It’s Syracuse, New York. What a sunset!
Author: ttboy28
Buddhist, writer, friend, actor, love new things, love old things, hard worker, passionate worker, single
For My Elderly Parent
To My Elderly Parent
I realized listening was what was needed
Should I interject at any point
It would change the momentum of the reminiscing
Do I really need to feel how this person felt?
Just because I am from their loins,
am I obligated to show compassion?
But, I realized listening was what was needed
Moments of silence
And I listened
And when the apologies for taking up my valuable time
started,
I realized listening was what was needed
affirmations, confirmations, delivered out of respect,
more poised on trying to stay in tune
Soon, like a quantum leap
we are back to today
And, “I Love You” is always heard
How the Pandemic affects us All
How the Pandemic affects us All differently.
The Beauty of it All
Time means nothing
when You have no watch
Sight means nothing
when You fail to see
Power means nothing
when You have no support
Love means nothing
when You don’t have a heart
Desire means nothing
when passion alludes
Dates mean nothing
when You live care-free
A name means nothing
if it is not used
A mind is a terrible thing to waste
when the soul is being abused
A mirror can mean everything
If You like what You see
It’ll let You know something is off
If You don’t let it be
Is this VN BALBOA coin real?
Cruel World
Cruel World
This World is so cruel
We’re all on the food chain
that somebody placed somebody
in charge of
just so they can survive
We’re all animals in the food chain
How long should a Zebra live
before it is taken down?
Even the birds pluck from the ground
There’s always something or someone
looking down on us
Even on their level, they still command.
Even in death, something or someone is
in-charge to put us away
Everything needs to be put away
sometimes, out of its misery
Purple Cabbage
It is such a joy to have residents want to come into the Garden of Health. It is even more fulfilling to have them want to take vegetables home with them to enjoy.
The Purple Cabbage is so intriguing. Because of its color and texture, many stop and ask if it’s real.
From the Garden of Health
The Jury
The Jury is the Judge
even when the truth is there
Though everyone doesn’t like
the flavor
the pudding is eaten anyway
Who wrote the Book
that is always bound in Black?
So many prayers in print there
so many words to be taken
seriously
But, are they?
God is found there
when they need justification
Peace is found there
to satisfy the major-i-tee
Rope burns in the hands
of the lesser
numbered to stand for the strange
fruits of their forbidden tracks
Mocked and forced in the
pressure cooker
Tears drip as the steam overflows
The Jury speaks
But do they in unison
when only one bangs the gavel?
