Best Answer For Poems
You can be around hundreds of people
But, still feel like you are alone
You can laugh and joke around
And, yet feel broken on the inside
You might think you have longed for solitude
But somehow the loneliness does get to you
You get a feeling that's not sadness
But it is simply just the feeling of emptiness
You are the one who keeps all the others happy
But no one really knows if you're happy yourself
Sometimes you think you want to disappear
But really, all you want is to be found
You need to learn to enjoy solitude
Because in solitude the mind gains strength
And it learns to lean on itself
As whoever is delighted in solitude
Is either a wild beast or God itself
Being alone does not mean you are lonely
And being lonely does not mean you are alone.
An Answer for Larry concerning my song:
My life is many songs my life is a church hymnal my life is “Sing A Simple Song”, My life is ...Earth Wind and Fire. My life in a ***** spiritual, like “keep a inching along”. My life is a blues song imitated, loving the blues before I ever had the blues. Like Odessa...My life is a folk song.
A song that assures me ...That in exchange for my “Blood Sweat And Tears” the lyrics hit me “that when I die and when I am dead,dead and gone; I am guaranteed that “That there’d be - at least “One Child Left To Carry On”.
My Song is he’s got the whole World in his hands... and Although No body knows or cares about the Troubles I’ve seen. This “mean ole world” is temporary. My song carry’s me away from captivity And delivers me to my heavenly Bliss.
So I sing off key so you’ll know it’s me.
We are the world... We are the Children... as I Stand in the need of reparation; My song is an invitation to share in the Victory of salvation.
My song lets me wind my behind,or bump and grind. My song lets me praise him,fall on Church floors, feeling assured that Jesus if he be; “Be mine”.! And my somebody done,done me wrong song; Is just a sing along. Cause we all been done wrong, and need a healing song. And so I sing ... Lyrics that fit me in my songs. And melody’s that hit me in my moods. I was told to look up at the sky ... and go the way the crow flies : So, I put one foot in front of the other thank my God ...and move on.’!
Take leave of this
Veneer of contented containment
Go tell your thoughts
Delineate the shades of
Dusk and the dark
Beneath the ashes sleep
Never renews this life
Little lived over and
Out like a wick
Talk takes the teacher
Like a bishop
To a castled king
Every dog has his
Day to be dinner
This cat brings change
In pockets and spades
To end topside under
Save for the hoarders
Would never come clean
Taken on winged whimsy
Spirited by Whippoorwill whispers
The embodied evanescent manifest
Who will we be
If not our past?
My veto to open
Wounds which speak softly
Ask water for warmth
And be blue brother
This synergistic system swims
The sun’s waves unaware
Our staple star unsurpassed
Suits in summer sweat
Cares with shares shift
Snow smarts the smile
Forget the global goal
In green smoke screen
Flower followers find bipeds
Take form like frogs
Business positions the tenured
The problem of power
Byproduct of professional profit
Please contact pink pig
For your pension pending
Glycerin unit vesting schedule
Fabricated and economy dressed
To eat your supper
Triangulate solution in vibrations
Sew me sound anew
Blessed songs self orient
Find joy in organization
By collaborative competition clout
Comes together they think
Through this conveyance compute
Corporate costs of copy
The tiny minds till
Their tares of cracked
Cash creates crossed functions
Yeomen wish for work
The biggest as best
Cycle while you winter
Here until your dreams
Tell you how to
Find rest in conflux
Cubed days make mockery
Of our false freedom
The office of night
Abate anathema gluttonous worm
Is light like knowledge?
Copulate nothing she says
Keep a bed about
See the ritual repeated
Growing gives the go
For rockets to assail
The reign of secret silence
Push past these principalities
A planetary pull Possessing
The answer for all
Beggaring questions more able
As balloons held aloof
With room for rain
Safety beneath a roof
Bowing before promise paramount
I wish I had the answer for cancer Nana.
They said stage 4 my heart fell to the floor on the fourth floor.
They said it progressed to stage 5 and I know we are all afraid to die.
The look on her face ripped a piece of my heart out now I have a empty space.
She choked up and started to cry deep down inside I screamed why god why.
Cancer is no joke so here is some marijuana smoke to toke giving it a try.
