Some things work by design,
Others just work on their own,
Some will turn out fine,
While others make us groan.
Some things make us wary,
Unsure of what comes next,
Old friends rarely vary,
That's why they're the best.
Divergent paths we follow,
Then find common ground,
The threads …
Rush 2112 album cover.
We all watch the world evolving from one where individuality and self-reliance was highly valued to one where social saturation and centralized everything is the norm. If knowledge is power (it is), then more and more power is concentrated …
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Time's a cruel-hearted bastard.
Nature's a cold-hearted bitch.
Both will surely wear me down,
and scoff at my last twitch.
From the day that I was born,
Until the day I die,
They push and prod and poke and pinch,
and dare me to defy.
Their hand is cold. So …
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Your world is not my world,
Is not his world, is not her world.
Our world is a mixed world,
Made of their world plus yours.
Eight Billion Worlds.
There are eight billion worlds,
Each one the same, with nothing in common,
Each knowing the other but not the same …
Everybody wants a daddy.
Everybody wants to call,
A hero when the lightning flashes,
To hold us when we're small.
Everybody wants a daddy.
Protector. There in time of need.
Arms like trees, a loose, quick smile,
Arrow-straight in word and deed.
Where can I find him? Where do they …
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This love is a slow love,
This love don’t move too fast,
This love was in the first place,
This love will be the last.
This love can bring me to my knees,
This love can give me wings.
And carry me to heaven high,
Or bind me with …
With all that is within me,
I will choose serenity,
accepting the things I cannot change,
standing courageous to change the things I can,
and seeking wisdom to know the difference.
Living one day at a time,
enjoying one moment at a time;
accepting hard work as a path to …
In the beginning was the word,
Dawning mouth to ear.
The word begat motion,
Became action, became consequence,
Became eternal.
The word made friend of stranger,
Carried power, grace and death.
Made weak men strong, strong men servants,
Masses slaves.
The word ignited, spreading,
Consuming speaker,
Engulfing parent, partner, prodigy …
I am.
What more is there to say?
I wake to find the dawning,
Another Earth-bound day.
Another quest which lay,
Before my feeble feet.
Another hour of effort,
Exchanged for bread and meat.
I am.
Alone it should suffice.
To breathe, to laugh, to struggle,
Between the fire and …
Died a drunken loser,
That's what the papers said.
It was all they needed for,
The vacuum in their heads.
Never mind his torment,
Leave go his private pain,
Years of wretched discontent,
The dis-enabling strain.
So easy to ignore,
The strength with which he'd pull,
To live his life …
The sun melts 'neath the western line,
my body hushed at rest.
These days, these joys, these loves of mine;
my treasures of the quest.
(c) Copyright 2010, Greg Sanders
This is my highway.
It stretches true and straight
as far as the eye can see
from mountain to mountain,
without hint of ambiguity
or duplicitous intent.
This is my road.
It waits, neither friend nor foe,
impassionate, trustworthy, honest.
And when upon it I step with the load I …
Seven bells wail their plaintiff song,
One for childhood,
Two for love,
Three for waits too long.
Four more times the cold air rings,
Four for youth,
Five for lust,
Six for shiny things.
Last the crystal sound is heard,
Seven . . . seven . . . seven,
Seven for the stifled word.
(c) Copyright …
I watch a new piece of wood on my fire.
It slowly warms up to its surroundings,
and,
when ready,
bursts into flame,
adding its energy to the
cumulative heat of the community.
Brightly it burns,
eager to express,
to produce,
to participate.
It gives all that it is
in …
It is in my heart to cry,
But barren is my eye,
A smoldering fist in my chest,
Snatches the tear,
That would fall silently by.
It is in my soul to scream,
More questions than answers seem,
Obsidian steam builds in my chest,
And slashes my resolve to dream …
What started out as many,
By fate became as one,
A single surface scoured,
And rudely etched upon,
By wind, by water, sun and time,
The face does slowly change,
The core, however, holds its own,
Its substance will remain.
Though besieged by all the force,
That life can bring …
When day alone is not enough,
To illuminate my soul,
When I eat life dry and tough,
And force to swallow whole,
When the wind of circumstance
Blows cold against my skin,
It is then, only then I truly know,
How blessed I am
To hold your hand.
When it …
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read moreSome are like the towering oak,
impervious to the storm.
Some are like the grass that patiently
crumbles great mountains beneath its roots.
Some are like the apple or plum,
yielding up their fragrant fruit.
But I am like the sunflower,
easily bending, long and spindly,
face following the sun …