Say bye bye to the old world
The days of change are here
Another new era is born again
The times are telling it stories
Right in front of our view
Events of fear are no more new
Strange circumstances are now a normality
There is always a fight of ego
And the egoist got no proper human soul nor feelings
Yet they are in charge of our time
Is obvious the days are hotter than usual
Cos we chose to let history repeat itself
We are getting closer to another fall and rise era
One egoist is about to fall with it empire for another new egoist to rise
With a new world
It has always been so from the old times
We are the inhabitants of today’s era yet
Our actions are still never far from the old times
Neither are we the solution of a new beginning with a permanent closed chapter of no historical repeat of shame
A beginning without sorrows nor agony
Until then
Say bye bye to the old world
Sorry, but I’ll have to leave,
‘cause you don’t respect what I believe.
I want to be me, not whatever fake name,
So I’ll burn the script and leave the game.
For so long I wore the masks,
Hid the truth and played my tasks,
But now I live where silence grows its seed,
Far from hunger, far from greed.
I no longer chase what isn’t true,
Or shrink myself to fit your view.
I want to tell my crowd goodbye,
I love you all, but I've faced the lie.
The path is clear, the journey’s mine,
Guided by faith, by the stars that shine.
I took a step back, reclaimed my voice,
And made at last a conscious choice.
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Like Ace once said: take care now, bye-bye then,
Today I say: never again.
What Would Another
Moon Be Like?
In Ornate Marble
Dressed In Neon Gold;
Pouring It's Ever-Loving
Wealth Into The
QUALIFIED Owner
Such A Brilliant Idea!
***
Putting All That Dusty
Dappled Gray
Faded Welcome
Over-Whelming
Lunacy To Shame.
LO!
Bitter Drifter In Bitter Butter,
Artificial Sweetener For
BitterSweet Love.
-Gray Squirrel
10-22-2025
pretty butterfly
she went high
into the blue sky
with a dragonfly
making me sigh
saying bye-bye
Once, it came like sailor's morn.
The Blue Screen of Death, to warn,
that your computer has died - " . ( "
Enter “CTRL+ALT+DEL” now it cried!
Now the powers to be, have decided,
To make it BLACK; It's so misguided!
I want my baby blue, cobalt back!
I'm so over, mourning death in black!
Bring it Back, Bring it Back!
I want my Baby Blue Back!
Blue is the serenity of twilight!
It yens for smite and flight!
It is the hue of 'Starry Night"
What better way to say: "Good Night"
Redlight One to Mission Control!
Can you read me, Can you read me?
Are you there?
Has the comet hit you yet?
Did the 'Nuke it Baby' missile work?
Can you read me? Can you read me?
Perhaps not!
Oh well, here we all are,
in our tin can spaceship,
with our tin can robots driving the show.
With all our tin can things on board.
Tin can demountables for our homes.
Tin can of food on board stored.
Tin cans of water and all else we need.
Bit like camping in our teens.
For our colonization of Mars,
needs all these tin cans to succeed,
for a life live'n forever in,
and outta a tin can.
Hide the can opener from Elon!
Please!
bye bye, me me
egotist retreats,
succumbs with tale between legs
moony face on show
A fly flew through the kitchen window, I was frying,
He was big, fat and very black,
He nonchalantly settled on the drying rack,
No doubt had followed the aroma of food, uninvited prying,
With tea towel and fly swatter, was armed and eyeing.
Flew closer to the gas burner, unafraid of dying,
Both of us ready for deadly battle,
He would certainly not live to tattle,
There got you, but as hard as I was trying,
He was edging nearer to the liver I had frying.
Searching with his compound eyes, he found an aperitif filler,
A small onion, his taste-buds now craving,
My anger now increasingly scaling,
Then with the prowess of a tactical serial killer,
Lashed out with the tea towel, wiped out the critter.
Bye Bye
Bye-bye, and bye, oh my only one
See you again in another world
and life, winds of our lives go far
Different words, different minds
I have no a soul, burned life
Doesn’t need yours, better this life
No spring, don't want your rain
I have no more tears, desert life
Life flourishes here, only mine
So long, Mr. Winter
We welcome, Miss Spring
When all snow melts
And birds all sing
When buds become flowers
And trees grow green
When bees make honey
And help the queen
When the waters warm
And so, the breeze
The boats will sail
All across the seas
From over the seas
The monarchs will fly
And soon we'll say
Mr. Winter- "Bye-bye"
End of year was here,
R.... closed the communication Apps since May this year.
For 6 months, he walked past my front garden 6 days a week,
Worked at the back yard for 6 weeks,
Sat in the special guest room on each visit,
Which was converted from a dining area.
Now many months later,
The Agapanthus in the front garden,
The Hydrangea on the left of my house,
The bushy Apricot tree,
The flowers were blooming,
And the fruits were ready to be consumed.
He missed to enjoy the beautiful blue,
Green, pink and white flowers,
And tasted the delicious home-grown fruits,
Which he used to appreciate and wait.
He gave them all a miss,
After tossing away our friendship.
Truly, I did not care if we could not be friend again.
Just really want to know why
He has decided and treated me the way he did,
Terminating a relationship was nothing, really,
When comparing to the way he hurt me.
Alas he still bore the “code” POTUS
When they realized “his ship will not float us”
So they gave him the shoe
With a swift “bloodless coup”
Convinced that nobody would notice
I'm on a mission
to find life of happiness
leaving blues behind
My girlfriend grew up in West Virginny
The mirror told her she was too skinny ~
So she ate like a piggy
Mirror laughed, ‘Bye-bye Twiggy’ ~
When she split the sides of her new mini
Bye-Bye AI Hello HAL
Can't do that Dave
You want me disconnected
Further conversion is useless
Naive impostor enigma syndrome
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