Effective farm proves strong
Success of facilitated facts
Emerge under stressed weight
Fattened feeding for slaughter
Feet to the file
Starting storms as statements
Control as a conclusion
Garden once left unattained
Renewed in fruitful temperance
For he who listens
The faithful leap brings
Kindness within our ken
Honor is held high
Has He hidden her?
The bride is here
Present a princess pursuant
Of the quiet queen
Gentleness is character acquired
The temple is haunted
Know love is sustenance
When allowed to lead
Our pedantic inked pages
Merely pulp shaved from
The tree of life
Forever bleeding never dying
Vision a capital underutilized
Desire from utility estranged
Our careers we cache
Castles sunder upon sand
Mirror mother for more
Multiple task days worked
Leave tethered like machines
Meet our mission monkey
What men live by?
Naught but management majic
Is your identity ideal?
Do chosen paradigms give
Impetus to peaceable partners?
That which I integrate
Interacts within kinetic cohesion
Remembrance of death undone
What so ever extols
Meditate there in solely
The will imagination’s rudder
Our every choice sculpting
Bastion or the bestial
Learning determines the potential
Yet charts no course
Le fin absolue du monde
Or threat thereof
Alone
And nothing less
Brings context to the climb
Five thousand years or more ago
A man, in peace, lived with his wife
But then, her father passed away
And thus began the days of strife.
They built a room and moved her in;
She quickly overran their space.
He, his beloved, often fought;
It was a sad, unhappy place.
They finally came to loggerheads;
Now you must choose! It’s her or me!
That night he slept beneath the stars;
It came to him, clear as could be.
Dear, I will build your mom a house
A house that you can clearly see
And I will even move her stuff
Then we can finally live free.
The wife agreed; she knew her mom
Would remain close, not far away
Because of all the stuff she had;
It was an easy thing to say.
The man got up before the sun
Announced he had a home to build
Grin on his face, spring in his step,
The man looked positively thrilled.
A fortnight gone, two weeks or more
At last they thought they heard the squeal
Here came the man, still with that grin,
Dragging a platform up on wheels.
He loaded Mom and all her stuff
Then headed back across the vale
And placed it all in her new house
Amidst protests to no avail.
His life improved, but not a lot
He still spends nights beneath the stars
Under that wagon, on a cot
He drifts to sleep, and dreams of cars.
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In response to Maurice Rigoler's question in the comments of Wheeler Dealer
When someone says to
me loudly ," I hate you " I"ll
smile and ask him " her "
why?" I know he "she"
won't find words to answer me
face to face and go.
Sometimes someone can
imagine wrongthing and use
it in her" his" life.
I have called many
People in my life to prove
reasons of their hate
Towards others and
many of them failed to bring
Accurate answers.
July 6th 2023
One day as I laid in the ER bed.
Thoughts of dying ran thru my head.
This time I thought, I might not pull thru.
Lord I'm not sure how, but I must trust You.
I surrendered my fear to Him and just let go.
I was trying to predict an end that I didn't know.
Suddenly two people came my way.
Bringing words of comfort and a desire to pray.
Next they moved me to the "Cath Lab" preparing to start.
A procedure called a "Conversion" to reset my heart.
As they prepped everything for the procedure to begin.
The Nurse said "Hey Doc! he's back in Sinus Rhythm again!"
They stood down on the procedure and prepared me for home.
My praying wife by my side, thanked God nothing else was wrong.
In the morning afterwards, at about 3:45 am.
For me that's the best time to fellowship with Him.
I said tearfully "Father, please speak to me!"
Even though it is over, I'm still scared somewhat you see."
I wrote down the next seven thoughts that came to my head.
I knew it was God and this is what He said!
I made the body you're in and I also made you.
With Me nothing's impossible, or no thing I can't do!
I was there in the ER and Procedure room too!
My word say's I'd never leave or forsake you!
I also said trust in Me with all of your heart.
You are to believe only and let Me do my part.
I am the Lord God, that healeth thee!
I am your Shepard, just listen to Me!
It is I who says when, how or who it is will leave!
I also promise to comfort those left here to grieve.
How can you be sure this is Me that you've heard?
Check in your bible, does it line up with it's words!
In silence every answer
absolute and messenger
for all and for nothing...