Riddle me this said the tailor riddle me that said the beast riddle me right or riddle me wrong riddle and weave with another song
It seems fitting to be real. I've done similar in times past, forgotten I've written something, then come across one and remember. It's crazy cool how things change, our mindsets, our realities, our quality or state of being. I've written so much dark stuff from times past, then I've written some pretty fun and warm and hopeful things as well. It gets cold sometimes, as if a frost is biting the entire hand, or arm and sometimes toe's. It'd be nice if a little warmth was applied. I enjoyed your muse.
Like this one, written in the early to mid 2000 era from current date (2019). Living Out Loud The bold don’t live forever, but the cautious never live at all. Try not to be in the latter, always too scared you’ll fall. Never look back on life with dismay in your eyes, and never let the lows override the slightest highs. The wars you must fight, fight them with pride, and never be something you feel you must hide. You gotta learn how to live because you can’t get it back. Experience each moment as if it’s fading to black. Live with great passion. Sometimes slow, sometimes fast, like there’s no tomorrow, because today never lasts. It will pass you by like a quick, fleeting breath. If you live without heart you’re just existing till death. To never live at all is the worst of all shame. Take this life by the horns and ride your best game. It’s another “Tree of life” and this advice I will give... Don’t stay stuck on the bench. Find some courage and live. Copyright © James P. Belt
All day I sit and wonder, - Is there more to life? Why there's so much adversity, all the trouble and the strife, I toil with dedication, hard graft,- I do not shirk Another day with not much dollar, another day of mundane work.
At one time I was the same I guess that's part of life get up, go to work then you come home to the wife and then the years went past no wife, no car and gas ... well, there's not much left in me for the future or from the past but then I think of all as if, as if all there ever was and if all there ever was - is still then it's still the same because No matter where I came from no matter where I end There's still today to enjoy or to live as mundane back then.
Cold I know it seems the words I write seem mean but if you only knew the cruelty that I've seen and if you had a dollar for every life I stole or from the ones I've saved then you could never know as in a thousand lifetimes as if each were your own life is what we offer all as it is life that we've sown and if we sow for life and if we sow for death then as above so below both exist in every breath
Everything appears empty and hallow No more dreams to follow The person i thought i was slowly fading Emptiness pervading Indifference in the mist of confusion Perhaps its all an illusion
Refusing to sell my life for minimum wage That's like trapping yourself in a cage Watching life slip by as you age How can one not go rampage I guess there are endless distractions to keep the mind engage Numbs the mind and keeps the herd on the same page For that become an escapist and live like a sage
Once Again In Love. Sleepily she looks at me With love lustrous eyes Skin damp and glistening Breasts rising and falling We have come together Once again in love.