Black to Black and Black like that
There's Black exact. Just this the
Black flag yeah not no ever subtract!
Why that? Cause just that we be
About the LOVE of the Blackest
Free lancer. Take charge without
Regard say jack Black needs to
Relax. Black is beautiful It is Love!
Hey there say fair! Black is the
Everything pulling cooperate strings.
Governments too! Ooh! It's kind of
Straight and yet still Black relates.
Then compensates with compassion.
Aaah! Lay BACK and WIN! BLACK ON BLACK
LOVE LOVE LOVE! BLACK
IS TREND! Leeet's JUST Break it
Down measures by measure. What's
Our pleasure? Do not curse the HAIR!
YEAH! Black IS EVERYWHERE!
We Do not intend to cause
Comotion BUT WE are all the time
About that DEVOTION. Black is EXTREME
for necessary instance let we measure
That dream of a KING? Or destinations
Of ANCIENT EGYPTIAN ANCESTORS
Aaaha! Those REAL REALTY REALITY
MASTERS! Soo now we should step
Away reside in time watch the ambiance
Of their misery! Deliciously!
time between seasons passes slow
Impatient we are as leaf buds grow
Carefree summer takes her time
A sudden chill - unwanted snow
As slowly the sun begins to climb
time between seasons passes slow
Crocuses bloom announcing Snowdrops
Daffodils come as a sudden surprise
Azaleas flower as bright as lollipops
Forsythias glow like a golden sunrise
time between seasons passes slow
Idle leaves deepen in rustic tones
Sun fires the chameleon call of fall
Scent of smoke - autumn chill condones
All is golden to enthrall
time between seasons passes slow
No longer remote winter blasts its way
Its beauty - snow on coal dark wood
Compensates for days of gray
As if somehow it could make good.
time between seasons passes slow
the time between the seasons
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The light always
Reveals the shadow
For what it really is.
A fight always
Ends in victory
For the good that’s within.
The sun always
Gives life here on Earth
Its miraculous existence.
After death there are
Forms of rebirth.
Eternal cyclical creation.
The world always
In bouts of conflict and peace.
Evolution, reincarnation.
A soul always
Lives on, while the body remains.
Spirit compensates and the body decays.
The truth always
Within evolving beings.
My mind turns Autumn,
again
And my thoughts undress from coherence
I can sense that my scarlett feelings
Are trying to escape?
I was reading stars from my tea-cup
today
but conversing with future tends to sadden me
Did I say:
My mind turns Autumn
Again ?
I keep envisioning sunsets from past weeks
back then the air liked to mutter a
peach-coloured scent and I
(watching the softly falling rain)
Muttered along
My mind turns Autumn
Again
I know I will walk those streets with a sense
of this beauty being too much to comprehend
I wrote a letter to a friend saying I missed
a true connection but that such beauty
Compensates ? (For that)
My mind turns Atumn,
again
I'm afraid
That nothing can really mitigate this
Sense
(ation)
I think I must paint
a bird who returns to his nest
(Like the birds in my head)
My mind becomes Autumn
again
God compensates for their suffering, all those who toil for love!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
10 November 2018
My limitation is my heart,
Head compensates sometimes,
But always runs after.
What is it about shopping that
Appeals so to the women in my life?
And why can’t a man empathize,
Or plumb the logic found in “Book of Wife.”
Indeed the ideal clothes for men
Would be the ones found under Christmas tree!
Presumably they fit at least
And wife must like them, maybe even me?
But from a man’s perspective it
Is time that he has saved that really counts!
And nothing compensates its loss,
Not perfect fit, not two for one discounts!
And face it gals, what woman gains
By hiding flaws or boosting what’s not there?
It’s what he sees when it’s just you,
That makes him feel like he’s a zillionaire.
Long Tooth
December 16, 2016
The world slows down.
That’s a good thing.
Priorities change, also good.
The rat race fades into memory.
It’s now time to appreciate things.
Let the next generation battle to climb the ladder,
keep their heads above water.
