Getting past Mezzo's
Meddling has been a chore
For me to
Yeah and you and the
Soprano bothered me to
Since you chose me
A high compliment
I say I do
Auh ooh auh
I'm in love
With you!
____________________
My auh ooh auh
My ooh auh ohh
Auh say she love
Me too
My auh ohh we
Mentions in whispers
Her ooh she golly
I do's
We've been together
Through storms and
all kinda weathers
My auh ooh auh
Wish to marry me
I'll say I do!
My auh ooh auh
It's ain't complicated
That's true
My auh ooh auh
He knows I love
Him too
My auh ooh auh
I will do anything
For you
My auh ooh auh
I am in love with
You
Complications
Arise as stories
Of individuals
Protecting their identity
Against the
Frightening simplicity
Of their absence
Of their not-two-ness
Of freedom that is
Not freedom..
Searching for love and feeling it's heartless cruelties
swimming
against currents
of constant confusion,
a comedy? a tragedy?
this life...
is it...
a cup half-full?
or perhaps half-empty?
'tis far more puzzlin' than jigsaw,
i'd say
no doubt
an enmeshment;
one cannot ascertain
the byzantine complexities
of it
in truth,
an entangled web
tough to extricate from;
untangling life's knots only get...
tighter.
So much
complications
I had to face in life !
Confronted, exhausted, but yet
survived .
Success,
and failure came
in natural sequence.
Met each step taking as challenge,
boldly.
Ignored
despondency.
Honoured moral values.
Not indulged lies or malice, yet
suffered.
That's life :
Full of struggle.
Path to pass : Uneven !
What to do ? That's my destiny -
to grant.
Always
complexity
troubles blocking my path !
Trying best to strengthen myself
till death.
His love
is all I want
nothing else matters more
too bad he's so far away and
I'm here
#4)
A long distance relationship that was doomed from the start when one person moved five states away. The love soon fizzled.
(a disastrous morning Sonnet)
I am the very model of a girl who’s late for morning meal,
my charger failed, the printer jammed, the morning’s start has been surreal
I lost a scrunchy and a shoe, I had to use some dry shampoo
my Keurig had no k-cups too, so I’m feeling like a total shrew!
Our pre-dawn jog went really well, but now the morning's gone to hell
I couldn’t find clean underwear, I’m desperate to charge my cell,
I got some soap in my left eye, I stubbed my toe and nearly cried
While brushing teeth and hair in haste, I wonder why I even try.
Anna’s got an attitude; she’s not someone who’s normally rude
her hookup so ‘experimental’ has an irregular sleep-in schedule
how’s she going to get to class if she’s babysitting sleeping-lass
I guess I’m not the only one, who’s schedules simply come undone.
I woke her with a gentle voice and soothed her out—we had no choice
My morning happened to sideways go—but it fueled this grandiloquent tale of woe!
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A song for this:
Something Stupid by Michael Bublé and Reese Witherspoon
We make things so complicated in life why can't we just make things simple
What is Faith?
Is it an immovable position,
Or a streak of chance?
It's certainly not a logical deduction
Or a thesis based of evidence
No dictionary can properly describe it
Nor can our minds
It can be like a storm,
Growing, then gone
Or like tidal waves
Calm, aggravated, then calm once more
Faith is ever changing
Present and not
It doesn't obey the laws of reality,
But somehow, it's still here
The winter sun warms my face
As I look up at the vast cloudless sky.
In that same instance the cold northern wind
Dances at my back lifting my hair in disarray.
As I sit, I am surprised the ground is warmed
By the powerful rays on this January day.
I hear the crash and gurgle of the incoming tide
Against the rocky bluffs below me,
As I watch the fishing boat cut through the choppiness
Of the wind swept white caps, on it’s way home.
I let myself breathe in and out, and empty my mind
Of all thoughts, feelings, and emotions,
Until I am just present in that moment.
The calmness of my surroundings overcomes me,
And washes over me, bringing peace to my complicated life.
In the absence of complication
In the absence of complication,
trials and tribulations become distant memories.
Above sapphire skies delight sanguine eyes -
inspiring forthcoming musings of the mind.
Above all the disquietude and disorder
Peace does encompass the serenity displaced
To demonstrate the possibilities that are
Available to those willing to accept them.
Persevere as you can in spite of the turmoil
Which stands constant in your byway
To procure the benefits of positivity
Until all struggles have been left behind.
i remember us running
with nets in tiny hands
through fields of daisies
the old jalopy hidden within
near that old weathered barn
its faded red color
almost looked brown
in the distance
oh the innocence
and laughter of children
with butterflies
and fireflies in jars
their soft light
flickering
from bedside tables
sometimes i stop
at the edge of the fields
and watch the butterflies
in the folds of daises
just to feel you near
July 9, 2019
Old Jalopy Contest
Correct me if I’m wrong but is not love built on trust?
And if love is built on trust, do you trust me?
God teaches us to look past ones actions,
Yet you continue to judge.
I work so hard for a sliver of your approval,
Only to be crushed by my own imperfections.
If you have taught me one important thing,
It is this:
You are my mom,
Not my friend.
my summer love
is up for interpretation
deeper day-dreaming
and other
complications
my summer love
loves summer
more than me
dead
red
rose
petals
Should we that have no lack give of our store
Of food to those who live in daily need
When they cannot deny the pressing greed
Of cravings and addictions crying, "More
For me, and you'll forget that you are poor,
And how your heart has never ceased to bleed
From beatings and abuse for ev'ry deed
Opposed, or else that made a conscience sore
By doing right"? This then ought we to say
To those who claim providing clothes will aid
Their errant ways: " 'O Lord, when saw we thee
In hunger or in thirst along the way,
Or naked, or in prison,' and He said,
'The least of these ye served as unto Me.' "
{Miltonic Sonnet}
(Written April 28th, 2014)
{Loosely quoted from Matthew 25}
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