T-kun Unusual Wordsmith III

It was on a nightly even. Distance tones of a tuneless music played across the road. There a man sat in darkness, nothing but the moon as a candle for this cold Nox. Right away I know who it is and the noises are not new to me. Watching the bony thin man in tatter clothes doing what he thought was normal in his deep hollow eyes. Not knowing as he stared out in the land in front of him, that his love ones just worry of him. All without his knowing. The winds pick up once more. Forcing me inside and leaving a person I once called a friend and brother out in the winter’s cold, deadly hands. His tuneless notes fine their way into my home. Giving it life for the time being. Dark clouds start to cover the pale-milk moon, leaving the crazt man in the dark but the singing never dies. He keeps going up til the morning sun as rose. The day is at peace as the night before lay still in a tuneless, wordless, heartfelt song. And forever where that song of a man who was well love, may never that cold nightly sitouts.

Pain always comes first unrehearsed to open ears

Where the world is non

Change is needed now

Rumors are said that it will

Not sure how it can happen

Winds are picking up

Seasons are changing aghast

A sign to move on

Better to leave it

Dwelling won’t change anything now

Best to move on fast

Smiling is better

Pain will always be here yes

But we choice forward

Just Do It!

A new day.
A new tomorrow.
Start out fresh.
Don’t matter how you do it.
Just start out fresh like as a clear shave or trim of hair.
Hold out a smile and give it to someone dear.
They give same as well.
Let dark days slide away and not give a damn tomorrow.
It’s how you start it and leave it with a bang!
Don’t think you can’t.
Only losers do.
No one else should.
Light up like fireworks and aim high.
Don’t be a dud.
Show off what you can give.
Ain’t no one here or there or anywhere that can tell you other wise.
Its your day.
Live…
Life…
To…
The…
Fullest!
Why are you still here?
Get lost and start the day.
You can’t while on the ground.
No…
Moping on my watch!
Just do it.
Damn it!
Do it!

Every drop of rain is a feeling that was long forgotten.
I choose to never go back.
Tears mix with the rain.
Your choice was lost long ago.
There is a chance to get it back.
Never think you can’t.
Every road has a two way.
A choice.
Left or right.
Don’t think just do.
You are your own person and can do anything.
I choose who I am now.
So can you.
Every person has a choice.
To be what they want to be.
What it might be wrong or not.
That is who you are.

…What will you do to be what you are when that road of life on a unknowning day comes?
What will it be and how will come to be?
I am not a future seeker, but I do see a smile.
And I know you are who you are.

Down in the low sea
Lies A man of lonely pain
Where no one can see

Why has it become
Something I can’t change today
But wait and think it

Everything will change fast
More then the cold world is now
Can I change it soon

If not now then when
I need to know if I can
Save a life today

I need to know now
Is there a chance coming now
To dry the land clean

Of deep ruby blood
Can I make someone smile soon
Can I change the world

We fight to keep others safe from harms ways.
A chance to fail is to soon to tell now.
There were times we tush the early bright days.
But things have appeal to that we mustn’t bow.
Young and barbaric, we take it with pride.
Nones to say where it will all go from here.
Foes will always continental divide
Us, but know deep inside, we will lone seer.
Kids, yes we are, but with big hearts we stand,
For others that don’t have that chance anymore.
We hold out to those who need an clear hand.
We are what will end battles before war.
As some soldiers hit the dirt heavy.
We will be there to help and fight for them.
No one had said you had to be dressy,
They suffered this day would come up for them.
But yet that is how the ball rolls in time,
We are the other kinds of mates in crime.

If there was a chance,
would you take my sorrow,
and make it into something?
Or toss it aside,
with all the others,
you have done.
I need to know…
If I can stay by you,
or jump from this building.
Many others can do this,
some with a smile.
Maybe, I can to…

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I would like you to see in a brief thought of young mind, going through the harsh ships of life. That has lived longer then when this was writen. With parents and teachers who overuse their leadership and where it feels like abuse. Peer groups are major for every person to fallow, be poor or not, you had to fit in. Yet, to what risk would someone take to do just that?

This is a question I have
Heard for many years
And Finally!

Finally I have the guts
To give the answer.

I’m only dead outside,
As the wild forest grows
In an sheltered dome.

The words that exit these windpipes
Are sugar coated to make you smile.

Or to weep tears of sweet salt.

But then, after all that…
Was it all worth it in the end?

To now only remain in silence
And to be only a watcher.

You could see anyone as a
Thorny rose bush,
With no roses.

But look deep,
A colorless rose,
Is within the threshold.

But that couldn’t be close
To what others may say,
Even if in kind words or not.

Many would say in those
Painfully happy words
That in truth I Am,
A mature brat,
Or a demonic cherub.

The life that has been lived
Is like a flowing river
That becomes a powerful waterfall
That has a bottomless ending.

Empty spaces between the ears
Is welcome to everything.

The temple is more of
A universal theme park.

Being open is hard while
Being on,
Lock-down.

No way of signaling
To others
That I am here or there.

I understand how the plague feels,
With having no choice
Of becoming anything else but,
Cold and heartless,

In a world filled with
Shifting warmth.

Being nothing but a broken dull pencil
Trying to make a good long point.

Is this the feeling of un-normal?

As to those who are normal,
As it is to spots and stripes.

Would have all this be
Different,
If I wasn’t me?

If there is anyway to see this
It would have to be something,
I loathe with all my heart.

Involves in day to day life,
School comes to mind
With this and I know its not…

Not a quiz or test,
But having known its already
Viewed over.

But there is no place,
To put the answer.

More harder then getting friends
As a children try to catch
Bubbles that won’t pop.

Is this really me?
A “me” that I can be
Proud of?

Or will others just like me,
As doughnuts to Homer.

Wishful thinking?

Maybe over time thing will change,
As the same to reruns of an
Old TV show.

But all that is known
In front of this essence I call
My own to use freely.

This is…
Me.

There is saying,
That you shouldn’t judge a book by its cover.
Before thinking it’s a bad book,
Read the index of what you can find,
And if it doesn’t fit what you want.
You put it back.
Do I need to say it again?
You put the book back,
Not burn it.
Not toss it.
Not Give it to someone else.
Not anything else that will hurt the book of what it is.
You put it back,
Neatly,
On the shelf that you found it on.
And look somewhere else.
For that special book of topic.
If you think that it is hard to do.
Then you must know how that book feels.
Do the readers of the world a favor
And just put it back where you found it.
No one wants to deal with a book that can’t be read.

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