A few poems and thoughts

Randomness at its best.........

How come there are times

How come there are times.
Happy, pleasant, prosperous;
Sad, unhappy, treacherous.

How come one changes,
to the cycles of life,
and a moment of trife.

How come we can't just stay,
happy, pleasant, prosperous
forever, simply free of fuss.

Organized Life

Have you ever stopped to wonder,
to take this thought and ponder.
How much life has changed,
how much life has made.

Everything has been organized,
into a constant schedule.
Anything random rarely happens,
anything new barely happens.

Schools are organized, and so is one's education.
Jobs are organized, and so is one's survival,
Security is organized and no more fears,
Everything is organized, everything dear.

Everyone is Special

Millions and Millions there are,
Some so complex some so far.
Some think the complex the better,
Others think the better the complex the lesser,
But it is my opinion shared with many others
That everyone is special in their own unique vessel.

I see such a sight

I see such a sight,
Better than a shining star,
In all its might,
Fighting the tide,
Pronouncing the light,
And when at its full height,
In the moonlight night,
I see such a sight.

Conflict

Some write for themselves,
others for others opinions.

I wish to write for myself,
and always have wanted to.

But so is my mind,
that conflicts with my heart,
that it usually wins,
the greater card.

Even though I don't want it to,
I can't stop it,
and here I am again repeating this,
as you are there reading this.

Inability to Change

There comes a time
When you know it, yet you ignore it.
There comes a time,
When you just can't change.
When you think of it as a crime,
To change your old ways,
There comes a time,
When you know what you have to do...

Yet you don't.

Nature at its best

Flowers are beautiful aren’t they?
It's nature’s art and its way
So are the heavens and the blue skies
Which makes one think as it cries

As the sun sets and as it rises
Those and old vague surprises
Soon become very dull and dreary,
As one does them half-merry

The earth and waters are so fiery,
To even propose a new theory,
How they blend and shine altogether,
Like a gray-white trivial feather.

While water with its calm blueness,
Recites calm thoughts? Would be my guess.

Renown water is for its disguises
The oceans, lakes and of other sizes.

Beautiful earth is, with its art,
Displayed naturally without part
By man, society, or others
Blindly blending with its brothers.

Not to forget the shade as the sun dies,
True beauty reflected in those two-eyes

Can one compare to a ball such as that?
Bright, fiery; beautifully fat
With the range from golden crimson,
Blue to red, such tones of the sun.

Flowers are beautiful aren’t they?
It truly is nature’s art; its way

So why not enjoy such nature,
Wildlife, earth, sun, air and water,
Flowers, forests; nature at its best

This is all; I will save the rest,
Good enough reason, for me it is,
To live life and value nature.

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