As I step out of the car, I can hear their song, the geese come in for a landing, their swift bodies gliding across the calm glassy pond, braking up the golden sunset as it’s setting across the prairie…
The air is crisp as fall has finally made its presence up north, pretty soon we will be braking out our hoodies and light weight jackets….
I walk around to the deer as they are busy filling their tummies with grass and flowers, life is so blissful right now, no worries I have, as only GOD bring this scene to me, I swallow hard as to not show my tears, nobody would understand…
Is this why I decided to write again, dear Jesus, help me be forever in this moment, as if capturing fire flies in a glass jar, to keep in my heart, Jesus, I know only you understand my deep felt emotions that am trying to convey.
As I turn to leave, a lone geese flys solo above my head, coming in for a landing, its wings spread out wide, much like our Savior welcoming its child into HIS arms, when they are hurting from not being heard..
Friendship doesn't always mean having contact daily
But yet it's like the calcium in your dairy
It strengthens the core of your body
It is there to prevent you from braking
Hearing your voice
makes my heart rejoice
I'm counting my blessings at that moment
The smile I do get to see once in a blue moon
Can reflect a message like your eyes,
The windows to your soul...
The sound of your laughter echos in my mind
My eyes shares the prescious tears of joy, sadness, hardships and victories.
You have a place in my heart that will forever only be yours
A spot that only your uniqueness can fill
THANK YOU for being my friend!
A Dying Plant
Feeding everyone lies
The drama never dies
Running away from the root of the problem
Too many excuses with no water
Always playing the victim under the sun
Falling away into a sinkhole
You had plenty of chances
To make good choices
You choose to rebel in dirt
A stubborn generation
You never listened
A dying plant
A heart full of regret
An ungrateful flower
Just freeloaders
A dying plant
I gave you guidance
You did everything your way
Flowers are fading
Bondege is braking
Blaming someone else is never ending
The root of the problem is burning
#Your_Red_Dress!
That red dress, illuminates you, setting all your curves and edges, from bottom to top, on a scale, my reality falling blatalantly to reach, it makes me lick everywhere in my satisfaction realm.
Thought to have met the climax of your gorgeousness, until tonight, Dzamn! lady, have mercy on my intake. for tonight, you braking gauges of my perception, a sigh in my reaction, sending palpitations to my capacitation, got no spaces inbetween my pulse, caught on an unbrakeable chain of one heart beat, its all tap dancing floors everywhere in my body, all surfaces damp with sweat.
My voice catching waves of hic-ups and staggering simulteniously. Its getting hot in here, don't know whether this sudden temparature changes affects me alone but so certain I'm contracting fever of your beauty,
I mean, the simphony your body playing to my focus, sweeping me off my grounds on an infinite routine,
I just wanna hold your hand and bow; Thank you for looking this beautiful tonight.
#Poetic_Ink
Up, up and away
In ballon full of hot air
Hanging from a hair
Up, up and away
No steering and no braking
Bravery faking
Up, up and away
Under ballon swinging high
Storm clouds coming nigh
Up, up and away
Fearsome lightning bolts flash by
Need help from on High
Up, up and away
Trying to hold breakfast in
Swaying in the wind
Up, up and away
Small box dangling in the wind
Need a Dramamine
Up, up and away
Pale and shaking in wet boots
Where’s a parachute
Up, up and away
First time is one time enough
This is scary stuff
Up, up and away
On the ground will always stay
Until dying day
Up, up and away
Forget it, here I will stay
You get underway
Up, up and away
No thanks, rather get my kicks
On Route Sixty-Six
Watch how you go
As you rush home from work
The speed of your ride
Spawning dangers to lurk
The curve of the bend
As you screech to your goal
The curse of Diablo
Is taking its toll
The bus up ahead
Holding valuable souls
Has stopped at the sign
To offload them home
Your thinking is quick
The braking is harsh
The vehicle careers
Into the slow cooling marsh
On the highway, traffic moves
Or not, at varied paces,
Crawling ‘til the road improves
Or fast, as if in races.
If cars and giant trucks may ride,
Then nerves might well be quaking,
For crazy drivers zip beside
With barely any braking.
Construction, oft a road trip bane,
Crops up when things are flowing,
With big equipment in the lane
Where cars must now be slowing.
If you’re lucky, GPS
Can redirect your driving,
Or, if not, you’ll feel the stress
For hours past arriving.
Sitting alone looking out into the darkness
I can't see the ocean but I can hear the waves
Braking on the rocks
The wind catches my breath and the cold rain
Is stinging my face but I'm in my happy place.
I imagine that the howling of the wind are ghost
That are tormented by death and are trying to
Send a message.
Sometimes I think they are calling to me and
I must fight with everything I have not to go
With them.
