“Learn to light a candle in the darkest moments of someone’s life. Be the light that helps others see; it is what gives life its deepest significance.” – Roy T. Bennet

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The Cloud That Beat The Sun

yes i figure that instead of looking cold

you could put a smile there

and the way i see it my my mind

it would be the best of all

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or go ahead believing in the story

of the cloud that beat the sun

but you’ll get tired of saying “never”

and you’ll let a “maybe” fall

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soon you’ll see as well as i

that the air is really warm

and you’ll be staring in the faces

that have come to cheer you on

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or go ahead believing in the story

of the cloud that beat the sun

and just forget about the colors

of the one that should’ve won

*

like a snail do you wish it on your back

you were carrying your home?

only to abandon every thought

at the slightest hint of snow?

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but go ahead believing in the story

of the cloud that beat the sun

you should know i’ll be behind you

when you find your time to run

© 2011 singinthebreeze.wordpress.com

The Paradox of our Times in History

Don’t think for a moment that I wrote this, because I didn’t, and I couldn’t. Some Reverend Moorehead did.

We have taller buildings, but shorter tempers;
wider freeways, but narrower viewpoints;
we spend more, but have less;
we buy more, but enjoy it less.

We have bigger houses and smaller families;
more conveniences, but less time;
we have more degrees, but less sense;
more knowledge, but less judgment;
more experts, but less solutions;
more medicine, but less health.

We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values.
We talk too much, love too seldom and hate too often.
We’ve learned how to make a living, but not a life;
we’ve added years to life, not life to years.

We’ve been all the way to the moon and back,
but have trouble crossing the street to meet our neighbor.
We’ve conquered outer space, but not inner space;
we’ve done larger things, but not better things;
we’ve split the atom, but not our prejudice.
We have higher incomes, but lower morale;
we’ve become long on quantity, but short on quality.

These are the times of tall me, and short character;
steep profits, and shallow relationships.
These are the times of world peace, but domestic violence;
more leisure, but less fun;
more kinds of food, but less nutrition.

These are the days of two incomes, but more divorce;
of fancier houses, but broken homes.
It is a time when there is so much in the showroom window
and nothing in the stockroom.

 

Gardens

Wilted flower, send me home

I’ve nobody to call my own

It’s just you and me

Looking for a home

I remember when our lives were good

We’d look around from where we stood

We liked the world, at a distance

So, where’d you go, my innocence?

My mind’s in darker places, now

I’m walking out of habit

And I don’t know where I go

I’m picking up a broken pot

Dying plants are what we are

Oh, you can be replanted

But where’s my garden, still?

Picture me, wandering through

Without a thought on what to do

I left my windowpane

And I’m too short to reach it

So where’d you go, my innocence?

My mind’s in darker places, now

I’m walking out of habit

And I don’t know where I go

There’s a road that leads to somewhere

A path that starts, but never ends

It’s waiting, waiting for me

I’ll take that road, that leads to somewhere

I’ll find myself, and when I get there

I’ll plant me and sleep

My mind’s in darker places, now

I’m walking out of habit

And I don’t know where I go

 

 

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