I wish I could give you a flower
One for every time I thought of you
Another for every time I loved you
And another for every time I wanted to kiss you
The problem is that I have loved you for so long
And loved you so strongly
The universe does not have that many flowers
So just know that my heart holds a billion billion flowers
And they are all yours, my love
With a billion billion more to come for now, until forever
© Poem – II/VIII/MMXXV
LRET
A billion can buy a bushel of impenetrable silence.
Hectares of prime farmland or flashy private jets.
It can buy a turd in stilettos and a pyrite-hearted mistress.
A billion can buy you a secondhand spaceship.
Or an endless good run of Wall Street luck. It can buy a pair of bloated lip-plastic nips and butts.
With a billion you can casually jump burning ships.
Change the scented steps of a double helix.
Buy a fresh orphaned kidney if you so wish.
A billion can buy you onto underage islands.
Where the silver heads pleasure and innocents' dies.
A billion can buy a cure, but it never has the will.
There's more profit in a shady shot or a toxic pill.
They say money can't buy happiness, but I'd rather die on a champagne yacht.
With half a dozen painted chicks on my arm.
Then all alone under a soggy city bridge
A billion can quarry a slab of pink granite stone.
But not a stitch of silk will anyone own
when death unchains the flesh from the soul.
I tried to vote early
but the line was so long
I forgot who to vote for ~
and wrote in Mao Zedong
A Billion Light-Years in the Past
David J Walker
Star Light
Star bright
I look to you for the solution
Tonight
Are we the offspring of
Single-cell
Are viruses invading us
In Sedulous successions
Does evolution drive intelligence
Or does intelligence drive evolution
Star Light
I wonder how far away you are tonight
with the solution
A billion light-years in the past?
A Billion Ponds
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I came to the land of a billion ponds
where they said there would be (one day) a million more.
A billion ponds shimmered in sunsets;
lined up purposefully for my delight.
A billion birds or more perished on these ponds
and they made twilight unbearable for me,
these billion birds on the trillion million ponds.
So I went away from ponds - all of them - far from the million,
or was it a trillion - the numbers in my head...
I went away from them and all the birds
but tweet of them on Twitter to the millions, (who forget).
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3/17/2019
one in a billion
you’re one in a billion
you’re very unique
a treasure to know
a diamond to seek
see with the eyes
that came with your birth
it’s not what a magazine
tells you you’re worth
you’re one that matters
who has a great fate,
it’s your own perfect being
walking through your gate
it’s not what someone says,
that you are or that you’re not
any changes you make
is for your being most sought
each of us is a gift
that belongs to the whole
like a puzzle makes a picture
together, is our magic to unfold
There's a billion seconds in thirty-one years
My libido's worn out right up to my ears
So I guess I must believe
Mind blowing to perceive
Cruising at 82 like someone kicked me in the rear
Its hard for me to find the words to explain.
Everything that you've invested, tears, sweat, and the pain.
Your dedication is a small measure of your worth.
In my eyes, a better woman has never walked the earth.
Life hasn't been easy, yet you took it in stride.
Noone suffered such hardships, and yet you do it with pride.
You made miracles, even when it wasnt enough.
What else, if that doesn't define a mother's love?
Telling you now, if you don't know how important you are.
I'll go out on a limb, there's no distance too far.
Cause to put it simply, i owe you too much.
My respect, admiration, and unconditional love.
You are my beginning, my end.
You're every woman, you're my sister, my mother, and friend.
A search for you wouldn't turn up none in a million.
You're irreplaceable, mama, you're a one in a billion.
Eyes shift left and right filling,
With every one in a million,
Or should I say one in a billion?
Willing to believe in the odds,
That each of us were born with a purpose from God,
To be unique and one of a kind,
One spinning fantasy built on a fallacy,
That we are all individuals,
When we’re really residuals of line,
Stretching longer and stronger as time passes by,
As depressing as it sounds,
I’ve hit the ground,
Slam.
Open my eyes shifting left and right filling,
With one in a million or should I say a billion?
Maybe she’s willing to deliver me from rock bottom,
Throw me a rope for all is forgotten,
I see a sliver of hope in your smile.
If she was the sun then i must become the moon...
Shes the bullets 2 my gun my obsession i consume...
How can i hold my tongue you fill my stomach with cocoons...
A billion butterflies now my hearts an open wound...
I never understood how our hearts were so in-tune...
Cupid got me good sniper tactics with the zoom...
I wanna be your king the only title ill assume...
If loving you is pain then ill never be immune...
Suppressed the beast in me so easily ..like light dissolving gloom...
A flames forever great full just to know it evolved from fumes...
A door that never closes hides a portal that we never use...
She grew a rose inside my heart a place i thought could never bloom...
Present , Past and Afterlife...One day I shall become your groom..
The day that you become my wife your hearts forever shatter proof...
Passion everlasting burns and yearns for just 1 simple truth...
To see your heeart forever smile theres nothing else id rather do.....
I'm falling, falling, up from my rage!
Words unwound in convoluted strings.
All my thoughts rejected by the page.
I am a lost bird with backward wings.
Trying hard to escape my restraints.
Words unwound in convoluted strings.
I look towards heaven and the saints.
Grasping for answers to set me free.
Trying hard to escape my restraints.
An upside down backwards symphony.
All those notes I wish to contain.
Grasping for answers to set me free.
Like a billion drops of colored rain.
Waiting to be absorbed by my pen.
All those notes I wish to contain.
I will never be the same again.
I'm falling, falling, up from my rage.
Waiting to be absorbed by my pen.
All my thoughts collected on the page.
A BILLION WAYS TO SAY THREE LITTLE WORDS
There must be so many ways to say the same exact thing
Like, take this offering I was commanded to deliver to you from the Spring
And in the summer I shall say “take these my sweet”
As daisies rise from the ground to bless the finesse of your feet
There must be thousands of adjectives and numerous nouns
More words than there are tidy and tiny towns
Now let me say this in a different way to you
you will never find words birthed anew
You will seek yet never find a new way of what to say
When it’s so loudly defined by a willingness to pray
Are you bold enough to promise vows that you will one day keep,
Or will they, such as a corpse, be buried six feet deep?
How shall I react when she says three words so small yet so sacrosanct to me
Will her lips form each syllable clearly so that I might understand and let it be?
Well where is she already with her supposed proposal billions before have done and said?
Instead of my beloved the minister meandered closer and whispered the three wrong words, “your fiancé’s dead”
© 2011.….free cee!~
one of a kind
rarity of a person
opinions that come real
integrity with a guarentee
mindful thoughts of inspiration
freight not of a unsecure nature
cause of just honor of a man
billon to one that it will come true
the possibility whats real activity
the opportunity of a person to
be the same is one in a billion
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