Sunlight is like an arrow.
Toward the earth, it flies;
It warms us in the morning,
But it hurts the gazing eyes.
A leaf is like an arrow.
It moves toward the ground;
After it clings for long to the tree,
It surrenders without a sound.
A dream is like an arrow.
It gives the heart a direction;
It soars toward fulfillment,
When shattered, it brings affliction.
Life is like an arrow.
It cannot return to the womb;
It shoots toward its destiny,
Long or short, it enters the tomb.
Time is like an arrow.
Once released, it never turns back.
It takes off toward infinity,
Golden moments, it doesn't lack.
In this confused world, love is the way.
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I like her, but I don't know if she likes me
It's hard to tell honestly
She talked and texted me platonically
Then she ghosted me for a while
She's like a projectile
Soars through the air then slowly falls
Loses interest, doesn't answer my calls
But now it's different, it's like I've picked up the arrow
And she's been waiting alot
She's more talkative, less narrow
I think it's time for me to pick up my bow and shoot my shot
With soulful eyes he confessed love
in a meadow where the foxglove
grows abundantly and speaks of
endless serenity and bliss~
even though he was flat-footed,
his fair-lady was confuted*
and noble Cupid’s reputed
arrow did miss!
* proven to be false
From within, I seek
Bowstring hums, wisdom whispers
Peace reveals the truth
Twilight awakens
Through still branches, quiet glow
Clarity unfolds
A gentle breeze stirs
Thoughts settle like soft petals
Harmony remains
Wonderfully Enjoyable Right Now Is
A Sweet Scented Arrow To The Head
I Sit With A Strange Smile In A Dream
Yet I Do Not Seem To Know What It Means
The Overall Feeling Is Much More Soothing In A Cool Autumn Rain
I Indulge On A Butterscotch Dipped Ice Cream Cone
Thoughts And Memories Are Buried Along With Those I Have Long Since Lost
Wonderfully Therapeutic Right Now Is
A Sweet Scented Arrow To The Head
Perhaps The Well Intended Pain Will Help Me To Find My Brain That Currently Fails To Remain
When I Finally Find My Dusty Common Sense,
Perhaps We Can Reconnect In This Crazy Chapter Of Modern Times
However, When We Do, Please, For The Survival Of Me, Do Not Attempt To Remove
The Sweet Scented Arrow
Your glance thrills deep to my marrow,
As if struck by love’s tingling arrow
Seldom misses
Life then blisses
Tingly skies full of surprise, oh how I love when with surmise,
the little rascal aims his dart as if it were poetic art!
He will deliberately ambush you and your entire tush
with a gush loaded arrow he does romantically push
into hearts genuine states of goofy, gooeyed, loving mush.
No one on this earth can evade him, only love persuades him.
With silent wings, he flies towards the fun gains when his will is done.
No one has a clue concerning who will be romancing who
and there's no sense in guessing - romance is at Cupid's questing.
When cupid's arrow aims for you, there isn't much that you can do!
Tingly skies full of surprise- oh how I love when with surmise,
the little rascal aims his dart as if it were, poetic art.
Like magic, when he pulls his bow,
two hearts then tether in love's glow.
His arrow binds them then as one
to spin beneath the lover's sun
as special feelings grow and flow.
This happened when I was eighteen.
It started with a friendship scene,
yet soon dear Cupid's arrow struck!
Now sixty-seven years of luck
still makes our love together gleam.
When cupid's arrow aims for you, there isn't much that you can do !
"Tingly skies full of surprise oh how I love when with surmise,
the little rascal aims his dart as if it were, poetic art!"
When I am hit by this cute cupid's arrow,
I find myself writing about love and romance.
I will never fight it,
I must enjoy this feeling and write on.
When cupid's arrow aims for you, there isn't much that you can do!
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Corp. Manager. If the numbers are
Right and both staff and he has enough
Votes, 24/30 he will be
Acting management
Number one contender
And the Blah, Blah (company refuses
to recognize the championship)
Worlds Champion.
Penciling in the main event with
Chances in the card, wasn't easy
It involves a lot of give and opps.
It company is prone to change. due
to its position. Each championship
Has it's sponsor/sponsors. Sponsorship
Uses it's clout, the ball is on the field
The horse is in the barn, tickets are sold
But the event hasn't been finalized. Therefore
In conjunction with the Council of Professionals
And the Pro Wrestling Guild , unsanctioned unification
Matches with unite these four titles to create
The third man out. Pro Wrestling Canada's open weight champion
The all Pacific Worlds champion
The Great North All. Atlantic Champion
South America Best Championship
With temperLy unite to
Create the All Worlds United Championship!
The flaming arrow flew far through the night sky,
shot from a wretched soul, lost in the abyss.
The tip is soaked in the blood of his deep longings,
may it find its mark and return healing bliss.
A powerful warrior and archer was he,
lowly reduced by the desperations of love.
His quill is empty, and fire's burning out,
one last hope lies with his Angel up above.
Many scars are left from battles fought and won,
yet as he ages his strong will is sinking.
Only one chance for the revival of faith,
true love must be stirred in her tender thinking.
Many years of searching have left him stranded,
in a dark, cold wilderness of loveless fear.
Riddled with deceit, demons are closing in,
sadness eases nothing, he can't shed a tear.
As he kneels down in hunger and blinding thirst,
to his Father God, he makes his final plea.
"Lord, let her find me and mend love's broken wings,
restore the tenderness, dying inside me!"
The flaming arrow falls to the earth at dawn,
into the passion of a fair maiden's heart.
With torrid yearning for the feel from this flame,
She prays, "Let me find him, that true love may start."
THE ARROW & THE CROSS
When the 2 World's Collide
O'LORD, 7:13 will make them Divide
One with an ARROW and the other with a CROSS
If they choose not to follow than that is their huge loss
TIMES are Changing and so is TIME
TIC, TIC, TICKETY, TOC
Sanity meets Madness please make it stop
London Bridge has Fallen and so has Her Clock
The Past, Present and Future is Blending All together
The ARCHITECT is Building something New maybe it will LAST FOREVER
The POWERS that Be this is something to Treasure
The LORD Above is Descending downward like a DOVE
Spreading LOVE and JUDGEMENT like the Number 9
Time for 7:13 to Divide the Line
All of The KINGS ??Horses & Chariots carefully flew through All of the FIRE
Letting them All know that The ALPHA & OMEGA is much, much HIGHER.
MazelTov, AMEN.
15 Jan. 2025
By: Xanthe LaDale Smith
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