Recapturing Time

A calliope plays

Loudly in the background

Grinding noises come to light

The shrill sounds of laughter

As the horses rise and fall

Marching to their own beat

Traveling in circles

Forty chances to be part of the crowd

Enjoying what is now historical

But once was a part of carnival life 

 

Parents stand and stare

Familiar with the carousel

Memories resurface 

And are embedded 

Blended with children’s thoughts 

To create an atmosphere of wonder

Of awe

Of the joy 

Their youth held

Easing tensions 

Celebrating

With quiet thoughts

The life they know

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by Bill Ferguson

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Make Amends

Your words of love once soothed my heart

Now they just go and tear me apart

I saw your love begin and I see it end

I wish there was a way we could make amends

Once I was graced by you at my door

You can't come around begging for more

I saw your love begin and I see it end

I wish there was a way we could make amends

I once did enjoy my life with you

Now you are gone and have been removed

I saw your love begin and I see it end

I wish there was a way we could make amends

Once your sweetness washed all over me

Now it is more than I want it to be

I saw your love begin and I see it end

I wish there was a way we could make amends

Looking at all the possibilities

You aren’t one who sets my mind at ease

I saw your love begin and I see it end

I wish there was a way we could make amends

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by Bill Ferguson

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Moving On

Love 

Is what I want

I said love

Is what I want

I’ve got to get me some love

That I can flaunt

Time

Is on my side

I said time

Is on my side

I’ve got to bide my time

So I can survive

Dreams 

Mean much to me

I said dreams

Mean much to me

Need to get me some sleep

So I can see

Living 

Is what I do

I said living

Is what I do

Need to move it forward

Past feeling blue

Love 

Is what I need

I said love 

Is what I need

Get past the temptation

So I can succeed

Time 

Is moving on

I said time

Is moving on

Got to find a way to 

Be where I belong

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by Bill Ferguson

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Gone Are The Days

Wheelchairs and oxygen tanks

And sitting in the hall

Passing the time of day

Awaiting a doctors call

Reading all the headlines

On my telephone

Wonder where the days went

Now that I am alone

Gone are the days of deep emotion

Gone are the days wild and free

Gone are the days of strong devotion

Gone are the days meant to be

Funeral homes and cemeteries

Relatives all passed on by

Dreaming of adventures

I would now never try

All my excitement

Is found on the tv

Falling asleep while watching 

Good ole jeopardy

Gone are the days of friendly visits

Gone are the days of my family

Gone are the days where I can listen

Gone are the days where I could see

X Rays and needles lined up on a tray

Exercise meant to strengthen 

Bringing excitement to my day

More pain to suffer

Before I fall asleep

I look forward 

To each day I can keep

Gone are the days of strong sunshine

Gone are the days where I followed my mind

Gone are the days when love lived beside me

Gone are the days when you were mine

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by Bill Ferguson

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Timeless Is The Matter

There are too many questions 

Running around my brain

Looking for answers 

I take my time to explain

Questions of my deepened soul

I give answers that I know

In the end they do change

My thoughts often rearrange

Timeless is the matter

Moving are the answers

Life is an ageless dancer

Timeless is the matter

Once out they come back again

Challenged by all my friends

Perspectives change and so do I

Questions always seek the why

Try to explain what I see

Live in possibilities

Not firm ground to understand

The world surrounds every man

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by Bill Ferguson

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Queried

Queried in the morning

About what it means to be

Is there another question

Another person I have to see

Doesn’t make it better

When I have to heal past wounds

The path I take to get there

Has taken me well past noon  

Queried in the afternoon

About what it means to me

Looking for other answers

Why it is that I simply flee

Somewhere buried in my mind

Among the reasons I live

I have made some choices

Don’t understand what I give

Queried late into the night

About what it means to see

A life that is moving on

Is there a point where I am me

It is simply just my life

A point that is caught in time

There are no real answers

I am working out just fine

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by Bill Ferguson

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Mystical

Mystical moments reverberating

Aura’s spent passing time

Glass slippers half full

Billy goats doing fine

Entrails read on special days

Visions turning on a dime

Menageries make their way

Dividing what is mine

Pendulums swaying to their beat

Tarot cards reading in the heat

Numbers floating all around

Holding crystals seems so sound 

Looking for signs and for meaning

Messages I am supposed to be gleaning

Mystical moments blurring

With the passing signs

It’s alright if you believe

But I haven’t got the time

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by Bill Ferguson

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Take The Bait

The map maker moved on

Sparking flights of fancy

As lesser gods trolled

Paths to assumed glory

Their minds were bent

Their insights under developed

Fantasies

Whose power mocked

True democracy

Where the beliefs of one

Pushed autocracy

Insensitive moments

Projected

A lack of faith

The trap was set 

Did they take the bait?

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by Bill Ferguson

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A Fine Mist

A fine mist covers me

The topiary cower egregiously

While ancient trees bask in the shower

A voice calls out too loud 

I’ll be back in an hour more or less

Never to return to be the same

Head winds blow with power

On disseminating gigantic towers

Escaping what our minds need to see

A fine mist covers me

Hiding behind what I truly do believe

At what point am I free?

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by Bill Ferguson

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