The winds blow bleak and torrential against my face.
I’m told it’s much to bear and my ship will be wrecked.
But, I see the wind and so strengthen my mainbrace
For me the wind has an unexpected effect.
I set my back strong to the wind and filled my sails.
Let it blow how it might, it will take me onward.
Before the brightness of the sun ev’rything pales.
In that valiant hope I set my true course dawnward.
When that cold winter comes
and the chilly wind does blow
best stay indoors
as it's freezing down below
but enquiring minds need to know
who ploughs the roads
so the snowplough man can drive to work
and plough the snow?
Blows swiftly
Beyond boundaries
Beaches and land become cool
Beautiful feeling, although invisible
Beats the heat,spreading around
Blows across miles
Brings the nicest feeling, when at the beach
I am that I am, yet each day, I change,
do you find these words so peculiarly strange?
My thoughts, feelings and emotions, you see,
no more do they rule over me.
In the time of silence, they raise their head,
the truth in the heart, wins instead.
The driving, the anger the emotions, stay in place,
as you seek out the truth, in Gods Grace.
In the silence, the truth is always seen,
how thoughts, feelings and emotions, can make us mean.
It’s not always that we don’t care,
it’s just that right now, we have a lot to bear.
Our nerves go up, feeling pressure in the ear,
as we release pressure, on those who are near.
It feels so good, it gets hard to stop,
do we go on, till we blow our top?
I realize I am only responsible for the things that I am, you see,
as I know each day, my thoughts, feelings and emotions, changes me.
No more of the darkness of my past,
what we face with the truth, it’s grips won’t last.
After the battle is over, and your made whole,
thoughts, feelings, and emotions, can’t drive your soul.
They will lead you, guide you, to where you need to be,
when you’re thoughts, feelings and emotions, all agree.
Is Earth just Trump’s orange bubble
That he can fashion to rubble?
Let’s anticipate
Don's schemes oh so great
That quickly make his wealth double!
April, a season wet
Wishes, oft unmet
I was over the moon
Crashed down, soon
Selfish heart, hurt
With strong spurt
I recoil, refused
Rejected, bemused
A truce, declared
Damage, repaired
For a while we drift
Biology, the gift
Birthdays intrude
Marking the prelude
Troubles delayed
Close to a decade
In time, a non event
Space, to resent
Slowly, came betrayal
Dealing the blow,fatal
The depths of pain
Life lessons learned
Infinite my choices
Promise their voices
March always has lovely weather,
for people and for the birds of feather.
How can it be both hot and cold together?
In the 60's last night,
today 100 or more hot and sunny bright.
This came as a huge blow,
even to the weather man Joe.
Yes this is very so.
Tyche and Plutus told
Heremes of
the Spirt of Ecstacy
and the beauty of the Carrage
they sought mortals might they too
be able to experince the beauty of
a perfect machine
all might pray but
only those who pray to
the right God shall win
said Tyche who then
turned to Plutus and asked
are the sheres of tommorrow
the sheres of now
to have Plutus say
% from a feild of 1 thru 69
1 from a feild of
1 thru 26
Factors of 69: The positive integers
that divide evenly into 69 are 1, 3, 23, and 69.
Factors of 26: The positive integers
that divide evenly into 26 are 1, 2, 13, and 26
Days before the Winter Soliste Festivals
the alignment of numberical sheres
shall warm the pockets of someone.
for a lottery win and financial relief,
followed by guidance on the general
approach to such prayers.
Rolls Royce Appears coursey " Of Inquiry"
Gamble Responsible Appears Coursey of " True Love"
"Thats right: I know that's Right"
Appears of Some Fabulously desent Peoplle"of Inquiery"
Tractor Guy and Suited Sexiness"
Makes her smile deceitfully.
Working for his purpose
good fortune by his will.
Mighty winds that blow
The challenge in force
Cold winds that control
Stance in being bold
Surviving any winter winds
Keep warm layered up
Reinforce the winds from entering through the body
Wind blow fight
Push while maneuvering through the wind flow
Winds blowing in all directions
The feel of winds blowing everywhere sensations
Surviving is one thing, and being victorious is another
Winter winds will do
No matter what, it becomes a determined pursue
Can’t and won’t stop
The breakthrough all you can
Onward against the winds tunnel threshold
It’s a person of movement in action, and being bold in doing it
Wind survival is the key, beating the strong breezes that blow
Surviving puts you in the know
Fangs blackened by a tooth-aching light,
dagger down from clamped
and sunken roofs.
What wreckage there is, is buried
hidden from sight, but it is not
a clean landscape. Not a landscape at all,
but a giant footprint,
more a
reconstruction of destruction.
What was once seen as a town
is gone. Not forever (drama makes
actors of us all), but we talk now
in a past tense language of 'back then'
and not of any postcard view of tomorrow -
not yet.
O bathysphere, thy sinking.
Seen: what, as you descend?
Life and death a-stinking!
Break fast around the bend!
Thy formation, O blastocyst.
From whence do you produce?
Rapier, twist! Slip, my wrist!
Pining, be profuse!
Throw sparks, O bright beryllium!
Electric wire, wild wind!
Fire of heaven and hell, come!
Tell me, tamarind!
Biennium, be bearable.
Split in half, two ones.
Pigeons, be thou pair-able?
How that parable stuns!
O boniface, thy full career.
Grinded? Inn. Goad gear.
Cliff by seaside, art thou sheer?
Are thy dropoffs drear?
Honey, O my kinkajou!
Leave it for the bees!
O for hearts that beat untrue!
Claim them, my deep freeze!
O tether to reality!
Cord etheric, hum!
Saffron scents in sabbath sea!
O tomorrow, thrum!
Spread the Word our Jesus said
My Father's plans are all in place
Change is coming played in my head
Where can we go? It's not a race
It's all so surreal, unbelievable in fact
It's gonna blow people's minds
Be prepared, this is not an act
Be prepared, there's not much time
Go to a safe place and say a prayer
Ask God to spare the land
If He says "No"!
You know where you can go..
The Lord won't reach out His hand
Blow the winds of change
Across the ocean of time
We should not be still
.
ya heard 'bout
the hair on hiz "chinny chin chin"
'turnz out
that wolf luuuvz'
all thuh hairz on
hiz chinny
chin chin'd
tuh
thuh hairz
lo
b b
'twixt'd
hiz
asterisks
Once a Happy Boy
Life as Cast, Now Broken Man,
Your Death My Love, 180 Turn!
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