Fragments 2

Wasn't great today
But what is there to do,
Lay down ready to die?
Leave it like days do too.

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Playing up the sham,
You know it's such a shame;
They'll make your name shimmer,
But only when shown tame.

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Living through changes 
But we remain unchanged
In love, for the danger 
Lies in growing estranged.

I’m going to sleep

I'm going to sleep—
Every day takes this slope
While we're here. Look! the poles:
Even the stars list hope.

What does a dream hold?
Often therein dread looms,
And what we feel hard melds
With soft inside lead rooms.

What can a dream give?
A background where dooms verge
Upon something more vague
When thought and void merge.

What it takes to wake 
Up: no more than to walk
One step further, to work
For the space/time we talk.

Nose to the grindstone

Nose to the grindstone,
Aspiring to stand ground
With resilient, groaned strain
That grows into grand sound.

Commitment

In me he placed trust,
So I have to tread, plod,
And, if I must, play tricks
To make our truth applaud.

He chose to commit
To me and help collect
The fragments I cannot.
I must prove him correct.

Balance

All things are balance,
So all comes with billings.
Joy's price—sorrow—belongs,
But good comes, God willing.

One Single Person

One single person,
Though only a portion:
Infinitely precious,
Though fragile as porcelain.

Pace

Seeing in prices,
Like seeing in praises,
Disrupts the fine process
Of finding what pace is.

A Strong Word

A strong word forgives.
Weak words are just for guise.
A strong bearing forgoes
Convolution for guides.

Fragments

Ask stupid questions,
How can you request
A serious inquest 
For a jester's bequest?

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Prepare for losses,
Expectation lessens;
Then make actions listen
To life's painful lessons.

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Staring at demise 
Can tighten a dream's seams.
Resilience made demure,
Repentance hope redeems.

All we know’s falling

All we know's falling
Into troubled feeling,
Every minute filling
Conquest's dreams with kneeling.

When one feels alone,
Two depressions align:
One, the separate ailing;
Two, the need for a sign.

Belief is crucial
In the face of crushing
Monotony, cruising
Along with bleak rushing;

And if you believe
In the soul that belies
The sordid facts below,
You can let lives be lives.