Where ever I shall visit, My shadow will follow and commit.
All can fall in love madly...
if they give the illusion
to be believers of fables;
would I choose differently,
would I hold onto convictions
and ignore this warning again!?
Commit or be free?
Going from delusion
to pain and feel miserable...
when nothing seems credible;
commit or be free:
is it hard to find a solution?
In the urgent quest for happiness,
we fall into the hurtful trap and cry;
we feel betrayed and give up on life,
never trusting anyone who offers only lies...
will be happy with a sudden goodbye,
will be comforted by arms that miss hugs?
Does time pass too quickly turning pages,
leaving its inedible mark on everything,
making us regret unwise decisions?
Nobody is to blame but ourselves:
the best choice is: commit or be free,
starting that life we imagined to see!
Commit or be free?
Devote all passion to one,,
safeguard what's worthwhile;
a shoulder to lean on daily:
is comfort over tragedy!
Commit or be free?
Those chickens commit harra-kiri daily said Nan
Of free-range livestock with beaks, she was not a great fan
How do they do it? Asked her cousin curious Scar
Easy; they run out in the road, in front of my car
The fish swim in a clear, spring lake.
The bait is murder, poverty, war and insincerity.
Here come the neswspeople, your serenity to take.
Thus, we, the fish eat the bait and think that all the
world is pure insincerity?
News-ghouls, are our new gods that we so adore.
But it’s a cash cow for the press, don’t you see?
Negativity is our weakness, our sily love de jour.!
But it’s a cash cow for the press, TV, and we pass
it on to friends, do you see?
These omens of evil crawl over social media, fake
news channels, and more.
The solution is quiite simple,from them get a divorce!
Fill each daty, with love, smiles and tons of laughter
Play music, dance, and of your own life becone the source.
Laughter so loud, it literally rings from the cedar rafters!!
1/18/2024
Now, why would Connor commit suicide:
Life's unfinished business wave aside?
Crude deaths had never stopped time and tide;
One would have to Grave gone, no pride...
Connor was only a bit curious,
After what he had heard from Julius,
To find out if it was injurious:
If men's claims weren't, after all, spurious?
Now, should that make comrades furious:
The whole saga take much serious?
Oh! where had he read all about it:
"Safe ways to Naked wires visit"?
Sometimes words escape from me,
Each a sacred tear
Embodied in the world
Of all that’s true.
And sometimes
I must so forebear
For all that I may fear
Would slow evaporate
And you would only know me
By the air of my past reason.
For I am gone.
I have lost my wings,
Lost my words,
Lost my life,
And gained
A glimpse of God.
God is my refuge my strong fortress
trusting in the Lord's righteousness for me
in Christ alone is my redemption
my spirit I give to Jesus in Him I'm free
The folly of those that worship idols
God sees my plight so rejoice in His love
my feer's in a safe place despite my grief
grace has come from the heavens above
Forgotten as if dead as a broken vessel
I hear whispers of many for my end
my trust is in the Lord alone, my Lord God
indeed my time's belong to Jesus my friend
The love of God so steadfastly true
Lord, I call on you to send wicked to Sheol
abundant goodness comes from on high
for God cares eternally for my soul
The Lord be blessed for His wonders
when I was a besieged city cut from His sight
so as saints love the Lord who keeps you
stay strong in heart wait for the Lord's light
Chickens run out in front of my car daily. Trying to be killed.
Yes, I am always putting the flag on my car at half-mast.
They are free range, and they are fast. They are also dumb.
I do the best I can to not run over them. But they are fast.
They live with the farmer behind the fence, over the hill.
I do not know him, but I do not think he wants to know me.
They live with goats, and a horse, and a couple of bunnies.
The one I ran over today makes number forty-three.
The Leader of the Republic of Chaz
has laid out her country's plans
Eliminate the police
Dismantle the courts
Open the prison gates wide
~ Why not just take cyanide?
Sharpness of intellect,
future of select.
Thoughts that consume my mind
Like self suicide
A death sentence of endless paranoia
Its karma, your turn on the other side
I ran away
I’m an Olympian at chasing better things
I look for lightning
But can’t handle the thunder
My reserves are in quarantine
My bones poking through skin
I’m just sharp edges
Fractured hopes and blurred happiness
Tear mixed cocktails
I down a sorrow or many
Numb the exposed wounds
Blood dries softly on my skin
I’m a shield of wounded treachery and triumph
This warrior has eaten her kin
Savage of trying to save broken souls
Trying to gather pieces to make her half whole
It’s a funeral of her past self
But the cancer has come
Attacking the woman she hopes to be
Because she’s sickly sweet, only way she can be
Her plot is a bed of lilies
It’s a blanket of perfumed dead dreams
Waiting for her corpse of anguish
And her soul of knitted single strand successes
Wrap her tendons in ribbons
The red ones that shadow the recent stabs
She's mostly a wax figure
Of her seldom accomplishments
There is room in my heart for two,
yet not just anyone will do.
I'm looking for a special soul,
the missing half, that'll complete me.
Fantasy and reality
must conjoin: on a moonlit stroll.
I will not offer up my heart,
only to have it torn apart.
I need to feel completely whole,
and not like something is missing.
Love isn't just hugging and kissing:
feeling loved: plays a major role.
There is room in my heart for two,
and I pray there's room in yours, too.
If my heart were to have its way,
it would gladly invite you in.
I feel love's magic stir within,
and my inner child wants to play.
When we talk, I lose track of time,
and anxieties cease to climb.
I found my missing half, the day
I realized you were real.
For the way that you make me feel,
makes each day a magical day!
I've found my half-soul's perfect fit,
lover, and soulmate: I'm complete
and feel I'm ready to commit.
What Must I Do To Be Saved?
By Charles Gerald Patrick Chard 2nd
Gavri Hanita Hazaka Abir Selek 2nd
First You must realize who you are,
A sinner full of Life's scars,
You must feel sorry for what you have done,
Realize Jesus as the Holy One,
Then say this prayer from your heart,
Jesus I am a sinner right from the start,
Forgive me Jesus I call on you,
Forgive me Jesus for You are true,
I commit to You all my ways,
I will try my LORD never to stray,
Help me O LORD to follow You daily,
I believe you died and rose again most sincerely,
I Believe You lived a most Holy Life,
Of Happiness, Sorrow, Pain, and strife
I believe in GOD my Father above,
And the Holy Spirit who fills me with Love,
I commit to You all that I am,
You Jesus, are GOD's Lamb,
Jesus my Savior, My LORD, My all,
Please pick me up whenever I fall,
Now dear brethren you are born again,
Now you are free from all your sin,
Now you aew the children of GOD,
Now walk by faith daily while walking on this earthy sod.
There's a lot of people that just don't get it
Feel they're owed a living, other factors they omit
They fail to see
What life really means
It's a twenty-four-hour full-time commit
unidentified never to be found
mysterious trace evidence
unsourced so not a soul will see
to view a preferably maintained crime
is harder than it seems
hired gun dressed up
in workers dress
seems to all ways
to look the best
take your time
no one will see
your real job
is to quietly end me...
cardboard dust that sticks to walls
makes the best carcinoma pneumonia
for all
so many particular tricks and so little time to share them all
no neutrality, makes for a bad Nation
for some but not all
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