things that are yearned for .. .

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There comes in time; the moment
  when you lose ability to be artful
you settle for the easy life
  lose agility to duck and dive
lose the jump and jive: your mojo
  the stealthy creature that is time
it’s been creeping on for years
  plays on doubts and fears
about your self; your thought life
  yonder marzipan moon, the
jaundiced eye; drawbridge down
  memory moat mostly empty
lost days of sexy love and plenty
  the only way is looking down
an abyss of your choosing; confusion
  so you choose another hobby
petition one more lobby
  to restore what you have lost
yet you have lost nothing
  but pride in your appearance
skill in dangerous living
  walk on, look up to the sky
you are pathetic looking at the floor
  wash your face, comb your hair
make yourself a double dare
  live for the day not yesteryear
shake off dull, grey lethargy
  start up project that is you

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©edenbraytoday05.12.2024

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. .. did the world know it needed one more desiderata?
. .. read Bukowski on hope and you will understand Bukowski .. .
“Some people never go crazy. What truly horrible lives they must lead.”
― Charles Bukowski

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