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Lay down, sweet death, lay down.
Put away your decaying cowl
Set aside your rusted scythe
Pull away the whole world’s sight
of seeing you run each day
Taking souls along their way
Take some time, no need to rush,
But a vacation is a must
Let it be for just one day
That not a person passes away
And though we know you must return
Let that be when the world must burn
So lay down, sweet death
And let us all have one day of rest.
Love, a wonderful battlefield.
Worrying, wondering and wandering
Lost, in love and gone
Unsure, always under stress
Always waiting for an unsure end
Lost, in love
With someone who you can never tell
With a life that could be gone in instants
A wanderer walks this battlefield
Watching for the next attack, the next fight
Eventually, one day,
The battle will be over
Who won, who lost?
Neither, for we all die, lost in love.
Cold sweat, fever
Fear of what is foretold
A land of dreams,
Blues beyond the soul
Boxed up, drafted,
Re-routed until posted
Of where to go.
Darkened by the unknown
Conquer fear and fright
Is post 101.
Hurray. After three days of battling the 100th post blues, I finally decided to post it. This marks a new milestone so soon after my previous one (100 followers) as my 100th Post here on wordpress. Yay, milestones.
Have a great day
Stop and go
Find a home
Particularly for writing
Taking all time
I just want to slow down
I just want to write
And take more time to do what I want
(C) Richard Piland, 2016
Lost is the time
That once was so wonderful
Gone with the wind
I once was scared, now
Holding on to the fear of
Living without you.
A single feather falls
Black as night without a star
Fine, supple bristles
With little sign of wear
The feather comes down
Slowly, without effect from wind
Falling from somewhere high above
Purposeless now, without its friends
Simply falling for the sake of falling
But upon landing, it is gripped.
Given new purpose from a face of wonder
A body of youth
A child’s simple smile
Holding this beautiful feather
With the wonders of the world held within.
Like a spanish love song,
You walked into my life like a slow melody
And passed me by like a crack in the record.
Then you turned my way as I softly sipped away
And I barely caught your shifting smile behind my glass.
A smile turned into courage,
A dance on the floor, then two.
And as the last notes played,
Like the fading into night,
We disappeared into the depths,
Of yet another love song
One we wrote ourselves
With our dances the beat,
And our kisses the melody.