Poetry

Death Bed
Deadly and unavoidably
Extensive as well
As innocuously
Tiresome, but sometimes unexplainably
Hard to accept
Besides, who needs
Everybody gathering around with the smell of
Death a lingering in the room
 
Fantasies
Fantasies are not only dreams,
Fantasies are a way for escape
Once you start to think
 
Anything imaginary,
Can be considered a
Fantasy
 
That’s when anything
You come up with
Is worth it!
 
Freedom
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Flowers are sweet,
And so are you
As high as the sky,
The blue bird flies,
Lovely as can be,
As low as the sea,
The flowing currents
Sur with the most
Amazing of gleeful creatures
The beauty of the horizon,
Captured on film, or seen through a window,
Cannot ever be truly captured,
For the horizon is meant to stay free
 
Life As We Know It
 
As one day ends,
Another day begins
If it is what you beckon,
It really depends
 
As one year ends,
Another year begins
And comes along, begging
For the world not to be at an end
 
Like the dragon eating his own tail,
As one trail* ends,
Another trail begins,
Repeating itself until
There is no new beginning
*a trail of life, tribulations, problems, etc.
 
The Four Seasons
 
Springtime, naturally
Is a long time for each year
For being the first season
 
Summertime has love,
Greatness, subtleness, yet full
Of life, love, and strength
 
The fall season, serene
Always kind, gentle, sweet, and
Caring all at the same time
 
Wintertime, strange, but
In its skies are stars
Hanging all around the dancing snow flakes