What activities do you lose yourself in? The world shrinks, pages bloom,A whispered voice, a shadowed room.No clock ticks, no street's harsh call,Just ink and dreams, I give my all. Through forest deep, or city's gleam,I walk a life, a waking dream.Lost to now, and here, and sight,Bathed in story's endless light. Please subscribe below. …
Bright sun shines above, Oblivious to the shade, Obvious, it's there. - Simple truths unfold, Oblivious eyes may miss, Obvious to some. - Words drift on the breeze, Oblivious to their weight, Obvious meaning. Please subscribe below. Let's support each other. I always follow back. © Richard J Kirk, writing as Joseph R Mason - …
Are you superstitious? Oh, fate! Oh, destiny! Oh, superstition’s lore, You’ve haunted humankind since days of yore. We’ve blamed black cats and ladders leaned askew, But let me tell you, friends—it’s all a ruse, it’s true! A mirror shattered? Seven years of woe? Nay, just a mess to sweep—now watch me go! I’ll clean it …
Which animal would you compare yourself to and why? If I were an animal, what would I be, A lion? A tiger? Or a chimpanzee? Now let me consider what I'd like to see, at the end of the day, I'd rather be me. Please subscribe below. Let's support each other. I always follow back. …
Write a letter to your 100-year-old self. Dear Joseph A century spun, Joseph, a life complete, Now hushed in slumber, where shadows meet. No breath you draw, no sun you feel, Just echoes softly, the years reveal. A hundred rings, a whispered name, Through fields of memory, a flickering flame. The touch of time, a …
What is the last thing you learned? The last thing I learnt was how to let go, To watch the river, not fight its flow. The trees, they whispered, their leaves a song, Of endings, beginnings, where they belong. I held a stone, smooth from the tide, Its edges softened, its scars inside. It told …
What is one question you hate to be asked? Explain. Oh, the questions that plague my days, The queries that set my soul ablaze. Let me count the ways I despise, The things that make me roll my eyes. “Did you get a haircut?” No, I shed, Like a golden retriever on my bed. “Are …
Golden blooms open,morning drips in honeyed light,soft winds sip their fill. Petals kiss the sun,bees hum songs of fleeting joy,dew melts on my tongue. To sup sweet nectar,one drop lingers on my lips,a taste of the dawn. Please subscribe below. Let's support each other. I always follow back. © Richard J Kirk, writing as Joseph …
When the path grows steep, and the skies turn grey, When dreams seem distant, and hopes fade away, Remember this truth, let it guide your way: There’s no such thing as failure, only lessons to weigh. Each stumble, each fall, each misstep you take, Is a whisper of wisdom, a chance to awake. For the …
