Category Laughter
To the Future
Everywhere I go and look, I see lip-service to the future. Thinking we’ve had what it took; For such ignorance, there’s no cure. There’s no future, only now. Although this now what informs us. Now eternally changing; you know how. And if you don’t, just don’t get hit by a bus. ~~~~ Peace is Purpose, […]
Will Always Be
~~~~ Does your life feel like a Mobius strip, An infinitely endless high wire? Never getting anywhere, still you trip. Or like a spiral, going lower, climbing higher? Perhaps, the spiral of a hypnotist’s disc? Do you fall off one watching the other? Lost in tawdry mystery, unwilling to risk Diving into the deep end, […]
If Never I Would Leave You
This should be sung to the tune of If Ever I Would Leave You, from Camelot. Should be featured in the new musical, Scamelot. If ever I got impeached, It would crash the market. Really crash the market, As only I know. My hair streaked with sunlight, While flips said my name, My face full […]
Can I?
When I was young, I was wise; It’s all leaked out of my head. School poked the hole, I surmise. Can I put it back in, ere I’m dead? ~~~~~ Peace is Purpose, Nonviolence is Strength, Diversity is Unity, Empathy is Empowerment ~~~~~ See more of my creative offerings and opinions Brent Harris Fine Art […]
Give it a Go
Starting late and you’ll be late. Starting on time, no guarantee. You have chosen to participate; Relax. It will be what it will be. ~~~ Peace is Purpose, Nonviolence is Strength, Diversity is Unity, Empathy is Empowerment ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ See more of my creative offerings and opinions at: Philip Brent Digital Art Philip Brent Digital Art and […]
Left Handed Compliment
On a trip to the dentist, oh what fun. Needle jabs make your mouth numb. Sharp tools prod, the pleasures none. But not to go would surely be dumb. Sit in a chair, be stood on your head. Get up, a moment, ere you can walk. One side of your face feels like lead, For […]
Be a Child
Oh, to be a child again, Not knowing very much. Using magic, no word or pen; Most adults can no longer touch Poets, dreamers, no citation, The mad and sacred artists know; Close their eyes and touch creation. Childlike, they are able to alter the flow.
Begin Again
I have seen the future and I have even lived within it. Difficult, you understand, It’s now when you begin it.
Could Be
Wishing can work just like magic, Depending on your focus and intent. Careful, it could end up being tragic, Wonder how you got where you went. I’d love to hear what you think. I get very few replies, but I’ve never understood why.
Beggar or Bard?
It cannot make any real difference Which way you might go, if you go Forward and don’t sit on the fence. On a fence, watch life, never know What might have been, no suspense. Sitting thus you’ll never ever move In any particular direction toward Any disaster or triumph to behoove Choice: boss, worker, beggar, […]
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