The world is not in pause;
It turns round and round,
Our feet on the ground.
A spinning top,
It doesn't wobble and stop,
A gifted miracle we don't fly off.
4/24/2022
There's a war going on in these streets,
Hearts are losing beats, the innocent weep, buildings fall to the concrete, while thousands of people move their feet,
There's angry voices wanting them to care, poisonous fogs fill the air, men in formation telling them to beware.
Police brutality and riot violence, it's all the same
There's injustice, and hatred but with a different name
There's bullets, and gasses, and crowds to hard to tame.,
Soldiers fill the streets, helicopters are in the sky,
The weak and poor stand their battlegrounds and the strong man cries.
Equalities has been divided, power is stripped from the man, business owners dreams crumble,while the unprivilged lock hands.
Leaders step down, poor communities gain power, more dreams burnt to ashes after the midnight hour.
America rise up, put both feet on the ground, honor all our brothers and sisters from white to brown.
Make our unity unbreakable throughout the land our forefathers found.
Lock hands and hearts throughout the nation, let equal rights end this war
Let's rise above all nations , United we shall stand, even stronger than before.
It’s like standing at the edge of an abyss.
Watching and being watched,
Gravity pulling you and you nearly let go of the fear and simply end it.
Take that final step,
Leave all that you knew behind.
Look before you leap they say,
Everything is ‘they say’
Nothing is your own,
It is all how it is;
Life and death and an endless cycle that you are the smallest part of
An insignificant creature, gazing upon all you can see,
Seeing so little of what is truly there.
You lift your foot, shift your weight
Ready to fall-
You pause, waiting.
Is this truly what should happen?
Or is there going to be some fairytale ending for you,
In spite all your troubles and worries-
Or perhaps because of them.
There is always that hope,
That spark that nothing can douse,
That small thing called hope
What happens when,
As you put both feet on the ground again,
The light is only a tiny spark-
Something beautiful but unreachable,
A wilo-the-wisp if there ever was one,
I have seen countless others fall, just like you
For I am the abyss
And if you gaze into me
I gaze back into you.
There are times when giants kneel
and meditate and pray
for fright or guidance
We are not gods
There is space and the unending universe
Something far greater which supersedes all mankind
It’s time to show our truth
Our feelings hurt
Often unaware of what’s about
Shootings, killings, war, and hate
Divorce and accidents
Unending – the forces beyond our control
So we ask for inner guidance
Forgiveness for our wrongdoings
“Give me the strength to cope,
to wisely reason, to calm an inner spirit, for peace.
God, there are so many things we have to maintain
like an albatross around us”
What do I truly, really want
today, tomorrow, or next year?
To see my offspring happy and prosperous
To learn to become a better person, a better traveler
To be creative, yet not overuse the golden mean
With both feet on the ground
Now late
one thought fizzles into the next
Like clouds in the sky changing forms
I must leave this
Go elsewhere,
Settle and observe
I wait, my eyelids heavy
as if alcohol or sleeping pill has become my master
For now and after
We are not omnipotent eternal powers
We fade away, just like sundown
into a world of dreams and healing
Resilient to Militant
There may be many who will become militant
To our programs so we must be resilient
Bouncing back with both feet on the ground
So we will end up safe, secure and sound.
Success should achieve as well as assume
Being sure for progress to allow some room
So that every time that the end is in sight
We will have happiness along with delight.
My hair has turned grey and may be receding
But forward and on I shall still try to be leading
All of America the proud who apparently do
Want to help everyone's dreams to come true.
In times of toil and trouble in a campaign
Where they complain enough to drive you insane
My brain has a bell that often bongs and rings
Saying start seeing other bright side of things.
Jim Horn
I was a very BAD chick-a-dee
so mom grounded me for life
Clipped my wings; now I can’t fly
(I buried my head in shame)
Can't keep both feet on the ground
but man, just watch me RUN
50-60 MPH top end speed
I can REALLY fly (well, ALMOST)
Still pack one hell of a punch
(It’s all in the legs you know)
Ruffle my feathers? Guess what I’ll do?
