time to walk see ticking clock
make that mark pay the toll
walk that blinding road
pull it up dust it off
lost a bit won so much

step by step over stones
missing hitting broken bones
bleeding blood red memories
steeped in unimaginable misery
seek that light yonder there

run frantic from that dark share
losing lost that part of your heart
along the way leaving indelible marks
casting pebbles to the wind

closed eyes simply breathing it in
time has come to begin again
take a hand loving eyes
moving along living a half life

we must move on you see, none of us ever get what we truly want, but that is the purpose is it not? to strive for that something ..that magical something that touches our hearts so .. but the real tragedy the real tragic ..IS NOT TRYING .. win or lose



Author: Leslie Stockton

I am a Poet it seems. But I am many things this is just a small part of who I am. I write *Love Ballads* and *Erotic* prose. This is my little world you see. My passions are *Art* *Music* *Poetry* *Health & Fitness* *Outdoor Activities* *Fashion* *Costuming* ..etc etc. I am a Leo except the part about being in the spotlight *whispers* my preference is home by a fire. I have many belief’s; like signs, patterns, numbers, colors, everything has an energy you see. All things!! To me anyway. That interaction we experience is a kind of sending and receiving of vibrations to me. The cliche’ ..DARK TO LIGHT applies. We are all connected and share *a something* which can not be defined nor understood in our current state of development. So within my limited brain capacity that is what i have chosen to believe in its barest form. But i follow my instincts and try to be a better human. If you ever met me, well I have been told I leave a lasting impression. May the Verse Be with You. ≧◠◡◠≦✌

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