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JOURNAL OF THE SIMPLE: LIFE’S RANDOM MOMENTS

Moments I felt high. Err... I'd be the one on the left, both feet in the air.

Moments I felt high. Err… I’d be the one on the left, both feet in the air.

This is all I am taking with me

Memories of euphoria fade faster than the actual moments
Songs of wondrous events soon become bland cackles
Sometimes my strengths don’t weigh a gram
Sometimes my word prowess can’t buy anyone a smile

This is all I am taking with me

Sun MAY rise tomorrow in this part of the world
I MAY find another soul to share thoughts with
I MAY enjoy another wonder tonight
This ‘high’ moment of writing MAY linger

None MAY remain with me

Sift me through good and bad times
No part of me remains there
No memories or scars
I just am, with all I am

All I have is this

I only change within
I only change from within
A tear, a hum, a hope, and a faith
Are all I am taking with me

And all that’s essential to my being

You…

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The Mad City Poet Meets Humans’ Good Side 2 -Resilience

English: Description: Monkey filmed secretly b...

The monkey hangs out at his balcony every night.
A sage this one is!
Whilst his more primitive members
Rave and carouse with the animal instinct,
And relieve their hormonal “heat”.

He observes the humans below:
A fascinating species, he has acknowledged.
He sees this man,
Labouring from dawn till dusk,
Looking several years worn out,
And several troubles bent over.
Probably has about five mouths to feed.
No hopeful bright on his face in the morning.
No grateful smile on his face in the night.

The confused monkey wonders:
What keeps him going?

See there again, that youth.
Could not afford to further his education.
Probably an orphan.
Supported by relatives,
Till he could just barely stand on his own.
Yet I have never spied him involved in a dubious situation.

But eh, how far can the monkey see hanging out from his balcony?!

A hopeful spark in the morning.
A downcast frown in the evening.
Yet he wakes up with the sun,
And walks into every new day.

The sage-ly monkey watches and wonders:
A hopeless worn-out family man
Always seeming on the brink of collapse;
A hopeful hard-knocked youth
Always seeming to have the worst of life.
Yet, they live on…
Somehow…
Through each day.

The wise monkey considers this:
The wisdom of the Creator –
As he carves all these words into a nearby tree
For all to see;
Whilst hanging out
From his balcony.