Kick your ASS til you lay a fat egg...
Watching and waiting and seeing it go by...
Oh dear is it too late , my that time it doth fly ..
I have much more to do and much more to see..
I need to break the shackles and take time to be free...
To live my whole life with fruituitous gain ...
Embracing the joy and living the pain ...
Its the bad times that make the better times blessed...
Be it family or friend or merely a guest ...
Stand up , shake it off and just think for a spell..
What kind of a existence is your preference to dwell...
So little time and so much to explore ..
So get up and go forward and march right out that door ..
Lift you head high and keep your eyes open wide ...
Feel the slight touch of a friend that will guide..
Envelop your truths, and your morals abound ..
Use them as your mantra and keep both feet on the ground..
Do not be swayed by false truths,ignorance and deceit..
Take each day on merit and in solace do greet ...
Its not very long ,our special moment in time ...
To waste it and rue it is surely a crime ...........
From across this frozen wasteland
I spot a solitary amber light on shore
I wonder if they are looking at me
Or wondering what im out here for
But i think that they might be busy
Grabbing gifts from neath the tree
And having second helpings of stuffing
To be thinking at all of me
It makes me ponder my life's choices
That have lead me to this night
Frozen in this metal hull
With not a soul in sight
I sit and take the midnight watch
So the ship is safe and sound
But i keep staring at the amber light
Wishing i had both feet on the ground
The sunrise breaks on purple horizon
The amber light fades in mornings mist
The dark clouds slowly roll away
To recieve blue skies morning kiss
An icebreaker on the horizon
Is slowly making way
And all on board are cheering
Though we all missed christmas day
Sleepless nights,
Tales from a rambling man,
Ramble on,
Ramble on,
To deaf ears,
Long flights,
With both feet on the ground,
Ramble on,
Ramble on,
But no one hears a sound,
Give your all to the world,
With intentions of receiving nothing,
Ramble on,
Ramble on,
Am I working towards something?
Let my words soothe your soul,
Let my heart give you happiness,
Ramble on,
Ramble on,
Ramble on,
As
I look back into my life I have realized how lucky I am to be here today,
Still smiling still breathing
Able to say I survived the trials and tribulations this cold world has inflicted upon me and still here I stand..
Yes I stand with both feet on the ground
My head held high
With intensions to never look back
But ahead in life
To prepare myself to be able
To continue on with this life…
I must live..
At birth, we all start the very same way
Wet, naked and hungry, looking for someone to love
Our eyes are open, but we cannot see
We cannot talk, much less know what to say
But deep down inside, we know it is coming from above
We don't even know what we will be
We crawl, then baby steps but not in one day
We wobble and run into things, balance cannot be found
Then by two, off and running to who knows where
Still no sense of direction in our play
Some never get both feet on the ground
Maybe they will get there with a lot of prayer
Then later on in life as we start to grow
Running our race and reaching our goal
Really we are just wanting to make it to the finish line
Maybe for some it is just a big show
It all depends on what is in your soul
And the end is not sleeping in a box made of pine
Rather it is walking, talking or running a race
We have to learn in steps or the moves that we make
Each will come to us in a matter of time
We cannot all be winners or an ace
Because life is not always a "piece of cake"
All we can do about this old life, "is one day at a time"
you looked at me and said goodbye
i replied by saying let sleeping dogs lye
you lift me up and broke my heart
without you babe i'm falling apart
you turned my world upside down
then i saw you with that circus clown
how could do it you know what you did
when you ran away and left your kids
after all you did i still love you
i hate myself i'm such a fool
you gave me light and pushed me to darkness
all you could say was i gave you no more no less
well i dont want to be a fool no more
dont think i will be knocking on you door
trapped for so long in my dream world
i was like a boomerrang being hurled
i am going to get over
no one can stop me now
because i am over you
i have got both feet on the ground
just one more thing i would like to say
thank you because i feel so brave
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