I still recall how I once felt,
a young boy, as I knelt.
There were pigs, cows, and chickens.
I laughed like the dickens
before a board of felt.
In my life I may as they say
have accomplished a thing or two
but I've not made the mark
I so dearly wished to do
altho' having trod the boards
where mighty giants once stood
the rug was always pulled out
in many a good neighbourhood
never had it made in the shade
fame and fortune eluded me
a one-man band on parade
anonymity included me
sailing off into the sunset
is not quite the right thing to do
nor is going down with the ship
in the yonder wild blue
and yet if my get up and go
has not got up and gone
I'd like once more to bring it on
before fading away into oblivion
Only a few days are left,
But no seriousness is felt.
I don’t want to cry, I don’t want to regret,
Need to study each chapter, each alphabet.
I need to work hard,
With determination, not just a façade.
I want to score better,
That’s what truly matters.
Managing my time,
Is harder to define.
Working with a strict schedule,
Feels far from cool.
How foolish I am, though I know,
Boards won't be easy, still, I let it go.
I need to work hard,
That’s the key to the reward.
Life in 2024
.
Ethics only on board...
Educators are on roads......…
Rich always freaky..
Poor always shaky..
Frauds seems always happy
Life was in 2024 tragedy..
Life in 2024
.
Ethics only on board...
Educators are on roads......…
Rich always freaky..
Poor always shaky..
Frauds seems always happy
Life was in 2024 tragedy..
The reasons why ink’s sometimes bled
do not always have to be said,
but here is the gist:
this helps climb the list
of grinders, some live and some dead.
Some feel that last line’s in poor taste,
would likely prefer it erased.
But it’s really quite stellar
for a crusty old feller
whose childhood ’twas spent eating paste.
when i understood
all guidance boards on the road,
fell into abyss...
There seems little hope when the tires won't hold air.
Did God forsake us somewhere,
along the long and dusty path?
you and I, got wires crossed in despair...
left to suffer this day alone,
in His wrath.
Oh lord..
I carry my hammer low, lower still..
my nails all crooked,
torn away from oaken boards.
The back forty waylaid,
in early dawn's frost.
Still remembering strength..
that faltered, when all hope
seemed lost.
Don't tread on me heard once in the wind's voice.
The plowshare's greying field,
left forgotten and untilled,
so little left of youth's free choice.
Standing guard a once majestic neighborhood
Sawn apart from natures living wood
Dusted grey by ages blowing by
Dilapidation falls, the cities cry
By malfeasance where once a palace stood
Against the wild desires to render dark
Wrought by charge, another face demands the final dollar
Disgraced by greed misplaced, a disposition now unsteady
So like us the bleeding out
No respect to spare a face
Grief our legacy to failed belief
Lonely sentinels in a stricken place
Question for you, chicks and dudes,
What is an ironing board to you?
Did you know they were surfboards?
Yes, they grow up, surf did bore,
Surfboards got a day job,
Being ironing boards is their lot,
Nonsense I do compose,
Only a joke in an ode!
SO BROTHER YOU SAW BLACK BOARDS
Them that have made you a stranger to your people
Them that have made you an alien among your own
I hear you saw blackboards…
And indeed they changed you
For you have lost touch with your roots;
Nothing that mattered to you before matters now
To the elders you bow no more,
The seasons are meaningless to you,
You slumber during the rains…
And loathe the heat of harvest time
Yes brother you have seen black boards
But if a stranger to my own people seeing blackboards would make me,
Then I would rather not see them….
You saw black boards but they turned you white
Wish they had made you blacker…
That the values of you own people you would cherish
That that that matters to your own would matter to you
Oh brother you have seen black boards.
BROTHER I SAW BLACK BOARDS…
Brothe,r don’t ask why…
When I linger in a little longer in bed
Just know I saw blackboards
When I seem to have forgotten your ways
Just know I saw blackboards
When my opinion from yours differs ..,
Just know I saw blackboards
When I can’t join in on your drinking spree
Just know I saw blackboards…
When the language I speak is strange to you
Just know I saw blackboards
When to the family gods I sacrifice no more
Forgive me… I saw Black boards
Strange my life is…
Just know I saw blackboards.
School black boards,
No dusters!
It's the silence,
That's exciting.
The secret,
That keeps it alive.
It's the risk,
That I live for.
The rejection,
That keeps me fighting.
Our secret,
That keeps my thirsty.
Never ending thrill,
That's got me going.
Sneaking around,
Is what should be done.
Keeping our voices down,
The only way to get around.
What's left hidden,
Is what I crave to find.
What pushes me further,
Is what I intend to pull closer.
Impossible reach,
Has got me climbing.
Our secret,
Has got me burning.
The lies,
The half truths.
Secrets hidden away,
To be quiet.
Beneath the surface,
Is where we lie.
Our own world,
For now,
Till goodbye.
wake up in the morning
first thing i say is i wish i was dead
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