I Could Type Pretty Things
by: Rob Paquin
I could type out pretty rhymes
So blindingly bright you might go blind
And to me it makes no, never mind
So, I just type straight from my mind.
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I've written plenty of beautiful things over the years, and I've typed all kinds of darker shit.
Sometimes I look in the mirror and I see my aging face. Other times I see my caring heart. Most of the time I just see my fractured soul and all the very many holes that run straight through it.
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Beauty is a thing we think
When we look at things and can't dare to blink.
Wondering if their luster will shrink
And therein we find desire
A feeling that could overwhelm
Just seize control and take the helm
Branching out like an ancient Elm
To rain down shadows upon our fire
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Everything comes and goes. The good, the bad, and the ugly. It all takes it's chances at affecting our worlds and our stories. For better or worse the only constant single factor in Life is change.
Not Good Times. Not Hardship. Definitely not LOVE.
Change is the only thing we can embrace and expect to last forever.
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We all make wishes from afar
Wishes made upon shooting stars
But before we claim to get too far
The star has passed, yet here we are
Following trails we thought we'd made
Making plans that soon shall fade
Standing once inside the glade
We dared to blink and found the shade
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My mind is pretty much like a void, and all manner of things make their way across it. I do try to focus on the now and remain present, but honestly..., that's a whole lot of work for a mind like mine. I have thoughts and other thoughts and still more thoughts. They're all just up there crashing into each other and having hundreds of close calls and near misses. That's when the thinking starts!
A lot of people confuse thoughts and thinkings and think that thoughts are things they think.
But they're not.
A thought just comes to you.
Thinking is what you're doing when you dwell upon a thought.
Truth is, you could have just let that thought slide right across your void.
But..., You Didn't !
And now you're thinking.
For better or worse thats the truth of it !
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Living as we're dying
I hear a whole lot of people sighing
I feel their wishes float on by
And I know how hard they're trying
And as my heart bleeds slowly for them
There's naught to do but to pretend
That we'll all be fine, and in due time
Life will be good, come the end
Peace Out,
~The Snowdog
I could type out pretty rhymes
So blindingly bright you might go blind
And to me it makes no, never mind
So, I just type straight from my mind.
***********
I've written plenty of beautiful things over the years, and I've typed all kinds of darker shit.
Sometimes I look in the mirror and I see my aging face. Other times I see my caring heart. Most of the time I just see my fractured soul and all the very many holes that run straight through it.
**********
Beauty is a thing we think
When we look at things and can't dare to blink.
Wondering if their luster will shrink
And therein we find desire
A feeling that could overwhelm
Just seize control and take the helm
Branching out like an ancient Elm
To rain down shadows upon our fire
**********
Everything comes and goes. The good, the bad, and the ugly. It all takes it's chances at affecting our worlds and our stories. For better or worse the only constant single factor in Life is change.
Not Good Times. Not Hardship. Definitely not LOVE.
Change is the only thing we can embrace and expect to last forever.
**********
We all make wishes from afar
Wishes made upon shooting stars
But before we claim to get too far
The star has passed, yet here we are
Following trails we thought we'd made
Making plans that soon shall fade
Standing once inside the glade
We dared to blink and found the shade
**********
My mind is pretty much like a void, and all manner of things make their way across it. I do try to focus on the now and remain present, but honestly..., that's a whole lot of work for a mind like mine. I have thoughts and other thoughts and still more thoughts. They're all just up there crashing into each other and having hundreds of close calls and near misses. That's when the thinking starts!
A lot of people confuse thoughts and thinkings and think that thoughts are things they think.
But they're not.
A thought just comes to you.
Thinking is what you're doing when you dwell upon a thought.
Truth is, you could have just let that thought slide right across your void.
But..., You Didn't !
And now you're thinking.
For better or worse thats the truth of it !
***********
Living as we're dying
I hear a whole lot of people sighing
I feel their wishes float on by
And I know how hard they're trying
And as my heart bleeds slowly for them
There's naught to do but to pretend
That we'll all be fine, and in due time
Life will be good, come the end
Peace Out,
~The Snowdog
