Caught up in the complexity of just living,
the truth found in the shadows of our fears,
persuaded by desires we take without giving,
only to have reality clash with our dying fears.
Lost in endless moments of forgotten time,
searching for solutions no answers are told,
upon the final hour nothing is yours or mine,
old and fragile from our youth ever so bold.
Memories seem distant as life passes us by,
in the wake of yesterday’s ill gotten schemes,
lingers all the unanswered questions of why,
left without the magic found in one’s dreams.
Consumed in the warm mist of earthly rapture,
wandering without ever really knowing why,
not realizing from this life, death will capture,
until without warning it’s the end of our day.
Flowers bloom with radiant colors ever bright,
quickly losing their luster turning darken grey,
in the end we’ll experience God’s bright light,
heaven we’ll see but will we be able to stay?
Hmmm, alot to think about here. After my brother's unexpected death at 42 last April, I have a new outlook on life, and I plan to live each day to the fullest, despite my health issues. This really makes you think, thanks, Samuel.
The gifted and fascinating Urban Poet, Asa D Seeley, once again speaks. He introduces a New Genre of Poetry...Reality Confrontation. Juxtaposed with Essay and staying true to his unique style, Asa brings a breath of...fresh air...to the world of poet
A homonymless man writes shows what it's like to look up the laid he skirts when you’re lying prone(d) to the sidewalk, beer / joint / needle dangling from your hand /lips / arm.
The gifted and fascinating Urban Poet, Asa D Seeley, once again speaks. He introduces a New Genre of Poetry...Reality Confrontation. Juxtaposed with Essay and staying true to his unique style, Asa brings a breath of...fresh air...to the world of poet
Be always safe,
Karen