My imagination runs out of control is that my
Mother or my brother standing just out of reach
Do I race towards their voices or walk in the
Opposite direction leaving the wind to call in
To the blackness of the night.
The storm in my head will never subside
And the voices will always be on the wind
But I am not ready to go into the darkness and
Be part of the storm that calls
For your soul.
Speed. Like a blur of feathers across the asphalt.
Skimming, just inches higher than the busy road.
Formation. Not keeping any by choice default.
Sparrow. A bird born brave, a bird born to be bold.
With sun in my eyes, sparrow flies past my front wheels.
I swerve to the left as this wild one goes right.
The sound of my tires braking makes a loud squeal,
But rash, brave sparrow keeps flying, showing no fright.
It Was Only Then We Each Woke Hell Up And Then Knew
A rose gave its fine fragrance and beauty for free
Smell that drove ones beautiful girlfriend to exclaim
My darling, these are ravishing and just for me
And to think I thought this, it was you to be tame.
She in that pale blue dress and that dolled up hair
With her famous smile and with figure so damn fine
My pals cried, "you get pretty ones, life aint fair"
All good ole Southern boys except Paul from the East
O' yes James, real bad apple ready to deceive
This world was a jewel ready for the taking
We were the dirty rascals hellbent on grabbing
With the gas petal on the floor no damn braking
But we each later got our own damn heart stabbing.
For truth is we had finally each got our due.
It was only then we each woke hell up and then knew.
Robert J. Lindley, AUGUST 5TH 1975..
Rhyme
Note- today, well yes I had very wild youth for about 12 years.
"It's funny within the life we all live in,
Think of regret,
Of things that are no longer alive,
Questions of things thought are the opposites of our own lives, Expressions within this earth,
We've all showed but never found,
What you saw within your own mind, yesterday doesn't exist today!
So why does our mind access within the beauty of brought joy that is horror, we all see but cannot connect?
Well my true opinion towards this is,
No matter what people only express the fake to view within a different mind than their own,
Not one that expresses true struggle,
As if its hard but deeply braking,
I truly believe people are the opposite on what they express from their own views nowadays on social media,
True opinions do not exist,
From the blockers of reality,
That cannot handle the difference between two different minds together."
-Ds-
The synchronicity of the Universe,
Sometimes it feels like a curse.
If it’s not one thing, it’s another
Broken things, one after the other.
The Universe moves in cycles
There is a change of energies.
The universe will challenge you
But also it looks after you.
It knows how much you can take.
You are strong, you won’t break.
The wheel will turn.
The Peace will return.
Lenny the Lush and Stoner Steve,
Headed for a party on the Hill.
With a couple hours before it started,
They stopped at a local Bar and Grill.
Hours later, they were feeling fine;
After several drinks and a pizza pie.
Before they made it to the party,
Lenny was drunk and Steve was high.
Going down an old country road,
Lenny was driving way too fast.
With both men having bloodshot eyes,
They didn't see the Cop they passed.
When the cherries flashed and siren blew,
Lenny decided he wouldn't stop.
So leaning forward and pedal down,
The Lush prepared to outrun the Cop.
Doing Eighty with tail end swerving,
Dust and gravel hung in the air.
Braking too hard at the corner,
The Policeman rammed into the pair.
With broken glass and twisted metal,
Their cars crashed into the ditch.
Running towards them with pistol drawn,
They heard, "Don't you two even twitch!"
With cuts and bruises on their bodies,
Missed the party but could tell the tale.
Lenny the Lush and Stoner Steve,
Today reside in the County Jail.
kissed by the blues (lyric)
hay baby
hay you
do you know
why i
listen to the blues
why i
like that little
heart braking tune
it so i can remeber
you!
the good and the bad
of loving you
oh!
sometimes
i cry
sometimes i laugh
but i still love to
cry over
losen you
you you you
you were my
good time
and my bad
you had my hart
in the begining
and now i am
sing my way to
the ending
and when the
last note
come flowing
from my heart
just know
that my
love runs
blue over you
WHY ME
I have a friend whose words to me was always "why me"
When ever he had a conflict with a member of his staff it was "why me"
My answer to him was things will get better, as my father would say to me stay at the wicket and the runs will come.
When a simple thing like his car braking down it was "why me"
And again I would say stay at the wicket and the runs will come
He got married and when that did not work out it was "why me"
Finally I said "why not you" he became very wealthy at a young age, he worked very hard to become his own man, and with all his wealth he was still insecure and it was again, Juliet "why me"
My answer, to him was you have done everything in life before the age of forty-five, now that you are in your late sixties, try something different like services to those in need without expecting anything in return.
His answer was "yes why not me"
His life is much richer and fulfilled these days, by serving others in need
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