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mindripper
Guest
There is a place I know
Where the pure waters boil and roil
In them the seed of freedom is sown
Serene sanity amongst the turmoil
So blend the crests and shadows there
That all seems so pendulously fair
--
Immerse there, be washed in your fears
Reminder of a life in arrear
Desperation and dream are one and the same
It is up to choice, which one to exclaim
--
Therein is the story of Water
Eloquent speech and sullied slur
A blending of the ugly truth
And beautified subterfuge
Fools want to live tomorrow, so they say
Alas, even today is a day too late
The wise have always lived yesterday
Choice is often the difference in fate
--
Fate is not so much a destination
But more the paths we take
Doubt itself needs no discrimination
Nor the paths we forsake
--
Choice is a stone that litters our path
Birthed of doubt, steeped in graft
There is naught a choice made faithfully true
But more of a choice making you
Speak of indecision to a lowly moose
For how can you choose not to choose?
--
If the world is a broad field of battle
In the bivouac of life
Would we choose to be driven cattle
Or heroes in the strife?
--
If the world seemed dark and grey
Would we then lose our way?
Without Winter’s harsh, icy sheen
Spring would seem a duller shade of green
Without time in the darkest valleys
Where despair from hearts often sallies
Would times at the top seem so pristine
Where hope never bubbles but always springs?
Where clarity lends to life’s reverie
Where reverie is seen in all life's clarity?
--
Would we choose to live in slumber
A life of bland figures and numbers
Or live life as best we can
The brightest flash in Eternity’s pan?
--
Would we choose to ride quietly into the night
Out of mind, and out of sight
Or choose to be our lives’ own light
Banishing the night, reaching the heights?
Lives of great men before us remind
That we can make our lives sublime
Death and despair we thus rescind
Elevate above the daily grind
Leave footprints on the sands of time
--
Footprints, a bastion of light
Hope amongst tethered blight
Lending strength to another
Who in sailing over life’s solemn main
Sees life in a grey deadened grain
A poor, lost and shipwrecked brother
Who on seeing is whole and takes heart again
Who was once lost, but found again
--
In between death and life’s pain
All to lose and none to gain
Truly how would we choose
Where life’s knots are never loose
Where one cannot struggle, only drown
Where Faith turns with a hinted frown
--
Do we give up, walk through the door
Or do we choose a last frenzied roar
Horror in the heart, fear on the lip
A defiant roar our Freudian Slip
In death and pain we choose to live
To walk through fear’s ogive
--
No matter what may chance this way
Whatever may hold highest sway
Despair may hold greatest weight
But our choice it cannot obviate
In darkness and sorrow choose to live
A soul in light is never in grief
Take heart from brothers akin
Draw comfort from the soul within
--
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
Nothing is forever, nothing lasts
Forests wither, cities crumble
Rocks weather, oases sunder
Choices made under the ether
Last for now and forever
Once made can never be retrieved
Though the eyes may cry and soul beseech
Choose well, live and let live
Cross every bridge, mend every rift
--
Between cup and lip there is much betwixt
Rarely ends a tale with nary a twist
We are always what we choose to be
While others choose the way they see
Always choose to set yourself free
To become what you wanted to be
Many potholes lie in between
Never ask why it only could have been
--
Life is short and Time is fleeting
Our hearts will not forever be beating
Trust no future, however pleasant
Choose to act, and within the present
--
So various is the human mind
Such are the frailties of mankind
Never trust blindly in tomorrow
Today’s whim is the morrow’s sorrow
Regrets are wishes viewed clearer
Captured in yesterday’s mirror
--
Tomorrow will never die
But he who on his laurels lies
A dream he thus mistook
A choice he thus forsook
To his failure a wailing hymn
A dirge of sorrow within
A simple failure to choose
A play of Lament’s didgeridoo
In threnody a mournful keen
Tears unnumbered, dolor unseen
A death, a requiem for a dream
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Where the pure waters boil and roil
In them the seed of freedom is sown
Serene sanity amongst the turmoil
So blend the crests and shadows there
That all seems so pendulously fair
--
Immerse there, be washed in your fears
Reminder of a life in arrear
Desperation and dream are one and the same
It is up to choice, which one to exclaim
--
Therein is the story of Water
Eloquent speech and sullied slur
A blending of the ugly truth
And beautified subterfuge
Fools want to live tomorrow, so they say
Alas, even today is a day too late
The wise have always lived yesterday
Choice is often the difference in fate
--
Fate is not so much a destination
But more the paths we take
Doubt itself needs no discrimination
Nor the paths we forsake
--
Choice is a stone that litters our path
Birthed of doubt, steeped in graft
There is naught a choice made faithfully true
But more of a choice making you
Speak of indecision to a lowly moose
For how can you choose not to choose?
