.025 sequense .025
gold ! gold ! gold !
FORMATION, CAUSED ALL TO BE GRATFULE AND APPRECATE THE FACT THAT PEOPLE
WITH THE SAME IDEAS AND GOALS CAN BE BOUGHT TOGETHER
TO FIND COMMONGROUND TO ACCOMPLISH THINGS.
sTORMING: (BEYOND THE RHETORIC) HASHING OUT DIFFERANCES, AND SURCUMBING TO THE BETTER PLAN
nORMING: BEING YOUR TRUESELF, BEYOND THE NEED TO BE SUPERIOR, BUT LIKED, OR EVEN LOVed.
PERFORMANCE>>>>>> doing the job you're expected to do, in a manner that is expected of you. Showing skill in your trained area of experties.
Adjouring...... cooling down, whinding down.
love and belonging (intimatcy)
one quoted, differances in opoions are expected, I don't want to be push aside for something/ or someone lesser, but greater! co-hesiveness comes from respect, it what people want, people always want the best !"
Categories:
commonground, appreciation, art, dance, inspirational
Form: Ballad
TO PROTECT THE REPUTATION OF HER LOVE
SHE, OFFERED SOLUTIONS TO REMEDY THE
PROBLEM SHE FACED.
iT WAS UNCOMBERING TO THE FACT OF EXISTANCE.
eSCALATED FROM THE POSITION HER LOVER FOUND
HIMSELF IN. hE WISHED TO BE SATISFIED, SHE WISHED TO BE PASIFIED.
THEY SOUGHT COMMONGROUND ON THE NEGATED FACT'S OF THEIR
RELATIONSHIP.
THAT DOUBT FOUND THEM TOGETHER, THEIR TOGETHERNESS WOULD
THEN BE DOUBTFUL AND OFTEN IN QUESTION.
SHE NEVER SPOKE OF LOVE, AND THEN SOUGHT TO HAVE IT
SEEN AS SOMETHING EXPLAIIBLE AND CHALLENGING.
NOT TO THOSE WHO KNEW HER AND EXAMINED HER RELATIONSHIPS
BUT TO HER CREDIT THEY OFTEN GUIDED HER WRONG TO WATCH HER
IN OBSTACLE.
THEN MIGHT LOVE SEE US THROUGH, THAT IT (LOVE)
CAUSES US TO UNITE AND STAND STRONG, GUIDED BY THE INVISIBLE
IN IT'S COMPLCATION, TO BE TOGETHER.
mUST THE NIGHTS BEYOND TOMMORROW SPEAK
OF US TOGETHER.
Categories:
commonground, adventure, appreciation, beautiful, character,
Form: Classicism
In my December youth,
growing bolder in my ascent:
I took charge to bleed my faults.
Broken pieces of pride like chards,
disregarded in my December onslaught.
Locking my inner child in a vault.
Coming to an end on the heels of anew.
Community comradery channeling it's
commonground to a lone giant of emotions.
With all the pangs of youth melted away
revealing what could be.
Tell me all this misery was not for naught.
Reveal to me the plain in the mist,
that fine spray of residual present time.
Cherishing my past and embracing the thought,
pickling my pshyche in a killing jar.
Leaving the door to death ajar.
Categories:
commonground, introspection, life, passion, december,
Form: Free verse