The Guitar Man

A purpose for everything on this earth
And every being the same
Mine might be clearer now
It happens without knowing somehow

An old ache, my insane optimism
Seems useful now, but not to me
My influence positive on my allies and enemies alike
The reward lies in the results, but not for me

I am the Guitar man
I play the songs that need hearing
The endless battle against life
No song the same, I am the Guitar man

poem by Jude's Child
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A new anew

Time passes effortlessly
A breeze in the wind we notice not
And before we comprehend its intricate nature
The breeze dies down and we notice

To let the folly outweigh
We strive to forget that gentle wind
And it seems aged bones is the plunder
That gentle wind I notice now

But it is not for us to counter
For time would count against always
But rather feel the breeze, embrace its prescence
Acknowledge the limits of cell division

For then we would be forever in comfort
Not facing the wind but
Following it to the ends of comprehension
Only then would time be on our side.....

poem by Jude's Child
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