“Character is like a tree and reputation like its shadow. The shadow is what we think of it; the tree is the real thing.”
~Abraham Lincoln~
None compares to the fireworks that night,
None to this life that would steal that sight,
The sight of the reflection on our eyes,
My heart still beats hard for this prize…
Brush thy skin against mine,
Let my fingers twirl that hair so fine,
Take these hands, clench them dearly,
Feel it? ‘Tis my blood that boils for this beauty…
Unwordable; this emotion of the hearts,
Not love; that word compares to nothing of this,
‘Tis to be told by the touch of our lips,
‘Tis to be told by the moment we had on that street.
I’ve walked, I’ve strayed,
I’ve reached these rusty gates,
I open, I enter,
Into a room of bewildering weather,
It’s the same, it’s old,
Recognisable to this battered soul,
I weep, I tear,
I face all that I fear,
It’s said, it’s done,
I’ve had my bits of fun,
As these eyes yearn for morrow,
Ready, shall I be to swallow.
97 days of misery but 3 days of happiness is anytime better than 100 days of misery.
~ Justin Moori ~
Sorrow like a ceaseless rain
Beats upon my heart.
People twist and scream in pain,
Dawn will find them still again;
This has neither wax nor wane,
Neither stop nor start.
People dress and go to town;
I sit in my chair.
All my thoughts are slow and brown:
Standing up or sitting down
Little matters, or what gown
Or what shoes I wear.
Know this, my comrades,
This brotherhood that we have,
‘Tis in my blood, in my heart,
The good and bad times all together,
I shall remember…
I will stand by each one of you…
I will guard your backs…
To the tattoos, to the hangovers,
To many of life’s leftovers,
Let’s give it all 3 cheers,
1 for yesterday,
1 for today,
and one for tomorrow.
Marriage, divorces…
Hate, love…
Doves, vultures…
Fear, courage…
Rise, fall…
Birthdays, funerals.
Ain’t life something…
Answers are great but what creates them is even greater; questions!
~Justin Moori~
