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This is my life

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as I stand here
on the threshold of
something new
life has come to a pause;

everything has just
been temporarily
put on hold or
slowed down to a crawl;

emotions,
thoughts,
desires,
and dreams;

like a kid stepping into a school
after the holidays
everything seems brand new
while its all the same;

nothing has changed
nothing seems out of order
yet everything seems so out of sync
like a lion out of captivity and into the forest;

time will set right everything,
time will show the mirages
when the dust has settled,
And only time will answer
where this journey will take me;
until then, I am as clueless as you are
about this beautiful thing
called “life”, my sweet little life;
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My life has a superb cast but I can’t figure out the plot. – Ashleigh Brilliant

As we struggle to make sense of things, life looks on in repose. – Author Unknown

Living involves tearing up one rough draft after another. – Author Unknown

You will never be happy if you continue to search for what happiness consists of.  You will never live if you are looking for the meaning of life. – Albert Camus

Human life is purely a matter of deciding what’s important to you. – Anonymous

In three words I can sum up everything I’ve learned about life.  It goes on. – Robert Frost

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4 comments

raji krishnan September 21, 2008 - 3:13 am

that’s true..time sets right everything and time alone can answer certian things!! good one

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William Blu Onstad December 2, 2008 - 2:52 pm

Julian
Black and white with sirens on, a gun rang out, another kid is gone. Smell of rot coming from the streets, people looking for a place to eat. Is it all for free? I just don’t know; the devil’s got control over their souls. Hell fire is all around; the wrath of God makes the heavens sound. (Pitchfork and a torch on a broken pipe and the dub is gone,)? Selling everything in sight or stealing things from the helpless ones. Its bloody nights and bloody dreams. Confusion is what these people see. Crooked crack, no turning back, straight shooters or some more smack. The streets are full of their entire needs: choirboy and cheap forties. Crazy, I know how it seems: a white boy with contorted dreams. A dull, dull needle in one man’s arm, a life is taken. But life goes on. Stand in line to see what’s for free: a crippled man with no sympathy. Pull out a cardboard condo or a plastic shack; a shopping cart is where the mix is at. Blaring sounds of unknown noise so many people with nowhere to go. I see the streets calling me. I don’t know why they can’t see, evil thought and evil things, just a hole of broken dreams. Every night and every day they think that life should be this way. There is misery all around in the mist: there is no goodness found. Trying hard not to see or feel, pretend this place is just not real. So many faces of every shape, bodies broken and cloths stained. Day is night and night is black sometimes I feel there is no turning back. There is only just one thing that helps me make it through each day: it’s the Lord upstairs to whom I constantly pray. Out the window I often look out to see, the miniature buildings and people walking about. There is no right, so it seems; days and nights there are no in-betweens. I find comfort, but I know why: it is when my soul is filled inside. I don’t think one person could paint a picture to define this race. Not even the most profound writer could write the words to define this place. A broken pen could not even spell out the word disgrace. Just a boulevard of broken dreams, only the Lord can kill these fiends.

William Blu Onstad
17819 Merridy st. #222
Northridge, Ca. 91325

Office # (818)739-6688
[email protected]

“Copyright 2005 William Blu Onstad”

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carly johnson April 13, 2009 - 10:04 am

uhh
life is a journy
that you have to enjoy every minute of because the most precious thing in the world that every one uses may be running out for you… which is time!

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Josh Freeman April 21, 2009 - 3:59 pm

I can relate to to william onstads poem of life downtown. It is a great poem and I love,buy it asap

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