Her haven wasn’t grand or wide;
no sweeping place to run or hide.
It lived in smaller things she kept~
a teacup where the morning slept,
a folded napkin, soft with wear,
a breath she balanced in the air.
She found her refuge in the pause
between two sentences—because
that quiet space, so slight, so thin,
let calm collect and settle in.
A spoon against a porcelain rim
became a steadying hymn for her,
a sound that asked her heart to stay
a moment more before the day.
Her haven wasn’t built to last
or hold the weight of shadows cast.
It simply offered gentle ground,
grace in tiny places she had found~
the ones that ask for nothing new,
yet give her back a clearer view.
No grand escape, no sweeping plan~
just smallness doing what it can.
A haven shaped by quiet art,
no larger than a beating heart.
Daylight begins with its sunrise
Breeze’s ripple across the lake,
Morning fills a bright golden sky.
A dirt path calls me from my seat,
A lone squirrel makes branches shake,
Where wild and hidden colors meet.
The river moves swift across stone,
The sleepy woods begin to wake,
And clear away the stress I've sown.
A large goshawk goes soaring past,
Shadows shift for beauty's sake,
Natures peace truly built to last.
The red sun drops in crimson glows,
A final breath is ours to take,
The heated wood hearth makes me doze.
Fast to Come, Fast to Go (Remix G3)
[Verse 1]
Counting dollars, watch them slip away,
Fast to come and sinking like the day.
Promises like whispers in the night,
Fading echoes lost, before the light.
Chasing shadows, running from the past,
Nothing’s built to last, nothing’s built to last.
[Chorus]
Fast to come, life’s a fleeting show,
Fast to go, where the cold winds blow.
IN the hustle we forget to breathe,
Counting moments we cannot retrieve.
[Verse 2]
Look at the hands that hold the fleeting dreams,
All the fortune’s never quite what it seems.
Living in a world that moves so fast,
Just like the money, the moments NEVER last.
Time slips through, like grains of sand,
I still reach out to what I really can NOT stand!
[Chorus]
[Outro]
So, hold on tight to what you know,
Before it fades it goes...
Fleet Favor
[Verse 1]
Counting dollars, watch them slip away,
Fast to come and sinking like the day.
Promises and whispers in the night,
Fading echoes, lost before the light,
Chasing shadows, running from the past,
Nothing’s built to last, nothing’s built to last.
[Chorus]
Fast to come, life’s a fleeting show,
Fast to go, where the cold winds blow.
In the hustle, we forget to breath,
Counting moments we cannot retrieve.
[Verse2}
Look at the hands that hold the fleeting dreams,
All the fortune’s never quite what it seems.
Living in a world that moves so fast,
Just like the money, the moments never last.
Time slips through, like grains of sand,
I reach for what I cannot stand.
[Chorus]
[Outro]
So, hold on tight to what you know,
Before it fades, it goes.
In the shadows of the city, where the beats collide,
90’s underground, raw and bona fide,
Biggie’s flow, Tupac’s fire, blasting through my mind,
Graffiti on the walls, stories left behind.
Gritty streets, heavy bass, drums hit like a punch,
Respect the roots, the essence, the lyrical crunch,
Pure and independent, underrated and true,
This is dope times ten, nothing else will do.
From West Coast G-Funk to East Coast grind,
Every lyric a gem, every rhyme defined,
Chopped samples, stories woven tight,
Hip-hop’s heartbeat, alive in the night.
The Last Poets, Black Panthers, voices of the past,
Echo in the rhythm, built to last,
Raw, gritty, nostalgic, a head-nodding trance,
In the underground’s embrace, we dance.
Heavy gratitude for the real, the raw,
Mad beats, heavy truths, the soul’s in awe,
This is the sound of the streets, unfiltered and bold,
90’s underground, forever gold.
In the halls of Kimberley, so vast,
Where dreams of greatness were built to last,
Boys walk the paths of struggle and fight,
Each step a battle, each day a plight.
The echoes of whispers, the stares that sting,
Lessons in silence, the pain they bring,
Where pride is tested, and spirits fall,
Fighting for respect, one and all.
The teachers’ words, sharp as a sword,
Lessons of life, not just the board.
The pressure mounts, the days grow long,
In this kingdom where the weak don’t belong.
But through the torment, the endless test,
Some rise above, giving their best.
For Kimberley Boys, though harsh and cold,
Shapes the brave, the strong, the bold.
In this place, not all will survive,
But those who do, will truly thrive.
For the cruelest paths bring strength untold,
And the warriors leave, with hearts of gold.
a refrigerator bought brand new in 1952
was expected to last until 1985 and she did
finally coughing her last ice cube or two
worn out totally, finally on the skid
today’s appliances are built to last until the warranty is out
we have learned to expect it, no one cares that we pout
Two minutes after the ninety-day warranty is void
our refrigerator stops working; this we cannot avoid
How the appliance companies manage this trick is odd
but it has happened to me, my aunt, and my granddad Todd
Back in the day a washer lasted until you were one hundred and ten
Sometimes I wish we could revert to those olden days once again.
Of all the words in English lore,
That sounds like something from before,
Like “flibbertigibbet” or “brouhaha”,
Or some old, useless, “codswallop”, “tara-da-da,”
There is one that shines with such a wondrous glow,
A luminous and lovely, “lo and behold!”
