There's 2 sides to the 'coin' of life, without sadness you wouldn't be able to appreciate happiness, without darkness you'd not be able to appreciate sunshine, without sour you wouldn't be able to appreciate sweetness, my poetry isn't to everyone's taste but it's your choice if you want to digest it.

A great man said,



“I am therefore I am”,



But to see what was in his eye's,



You have to understand and realise,



Is this you now or some kind of quondam,





Consciousness is a state of being,



What is in the mind is just a thought,



Beauty in the eye is what your seeing,



But in death there is only naught,





In a dream you dance between life and death,



Vivid images of impossibility that cascade,



Some arouse the heart others catch your breath,



'Tis the soul that is dismayed,





In life we touch upon the brightest days,



Our shadows stretch out in our past,



The future lays in a constant haze,



While our days count down to the last,





A sea of blackness to engulf the wakeful years,



Awaits us all in uncommunicativeness,



Faces fade like long lost tears,



The allotted time no more no less,





Our thoughts are prisoners of the flesh,



Communication is the only way out,



Images of ideas often refresh,



Unless fully understood bring doubt,





So being conscious is being alive I hear,



Information an endless stream,



The approaching blackness is what I fear,



The inception to all I dream.

Rejoice in the love that you have from other's, it's but a shaft of sunlight that warms the soul briefly before the shadows lead you into the cold embrace of solitude.To the world you may be one person, but to one person you may be the whole world.

beautiful 2kidsmom Thanks very much your so sweet

Suena bien para mí muy soñador

Siempre podrás aprender cómo

Gracias mucho sólo vine a saludar y publicación en español significa si su interesado en lo que le dije a entenderlo

2kidsmom hermosa gracias mucho tu tan dulce

Gracias kik apreciado

"any time you need a friend I can only be me pero en cualquier momento que necesites un amigo, sólo puedo ser yo!

"Si estás solo, voy a ser tu sombra. Si quieres llorar, voy a ser tu hombro. Si quieres un abrazo, voy a ser tu almohada. Si usted necesita para ser feliz, seré tu sonrisa... Pero en cualquier momento usted necesita a un amigo, sólo podrá ser me".

"Si estás solo, voy a ser tu sombra. Si quieres llorar, voy a ser tu hombro. Si quieres un abrazo, voy a ser tu almohada. Si usted necesita para ser feliz, seré tu sonrisa... Pero en cualquier momento usted necesita a un amigo, sólo podrá ser me".

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Trying to be nice to someone,

doesn't really matter,

they throw your sympathy on the floor,

then your humanity begins to shatter.

Having kind words to say,

seems the civilized thing to do,

but it's like trying to open a door,

when they just won't let you through.

Empathy is only natural,

when similar states exist,

you offer your services,

but the opportunity is missed.

We're all angels with one wing,

we need each other to fly,

it's just music when you refuse to sing,

like it's pointless when you refuse to try.

Offered services seem to stink,

it's suspicious when offered for nothing,

is there an ulterior motive you think,

or you wonder if they're bluffing.

You lay your heart upon the line,

and seek to offer advice,

but the recipient just wants to whine,

while your heart they gladly slice.

You try your best to be a friend,

and offer your loyal hand,

but the beginning seems to be the end,

the reason why you don't understand.

Being nice just is not cool,

when it's thrown back in your face,

it makes you seem like a fool,

and your hope and trust misplaced.

Some people don't know when they're better off,

when a hand stretches out of the blue,

they sneer and just want to scoff,

then turn their back on you.

So why should I be a giver,

when all the world just takes,

the thought just makes me shiver,

at their obvious mistakes.


(Last poem just to say adiós)

I've submitted enough poetry now, I think I'll give somebody else a chance to delight the reader's, I may submit more who knows, depends if readers want to read it

If you had the time to lose,

An open mind and time to choose,

Would you care to take a look,

Or can you read me like a book.


Can I tempt you come with me,

Be devil-may-care fulfil your dream,

If I said I'd take you there,

Would you go would you be scared.


Like a wolf in sheep's clothing you try to hide your sins,

That you've done wrong with many things,

And I know where you belong,

But you hide your tears with a happy song.


Make you an offer you can't refuse,

You've only got your soul to lose,

So relax and let yourself go,

I'll take you where the four winds blow.


Like the eagle and the dove,

Fly so high on wings above,

When all you see can bring you sadness,

Above the tumultuous sea of madness.


Like a river we will flow,

On towards the salty sea we go,

Your intuition is the voice that's calling,

Still the breeze your heart is falling.


Out in the dark there burns a dream,

To find the unknown world you've never seen,

From the coast of gold across the seven seas,

I'm traveling far and wide but now it seems.


I'm just a stranger to myself,

And the things I do isn't me but someone else,

Out on the street someone's crying,

Alone in the night maybe someone's dying.


I've reached the point of no return,

Is there something I've missed and need to learn,

I feel myself falling back to earth,

Towards the sea and my rebirth.

your extremely kind thankyou

You win stuff, you lose stuff,

while quietly time goes by,

you feel smooth yet become rough,

you don't even know how to cry.



Layers of skin fall to the ground,

they shed like falling leaves,

memories are lost the future is found,

not understanding yet still believes.



Fresh faced skin no longer radient,

the sheen of youth changing hue,

bones become tired of the gradient,

and your vision sees nothing new.



Sometimes I can't hold back the tears,

liquid emotion runs down my cheek,

remembering all those lost years,

regrets and the secrets i keep.



Afterall, we're just a thought,

planted in our minds eye,

everything seems to come from naught,

forgotten shadows as we walk by.



When your alone on a country lane,

it seems to twist right out of view,

familliar footprints not the same,

retracing steps you thought you knew.



With clouds of grey we become so numb,

to all around that we percieve,

highlighted by the rising sun,

out of the shadows do we believe.



We tend to just run on in the mist,

each step a journey into the unknown,

laugh at the secret kisses we missed,

with our eyes closed standing alone.



Transient, flowing, like a river,

pitfalls trip intended to snag,

shocks and surprises make us shiver,

while chains of regret we slowly drag.