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would you?

if you were asked

to forget everything

you thought you knew

would you?
  

if you were asked

to embrace your scars

as a masterful tattoo

would you?

if you were asked

to adopt an alternate way

of viewing blue

would you?

if you were asked

lay down your swords

and stop the abuse

would you?

if you were asked

to solve life’s puzzle

using past as the clues

would you?

  
if you were asked

to travel along a path

others deem as taboo

would you?

if you were asked

to live in a world

with a rose coloured hue

would you?

  
if you were asked

to spread your wings

and aim for the moon

would you?

if you were asked

to plant your feet

until possibilities grew

would you?
  

if you were asked

to let your pain die

and birth life anew

would you?

if you were asked

to taste the potential

and not swallow, yet chew

would you?

if you were asked

to surrender your heart

to ultimate truth

would you?

if you were asked

to create your own destiny

would you

pursue?

if you were asked

to love me

the way i love you

would you?

  
if you were asked…

would you? 

Time, to change

Time
is of the essence
they say
There’s no time
like the present
Time
is fleeting
Time
is precious
Time
flies
Time
stands still
Time
is wasted
Time
always changes
They say

And… ‘They’ are right…
And not…

Some times
remain
stuck in ages
of old patterning
Take an example
Poetry
or rather
Poetry books
Have you ever noticed
upon a second hand
book sale stroll
how a fictitious novel
of maybe a year
since its release
is completely dog eared
worn
tattered
and adoringly used
yet those books
that were penned
by those poets
now passed
into historical grasp
stand tall
proud
and pristine?

Time
to change

In this day
and age
our daily lives
inundated
with an over abundance
of experiences
to explore
surely
we have time
to turn one page
just one
a day….

Time
to change

A questioning mind
has me ponder why
a novel finds
so many cupped hands
caressing spines
Is it perhaps
that the story
grips
grasps
calls you back
to flick those delicious pages
like a world
calling
conjuring
your return
to delve
out of yours
and in to theirs?

Then what
of the poets?
Because they pen
one life per page
Does it lack
in an engage
Fall short
of a returning
dance with their words?

Time
to change

To all
or any
that read these words
it’s poetry
that has steered you
to even know
i exist
My request
is simply this…

Next time
any time
every time…
you see a book
of heart
soul
bleeding poetry…
Stop
and think…
Do i have time…
to let these words
sink
swirl
swell
quell
my poetic thirst…

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