Bare your mind and air your dreams,
pour them out your thinking streams:
nothing comes of buried things:
leap a trust on prayer's wing.
Moments slip uncounted, on;
what will be when we are gone?
Time to mark the world our notch,
not to fade as seconds watch.
Courage comes if we are bold,
take to open from our fold:
now to breathe of honest air:
go the yard, for life is there.
This is just forever's hint;
are we just what life imprints?
We before this light to dim,
pen to stroke, these seas outswim.
x
8:24am thursday, 20th february
Good advice. Are you taking it yourself?
Stand
9:09am thursday, 20th february
I like to think so.
Raven
4:02pm thursday, 20th february
yes truth is told hear time as it shall fade once more
away with the age.
dan
11:26pm thursday, 20th february
i fell apon this site while researching schizophrenia. i have been sitting here reading for sometime now. my brother had recently been diagnosed with schizophrenia and this site is really helping me to understand better. ty for this site, i am sure it is one i will visit daily!
me?!
2:09pm sunday, 23rd february
How sad it is then that the human kind seems unable to live up to these,somewhat imaginairy,expectations. If this comes out pessimistic,it is not my intension.I have hope in us all,there must be something good burried in everybody! But after having looked over the rim of evil when i visited the concentration camps in Germany and Poland,hope is slipping.Especially also in these days of war..
x
Stand
Raven
me?!