Confetti on the floor and the curtains close, a shadow amidst the crowd catches her eye
The deft moves and the grin of a Cheshire cat
And the stars in her eyes
Fell for the glamour and the vibes
Vowed to the art, till the bright sunrise
Then the clock strikes twelve and the sleepless night
Brings the opal-eyed knight to a lifeless fight, of the tales and the cuts
And the chaos of the worlds, they portray
Where they shine, where the pieces truly shatter
The life of the gray and the brave
The showgirl survives yet another sky
Then the king walks down, to the aisle through the hall
Watches her carry out, the story of her downs
And ups and seas, and the talons of her enemies
Imprinted on the plays she puts forth, through the magical prose
And the showgirl sees, the little-st of her dreams, in reality
Wakes up from the fate of the fortuitous mistake, the lights dim down
But the glow never dwindles cause she wears the crown
A vessel of hope, a beacon of woe
The showgirl survives yet another night.
Wearing the champion beau crown
William's port the dude's tug was bound
Sapphire ring
Shined with bling
Lucky, very happy
Not sappy
Snow coming down hard
Staring from the bar
"Time, I carry out this mission,
It is her decision,
Destiny on my side
She will decide
Doing the right thing
Since I am her King"
There she was
Showing Princess buzz
Until the liberty bell sent a response
"Anything else are their wants?
Voice shouted, filled with demand
Making the command
"Formal nice white dress
Bridesmaids will be impressed
Romance
Special dance
Day reserved for me
Is what I decree"
Months later
Brotherly love paid her
Weather turned warm
And a family was born
Creating a Queen for the day
Hearing people say
"Good luck," sending off the pair
Confirming a permanent affair
Loving emotions that cannot be compared
Since once the key stone is unlocked
Married couples are off the marketing block
What they do is different
From what they preach or say
Their teachings are brainwashing
Because they don't act accordingly
Only the blind and those asleep
Are their sheeps and slaves
The awaken and the seers
They always wrestle with.
If you don't go their way
They're going to come for you
Forgetting that, even
When you do what they do
You can't do it like they did it
There are many ways to do things
The best way is doing it your way.
The best way to lead
Is leaving a legacy
For the people to follow
Not inputting fears into the people
Or creating laws to control them
So you can carry out your propaganda
We all already know the golden rule
All we need is knowledge
To build heaven here on earth
Hosea 4:6 My people perish
Because of lack of knowledge.
I worship.
I worship the toothbrush that sits on my sink.
Bristles are tired,
Bent,
Worn.
I worship my pants
That barely fit on my hips, and fall below my heels.
I worship my phone, my computer.
My connections and my entertainment.
My blue light,
Humming and buzzing.
I worship my hair.
Despite how oily and
Frizzy and wild and unkept
It might appear at times, I really,
Really do worship it.
I worship home.
At times it might be creaking, busting at it’s seams.
Out of it, wailing and cries emit.
I worship the board.
I worship the screeching wheels,
Grinding on the pavement,
I worship that pavement.
A ritual I carry out every day I breathe.
I worship people. Good, pure, kindhearted people.
I worship family. I worship friends.
I worship life.
Look around for someone or something that you Love; Carry out an act of random kindness towards them (during panic attack).
Think about how much you appreciate the person, animal or object. Think about how lucky you are to have them. Go to them and do something kind for them, they don't have to know why.
If it's an object, go and hold it; appreciate it - clean it up, or re arrange it.
If its an animal, give them a big hug, give them a stroke and a maybe a treat...
If its a person, carry out an act of random kindness towards them, and hug them too if you can.
In short - give away love (mid panic attack) and appreciate any who will receive it.
Put all your attention on the person / animal, object you appreciate, and think about how much you appreciate and love them, instead of the temporary feelings of terror - (which will soon pass)...
Think about how lucky you are to be with the one, or object you love; and think about what you could do for them, as an act of selfless kindness - from a place of love.
This is selfless service - or drinking from the holy grail... metaphorically speaking;
This may help some... ?? Best wishes, U.P
I was running down the street being chased by reflections of me
I ran to a cliff and my body got stiff
One inch closer and I will fall I have seconds til I end it all
I called on God during my time of desperation
He is the sovereign, an all-consuming fire
My spirit is in need of a healing desire
Regrets come to me back to back
Baby steps cause my stumbling because knowledge I lack
At first, I had too much pride to ask for forgiveness
Too scared to pray because I thought nobody would listen
Not disciplined enough to carry out my own penance
Afraid of the ground giving way
Hoping I would go into pitch black before I hit
I really don’t think I’m going to make it
I have seconds to try and bargain with God for my life or to hurry up and take it
I forgive the void for chasing, hunting me down and erasing me
As I plummet deeper into the ground I can’t cry, die, or run because there’s no way out
I have seconds left to live and my time is over and out
The system failed us all
But none wanna take the blame
Not even the leaders
This s makes us lame
Even when we're in our lane
Working with confident
They do negligent
Forgetting we got evident.
Instead of shutting negativity down
They wanna shut the city down
Just to perform the rituals
So they can carry out their evil acts
They keep generational wealth
But keep neglecting the people's well being.
Instead of working on the security sector
They try to bring their own setup
Giving section and sanction which is law
That only suits their insecurities
Because they know the damage they've done
The graduates have to work for illiterates
A city where the skillful and competent works for the tyrants and incompetent.
