I have all these emotions,
For me, it's hard to explain.
It's almost that of a numbness,
Trying to drive me insane.
It's somewhat of a mixture,
Everything from happiness to regret.
At times I break down and cry,
Other times I get angry and upset.
I wish I could do a better job,
To express how I feel inside.
Instead of getting all tangled up,
When these emotions collide.
Why is it so complicated for me,
The way that they make me feel.
At times it all seems too much,
For me, it's an overwhelming ordeal.
All these emotions keep hitting me,
And when they do, it's all at once.
I don't know how to handle it.
It makes me feel like I'm a dunce.
Life is a circle.
Situations are a mixture.
A circle of thinkable and unthinkable
opportunities gets you jumping irrelevantly.
The slipy nature of happiness goes in haste;
you want to stop, but it passes out.
A one is tired, a one is confused, a one is mad;
situations are lurking; you cannot depend on
your intentions sought.
We became so permanent in our
temporariness just because of emotions.
You cannot ever imagine that either
practicality is tough or accepting of emotions.
To be balanced is hard. That is why we slip in the circle.
We hurt, we break; instead of that,
magic is that we are living; we are living beauty.
You are a piece of things you read,
The TV you watch.
You are the words you speak and
Your thoughts.
You are a sum of the music you hear,
The people you meet.
You are electrical impulses and
A heartbeat.
You are conversations you have,
The dreams you dream.
You are the mountains, valleys
And streams.
You are a piece of what you get from
Each of these.
You get in life there are no such thing
As guarantees.
You are the wind that blows and the
Sound of the ocean.
You are thoughts, words, actions
And a new notion.
You are the brightest light in the
Darkest place.
You are a puzzled look and a
Poker face.
You are a mixture of experience
And emotion.
You are the tears you cry and words
unspoken.
You are a vast sea of knowledge
And existence.
You are close by and you are the
Distance.
You are a contrast of family, friends
And lovers.
You are unique and a mixture of
Many colors.
Turbo1904
I know evil as an habit
Not from devil
But from the people
As a nature & culture.
People like flowers without scent
Sight without beauty.
It’s just a mixture of opening the teeth & tingling the nose
It lasts 3 secs.
A mixture of bliss & hardship,
A mixture of poison & good honey tongue,
If a good comes from them
Fear a recurring evil.
The Scottish climate is something else
there's a coldness that bites within
one needs well wrapped up outside
protect your inner soul so not to sin
Its renowned climate here in Scotland
with so much rainfall through the year
one never knows what the forecast says
anythings possible when rain does hear
There is a force that comes through
the hills and mountains of Scotland
these winds can be so very strong
really blows victor over many a hand
On the North coastlines full force
both east and west can tear life apart
winds come in off the turbulent waves
at such force, many point them as art
In the spring/summer times its not all bad
it can be so lovely with a little sunshine
these times can be few among the rest
all these tests you so how is your spine?
(This is written about the weather in Scotland.)
May Be Mixture of Espionage
Appeared to be a mixture of espionage,
That after they had applied a message,
Never sure;
No none cure;
Would disappear and become a mirage.
Jim Horn
I and you and this world
He, She and they.
Mixture of minds
A made society a world
Imbalanced and imperfect
No good measurement of blending.
I am a one and one mind
Still busy to think
Living in this zigzag world
Everyone is not like to me
Mad ! Planning to change
My inner craziness.
Only me alone hoping.
Lack of far-sighting
Not only me innocent world
They all thoughtless
Ruining the every part
It seems losing beauty.
Here is needed to search
Where is the seeds of imbalance?
Correction of madness
Everyone is crazy, not conscious !
Gradually my days going down
Not only me, all's
The days coming, no change
That one day,
Never came expected day.
One after another the generation
Landing on the Earth !
After regretting
Changing into the dust
We haven't learnt yet
We are for what ?
Glory of being human
Even we are not for each other.
No safety, no shelter
The world is moving
With empowering damage and triggering
Attempt of fulfilling
Own thought than anything
Imperfect Mixture of Minds !
