The endless and finine examples of chaos we see
The neverending bad choices we're given
They cannot fathom to be
No more than a quicken schism
I bless my thoughts so they may get better
But the world lays down all hope to rot
its as if time and fate would rather
Force us to choose between having freedom or not
Is it the arrow while in its flight?
That determines what is in its sight?
More likely the archer, with steady aim.
Shot not to kill, but to hurt and to maim.
At last, he’ll release his final revenge.
It’s not his choice, the flight to abate,
The target chosen as if by fate.
The arrow its damage, it will do.
The deed is done, the archer is through.
Now he can stop his honor less binge.
Revenge was not the ultimate cure,
For all the pain he had to endure.
A forgiveness path should have been taken,
A better path, be not mistaken.
Love enters in to act as a hinge.
Opening the door to understanding,
Knowledge enters and is expanding.
Two people beginning to comprehend,
Like a willow tree, they too can bend.
They begin to see hope on the fringe.
In death truth is told, the final sting.
The voice of justice begins to sing.
Those not able to make the right choice,
Understand their error from the voice.
All are harmed when the choice is revenge.
Soft musical chimes
Silenced by autumn's still air
Poised for winter
Never go there.
Where dark has captured daylight.
Never go there.
Where there is no singing of birds.
Never go there.
Where there is no pulse of the heart.
Never go there.
Where there are not any interactions of love.
Go there, where there is much daylight.
Where it is filled with songs of birds.
Any kind of songs of the world.
A melodious song can bring happiness in love.
And can relieve the boringness of life.
Go there, where it is filled with intimacy.
Money may win in this world, we may give all our dreams to have money.
We may give all our mind and heart and love for money.
We may walk and sleep and eat with others just for money.
We may turn away from our truth for money.
Money may led us to places we never could imagine.
Money is powerful, making us have motivation, to do things we never dreamed of.
Money wins sometimes in this world, because without it we have to suffer the loss of stuff.
Money has power but we have choice, the ability to choose and not fall into the lost.
Lifting prayer to God, today and always.
The sharpest words are often words unspoken –
Hurt bestowed by a double bind
—Bruised by silence.
Wanton desire to be a double entendre –
A quiet imprisoned reprieve
—An empathetic, bound choice.
My vote has been cast in restraint –
In the still of the love I carry
—Averting the cost of my voice.
An atheist living soul was floating above on deathbed,
because if he touched it, he would leave this world.
He let the pain out and screamed through his dying soul.
A guy who was once drenched in every bit of gold
comes to him and says:
“I want to make a compromise with your soul and body—
I will save you, but for the rest of your life,
you have to serve me.”
But then suddenly the man who created every bit of the universe
comes to him and says:
“I will save you, but for the rest of your life,
you have to believe I am real.”
Then the living soul thought:
It’s no different. Both are slavery,
but in different ways.
But he thought,
since he questioned God in the life he lived before,
he would face judgment for that.
Either way, he was going to hell.
He was thinking of every possible possibility
that would grant him some life.
But he died in his imagination while sleeping.
– THEBLOODYPEN
Today's the day Lucky Luke
trades his hat in for a tuque
not sure his fashion choice and flair
will still be a hit with ladies everywhere
You ask for a choice
Right or left
Up or down
You demand an answer
Does it matter what is said
My choice is always wrong
So why do you ask
Especially when you do not want to know
How about you make it easy
Don’t ask for a choice
That would stop so much pain and save a lot of time
And maybe just maybe, prevent most mental illness
© Poem – XVIII/VIII/MMXXV
LRET
lickety-split is my word of choice
loving the rare 1863 buffalo nickel
too many coins to put in the machine
crazy ways about you, not to be mean
furiously fast, frenzied, frazzled and discombobulated
Two dimes are spit out by this machine, not related
likety splickety schmickety blickety hickety licky diky mee
what type glow turn into fury?
You ask me why I live in cave
Caveman not want to be a slave
I take a chance and look around
I see that people act like clown
Your little ones you not take care
You always running here and there
You drop them off at crazy school
No discipline when they break rule
They spend their time in front of screen
You wonder why they act so mean
They don’t know sex or what is real
By age of ten know how to kill
Government tells you what to do
You give up trying to be you
Purpose of life, make more money
Hate is growing it not funny
I choose a life here in my cave
Not make a choice to be a slave
I took the chance to look around
No way I’d choose to live in town
Two paths diverged into the woods,
some choose the easier path.
I followed my heart and chose to go straight.
It was a treacherous path and made me the best I could be.
I’m glad I chose the harder way,
It was the right choice for me.
I hope that you will chose as well,
Blazing a trail only you can travail.
scrabble is my game of choice
carrace, lamesbe and myjoyce
seven letters I make into a word
the time I spend on this is so absurd
two to six hours a day
I make words in a clever way
scrabble forever appeals to me
putting words together, my happy glee
A life of false happiness
Or death by defiance
They claim we have a choice
But what kind of choice is a life of imprisonment or a death penalty
An eternal life of isolation
Or an eternity of nothingness
With choices like that who needs control
Or to be caged by manipulation
For us the ideal choice
Would be death
To go out on our own terms
A slight chance of freedom
Because who would want to live a life suffocated by fear
Or is the other option better
Where we exist in an eternal abyss Of unconsciousness
Why for us can't we have peace
Instead of fighting for equality
Everyday is a struggle
Living up to expectations unattainable
Where being black automatically means
Scrutinization is part of the clause
Irreversible
And every move we make is questionable
Is this our shared legacy
Where acceptance we are hungry
Where we have this ache for a different history
Or at least have the life those before us wanted in our line of ancestry
To live a life where the burdens we are forced to carry
Are taken away so life will not be so heavy
Here you are.. As am I.' This Intesection of
The internet is where todays (crossroads lie)
On the highway of the internet.' Here I call out
And cry..' Save your soul turn to Jesus He gave
All for you don't pass by.' Call Him into your being, His will is
That not all shall die.'
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