Today’s the Day

Assuming today’s to be the last,
yesterdays are only the past.
Tomorrow’s come to fast.
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Accepting every day’s the same,
nights pass, the day’s to blame.
Tomorrows come as yesterday came.
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Acknowledging all’s new,
yet lacking yesterday’s clue
Tomorrow’s risen oft black and blue.
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Anticipating each day’s the first,
yesterday’s filled quenching thirsts.
Tomorrows pass endlessly submersed.
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Assuring each day’s bright,
yesterday’s end with good night.
Tomorrow simply see the light.

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Pointlessnessness

There’s a change in the air,
its felt everywhere.
Will it be warmth or an icy blow?
Outside’s to venture to ever know.
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The future nears,
with future fears.
The past’s a guide,
or where to hide.
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Scrambled thoughts shaped in rhyme,
shadows mask the light of time.
Moments killed, perspective’s born,
clearly focused or forever torn.
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Doors lock, window’s seen,
vistas vary with a lean.
Steps taken never still,
ups and downs, want and will.
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At a point all paths meet,
minds move not feet.
Hearts feel, hands express,
lips promise; life’s a guess.

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Morning Triku #164 ~ Fine Lines

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Perspective’s the Point

Renaissance people
love and share to forever grow,
rebirth’s far too slow.

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Ills to Frills

Hate kills and love thrills.
Words will chill with fiery quills.
Never still pays bills.

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YOU’RE FIRED!

Hatred in the heart
cedes peace to heat in the head,
when one dies, two dead.

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