When dark of night fades from day with all it's luminosity
I gather thoughts of places and faces to encourage my curiosities
Of what it is to be alive in a world where people are busied
Within their lives, forged of ideas and eyes, gathered from the tizzies
Where life has placed them there to be among the throngs of time
Never noting circumstances were engaged to wheels of design
Oh how they rush to ebb and flow without their own minds knowing
That every second ticked away was a moment of life that was growing
Into another moment when they might have need of satisfying
Something other than their flesh which silently is trying
To fill the gaps left in their mind of all their wishful thinking
As they lived among their days in search of others pleasing
Jade Jaspers
Friday, June 21, 2019
In Search of Others Pleasing
Not every writer writes for fame and fortune. As a matter of fact that class of people is a reserved group of people none of the rest of the world's simple word users will ever be able to liken ourselves to. Then again, that was never the idea when most people first began writing. It was something we were taught, something we learned, something we were instructed to use through out our lives to sort out ideas and follow a pattern of thinking that would lead us to communicating with our own thoughts in a healthier way.