Poem things, Rants and Thoughts

Do or Die


What do we do,

When we recognize our failures,

Sink into the un true,

And see all of our stale years?

People say to persevere,

Overcome the problems,

That’s all I ever hear,

Yet still find no way to stop them.

Bad habits and reputations,

Digging holes and feeling useless,

Can become a situation,

Even if you never choose it.

What do we do,

When we become what we shouldn’t,

Forget so much too,

And recognize what we couldn’t?

Do we pick ourselves back up,

Follow through with all our dreams,

What happens when things get tough,

And depression is bursting out your seams?

I don’t know about you,

I can only speak for I,

But when it’s pain that you’ve been through,

Life becomes do or die.


NV. – written on 8-11-18

Poem things, Rants and Thoughts

Reimagine


Drumming to the madness,

Ridicule my status,

Rip into my grip,

Then seek to greet my sadness.

Fleeting in the meeting,

Where no one else is seeking,

To find a little peace,

Or simplify some meaning.

Towards the end we will gain,

Figure out this new plane,

Try to reimagine,

And settle for absolutely no pain.

So now that we are clear,

Turn you your head and get near,

Open up your time,

And lend me some of your cheer.


NV. – written on May 12th, 2018 started @ 10:17 p.m. finished @ 10:34 p.m.

Sitting in my cabin thing, listening to classical music, have a little tune on. Was reading a bit of “The History of Madness” when some inspiration entered my existence for a moment. This is what transpired, hope you enjoy, as always. Take care now, hope all your daily things are going well and that happiness is fluttering near you always. – SF.

Ps. – The picture was taken by myself on IPhone X, just off to the north of Country Hwy 450 in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan, a bit north of M. 28. It was a few miles before the road splits with Fox River Rd. which happens to be a two-track, not a road my friends, this I had not know prior. Either way, my friend commented on the color of the ground cover, so we stopped, took our shoes off and walked a ways into the woods the experience the feel of such soft, pillow like vegetation beneath our feet. Reminded me of a project a lost friend of mine wished to compete one day, a moss garden, such a beautiful idea that I hope translates into reality someday for her. The moss was serene, reminded me of blissful memories and sudden a simplicities in that moment. We also stumbled upon a beautiful river sunken way down in a valley with the dense forests of Northern Michigan, just beyond the pictured moss covered Earth we were bestowed upon. It was a all natural area I would wish anyone to find themselves lost at, with no harmful intentions whatsoever. Thank you 🙂