another sequel

There have been some good times, probably more to come Great thoughts, lots of laughter, heated passion that burns distractedly through time And dark moments that tear loud Thoughts e’en transient imprint a smile, however distant Excitement; digging and comparing treasure and skeletons alike Admiration, excitement, surprises, darkness, sombreness, pain Another time and another place Locks picked; healing whilst others are just not meant to be Time has come to build some; memories and skeletons alike I hear, I forget; I write, I remember; I do, I never forget Cliché is what is boring, but that is probably why it is so Out of context, that which we seek lives in a timeline, not herein The strengths we see maybe fading imprints of times past, The spark and sometimes cackle may threaten to come to life but soon smoulder and nothing but sooty smoke is left Once upon a time I loved hard, then converse came to pass each and every time; and I will keep on so Age teaches us the balance in life Prey and predator always have a place, but two of the same soon part ways For every action a reaction; good, evil; love, hate and it maybe you, or me I hate the ordinary words put together… they don’t begin to explain feel I have these doors in front of me ol’ friend, The digging’s done; I would like to start building I open these, but I have to close the other Mine eyes are weary, my hands are no longer with dirt, my being is itching and ready for go I still love, I still smile, and reminisce I probably will still have or not The last song played is ringing in my ears, and for the first time I really got it… “No, I do not… ok maybe a little” I end with my beloved semi-colon… it may be shut, but not locked xxx;