My dear, I have only just woken up
and opened the refrigerator
to take out
some joys, some sorrows, and a few blessings.
I wrote a song
and fed it birthday-cake.
The fennel flowers have remained just the same,
only the chair kept beside the window
does not want to sit there anymore.
And on it, last night’s moon
has folded away its white shirt.
I picked it up,
shook it gently,
and a few old afternoons
came tumbling down.
Then I went out to the balcony
and saw
an ant, very slowly,
changing the co-ordinate of my home.
I said nothing to it.
These days, those who have to leave,
on their way out,
should not be called back.
The fennel flowers have remained just the same.
She wrote her religion
in the sand
I looked at it, said
Nope
Don't understand
She took my hand, said
Then come over here
and try
Squint one eye
lift your chin
slightly
Right there!
See?
Uumm ... a little
Then I said "excuse me"
to the sky
And when it moved out of the way
I could finally see
Tolerance
Dear Mr Putin.' At this time, of world need
Is there? Any possibility? In the middle east
Conflict you could intercede.? After so many millions of lives were tortured and lost, just in your own Russia, when hitlers
Armies marched across, i will give that monster no more time..I move back to today and now, and the need of a well balanced character.' In a world of deceit, well defined.
Amid, threats of global chaos.' I beleive you
Would have the ear; of others,
who lead that
Might assist, and to be fair..Its you and trump i
Have mostly studied, so here i will desist.'
you i
See are a tested statesman, who holds his
Line, and protects his reserves, a Christian
By self assertion, dear Mr Putin would you
Perhaps now serve.? By contacting those you feel, are pragmatic.' To bring such mayhem
We now face to heel.' I ask in Christ as a bondsman..Can you project some sanity.?
Maybe? (broker with others,) a world calming deal.'
better
I’m finally starting to feel normal (I had the flu)
It’s hard to read or write with shifting temperatures
to make the mental notes required for homework
to focus on the clinical, virtual classes that put me to sleep.
It’s a story as old as time - girl catches something
and either she dies or she doesn’t.
So today (Sunday) feels sharp, tactile and earned.
The Grammy’s are on tonight - does anyone watch them any more?
With so many artists finding and building audiences online rather
than on radio and the fading print media, getting a Grammy in 2026 seems like a secondary co-sign of success rather than some life changing achievement.
THAT being said, I think it’ll be a big year for Chappell Roan, Teddy Swims, Sabrina Carpenter and Charli xcx.
See ya!
.
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2026 Grammy nominated songs:
Good Luck, Babe! by Chappell Roan
Beautiful People (Stay High) by The Black Keys
Espresso by Sabrina Carpenter
Pink Pony Club by Chappell Roan
self-love grows when trusting universe
form pure desires from the heart
watch spirit carry them out
believe we will receive
faith is the substance
the evidence
of unseen
pose
sit
be
bountiful blissed
we are co-creators true
Is fractured, is failing..Will fall.' A wave of
Awarness is gathering, soon all will see
Its downfall.'
Deep strike..New missiles, are coming on stream.' Russia is getting serious.?
So it seems.' Deep state denizens
No bunker is now too deep, no food truly
Un-touchable..Watch what you eat.'
The co-ordinates are astounding..I don't
Think Putin ever sleeps.' Also on the
Other hand.? You have enemies inside.'
In truth my info is, you can't succsessfully
Hide.)
Shock, horror and cries
Bodies bereft of souls
Dried blood and flesh
Unbounded sin and evil
Of ‘evolved’ creatures
Even vultures are aghast
The jungles are better
Days and nights pass
All remains intact
Peace and freedom reins
Coexistence blooms
Without drama and rhetoric
Others are not so evolved
They say, claiming superiority
Coining human dignity
Not one but billions of them
Greed and hatred personified
The nature’s biggest blunder
Everyone has their ups and downs
sometimes you win sometimes you lose
come to a crossroads there's no knowing
which is the best path to choose
funny how the way to work gets longer every day
while the road to you is shorter by a mile
it don't make me late it's not the job I hate
and thoughts of you always always make me smile
but about my boss there's really nothing nice to say
with his workers working hard at not working at all
my co-workers shirkers lurkers each and every one
but then I have you to look forward to
when the daily race is run
and the working day is done
everyone has their ins and outs
some days are good some days are bad
go out on a limb and there's no telling
it may be the best day you ever had
everyone wants a happy ending
and I look forward to our rendezvous
my heart knows which route to go
it only shows the road to you
I like Pain!
Panacea and I are the same
We co exist with pain,!
Since i was often used to cover up a pain,!
Just like a panacea,. Im a goddess of cure
A solution to every hard problem they may have,!
Regardless of what disease it carries...
afflictions to any...
Difficulties to bear...
You dont need to worry...
For you got me,. as a remedy.!
You dont need to believe if i exist!
Panacea comes from different sizes and form,!
So if you seek for me, just know...
All you need is follow, where the pain is,...
And there i am.... a goddess of remedies
So, stranded on Framingham Turnpike,
I walked from the corpse of my Vette
(Unsure just what gasoline burns like),
as far as my high heels could get.
The tow trucker guy got my blood up,
his big chest all covered in hair.
He wordlessly lifted the hood up,
and studied the engine with care.
I’d let the poor pistons get wet, or
my battery somehow went flat?
He said, “Crap in the damn carburetor.”
“How often, dude, must I do that?”
Blessed Be The Peacemakers
(A prayer to mark this eventful day)
Blessed be the peacemakers
Who change violence into lasting peace
May they become as one team of partakers
and may the deadly fire at long last cease
May God give you strength to bear the worldly burdens
According to our Lord's Scriptures and acts we believe in
An abiding truce, the missing piece
May fall into place for the sake of world peace
Mid East, the cradle of civilization
Bring a brightening day upon mankind's re-creation
Food thats good i beleive you'll find? raw milk
Not the usual, therm-ed out kind.
Link up with farmers, you can volunteer!!
Supply some spirit, spread more cheer
The bowler hatted farmer knows' his
Onions along with dear old Vobes'
And Brooks no nonsense Chris is in.'
That people power is starting to spin.!
A couple of million will do for starters
You can now show the world..
Who are? the real'
Useless farters.)
Reality is your design,
A projection from the mind.
Your eyes the guideline,
For thoughts to find,
Their way into your outline.
Awaiting their time to shine,
As we Co-Create with the Divine.
Opening the door onto your secret,
my heart pounds at the display of old wounds.
Healing achieved by clinging to nothing—
a future only obliquely glimpsed.
My heart pounds at the display of old wounds
where other’s careless words and barbs had pierced.
A future only obliquely glimpsed
through a whiskey bottle nearly empty.
Where other’s careless words and barbs had pierced,
going through life like that makes one anxious.
Through a whiskey bottle nearly empty,
discontent is always triggered by something.
Going through life like that makes one anxious;
healing achieved by clinging to nothing.
Discontent is always triggered by something—
opening the door onto your secret.
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