The in Between

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The in Between

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I wish not to return-

To begin at a page many chapters behind

folded places to mark all the impressionable parts

(not too many I am afraid)

But sometimes in the story with a breaking of hearts

I left stains on the paper from my depleted tears,

underlined with red ink I may find

all the reasons to explain my deep fears

and go back on the story to connect I may try

all the dots from the long tedious chapters

the in between understanding the reasons

why a story begins with a cry

as it ends with the changing of seasons-

H.O


“And in the fall, the cold would wither that which was known, scattering new seed. In the spring, that which had been sleeping awoke and a new season of beauty began. For Life seeks life and builds a bridge across the darkest valley.”

― David Paul Kirkpatrick, The Address Of Happiness

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Forever

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Forever

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In young death we live forever-

Time stripping dreams from aging flesh never

as never footprints to fade on paper roads

we traveled,

while life slowly unraveled

into a short lived story condemned

to an existence of words we penned.

And age turn emotions into regrets

when love carelessly forgets

to stop by and stay.

So we die young to keep sins at bay

hidden in rhymes written in haste,

for years past youth become waste

if dead poets live forever-

H.O

Dancing in the Rain

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Dancing in the Rain

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What awaits such delights choosing well

among choices we have to dispel,

choosing life for what it is, not what could,

deep inside must we learn it is good

and enjoy every taste, every smell-

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Bucket lists won’t exist if we are done

as we erase or we take, then add some

until hearts learn to beat every morning

and not wasting a gift with conforming

with a little of something or just none.

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So I say let’s forget all the misery and pain

and choose life as the goal to attain,

why must wait for the storm just to pass

when we can all the happiness have

if we learn how to dance in the rain.

H.O

Seeker

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Seeker

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Time frozen, a knock on my door,

a stranger weary and weak,

asking, “have you ever seen a life

like the one I had before? Way before

my need to search, my need to have,

back then my life unique”

-he softly said showing the path,

“with pain and anguish on this path I strived”

-repeated twice and looked away.

“I know, I know for scars I wear”

I quickly added, “it’s so unfair”

The stranger paused “I’ll find my way”

-he sadly said “and search some more”.

H.O