Author Note: As a kid, I use to imagine that I was a famous poet – at least like the one’s who could rhyme. Not only rhyme, but have a vast vocabulary to make the poetry I was writing sound better. However, But, Soooo, as with most kids (who are now adults) I have to admit the memory for the meaning of words, and where they are derived from – SADLY – eludes me. I feel that this does not make me stupid or less of a person, as I once thought, so I’m back to trying and working on it. Just to note, this is not by choice…it seems that every time I getting ready to write an opinion piece, or to ask questions, the total thought escapes me. The Universe seems to have another idea in mind for me with my writing again… go figure. Moving on…
Okay, so as a child, I would never title any of the short pieces of work. Even after all these years, this appears to still be the case. (Oh and for that matter, if I didn’t keep my work, I would shred them or scribble all over the paper to make sure no one would copy it. The works would still show up in the movies and/or books, months or like a year later! WEIRD!!) Anyway, not every thing rhymed, nor would it make sense – it would just kind of come out; thus, this seems to be the case as of late. A habit of sorts – for some reason??
Either way, I am posting my original pieces of work that begin to pop up out of the blue for the ether net to carry them away. Oh, while I realize that people like to steal, and claim others work as his/her/their own, all I have to say is – the world is connected in a lot of ways, so remember I get 10%. But I know the nature, and I don’t know why I’m doing this when I should just make an e-book or something. (Yes. I do utilize a tool (or two) on the net to show and prove that what I write are original pieces of work.)
With that, I have pulled up my big girl britches…so let me have it. LOL!
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The days started to grow longer, thus the nights darted off to be shorter. And though winter was still grasping and holding on, like the dying of an age, spring was not that far away.
The intween time lays the work for judging to be done at the start of the spring run. Soil is given back some nutrients due to the winters harsh cruelty, to therefore awaken the slumbering seeds of life to end that cruelty.
Roads on the intween time lead to many avenues, thus rest is required, but rarely acquired. Sad to say too, the words of wisdom have been gathered during this time too, and twisted to make them taboo.
Winters grasp is hard and cold, therefore in time it will wane. Pain of winter will never last forever, think it through to the review. Dare me not, for spring will come swift again should winter continue to brandish about with vein.
This intween time was fore told, not of a new age, but to the death of all. Dreams are powerful if there could be no end in sight, therefore none would bare the sight. Sooner, much sooner rather than the later, will this happen should winters grasp it not loosen the chains that bind.
Leviathan of winter, end the tasks now. The truth has come out and will rule those bound and unbound. Weakened and lost the identity has become, that winter is done. So many directions this winter grasp could be going but alas a dare is a dare, to trigger the bear.
Send not the invisible, as has been done, for the next time the vibrations will be undone. Sick of ploys. Sick of tricks. Wicked hearts and dumb dirty tricks. The void of vibrations reaches a peak, time begins to unturn the cheek. Those that are bound or those that are unbound this will be. So have fun in one of the last winters of the unseen.
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See, I could have rearranged and reworked some of the lines. Each time I attempted this – I had to add to it. Well, that’s a “no duh,” uh? Thanks for taking the time to read.
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