--
If the world is a broad field of battle
In the bivouac of life
Would we choose to be driven cattle
Or heroes in the strife?
--
If the world seemed dark and grey
Would we then lose our way?
Without Winter’s harsh, icy sheen
Spring would seem a duller shade of green
Without time in the darkest valleys
Where despair from hearts often sallies
Would times at the top seem so pristine
Where hope never bubbles but always springs?
Where clarity lends to life’s reverie
Where reverie is seen in all life's clarity?
--
Would we choose to live in slumber
A life of bland figures and numbers
Or live life as best we can
The brightest flash in Eternity’s pan?
--
Would we choose to ride quietly into the night
Out of mind, and out of sight
Or choose to be our lives’ own light
Banishing the night, reaching the heights?
Lives of great men before us remind
That we can make our lives sublime
Death and despair we thus rescind
Elevate above the daily grind
Leave footprints on the sands of time
--
Footprints, a bastion of light
Hope amongst tethered blight
Lending strength to another
Who in sailing over life’s solemn main
Sees life in a grey deadened grain
A poor, lost and shipwrecked brother
Who on seeing is whole and takes heart again
Who was once lost, but found again
--
In between death and life’s pain
All to lose and none to gain
Truly how would we choose
Where life’s knots are never loose
Where one cannot struggle, only drown
Where Faith turns with a hinted frown
--
Do we give up, walk through the door
Or do we choose a last frenzied roar
Horror in the heart, fear on the lip
A defiant roar our Freudian Slip
In death and pain we choose to live
To walk through fear’s ogive
--
No matter what may chance this way
Whatever may hold highest sway
Despair may hold greatest weight
But our choice it cannot obviate
In darkness and sorrow choose to live
A soul in light is never in grief
Take heart from brothers akin
Draw comfort from the soul within
--
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
Nothing is forever, nothing lasts
Forests wither, cities crumble
Rocks weather, oases sunder
Choices made under the ether
Last for now and forever
Once made can never be retrieved
Though the eyes may cry and soul beseech
Choose well, live and let live
Cross every bridge, mend every rift
--
Between cup and lip there is much betwixt
Rarely ends a tale with nary a twist
We are always what we choose to be
While others choose the way they see
Always choose to set yourself free
To become what you wanted to be
Many potholes lie in between
Never ask why it only could have been
--
Life is short and Time is fleeting
Our hearts will not forever be beating
Trust no future, however pleasant
Choose to act, and within the present
--
So various is the human mind
Such are the frailties of mankind
Never trust blindly in tomorrow
Today’s whim is the morrow’s sorrow
Regrets are wishes viewed clearer
Captured in yesterday’s mirror
--
Tomorrow will never die
But he who on his laurels lies
A dream he thus mistook
A choice he thus forsook
To his failure a wailing hymn
A dirge of sorrow within
A simple failure to choose
A play of Lament’s didgeridoo
In threnody a mournful keen
Tears unnumbered, dolor unseen
A death, a requiem for a dream
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