Let’s talk about cats. For what reason and why would you ask? First my friend, cats are loving friendly creatures, whose only desire is to shed, pee and drop a few fleas wherever need be. Well, you haven’t met night, night, that’s where they are most likely to strike.
With clippers, slippers and their little white slippers you better wake up and take a look at your dog skipper, whose just been entered in the state fair and I’ll bet he will wake up with no hair.
Well, my only conclusion is, you spoil that thing with liver, oysters and tons of sardines!
My heart, this instrument-beats my bass.
My drum, my evaluation, my temperament and my pace.
I sit, I listen, I bend down to tie my lace.
My emotions run rich from vast involvement.
My tears only flow from deep strength.
My rhythm becomes indifferent as I ask,
“is there footsteps that tempo the trace?”
Leaves of life full and abundant: like a
Monkey gone wild-swaying in delight.
The banana, if taken puts up no fight.
As death reaches near, life
begins to bare. A pathway of transition
replaces what is near.
A breath of air loses wind; a fetus
emerges from the beginning to the end.
Is the end the beginning? Or, is the end simply the beginning?
The night was filled by a silent awe. The wind traveled north and my breathe began to crawl. My words lost focus as my thoughts came to a stall, keeping company with stagnant and his infamous wall. Love can always keep you warm, but when I’m burning my torch is spiked with adrenaline, caffeine and solid gold. What was once there-can once leave, and once gone may once return. What is it that man needs most? What drives him to the greatest fall or the greatest of all human inspirations? There are times when voices fade to gray and 256 can lose some digits along the way. This motive is the silent survivor of all hope and all gain. The motive for God, for love, for talent, for work or simply the pursuit of pleasure and play; make no mistake about it, this motive is the strongest of all. To live without it, is to be a prisoner, and that sun that shone so bright, now flickers into the twice long baked night. As a poet can lose his voice, an artist forgets to take care of his brushes; by the first stroke the corroded paint leaves no room for anything but dust and ashes. If it collides, it collides with great magnitude, but if it’s directed with proper positioning, this noun transforms itself into a vector. Many will kill for it, few truly have it, many are jealous of it, and those with it, have a mental cross keeping up with it.
Each moment moves as it is created.
Each creation varies as it multiplies.
Each variation doubles as our imagination modifies.
Time is simply a ladder to grow!
It goes without words that many great ones became disturbed-never adjusting simply self-destructing! Overbearing clouds now trapping the truth-a shout becomes a whisper as he cries for help.
Emasculated faces from their inner horrors, can’t turn back, love has to last forever! So the dream waits and waits, still waiting to discover. Do we love remembering moment to moment? Or, does every lost love return? Do all false dreams become the hunted? If I can’t hold on forever, then how do I deal with the memory? Isn’t the remembering
a sign of a deep pleading?
Too much attention little rejection, over night sensation
was one ladies soon to be rejection.
Pleasing to be seen, but too insecure in her dreams.
One woman’s dream may not be what you need.
For the Monroe reality became her tragedy.
God Bless her.
A light vanishes that no longer flickers.
Darkness usually covets.
Vast and abundant are the stars side by side.
The moon becomes the morning after.
The clear blue water that has been forever.
The waves crash at shore,
oh how the reef dare to lie still.
The awe of nature,
The serenity of this setting,
all fit in making one fine blessing.
THE POLITICIAN STANDS TALL, POSITIONED AND ERECT.
The snake now attacks as the words seem to bring promise, seeming
to be complete. It brings much misery as it slithers back into retreat.
The promises that were promised now promise to serve defeat. I know the venom of his judgement will one day overcome this deceit.
Progressive Distraction: Tough to read and painful to the body
Into the night it travels far, even though it starts near. This resounding echo forms my yelp and shapes my tear.
To not be reticent in voice is to garner this condition as the unwavering lack of compassion gives rise to a nuisance of complaining. Darkness now prevails and only shadows from aging beams of lights can withstand the noises.
These once grew as a clamor, now they quickly are being murmured into the silent dull night. I find myself being motionless as the world progresses forward; time is just marching to his own painful drummer. As the hours get longer,
yes longer, still longer, my fight has given up and I’ll depart saying “Goodnight.”
Sitting staring without a thought, pretty darn boring so I felt what
was not. Contemplating activities of daily life, yet the answers were
so trivial I almost lost sight. What’s going on inside my head, perhaps
a tiny victim trapped within. I gave him a key so he would see,
but only to find a world of much misery.
Hiding out without a worry but soon to discover life can become mighty lonely.
Rebel No More
The spirit of God is like a fire burning.
May his presence continue to re-kindle each morning.
As I awake I greet thee with a smile that’s yearning.
Let self-control over shadow my belonging: {mind, body, soul}
Give pride it’s burial, with no more strength-no more longevity!
May humility accompany my self in harmony.
My mind becomes my mind.
My mind must always rhyme.
My heart fills my brain, in the head my heart dwells,
but all along it needs to be sheltered.
My heart now rests upon my hands, with my fingers
i carefully stroke.
My thoughts, my feelings, my body
no longer withers!
A solution not solved.
This puzzle has many a lost piece.
Like a fan with no blade, it loses validity, it can’t bargain nor trade; it contains no “air of peace”.
ONE GOSPEL-ONE FATHER!
But our individuality shouldn’t change-as GOD loves variety. With all our efforts humans appear to be so lost. Without our Father’s face-how would we ever have had a trace?
He will always be the alpha and the omega.
What will become of all of us?
A moment of solitude breaking all chains.
No boundaries-no rules!
The Limit is Set.
Normality weakens as our water becomes polluted.
Pollution sets forth-trying to uncover.
Explanation:
What does pollution sets forth-trying to uncover mean?
Pollution like so much that is wrong with this world is constantly at odds with our better judgement.
If you single out an individual you will find a great many things good about them.
If you collectively merge humans together, peer pressure takes overs (pollution) and tries uncover the goodness-
that was naturally instilled within us.
Basically branch out and do your own thinking. Let your heart be your security blanket.
A mouth expands as the dentist’s work begins to shows.
Cavity to cavity the fillings will grow. Thank “Heaven” our love for the good old root canal will never show. God bless our Dentists, for they are the backbone of our hidden secrets and filthy enameled biscuits.
Explanation:
What does this mean? A smile hides the pain that we so often feel.
This single path resembles two shapes.
To follow ones’ footsteps, one must be alive with
confidence-alive with grace.
Be of the soundest mind, and know that time has but one golden rule.
Time is simply a ladder to grow.
As you seek, this venture will eventually erupt. Keep your faith
and always adjust. Now you have the right to question all and any uncertainties.
Explanation:
What does “as you seek, this venture will eventually erupt” mean? The more we think we know the more we realize we may know nothing at all?
If we start questioning life without trying to find the answers of:
Who Am I? Where Am I going? How do I get there? Will my loved one be there too?
We are simply asking questions that we don’t truly deserve an answer to?
Do you except to get a “A” in school without studying? Well, some may, but
for most of us, it’s hard work.
Truth starts as a question, so many answers many to reject!
Perhaps a feeling remembering to forget. I’m the fan, do you feel?
Poetry like sound is inevitably all around. The sun and the moon are like pride and denial,
one shines forever while the other stops altogether.
I’m the wind returning your breeze.
Explanation:
What’s the connection between the moon and denial? The moon comes out only in darkness,
therefore, covering the sun-hence stopping the sun. Denial allows us humans to stop
the process of truth altogether.
What’s the connection beteen the sun and pride? The sun shines somewhere constantly.
Generally speaking man’s pride very seldom stops, therefore it shines forever.
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