"If only we'd stop trying to be happy, we could have a pretty good time." - Edith Wharton
Inspired by a discussion with brods Jess Gopez and Nelson Reyes on happiness and sadness.
Aye! She talks too much She makes a short story long Phrases into song But he loves her nonetheless For she’s lovely that’s our guess
You never bury the dead, an old sa… For the dead stays around now and… Their memories kept alive with son… It’s a human trait; we keep on rem… She’s departed now, gone beyond th…
Someday... someone… Will wander into your life She’ll rock your world; turn it up… She’ll put an end… To all of your emotional strife
In the dark, young children squeal… Ghouls everywhere, goblins laughin… Witches in pointed hats A clowder of black cats Quite a spooky night to go carousi…
His early morning cardios end At the same time he rounds the ben… Always at dawn’s earliest light In time to catch an awesome sight Gradually, the rising sun peeks
Few things in life do matter That gives us satisfaction Usually the end of things The pure joy of completion And a simple evening meal
An emotion, ephemeral and fugitive Swept him when he saw her last nig… Bitter rage, childish and primitiv… But then he realized, he has no ri… Yes, the feeling drifted away quic…
She peeked into the room lit dimly And in tiptoes, she moved cautious… Not wanting to wake up the baby She stared at her ever so lovingly Teary-eyed and overwhelmed with jo…
I doubt, but I hope not to sin I hesitate but cynical I’m not I wish my faith will strengthen And my unbelief be finally forgot!… © F Aparici
Her eyes, the color of midnight, Glared at him, an eternity He froze in his tracks, full of fr… Unsure and feeling so guilty Then she grinned and his face turn…
Forget yesterday and let today be Fret not about the past, live the… Yes, yesterday is just a memory And today, let’s live moment to mo… Focus not on tomorrow, but today
surely, self-annihilation never an acceptable solution to a life filled with sadness, of great heartaches and pain to a broken spirit, a soul unforgi…
We live near the desert surrounded… Spring, summer evenings we drink o… With Louis on the sax Awesome way to relax But on frigid winter nights we hav…
Few thousand miles swallows travel Twice a year in mass migration To party somewhere temperate Avoid winter hibernation The swallows leave Capistrano
The soothing warmth of sunrise Hazy glare from the window When sleepy eyes we open Primed ready for today’s show Cornucopia of blessings