Time for walks with the dog, stoping to smell the flowers.
The body creaks where it didn’t before but the wisdom gain
more than compensates.
Reading and learning still much fun.
Smile at the young ones as they expound, knowing
time and experience mellow their sound.
Enjoy the children, appreciate the miracle, then smile when handing them back.
Reflective walks in the woods wondering what other paths you could have followed. Then realizing though, the one you chose lead you into the woods.
As time passes on and the young ones grow old, it’s important to remember, we had our time, our time in the sun.
Prepare to move on, our time is now done.
A pouch is where a joey
Of a kangaroo resides
And pouches are the bulges
'Neath your eyes that make-up hides.
Another type of pouch is one
We carry 'round the waist
And baby food's in pouches now.
(The jars have been replaced.)
It fascinates me when a word
Adds meanings through the years.
I guess that compensates for every
Word that disappears.
Sight disappears, irrelevant as dust
determination makes one crazy or brave
snatching the light anyhow, is a must
sensing danger even if it is a wave
compensates for survival which is just
but not independent from an unknown grave
restlessness available for a kind lust
as understanding extends its hands to save
view the chronicles of a struggling boy
thinking hammer is needed to break small nut
nothing then is as temporal as joy
each promise comes with a coma and a but
a sorry mind turned into a bad toy
strings of slavery only clarity can cut
Crawling for many days
my knees getting dark
my hands losing its soft touch
increasing anticipations on my mom's face
still soiling my clean panties
At last, my first step
joy shooting across mama's face
uncontrollable tears tumbling down her cheeks
me laughing,advertising my two milky teeth
a moment of pure joy incomparable
mama and i drowning in innermost love
My second step,
my legs wobbling mama stretching her arm
yearning for a hug
But no, my first heavy fall
a tear trying to fall
mama quickly compensates me
not willing to destroy the moment
compensating me with sweet breast milk
Euphoria is grand
Not the drug induced brand
But the genuine high
When you’re ruling the sky
When your body pulsates
Nothing else compensates
Everything falls away
There’s no night and no day
Just that moment in time
When each touch is sublime
Your whole body’s ablaze
The surrounding’s a haze
Psychedelic it seems
You’re living the dreams
And you know this is real
The ecstasy you feel
You don’t want it to end
There’s no way to pretend
Then the world stops to spin
And you know it’s a sin
But you want your next fix
Of his love’s magic mix
Euphoria is grand
I mean LOVE’S special brand.
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Air breathed in, thick with sorrow,
The night too dense with pain,
This sunrise barely compensates,
For battles fought in vain.
Care has taken up its place,
Behind her weary brow,
Drowning out the happy sound,
Of friendly laughter now.
The pain that racks her weary form,
Mere words could ill express,
The toll it takes upon her heart,
Her lips must now confess.
Perhaps the bruises left by hate,
Should not have been revealed,
To those who turn their heads away;
From the elect concealed.
She dares not hope this pain will pass,
The scars, and nightmares fade,
Will time succeed in killing off,
What greed and anger made?
And when it's all been said and done
The final word it's tongue shall leave,
Will that word be filled with hate,
Or will it love conceive?
YLE
I quell amongst the dischord words rely,
Upon the sole revivals am I prone
cross function is a dismay from behind
foundations of a style I'd call my own.
It clearly seeths in others, having heard
myself who, in a nutshell, doth reply
with verse to reimberse you where it dies
against the better judgements they imply.
I urge you, having reconciled too bold
doth duly gives as leaving you appears,
thus compensates with insight having brought
another kind of music to your ears.
Dyslexia, contains with insights sung,
the worship of another mother tongue.
soothing music, the supreme,
softest relaxant,
gracefully weaves a silken,
aural tapestry;
bathes and buoys my woe asea
in rhythmic wonders;
tames and teases my rage with
melodious splendors;
hypnotizes me into
temporary bliss
that, no matter how fleeting,
somehow compensates
for those I treasured that I may have
forever lost,
for which I'll give up all that I have
to pay the cost !
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