Random.

Blue grey smoke from the fire curls towards the sky,
The yip and the yowls, bobcats and coyotes cry,
The twinkling stars make a canopy for the night,
Following the great white road towards morning light.
 
Wild horses ranging wide,
Soaring eagles, flying high,
The love of a woman,
All things best set free.
 
Snow covered lands for months,
How could you gets so cool winter?
Ran out of fire woods
Much cooler now...
 
The day was made for laziness, and lying on one's back in green places, and staring at the sky till its brightness forced one to shut one's eyes and go to sleep . . .
 
Life is so random
Time is so random
Friends are random
Thuoughts are random
Everything as it is
Are they random too?

places are random

what's not? 8(
 
Whispering willows,
At the end of a day,
Reflections of a life,
Displayed on a page,
Agony of lost love,
Tear stained pillows.
 
Nature's perfection in spring
Plays a glorious symphony
Under the sunset sky in hues
Two early stars caught in view
 
Darkness and cold retreat,
As the warmth returns,
Like lost love rebirth,
All is new once again.
Bleak starkness wanes,
Warm color reveals,
What once was,
Is once more.
 
I dream of a dream.
I dream that my dream shall someday come true.
I dream that all my dreams shall not remain just a dream.
I dream for that day when all these dreams are realized.
I dream that I don’t’ spend my days dreaming.
I dream that my dreams shall be more than just dreams.
I dream that these dreams will make me dream more.
Though these are dreams today,
I dream of making them a reality one day.
I will always be dreaming of these dreams,
So that I do have hope in life,
I still hope that this life is worth living.
 
Dreaming,
Of days long gone,
Dreaming,
Of a life once lived.
Dreams,
Of what once was,
Dreams,
Of what could have been.
Visions,
Swirling in my mind,
Visions,
Of a path through dreams.
Dreaming,
Of days to come,
Dreaming,
Of a life not lived.
 
Dream! Dream! Dream!
Life is like a flowing stream,
Taking you to different extremes,
So just spare a moment to dream,
And whenever I day dream,
and day dream I do,
in my secret garden,
I day dream of you.
 
How i wish my fingers were the bristles
or my breath were the wind when it whistles
thru your hair, thru your hair
 
A freedom to be alone in
silence to talk inside self
asking the devine guidance
of the spirit in heart.
 
Rivers of thought running through my mind,
Streams flow in, and streams flow out,
Eddies of thought, pools of reason,
Raging rapids of madness and despair.
 
Depression, a desperate battle between living and merely existing.

Depression steals your view on life
Tick tock tick tock goes the clock
Its only a matter of time
Before the ultimate climb
 
Depression,
Like heavy, black clouds,
Weigh heavy on the soul,
Winds of foreboding,
Shriek in the distance,
Thunderstorms of tears,
Rain down on the day.
Depression,
The storm in my mind,
Coming from nowhere,
Never seeming to end,
Reprieve will soon come,
With the dawn of your love.
 
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