AN AWARENESS APHORISM
Oh, awareness is one thing,
Acting upon it is another;
You can’t allow apathy
To dam up action:
For awareness,
Without action,
Is appalling:-
An empty room
Standing center stage
She waited for her cue
bassoon in hand
She breathed life into
"MI Stro" a ballad by
Piffston Grisser"
A song which curated
More than four minutes
She incorporated
" it's gotta be"
by Danny Dewmore
A very popular song
To the delight of those
In attendance and to those
Who were to view the film
The staff stood and applauded
She bowed and smiled
And then letter the stage.
I heard one saying "she wowed us"
Her male factor spoke whisper to
Her "I should be nervous to lose you
to someone who is as talented as you"
He kissed her. We found it to be romantic.
The reliance of performance allows us
To speak of you as "the deal sealer"
You have mourned in triumph to get the part!
We spoke this moment as her "monomythwhere
The bassoonist has arrived at stardom!
See No Evil
You cannot change any mind,
of those that choose to be blind.
By
Josehf Lloyd Murchison
It's never a given, what you've got;
it's all assigned or taken away by lot:
whatever joy, whatever pain ~
whatever loss, whatever gain ~
whether you deserve it ~ or not.
"Three may keep a secret if two of them are dead," ... quote by Benjamin Franklin
If the three are still left breathing would you fear what might be said, for when you hear the truth of this, all secrets be at risk, will opportune all freedoms aim to raise those penniless.
To save your life, you must heed words for they will serve you best, twas the dark lord who had written you, your present interest. You'd outlast two that Shady knew and brought them back, plus test.
Which he will sit to judge at trial, cometh that hour he set; three souls for him, your life--you get, and to all, we have outlined, are the needed facts, to which, my friend, to that you'll do your best.
In summation, I gathereth,
three souls he will get,
mentioning their untimely deaths.
My inner art be facts,
coursing throughout my veins,
I will accomplish this here task
known to me by that name
--the Beastmaster. Alas,
my eyes answered my guess--
me'lord; Keeper of Hell's Gate ...
~ I pass.
if everything was equal
Even so, nothing would be the same
only the one different could be...
the biggest things
whatever they are,
are always smaller
than our delusions....
So are the problems:
no matter how big they are
can always be
solved...
These are the pains:
as huge as they are,
can always be
mitigated...
Only life is
phenomenally huge...
and can always be
superlative...!
Since it never ends...
… where ignorance is bliss, / ‘Tis folly to be wise.
Informed about the choices—
the mainstay o’ adulthood—
we often smother voices;
in good stead they have stood.
Grapple with, analyse
a destination grim:
a web of intrigue; lies
which we quote verbatim.
Some opportunities
present itself to us
with practicalities.
We often wish to cuss,
but many chances missed
in pursuit of prize.
Where ignorance is bliss,
‘tis folly to be wise.
The quote is from the final stanza of Ode on a Distant Prospect of Eton College, by Thomas Gray (1716–71).
This is an example of gnomic poetry.
If a man is foolish enough to ask it,
a woman will take that as a privilege,
encourage it, and lastly, make it a pleasure;
And vice versa.
Everyone has an intrinsic curious interest in the climactic topic of ***********; Whether you like it, or not.
The eye is a terribly hungry thing.
The only terribly hungry thing.
When the stomach
Is empty
The mind is open
To all sorts
Of fat promises.
“I couldn’t care less” is easy to say
When brushing off a critical slur
Or covering up something unkind
Said to excuse a thoughtless deed
If sincere regret is what’s in mind
Perhaps you should say, “Grrrrrrrr,
I could care less,” and slink away!
Written September 1, 2021
So where does freedom sleep in dirty shoes
spoiling the sheets and drooling on the pillow,
Procrustean bed that silly people choose
and breast of its I notice doesn't billow.
There is a cross, there is a porch,
There are the eyes that full of care,
I say there is no God in church,
I say that people bring Him there.
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