Deep-ending...

Story by Jiblits on SoFurry

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Deep-ending...

Sifting through yesterday, I find a bill I have to pay

One for tomorrow to not be such a surprise

One I'd like to pay before my inevitable demise

Such an amount that one may simply look the other way

One of which, comes in handy on a not-so-rainy day

Sound mind a miracle among amounts high in the sky

Hope a hazard of good health, we search for a refill when we're short on our supply

Seconds beckon us toward the next smile to be shown

Till the stones say last words, below as above, we hope our family tree has grown

Guided by the reasons many find in "why"

We see what eyes refuse to bare

We become the reasons of written stories on how we care

Samples of seasons give way to dreams beyond imagination

Among the moments we lose ourselves, we find the purest of creation

Salute to the blind who need no meaning beyond a touch

We find in simple freedoms, infinity, solace in what's left from so much

Delaying the playing to a future of forgetting such fun

We let the youth go about, happily chasing the sun

Sing the song from before you were born

Helping who remains, deal with memories torn

Shackles slide from those held by opinions grown in half-hearted hollow beings

We teach these lessons to be reminders of our better sides, among other things...

Till after becomes before

I knock quietly among the fallen door, happy to wait evermore...

---Thanks for reading---

---Always---

(Written to: "Passenger - Home")

Pick-sure...

Pick-sure... Often times I make rhymes For depictions of fictions they never were Sometimes I intertwine reality so much, my own life becomes a blur Memories become more than needed My intent & imagination seem depleted Time & space...

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Bar-barian...

Bar-barian... Velvet screens cover my eyes from disbelief I make my way to the next bar, stealing smiles like a thief To the pub, I drag my problem to the curb In the cold, away from warm conversation, they sit unable to disturb Weights...

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Refract-urged...

Refract-urged... The room closing in Composure broken, my shadowed imagination is about to begin... Ceiling fan spinning hurricanes my way I close my eyes & see the uncertainty come out to play Ants marching across town I feel each motion...

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