Post #14 - The Past

The Past can be like a battle scar
a sign of pain and lessons learned
left by the loss of what was yearned

The Past can be like a weight
slowing you down from taking leaps and bounds
to a future with answers as great as that sounds

to let the past leave you from within
to let the future continually flow in
yet I cling to past as if we could win

Post #13 - Context

In a world without context
we would exist
In a world without pretext
I would persist
I've loved love that was doomed by distance
I've loved love that was doomed by time
in a world without factual persistence
I might find a love I can call mine

Post #12 - Life

The goose runs and I follow
in a series of quests that best the worst of me

this advice rings hollow
the words reverb to preserve what I currently see

why do I work to fail
must I always succeed at falling through

strubborn the center of the tale
that has kept me distracted for years from you

whoever you are
I'll see you when I get there

Post #11: A Picture Alone

My Heart Aches for a Mirror Image
Done the days of this lonely visage
a heart can not pump alone
to lose pace in it's somber tone
as it tells it's tale of the blood rush
that two heart can make this love gush
this poor lonely hearts suture
is the result of a lonely picture

Post #10: Coffee

simple hot tasty
coffee with a friend tells tales
perfect mellow crazy
creamer makes my joe pale

in this moment of quiet contemplation with those eyes staring back
realizing these are the moments that soon we will both lack
we take a sip and continue to contemplate
look up and smile and accept this is fate

Post #9: Dream Goals

Dreams that are not manifested to goals
serve no good and take their toll
they mislead and impede from what can
and distract you from making any plan

a dream turned goal
can fix it all
clear path paved in sand
all you'll need is a hand

so to dream without goals is bad
to have goals without dreams is sad
so dream
have goals
succeed

Post #8: A Heart Travels

A heart Travels Unparallel
to the brain two stories to tell
to take experience and unite
and make a story so right
we recollect to form ourselves
my heat feels pain
my brain sense danger
of something to gain
from this feeling stranger
they acquaint
so quaint
the prodigal heart returns
broken from another risk
the brains said it learns
but the heart just yearns to break again