Midnight thoughts

ok now ..
my hands are clean
but my eyes are heavy
this is but one more night without you by my side
as my heavy lids come down slowly, to wrap around my eyes,
as my arms will have done to you
and my blanket to me
....but i sleep not with despair
but with a lasting smile
bearing in mind the fruits of another day
with hopes for another night
when i will have your sweet face ... as the last thing
i beacon on before i call my day as over as this

past present future

every time has its time
every time is as important as anytime
but just in its time
no time is no-time
even in times when its unsure
or when the old time feels unworthy
all time is sometime
at time that time is the most important time

why! you wonder

because even though the past is past
and the present is here; still the future is coming

there is one time
when all we have is the past
and another time all we can see is the now
and lastly sometime when all we have to look at is the future

the Best

There is a price to be paid to be the best
To be known, to be strong can be good
Can be useful
But to be the best leaves nothing back
Its contains all both the known and unknown
To be the best is expensive
To be the best is anything but simple
To truly be the best is to be God like

A question of understanding

There is a language I don’t understand
Many people speak it
Even the closest do
But I have never been able to comprehend it
To articulate or express it
It seems conflicting and I get lost the moment they start
in coherent but yet harmonious
I seem to miss interpret the relationship between its words and its expressions
I seem to miss understand its meaning and essence
What is this language?
Can it be taught?
Can it be learnt?