
Focus more on the unknown
Let your mind travel in unusual places
Experiencing life and leaving no traces
Be silent! Be still
All you need is your will
Tune out the world as you go to that place
Breathe slowly as you enter that space
The mind streaming thoughts in this altered reality
No rhyme or reason, just acting randomly
Ignore the noise
Which may break your concentration
Cell phones can definitely ruin your mind’s conversations
Be silent, be still
Think deep in your head
It only takes time
You’ll never know what lies ahead.
You see them at work day after day
you try to avoid them,
Somehow they get in your way.
A ball of confusion
Don’t be under the illusion
They’ll ever change
Their ego has a wide range.
Making life at work so unbearable
Your relationship is irreparable.
To the point you want out
Because you just want to shout
But the wrong words may get in the way.
It’s a pity right now you’ll have to stay.
Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide
Responsibility holds the key
You’re all bottled up inside.
One day I hope that you can flee
From the crazies that like to bother thee.
Empty Notebook, pen in hand
Broken thoughts of empty words
No rhyme or reason
Streaming thoughts of a mosaic of
No single thought emerging
Darkness and frustration with
Mindless words of nothingness
Going nowhere but in the corners of ones
I forget sometimes, I love
to write rather than fight.
Peace draws me in to a place in
my mind that explodes.
Life has more meaning when
I’m thinking about nothing but words.
Like an enjoyable cool drink
on a hot summer day
Oh my! What can I say?
I guess I was made that way.
We are like dandelions blowing in the wind
Breaking free, scattered
Drifting but never really knowing our
True purpose in life
We settle wherever the wind blows
To a life of contentment
With fragments of light in the darkness
Which brings hope joy and happiness
Wishing for dreams that will come true
Where the fragments of light will
Overcome the darkness
Grow stronger like the dandelions
Firmly holding on refusing to be swept up
Wherever the wind blows
But rooted with a sense of purpose.
Live your lives like there are no
Instead of drowning in your sorrows
Find the time
Enjoy your passion
It’s more than time to take action
Life is short you never know
When we all will have to go
To a place we’ve never been
Live, Love, Laugh
Let’s all begin