Change in location, major change in life
The outcome of agumented, mental strife
A change brewed with passage of time
And ceaseless conflict with a conflicted mind
Proponents to living in the Now
Don’t often express the guide to How
Leaving to chance just to know When
A life-changing move is easiest to defend
Reflecting upon life’s traveled course
Can be a misleading, information source
The answer may lie with nature of the Snake
Shedding old skin: simply a living trait
Morning Sun rises to horizon’s shining glory
Golden rays energy to imbue the day’s story
Full essence of nature composes the coming day
Life for love’s fulfillment makes its ubiquitous play
Earthly bounty given for all to imbibe, to enjoy
Cornucopia of texture, color and sounds to employ
Calming tranquility of crystal-water brooks
Source to feed human senses beyond that spoken in books
Easily is lost awareness to what nature freely brings
Lush flora, fauna, animal cries that sing
Faith given to coldness of technology, running away from the rest
Modern-man has grown to ignore Earth’s largess.
Responding to the challenge to write on any topic, using exactly 100 words without using the same word inclusive of articles, excluding the title of the piece, twice:
This symbol of life lived bequeathed for safekeeping into the future. Its workings represent passing seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, years endured until energies expended denote an end charted long before birth. Tarnished gold casing, cracked crystal measure toil, hardship and pain suffered through life’s enduring past brought forward in rewarding peace.
Grave markers symbolize forever what shall be given to lives remaining as memory’s keeper endowed by material possessions gained, accumulate, box stored, preserved, weathered age’s signs showing.
Cemetery gates’ embrace quells past turbulence beneath soil demarcating Souls’ light risen, body’s deep sleep.
Prospecting the future
With hindsight gaze
Perplexed by the outcome
Of unknown days
Wealth to the measure
Surprised by the scheme
Replenishing the treasure
With yet realized dreams
Love is the passion to the cause
Uncertain to the reason
Defying rational(e) laws
Of day-dreaming dream’n
You were once the source of my dreams
The one for whom my love screamed
That short romantic time we did share
When together, nothing else seemed to care
A forgotten picture of you while asleep
Painful reminder to love that ran deep
Renewed thoughts of what you meant to me
That until now was becoming a fading memory
Putting away that faded photograph
I’m not sure whether to cry or laugh
It’s not likely we will ever again meet
Unless by chance, on fortune’s street
It’s not a surprising inevitability the blogosphere is increasingly being utilized as a platform for ‘get rich quick’ schemes to proliferate but, the question that need be asked: Does the motivation to attract ‘followers’ stem from the desire to present quality, original material or, simply to add to a list of others amongst whom, are those willing to participate in a pyramid scheme to make fast money?
The basic formula to these schemes is to create a blog site that will convince others; by creating a blog site to attract others to join for a modest fee, subsequently shared up the pyramid-shaped totem of affiliates. Given the countless numbers the Internet can reach daily, each new fresh set of eyes presents a real opportunity to make significant dollar amounts by convincing a fraction of them to join the scheme.
No one can fault anyone for desiring to make fast, easy wealth by doing something they are already doing but, as with any pyramid scheme, the greater wealth goes to those above at the expense of those below and secondly, the blogosphere becomes inundated and consumed by meaningless tripe and ultimately diminishes the potential and experience of the tool.
Oh, by the way, since you read to this point can I interest you in……
this day denotes the chance to fool
to cause suffering by mental duel
some think it unnecessarily cruel
well others laugh as they drool
from whence this act did un-spool
a date in history not taught in school
but ideal place to play out it’s rule
be warned before you end it being the mule
the only living desire
is, by words, to inspire
for this, I am no liar
for never, do I tire
to light the mental fire
to conjure before I retire
images to take my reader higher
in order we may mutually conspire
to share, as moments transpire
the winds of change,
by wit, some lay claim,
bring for some, providence to fame
to others, a wrath to disdain
regardless, it does remain,
the human spirit can sustain
challenge; by the winds of change.
Viewing old pictures of my brother next to me
He appears the more masculine in nature
The difference is not hard to see
This quirk of genetic unfolding
A hidden clue for differences to our journey path
He the wiser chosen; accomplishments all showing
I the sufferer, to all life’s potential wrath
This is not a sobbing tale of sibling rivalry
Nor a sorrowful cry of `oh wow-is-me’
But a case for simple human discovery
Of genetic unfolding of one’s life to be
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