A Sonnet for Reid
You're always there for me
Even when I'm a little pissed
Waiting just to see
What way te may assist
In my chores and dutiful tasks
As well as in the pleasing
Sojourns when she asks
For a ride, lightly teasing
With that careless innuendo
The trip's long and hard o nice and fast
Coming complete with diminuendo
As we slow and stop. Others race past.
What would I do without you, indeed,
Ready to take me anywhere, link?
An aside: this was written for the link in response to one of its prompts.
You're always there for me
Even when I'm a little pissed
Waiting just to see
What way te may assist
In my chores and dutiful tasks
As well as in the pleasing
Sojourns when she asks
For a ride, lightly teasing
With that careless innuendo
The trip's long and hard o nice and fast
Coming complete with diminuendo
As we slow and stop. Others race past.
What would I do without you, indeed,
Ready to take me anywhere, link?
An aside: this was written for the link in response to one of its prompts.
Time is just a thing.
te can't ever have to little.
te can always have enough.
But when te look at it,
our lives are just a piece.
A piece of what time has to give.
So why not live the fullest,
to what we can.
Why waste it wishing,
on something you'll never have.
Let time do its own thing,
so we can do ours.
te see time is mysterious.
It controls our lives.
And in one quick second,
our time may be up.
So take what you're given,
and give nothing back.
With time nothing is ever what it seems.
te can't ever have to little.
te can always have enough.
But when te look at it,
our lives are just a piece.
A piece of what time has to give.
So why not live the fullest,
to what we can.
Why waste it wishing,
on something you'll never have.
Let time do its own thing,
so we can do ours.
te see time is mysterious.
It controls our lives.
And in one quick second,
our time may be up.
So take what you're given,
and give nothing back.
With time nothing is ever what it seems.
Photograph by Ansel Adams
I'm just drifting, drifting down this road.
The dust kicking up behind me,
Just a nube, nuvola to hide my past.
My feet don't leave any footprints,
My name never graces those lips
That I'm watching from a distance,
A distance that grows greater
As I'm drifting, drifting down this road.
I'm not on the way to anything great,
I'm just hiding, hiding down in the dark.
The shadows closing in around me,
Just a blanket to smother my past.
My eyes can't see in the gloom,
My voice never breaks the silence
That I keep deep in my heart,
A cuore that grows blacker
As I'm drifting, drifting in the dark.