Human life is sublime creation of Him
Every birth has certain intent.
Preaching or praying
Can’t get you the unsurpassed Moksha
Indeed, He never anticipates them
Identify the chore and accomplish it.
Obstacles may hamper your attention
Continue the journey without stopping by woods
Action and result are like water and a lotus leaf
Water can never make a lotus leaf wet
Let not your mind get agitated by the outcome
You carry out action ; He manifests result.
If you rejoinder your conscience,
You can steadfast in front of God.
But God questions only those who evade
What is stupendous? Living after dying.
Though you're oblivious to the outside,
You reside somewhere on the inside.
You're a part of me,
I become a turbulent sea.
You arise from the unknown,
You shoot your arrows,
And I bear the sorrows—
These are not seeds I have sown.
You hide in the stygian night,
You carry out your bidding even while I'm in the light.
I fight the unseen,
They remain invisible on the screen.
I journey across borders and into new territories,
I wander through meadows,
Which fall into various categories.
You sometimes emerge from the shadows.
You're my inky self,
Dwelling in depths beyond the pages of a book on the shelf.
I'm a mirror of the strange—
Through the continuum of time, there hasn't been any change.
August 6, 2025.
You beckon to me, and I respond.
You open the door and take me by the hand.
You guide me as I see, learn, and sometimes comprehend.
You script and unfurl,
And I play my role, desiring to add my lines.
The elements, like soldiers, carry out their duties—
Unseen, but sometimes summoned by the sages.
This is a mystery from ages past;
Sometimes these soldiers are fiery and bold.
You lead me along a path that yesterday never saw and tomorrow longs to know.
I follow where the stream flows,
Keeping hope alive,
Holding the lamp through every struggle.
Though I may not understand all that I see,
I journey across the sea.
It is a privilege to be embraced by you,
And an honour to be held by you.
Though sometimes redemption feels like a tale,
And Zion seems like a lost city.
May 26, 2025.
An Amazing Son
I wouldn’t trade you for the world.
I enjoy spending time with ya.
All my belongings will be yours one day.
You will carry out my last name.
I miss you when we're not together.
When I’m gone, I will still be with you forever.
You're growing up too fast.
Together we have a blast.
You're always eating all my food.
Never run out of nachos.
You're an amazing kid.
One day you will be a grown man.
I’m always here when you need me.
Wecould hang out and watch T.V.
You have a great imagination.
You are my son.
One day, you can read all of my writings.
Wecan go out for some chicken wings.
You always make me laugh.
All the girls will be chasing after ya.
The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.
You can be whoever you want to be.
Each person has his own teacher and mentor
By their example, they inspire us to go through life
Attain and arrive to our peaks with dignity
To achieve success in everything we do
I want to express my sincere gratitude
To mentors and teachers for our knowledge
Teacher, mentor is a vocation
A destiny from God, a calling of the soul
Only the strong at heart
Can carry out this noble mission.
Two wood pigeons on the hedge
Two thrushes fly low
Over the uncut lawn
Unfamiliar voices behind the door
Then the door opens
Two men carry out packed cardboard boxes
In a few minutes the loading is finished
A man's voice speaks on the phone from the garden
I turn away, looking towards the road
A car door slams behind me
I close my eyes, while the car hisses by
What a relief: they finally drove away.
I lean against the fence
The birds singing in the neighbouring garden
I suddenly breakdown:
Goodbye, goodbye...
I'm afraid to say more
Though no one is listening
The house is empty
Who’d have thought it would become
The past archive, so soon?
One last look at the garden?
I don't believe they cared.
They've got plenty of pictures
With her blooming garden, so that'll do.
They don’t know
I have her comments on every photo
A gallery of roses, cacti, pansies, petunias
Her olive tree, and blue hyacinths
She said they were blooming already
On the 5th of March, one day before our time stopped
And another time entered
I don’t have to count it, do I
We don’t live there.
Life is full of daily routine
just things we do each day
they can get pretty boring
but they are required come what may
We have a set of things to do
that needs discipline to carry out
but other situations cross our path
needing our attention to what's about
But even when the days is just ordinary
humdrum as we call it here
there's a purpose for everything
so keep prodding on and never fear
Sometimes in the routine of life
extraordinary reveals itself so clear
then you think where did it come from
keep alert to your listening ear
There's a picture here by routine
that opens your eyes to see
in life before death look ahead
it may be what will set you free
I HAVE EVERY THING.
I have a family,
The only member in it was me.
I have a partner in crime,
We both steal some time.
To beat the cancer and disease.
I have a partner in music,
We both played by the ears.
He played drum, guitar, then ukelele.
I played guitar, harmonica, then keyboard.
We read no music notes.
We both played piano.
I have a long lost dear friend,
I do not know how to make amend.
I have acquaintances,
We carry out the same performances.
I have a lover,
Who tried to be clever than me unnecessary.
I have a confession to make,
I still help you in secret ways.
I have an idea,
You turn all my theories into practices.
I have a dream,
A book full of my poems' stream.
I have an enemy,
That was me and me only.
I have last words to say,
I left you but my feelings continued to stay.
I have a dying wish,
I can compose one piece of music
Using my personal music language.
I have a secret,
Ssshhh!!!, I am not telling.
I have everything
Nothing is plenty enough for me.
Winter comes and it freezes.
It will leave and come back another year.
But the cancer and the incurable disease,
May come back and end our lives any time.
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