The complex secret of life
is simplicity itself:
you're born, you live and you die.
It is a well-thumbed book with
incomprehensible text
which you borrow, you read and
then pass it on to the next.
Do you want to borrow my turkey baker?
I have my own I said to the pushy Quaker
You do? That’s news, are you sure? asked my guest
She kept on pushing until I finally agreed to a test.
Let’s exchange turkey basters, I said at last.
I am talking about a turkey baker, she said fast.
She sent him over and he baked our entire meal.
Not popping him in the oven was a part of the deal.
“There’s a world where you’re my wife
And we live in this house on Kent Street
And enjoy a quiet life”
- Anna K Jacobs: Letting You Go
And we go to church on Sundays
Every week begins anew
And the priest says Sunday’s better
Cause his gospel sings the truth
I feel his words inside me calling
Begging to believe without proof
But there’s a feeling now that’s stronger
And it tells me it’s no use
I wish I could believe
I bet I could and still be me
I wish I could have faith
But I can't believe
What I can’t see face to face
I wish I could hear God
I could preach his word to all
He would speak and I’d nod
I’d give my sermons
And the churchgoers would applaud
Every bit of hate I’d block
Cause I’d know I had the thing
Most everyone dreamed of
I take words from your mouth and use them as my
own. I dig and I excavate. I burrow and I exhume. Last
week's joke and yesterday's anecdote become my show-
and-tell tomorrow. You sigh, I inhale. You stutter, I catch
diamonds in the rough. A safety net under trapeze. I sift
for the gold you toss aside. My roadmap, your breadcrumbs.
Can I borrow happiness?
To help me heal my heart?
I used to have my own
Until my world completely fell apart
I promise I won’t taint it
Or send it back in bits
I promise I will treasure it
- I need it more than I care to admit
When sadness fills your world
Successfully kicking happiness out
You learn to fake a smile and joy
Whilst your head is filled with doubt
The mirror becomes your enemy
Your mind plays tricks on you
Your heart becomes a shell
No longer knowing what it should do
Can I borrow happiness ?
I think I need it for a while
Even though time with it is borrowed
I just want to feel a real smile
When you borrow money you never stay paid
Some lenders you seem to owe until you hit the grave
They become that extra bill you didn't want in the place
Trying to pay them back and not to make them chase
In a system that causes us to borrow from one to pay another
Almost makes you want to refuse any help given and to suffer
It seems as though you have to report your movements in life
Explaining every detail if your payment isn't right
It doesn't matter if you have paid on time in the past
They seem to want their money back and want it back fast
Each week worked for you're trying harder to get out of debt
Receiving your check wishing your gross amount was your net
You ever been trapped in a maze and can't find your way out
That's what borrowing would lead to so never take that route
As I see a leaf fall apart
I see the love that depart
The roads are paved with stones like needle
I always walk through pain that moodle
Oh God deliver thy happiness
Give me sorrows
For that I am from the burrow
Beg for the courage
Borrow the power of love
Steal somebody's heart
In the dusting of the Springtime
when Winter's breath would fall away
the buds of Spring's birthing would climb
memories of yesterday stay
when guitars played along the lane
and filled our hearts with soft romance
as lovers, we enjoyed the rain
and felt warm raindrops with our dance
giving no thought to tomorrow
as we moved in the night of Spring
beneath the lamplights, we'd borrow
as the songs in our hearts would sing
timeless moments of love at play
sweet-scented thoughts of yesterday
5/24/23
Muggle catching monster with your four eyes strong
To follow you from place to place might be simply wrong
Your fuzzy furry hairy head needs trimmed, it is way too long
Your incisors have the length of a skinny king kong
Some people have said you look like a total ding dong.
I like you forever though; can I borrow your bong?
BORROW BORROW
Mebo mebo
Borrow borrow nation of the world
They cant stop
The wont stop
The whole nation is plunged in debt
The nation never stops borrowing
The world keeps lending
The agony is never ending
Billions today
Trillions tomorrow
But we still need more
Pouring money into meaningless pursuits
If a nation plunges her people into debts
One expects developments
But none in sight
Please what animal is accused again?
Okay lets go for another two billion dollars
This time we use it for farming
Along the way
An antelope will come and eat the money
An antelope building a multi-billionaira mansion in his village
Or one adding to his fleet of cars
At the end when appropriation is done
Only one percent development is recorded
Shall we go for another loan?
This time for education
Pay educators well
Or continue the same tradition?
Meeeh! Educators are good
Because tomorrow
A snake will do the swallow
And we continue promising everybody a better life.
Shall we go for another loan?
To Borrow, Means To Return
Miracle man
6-4-2022
I often lose tools through friends who hijack,
so if you borrow my tools please bring them back.
Missing tools can create a hardship when tasking,
and causes me, the embarrassment of asking.
Some must think age is a synonym for fool,
people I hire,(often innocently) take a tool.
A wrench or ratchet that remained in their clutch,
they don’t see a friend, but just soft touch.
I believe a person reaps from seeds they’ve sown,
my simple solution would be to buy their own.
Then they’d ask to borrow the money for that,
They never show up just for a friendly chat.
Take my heart cause yours are broken
Borrow my smile if you need it
I will give you my life
just to make you alive
Give me one more try
let me love you on my way
cause yours is harder to top
I can't give what you want
or how much you deserve
I can give you my time
give you my hope and my dreams
Don't take my nightmares
Take anything else you want
Just don't go
Don't take the bus and drive
cause I can't run after it
Even if i try
Don't take the plane and fly
cause i don't want you to fly alone
Don't let the heartbeat die
cause i want it close to my ears
I want to listen at your breath
take my arms around you and listen
at your body
Cause " I love you”
Never count money not held in your hand,
and never stand good for the debts of a friend;
For some never learn though they grow old and feeble.
It pays to use caution when dealing with people.
Beg Steal Or Borrow...Live For Tomorrow
Metallic gray skies...the fledgling dies
Winter grieves...tainted leaves
Severed hand...barren land
Empty farm...sound alarm
Rotting hay...horses astray
Fractured horn...plough forlorn
Dried up stream...forsaken dream
Beg steal or borrow...live for tomorrow
06/29/2010
12:46 a.m.
Aboard cruise liner:
Explorer Of The Seas
Cabin 4179
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