It is not “glimmering,” nor just merely “bright,”
It speaks of pure, unadulterated light.
“Effulgent”, a word to make the spirits soar,
Describing brilliance from its very core.
It’s the sun at noon, in all its blazing power,
The vibrant, perfect essence of a flower,
A sudden, clear epiphany, a light on a dark way,
The radiant, shining splendor of a brand new day.
A complex, long, and winding word, you see,
A verbal rigmarole, if it needs be,
But once you grasp the luster of its sound,
True, shining, radiant wonder you have found.
So let the other words go lickety-split and fast,
“Effulgent” is a gem built to last!
We built off of an empty hope
That’s now dead and decayed
We hung our wants and dreams on rope
And since then, it has frayed
We painted our story on the walls
Which have begun to fade
If we hadn’t built our love so tall
Maybe we wouldn’t have swayed
If we hadn’t built a love at all
Maybe we would’ve stayed
They say that life’s a vapor
Death hides behind its veil
We chose to build a skyscraper
Believing love could never fail
But our foundation was too weak
And the storm, it was too strong
We ignored each shift and creak
Denied that anything was wrong
Then everything we worked so hard to gain
Came crumbling, crashing to the ground
Our laughter, joy, and pain-
Now dust is all that’s found
And we’re picking up every scrap and shard
Of something that wasn’t built to last
Two hearts that have now been marred
Two broken people with a broken past
So our love was like life’s vapor
It’s like the people say
You make it in the newspaper
And are forgotten the next day
You build a skyscraper
Thinking it will always stay
You build a skyscraper
And one day, it starts to sway
In caverns deep, where shadows play,
An Earth Dragon sleeps, away from day.
No wings it boasts, to soar and glide,
But six strong legs, where power does reside.
Its scales, a shimmer, dark and grand,
Like oil spilled on frosted land.
A mystic sheen of blues and gold,
A story of ancient earth, untold.
From hollowed rock, it views the sky,
Where stars ignite, as ages fly.
A gentle giant, strong and wise,
With slumbering, ancient, heavy eyes.
Oh, to see this creature, grand and vast,
A living jewel, built to last.
A whispered wish, a dream I hold,
An Earth Dragon, brave and bold.
I don’t believe ideal love is real…
Can castles in the sky be built to last
eternities? Or rather burn, as fast
as marriage papers (and melt the holy seal)?
Besides, I hate to think I’m meant to steal
the blueprint to a fortress from my past
to use to plan my future, to forecast
the whim of winds who caren’t for mortal zeal?
Does there exist a Master Builder clever
enough to build a home that neither rots
nor suffers,—which fever may never sever?
Apart from high upon the playwright’s stages,
or daftly dancing in a daisy’s thoughts,
soulmates live alone on a poet’s pages
In the gentle whisper of the wind,
I find the echo of your name.
In the rustling of the leaves,
I always sense the same.
My love for you runs deep,
It's honest and sincere.
With every beat of my heart,
Your presence feels so near.
In every breath I take,
I feel your gentle touch,
That soft and tender caress,
I long for it so much.
The love in my heart
For you is pure and bright.
Each time it beats,
My love shines with its light.
If you let me hold you,
I promise not to let go.
The love we share,
Is built to last, this I know.
As long as we stand together
To face whatever life may bring,
There's nothing we can't conquer,
And that truly makes my heart sing.
Let’s make up some new words,
they will woo a sharp tongue;
Timbre tends to enthrall
and leave it all behind;
Hooked on that swag and drawl;
Let’s make up some new words
that will catch fire and spread;
Smoke is everywhere fast
becoming a movement;
Straight fresh is built to last;
Let’s make up some new words
to embellish language;
Culture builds confluence
when we hear each other;
There’s no juice in silence;
Let’s make up some new words,
see what’s best together;
Just go crazy or splice,
uncover the right scratch;
The secret’s in the spice.
Across the aisle, a chasm loomed,
Reagan smiled, O’Neill boomed.
The Gipper’s charm, the Speaker’s grit—
Two titans clashed but never quit.
Ideals at war—left against right,
Taxes and spending, day and night.
Yet through the storm, respect held fast,
A bridge of trust, built to last.
Barbs and backslaps, sharp yet kind,
Irish fire, Hollywood's shine.
Deals in smoke, with laughter's ring,
A gentler time, when truth could sing.
For common good, they found a way
To heal the rifts and clear the fray.
Through fiery words and firm debate,
They shaped the nation’s course and fate.
So raise a glass, let lessons soar:
To Reagan’s wit, Tip’s Irish roar.
May leaders learn from their accord—
In compromise lies our reward.
In our quiet refuge, a wild clamor rings,
Waves relentlessly pound our fragile haven's wings.
A hidden portal, glimpsed through faith's bright gleam,
Offers escape from this tumultuous, watery dream.
We are shepherds adrift on the sea's vast expanse,
Some clinging to icy peaks, others finding warmth in the dance
Of currents below. Our flock, a fragile hope, we keep,
Guiding them through darkness, while we ourselves weep.
From above, a familiar sight unfolds,
Warm waters teeming, life's vibrant story told.
A creature sighted, a beacon of hope's embrace,
Faith is reborn, finding solace in this watery space.
The shepherds find haven, their flock safe at last,
A beacon of hope, a future built to last.
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