MIXTURE
Are you distinguish between the mixture
Life is universal and life is a fixture
The world is wonderful scripture
The sky is a destined fatal picture
Tr?n Minh Hi?n Hien Tran Orlando September 5, 2016
heaven lies in innocent and peace heart.
where does the innocent and peace heart lies?
first it lies in god.
next to god is the babies.
in their each and every action there lies heaven.
heaven there in our vision.
how we face things is the heaven, which keeps us happily.
have a fine and good thought in the heart and mind.
all is well and every where is the heaven.
life will float in air.
I Like The 'Black Tea, The White Tea
and The English Breakfast & Earl Grey'
and I Serve 'Rooibos' and 'Ginger' Teas
In My Silver Pot, Cups & Tray
I Like The 'Rose Tea and Herbal Teas
& The Honey-Vanilla-Chamomile'
& 'Apple-Cinnamon' & 'Orange-Pekoe'
Topped With Sliced Lemon Wedge Frills
(& Balancing Cup & Saucer & Carrot Cake's A Skill)
I've Teas of 'Lavender & Hibiscus
& of Jasmine' Flavored Hints
I Pour These Liquid Petals
To Be My Pretty Porcelain's Contents
and That Brand of 'Ancient Tea Trees'
& of Ceylon's '1001 Nights'
Tantalizes My Tastebuds
With Their Dark Teabags Delights
And Exotic Ginseng Teas Blend Into
A Warm & Soothing, Brewed Bond
As A Free Tea Leaf Floats Like
A Lotus In A Cup Pond
Swirling A Cream or Sugar? Concoction
In A Teaspoon's Pool
Gently Lifted To Our Lips Breath
To Savor & Cool
Wafting Aromatic Scents
Thru My Parlor Among My Guests
Or Just Me In My Kitchen
As Day Begins Afresh
But The Tea Mixture Taste
of A Preference Best For Me
Is The Oolong, Added With Peppermint
and Pure Green Tea
aaaah ... slurp
Join me for a sip ... slurp
Written & Copyrighted ©: 9/18/2013
by: MoonBee Canady
It needs so long to cry a river.
It takes too much to bring the Pain.
As postman never knows receiver
There's no point further to sustain
This gorgeous number of skyscrapers,
When each of them is based on clouds.
Only the fleet of huge icebreakers
Can bear crashing down all doubts.
The 'outstanding', 'cheap' or 'priceless' -
We all are here to measure Path,
However, when it comes to 'brightness'
All argues always end in wrath,
All changes always end in violence.
Don't look for Truth beneath the scenes.
It has been made to guard the Silence
And born the awesome children - Sins.
The greatest puzzle of Existence
Is how to Think but not to Judge,
How (overcoming the resistance
Of sludge and bitter taste of grudge)
To gather soul's bits and pieces
And stitch the armor for you All
From dust, from mourning and diseases,
To learn in them at least to crawl.
There is a sense in every picture,
There is a Cross for every line.
And each word's doomed to be a mixture
Of tremble, overcome and tine.
2.02.2013.
NikA
From where love flow?
Struggling don't know!
Though trees bend
Hope not broken by wind
Live life you know!
Strong magnificent wings beat against the wind.
the sun casting direction and shadow as I descend.
My journey is unpredictable, I fly amongst the earth.
I have lived a free life since my early birth.
Grays and blues are my feature colors.
I don't know of many like me or any others.
I am a special breed of blue jay and sparrow.
I have strong bones running through my wings like arrows.
My chest proud and stretched strays from my neck.
I'll take flights off the tallest building, I mean what the heck?
My future stretches for miles and miles in the vast sky.
I look out over cities of bright lights and towns so low, as i fly soo high...
Are your eyes made from the surging debris from the scintillating stars?
Are your voice made from the tranquil tune from the guitars?
Are your fingers been forged and formed in the God's altar?
Are your sense of smell made from the aroma of the rose's attar?
Are your sweet lips made from a sugar-rich rare nectar?
Are your missile-like words made from the explosive mortars?
Are your ears' edges made from the lancinating scimitars?
Are your nose made from the Excalibur owned by King Arthur, the czar?
Are your hairs made in the Valles Marineris canyon in Mars?
Oh, and are you the shadow of God in the human avatar?
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