I'm all set up I'm ready to go And then Nothing I find no inspiration In this page In this space I sit and stare at Nothing -Kel Dayheart
Rosy Retrospection
We don't remember The past clearly It is coated In rose-tinted glasses With hues of hindsight -Kel Dayheart
Simpler Times
Whatever happened to simple joys Those things of wonder That we enjoyed so much in childhood Like the art of making paper airplanes Or just digging in the dirt -Kel Dayheart
Father Time
Father time's face Is rather stern But with a constant tick He looks out at all But does not see He screeches in the morning But has no voice Father time Tells a lot But no one listens -Kel Dayheart
Exhaust
The longer you travel The more you sink-- Sink deeper and deeper into the abyss That is the haze of exhaustion -Kel Dayheart
Scenic
Ideas float around my head Taking their time reaching my pen They like to take the scenic route -Kel Dayheart
Patience
We live our lives Waiting in line Hoping that the wait Will be short And soon, soon It will be Our turn -Kel Dayheart
Blackout #142
It breaks his heart that all his hours seem in vain
Art in Life
To capture a moment in time Takes more talent Than I have within me To create and produce -Kel Dayheart
Tick To__
My clock is running slow
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