Armandacyd

Too often in our lives We complicate things, Cluttering our minds and hearts With useless worries and fears. Instead of drinking in the Summer sun Or becoming mesmerized by your coffee, You worry about getting sunburnt And consuming too much caffeine. We forget to take pleasure In a simple hello and goodbye; A smile shared, an "I love you", A hug given for no reason. We analyse every look and smile Since each syllable means something; Even a tiny thing such as an emoticon Has a deeper meaning these days. A simple "how are you" or "why" Can be seen as offensive, As too intrusive, as nosy, Too demanding and suspicious. Just

A tale of two children- me and myself, one lost long ago to time and memory - the other, oh the other survives to tell the tale of many years - the good and bad, the wondrous and sad was meant to be the last that I have... The storm for city kids was a shout from heaven- clean and loud not like the frightening bass drums in that parade of dead heroes resounding... maybe I was afraid - but not now and that storm, blessed light and tumult - clean and natural in one tremendous breath... And afterwards... peace to wander those pristine hills within the treasure troves of youth, the little discoveries etched into the unformed, unsuspecting b