We live in a land of lies;
It forms our thoughts
Then our minds
Then the words
And all that we design.
In twenty-five words or fewer, I've not a lot to say
But if I can use just one more word
Then twenty-six would okay
about taking the law into one’s own hand ~ said this vigilante
but you’ll never hear it from me ~ it’s not my modus operandi
By
David Kavanagh
("Little Things Mean A Lot"
Kitty Kallen 1954)
If you think God tallies
in His columns of +'s and -'s
how many times man gets
to the moon or mars
you are really mistaken -- Little
things mean a lot. Like, personally
cutting the nextdoor old lady's grass
instead of just hiring someone
is more profound than 10 successful
rocket launches -- little things mean
a lot. The rescued kitten, the stray
dog fed -- the breaking of bread with
family and friends, this is how one's spirit
is healthily fed (little things mean a lot).
God pours all his wisdom as potential
into the hearts and minds of newborns
that they may do amazing things with
their lives. Little things mean a lot. Maybe
everything, far exceeding all our
imagined big things. Better to stay
grounded than to reach into the infinite
(wasting precious time) only to find what
was already within your near grasp from
the very onset. In our speed world
Big Things will always get their fair share
of attention...while far more slower dearer
little things can be lost forever. Little things
mean a lot.
You never said the actual truth to me,
But through it all, through them I see.
You never told your dying wish to me.
But I know how you wished I would be.
So I'll be reserved now even among family,
'Cause being misunderstood is my penalty.
And now I will become clean of things finally,
'Cause you're making me recall my divinity.
You never seemed to truly, fully love me,
But through the years, I loved you sincerely
In my own special way, so unknowingly
'Cause of then secret neurodivergent reality.
Everyone has favourites, I always knew it,
But I admired you and kept it a secret,
'Cause you never understood (not one bit)
That I want the life you lived (yes, all of it).
Every morning, he wakes up alone.
Having dreamt of a feeling, one he’s never really known
expecting a message, but there’s nothing on the phone
this garden was once exciting, now it’s all overgrown.
He sees them in the town, not an inch of a frown
fuelled by the beauty of a blessed promise
to always be there, when the world is not fair,
to hold each other’s hands regardless of fate’s plans.
His friends discuss their busy months ahead, while he lays there in his cesspit of dread
left with the wanderers, the ones who said
that they had boyfriends as they sat on his bed.
He sits with his thoughts, night into dawn
dreams of the arms and how he’d bathe in the charm
of just one that could hold, a heart once so cold.
Because no matter what he’s been told, to find refuge in self, to brave through the cold,
the self is a lot to hold.
When one becomes aged
there are multiple goodbyes
than hellos
In every case of loss,
learn to find peace in farewell
Feel the suction in your stomach
and the wonderful roar ...
step on the gas ... LIVE ... HELLO !
I guess all roads eventually
lead back the echo of the silence
A tear in my eye, refuses to fall
Cherish every turn and bump on the road
I was stunned at my cousin’s new mural on her living room wall
I want one! I yelped, can he come by in the fall?
He’s totally booked up, his popularity is big.
I should warn you, he eats a lot, he is kind of a pig.
I hear he is a sloppy painter, my husband chimed in.
He does not want strangers in our house, he has a chinny-chin-chin.
I booked him in October, assuring him we would tire up the dog.
He came on the fifth, and he truly ate like a hog.
But our new mural was lovely, more beautiful than my cousins.
How many have you painted? He squealed, dozens and dozens.
My husband huffed and puffed, irritated at how much he ate.
He was messy and dirty, but my new mural was great!
I sit and think about all the shoulds
I could get off my duff and do it all
but I like staring out into my lovely woods
enjoying myself this wonderful fall
things need to be cleaned and tidied up
a plethora of messes should be put away
but I enjoy sitting out here with my pup
maybe I will do them all another day
Surely one day,
I won’t know ‘alone’.
Surely one day,
I won’t go,
I won’t go anywhere alone.
Surely one day,
I can hold on to you,
Whenever I’m cold.
Surely some way,
I can hum to you,
The tune to our song.
I don’t know no dance,
But you make me laugh,
Smile,
I’m stuck in your trance.
You know you cross my mind,
You make my heart beat,
So fast,
I wanna slow dance.
At this time in our country’s history
when so many people are so headstrong…
where so many think they are right…
while everyone else is wrong…
It would behoove us all to understand
wisdom, like respect…is something that we earn…
That no one has all the answers
and…
we all have a lot to learn.
Living off the glory your ancestors lived through
You need to go out and live your life for you.
Patriotic pride from an historical stride,
a war that was won before you were alive
the struggles for freedom
the heroes who died
born into freedom
you didn’t decide
History owes nothing but the offer of wisdom
live for tomorrow, you are not a victim.
I prefer raw dates to most candidates
Robert to Bill Gates
Watching mine to lifting weights
fewer versus more states
Some call me a rock-ribbed conservative
but they all have a lot of nerve
My day is filled with uncommon verve
in my swivel chair ~ Watch me swerve!
______________________________________
Robert Gates served as Secretary of Defense
for Obama and then Bush Jr., from 2006 - 2011.
A Lot, A Lot
Of Efforts Show;
Psalms, Psalms,
To Bring The
Sun, Star's .... Gold!
Wake up!
The voices in my head keep screaming
Open your eyes
The voices keeps echoing
Always waking me up
Whenever life hits me down
From the mountain top
Down to the depths of the valley.
Look up!
The voices keeps yelling like I'm in the well
You miss a lot of blessings, when looking down
Look up!!
So you can climb that mountain ahead of you
Time and focus is all you need to get there
There's a lot to enjoy at the mountain top, if you conquer.
Keep going, no matter what!
The voices in my head, keeps saying relentlessly
If it's humanly possible
It's possible for you, only if you keep going
Stay on it until you manifest it, it's the law of nature
Tap tap tap tap... Until you've receive
The voices keeps hollering in my head and mind.
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