Did I ever mention
that I am always at the Center of Attention
even when I try my best
not be like the rest?
What do others see
in me?
I want to be a ghost
but end up being a host.
It sounds ridiculous
but even when I try to be inconspicious
I am spotted by the spies
with their eagle eyes.
Maybe the only solution
is to jump right into the pollution
and to stay away from the center
and to be as loud
as the rest of the crowd.
No center
a center separates~
no-center
seemingly is
synonymous with
autonomy's ending
and a felt sense of
freedom~
Incoming... outgoing calls
People are like call center
The hypocrites and the real
In a moment entertaining
Too formal on the onset
Someone is address by name
Someone has sent by God
To help resolve the issue
Everyone is please objectively
No subject taken by emotion
It's an error to give your views
But reason of mutual understanding
Somehow clear the smoke
Profit solution for the business
Say clearly no room for ambiguity
Never leave conversation mark in the heart
At the end, wisdom gain favor on your side.
turbulence unrelenting
despite sand blown eyes
squinting
all I could see was you…
tossed around
slammed to the ground
dazed and confused
still
all I could see was you…
hope eternal
in the midst of furious hell
upon me that fell
still
all I could see was you…
as I drank from a bitter cup
of tears and fears
my vision transfixed
all I could see was you…
mind bent
knees skint
still
all I could see was you…
locked in my sight
giving me the might
to not give up
through the darkness
into the forgiving light
I made it through
you were my beacon
shining bright
through it all
never losing sight
I kept my eyes on you….
Thrust in the center of the storm,
all I could see was you;
Brewing at the zenith of your strength,
so hard to get through.
But I dared rising up
and chose to let you go,
before ruining my life
and lead me to an absolute fiasco.
You’ve embraced more
yourself and your vices,
Always coming home intoxicated
All you’ve were void promises
Inflicting sufferings, bruises…
I couldn’t endure anymore.
So exhausted!
Thrust in the center of the storm,
all I could see was you;
Cyclone’s eye was at your throne
thrusting me so harshly to,
But I was fervor enough
to ask resilience from up above;
Survived by His grace,
I've moved on easily lifting my face.
Having found a peaceful life
I’ll rebuke my license as your wife
Your daughter and I will be together
I can be both her mother and father.
The Kennedy Center is known to the world
For honoring those in the arts –
From Ella Fitzgerald, Count Basie, Astaire,
Whose talents top all of the charts.
Sinatra, Gene Kelly, L. Bernstein, Kazan
And Benny and Lena and Merce,
Ray Charles, Lucille Ball, Isaac Stern and George Burns,
The list both profound and diverse.
Belafonte and Ailey and Hepburn and Peck,
Gillespie and Sondheim, the Who;
Aretha and Dylan and Kander and Ebb,
Judith Jamison, Chuck Berry, too.
Baryshnikov, Quincy, Paul Simon and Cash,
Warren Beatty, James Taylor and Cher;
Tina Turner and Spielberg and Barbra and Tharp,
Yo Yo Ma, Dustin Hoffman – all there.
Al Pacino and Elton, De Niro and Streep,
Lily Tomlin, Santana and Sting;
LL Cool J and Reba and Joni, Mel Brooks,
Lionel, Dick Van Dyke, Carole King.
There are more I’ve not mentioned, but going ahead,
It is going to be quite a shock
When the Kennedy Center will honor, perhaps,
Village People or maybe Kid Rock.
Oh, I fear for this country in so many ways
And it feels we’ve been stabbed in our hearts
With the Kennedy Center now being run
By a man with no stake in the arts.
We're all bound for a quest to the center
Unprepared when we finally enter
Find a good guru to be your mentor
Or, better be your own best inventor
29 words
I'm losing my center
I melt from within
Soft on my heartstrings
You slip through my skin
I'm needing to hold you
So please let me try
For today is a lifetime
And tomorrow another goodbye
Remember last summer
when we took the hog
on up to the mountains
and through hot spring falls
the flowers a whirl
of purple and green
I hold you too tight
And you slip through my wings
I'm needing to hold you
So please let me try
For today is a lifetime
And tomorrow another goodbye
Remember that dive bar?
How we snuck out back
And smoked that dirt weed and ate delicious snacks
You told me you loved me,and I believed to be true
So please let me hold you before i'm just dreaming of you
I'm needing to hold you
So please let me try
For today is a lifetime
And tomorrow another goodbye
I'm losing my center
I melt from within
Soft on my heartstrings
You slip through my skin
I'm needing to hold you
So please let me try
For today is a lifetime
And tomorrow another goodbye
I may seem as
Center of this..a
Conventional
Separate I..yet
I appear
Whether believed
Separate or not..
Belief and not
Are already This...
stingrays want to play
turtles under heat lamp bathe
playful seahorses
Living Well — Dying Well
precepts of destiny
bookends of fate
(Dreamsleep: February, 2024)
+ —
Patience and time
Courage or fear
Pleasure then pain
Smiles and tears
Future and past
Joy or remorse
Vision when blind
Blessing or curse
Borrow or steal
Praise and then blame
Life unto death
Loss or a gain
Reason and anger
Random or fate
Plussing the minus
— open the gate
(Dreamsleep: February, 2024)
Body & Soul
Disease …
robs you
of your health
Dementia …
robs you
of yourself
(Dreamsleep: February, 2024)
I want to be God
Just as I was meant
I wanna be loved
In and out of the tent
I want to be praised
All throughout the world
Want to be adored
By the loveliest girl
And just as the world
Will come to its end,
I want it to be said,
“He was better than men.”
I want to be God
The kind in the book
You’ve perused His name
You’ve heard how it took
I want to go back
To 1247
‘Cause in my estimation,
That was close to Heaven
But Heaven exists
On the top of a pearl
Let’s abandon this thing —
Let’s give it a whirl —
I want to be God
The instiller of fear
Oh won’t that be sweet
To be held so dear
So deep in the pavement
Beneath human feet
The killer of traffic
The idol of meek
I’ll creep and I’ll crawl
Like a certain snake
There’ll be no limit
To the abuse I can take
So God is a question
And God is a snack
God sits on a throne
In a Missouri shack
God does his business
And wipes with his hands
The squalor of reason
Is what God understands
You’ll see the difference
All throughout the land:
The inglorious servant
Will one day gain command
Just like visiting walmart- but with truckers and yogurt
Run the ferocity's lines—
Latitude and longitude,
Where cold and heat— touch from God
To comfort, confront.
Homemade baked goodies
knitted quilts and crocheted towels
grandma's on the loose
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