Plump and odd if it be round, for it being not its true girth,
albeit a perturbed belly is lacking as a mind revels in mirth,
as distant time and nigh rebels cause to fester pang worth.
For time begs the favor of that quill’s revival to regale its destiny,
as written walls forbearing thoughts, courses the spirited a remedy,
paper I have, but envelopes are in want, a late hour, a store's journey.
A store tends only a box of purple envelopes, as its price kills me more,
I relish the idea of the recipient who mirrors my mind on an even score,
ha, as I laugh in the gloom of no measure, stands I, keyless at the door.
An open window saved me—somewhat, as I grasped the desk nearby,
I felt it squished, splurting the unfinished work and my efforts applied,
loss bears its weight in value, I mailed purple graped, a knock replies I.
I am a pine cone tree in the Evergreen state of Washington
My lower branches hang downward, that slap the unwary with pine needles, pine cones, and a hidden —squirrel
The mid branches stretch out for birds to congregate for their nesting
While the upper branches in its smaller gamut reach for the sun
We rally together in the face of windstorms
Albeit, we stand helpless as our forgiving aged remnants tend beneath our girth as the drying summer —heat threatens us
The beast's droppings enrich our soil
Rainwater nourishes us for the furtherance
We exalt in the sands' host of its endless pour through time
And revel in the promise of our pine cone familial forest, assuring our survival's worth
The struggle real while inside I search myself
Looking find peace among my depths darkness feeds
Pain in life, which side do you choose
That I am me, not of world I hunger
For death is certain the short coming dream
Fight for life or right to live free
Created a constituted law to existence being
Purpose which we live our heart's given
Was it love our ambition once derived the soul
Before of age, how I long passing winds
Once youth of a nation the minutes tick away
Future fades my eyes yet I feel I fail
Humanity uncharted, unchanged biblically tales are told
We are not free, even ourselves denials truth
Living shoes of another journeyer steps
Like world, ancestors buried in vain misery
Only joy, peace they sleep loves emotion
To be with one is to be alone deeply felt
I reach the cold breaths warmth as if alive
A wolf's howl, domination in unity survival instinct
I am lone wolf, the bear I eat before dawning
My strength, the man I change be not my demise but life I carry
Realistic, reality to truth is change in yourself quietness waits
With winged truth and wisdom,
I bear secrets and change
that may aid human journeys.
My caws sound guidance to
persuade soul growth and as
helm, I join earth to God’s realm.
We rise not solely by our own,
But by the seeds of grace we've sown—
In helping hands and kind replies,
In weary smiles and tear-wiped eyes.
No throne outshines a servant’s grace,
Who bends to lift the lowly place.
Their crown is forged in quiet deeds,
In tending wounds, in meeting needs.
The measure of a soul is told.
Not by the wealth their coffers hold,
But by the light their presence gives—
By how they help others live.
A gentle word, a silent prayer,
A soul who simply stops to care—
These acts, though small, are great indeed,
They heal the world in time of need.
For service is a sacred art,
It shapes the hands and molds the heart.
It does not seek the loud applause,
But honors truth, and lifts just cause.
Each time we kneel to bind a shoe,
Or guide a path, or see it through—
We echo through the ancient song
That says: To serve is to belong.
We are not islands set apart
But waves that stir the common heart.
Our fate is bound by thread and flame—
No face is foreign, none to shame.
So let us walk this human way,
With humble strength, day after day.
To serve, to love, to gently be—
The keepers of our dignity.
I’d simply like this freedom:
To love, in every season;
Am I just a heathen:
Someone who’s not worth believing?
Let her be my queen when,
It’s a purpose that is needed,
And loving her, my reason,
‘Til I’m breathing,
Six feet in –
limping through nights alley
bottles bones and tin
odd shadows told me
turn the corner, run into yourself
and then you’ll never limp again
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ready for black belt test
green is the arena
protected by aura
fairy umbrella dewed
like teddy
eddy whorls
but steady
spready tail
winning wed
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A quietude came over me.
Not unlike stars on the tip of a Blackbird's
beak;
Not unlike the Blackbird, unaware of it's beauty,
Not unlike stars, shining either way.
Good, bad, day and night.
Opposites that once fought hard, vanquished in a sea of delight,
--by the cold of some foggy dawn.
With this in mind,
I drew the longest breath I could.
And for the sake of dew and bark
on my lips,
unclenched my fist and let God go.
Ascending into the warp time zones of my mind
Jilted and jaded it all plays the same
Lost in inception caught in transparency
I want to break away
Not willing to fade
I stand here today
Incredibly humble
But seeking something more
I've been here and there
Shined in the light of shame
Coward in the dark of truth
Seeking some change
Carry the burden of pain
I wish to rise above the negative
A positive line is what I long for
It's not what I seem to be capable of
Alone and afaird is there somewhere to go
Beyond here
When it all crumbles
It falls apart
What will it take
What do I do
Where do I go
Is the destination clear
Is the goal absolute
In the challenges of today the past haunts the soul
In times of decent I need to outreach this bubble
I feel I deserve what is yet to come
Wish I had a clear vision
A course to follow with no obstacles
But life is not about easy its not about hard but it is what you make it out to be
Just continue forward
Never step back because in the end
This day means more then yesterday
It states that this is who I am
And I will always be the one that changes me.
He’ll stuff a rich cream-puff crony
While food for have nots is phony
As Donald can cook
And serves each poor schnook
Trump steaks—Wait no…it’s baloney!
Seeds crushed in soil.
In bleak, black, mud they boil.
Upward they toil.
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when i look at hern
there'z noth'n than
my selfish
blush
when i touch hern
her benefic ignites mine
flush
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NICKELS AND DIMES
Senseless life
Value null
Homeless Man
Streets my home
Alone in roam
No Bed just a pavement in the corner
Passer by pennies dropped
Other times nickels and dimes
Life being bitter
My name I don’t even remember
Societies outcast
The unfortunate
A life that was once striving
Now not having
The forgotten
Family that turned its back
It’s beyond fact being reality
Weathered my own storms
Sunny days living in darkness
No one knows the trouble I am in
Tears that no longer fall
Words no longer expel
My own unbreakable chains
Despair moment
The street my education
Wearing clothes all I have
Sadness with no smiles
A homeless man stuck on still
Virtues no more
Just an image decorating the pavement
The fortune of nickels and dimes
Dreadful story
There you have it
Homeless man morse.
H HUMANITY
U UNITY
M MOBILIZE
A ACTION
N NOBLE
R REMINDER
I INSIGHT
G GLORIFY
H HISTORY
T TEACH
S SOLVENCY
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