Target + Planning = +ve results
Target + Poor Planning = -ve Results
Target + No Planning = Frustration
No target + Planning = Day Dreaming
No target + No Planning = Life worth forgetting
Target + Planning = +ve results
Target + Poor Planning = -ve Results
Target + No Planning = Frustration
No target + Planning = Day Dreaming
No target + No Planning = Life worth forgetting
The coffee-made seduction
your velvet words enhance
imbues a “deeper knowing”
expands in naked dance –
lets dance, with hands in hand,
and create new illusions,
even if you are far in real,
even if “nil” is our conclusion.
Under the shade of the eucalyptus trees,
we will sing our combined steps on folk-danced floors,…..
We can sigh over all the old stories,
while we speak a new form of metaphors.
Metaphors need to compare,
whats there for illusion,
Imagination to string,
and one “love” to sing.
God grace, and parents smile
and some other worldly matters,
a hard to reach, traveled mile,
one heart won, one dream shattered.
So lets just dance, without compare,
and share your story, now and here.
Poets and archers alike, the love
played out on their strings,
pure enough to make gods
gracious. Where bewilderment
is great, illusion is no laughing matter,
on hard worn paths with harder
won battles. I’ll share you some
arrows from my here and now.
Let’s not forget the slings.
Stories only. No broken dreams.
I have seen the arch, they miss the aim,
Poets fall to dust, with their entire name
Illusions, I don’t laugh about, they fade
God is grace all around, in all its jade
I welcome your arrows & the stories brought
No poets will be born, if no dream were broke
Originally from
http://poetjena.wordpress.com/2012/09/07/poets-and-photographers/#comment-237
i am a poet, and i save the world every day..
i burn till dawn and i fight with dark…
thoughts are my bow and words are my arch