"What are you afraid of losing? When you own nothing in this world".
To cherish a flower yet to perish
To gaze upon the ways of life
As you slowly fade away
Tell me or better yet ask yourself
Why bother?
Conversation,Communication,Comprehension.
To start a topic and give suggestions
Discuss on concepts and break down steps
The assimilation of the other
But then nothing is equal
So why search for it?
Why bother involving
The ache on my lips
The constant itch in my eyes
The heavy swallows at night
A recurring routine
I believed if I said my mind and explained
Once, twice
I could be understood......
However I'm surrounded with translucent figures
With a clear conscience
A lot unsaid, my tired heart can't continue
And so I've a reached a state
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Time waits for no one
I’ve always wondered why that was said
To me and many like myself
It meant we must make haste as people
Because we do not have time on our side
But what if….. We did
A constant that last for generations
It stretches beyond where our eyes can’t see
A seasonal friend to the world
A reminder to our memories and meetings
A taste of forevermore
A push and pull with our state of being
A love letter to your future self
A terror to the lazy
A reward to the fervent and patient
A true friend to both life and death
A mediator for choices
A regulator for our emotions
A constant that remains with God
As eternity springs beyond our reach
We call it time
Yet it is more than clocks and numbers
It carries our first cries
And our final goodbyes
A wild and free concept
Unafraid of either
Moving still
Forevermore
Oh the layers of thought, as must
Have been needed
That were once in God's mind built up
To support it!
"Egged nest, upwards, higher until
Cracks, soars, unfurls!
First a sphere of weightlessness
Earth, envelopes.
Wherein, light of body, will
A form posit."
Do you know the average
Life span of a Butterfly?
For most, in two to four weeks
They've passed on by.
So in one year of a child's life
And without overlapping, it's true,
Twelve to twenty-five generations
Of Butterflies will be lived through.
A person may reach eighty
And if that is the case,
Nine hundred and sixty to two thousand
Butterflies will have had their place!
Without overlapping, I remind you.
So there will have been so many more!
The concept of time truly is
A fascinating subject to explore.
A question that some people ask...
How can God have no start and no end?
Just remember that to all those Butterflies
We seem the same, my friend.
[ Revelation 22:13 ]
Some People Believe
They Deserve Better
Than They Receive.
Justice Isn’t Always
Conceivable.
Envy Rarely Rewards
A Pleasant Surprise.
But What?
Another Concept?
-Gray Squirrel
10-06-2025
It’s been eighteen years since I was born.
I grew up chasing a lie called love.
Just a child in third grade,
When Broom’s metal broke me... tore me apart.
A lone piece left on the plate—
Still, it was him you'd nominate.
A pen or a diary—he’d get one.
‘These are his,’ you’d declare,
And I learned... I believed—
Maybe I didn’t deserve to speak.
I was cute, I was adoring—
Yet somehow, you found me embarrassing.
"Just listen, don’t talk," you'd say.
But you'd love my brother from the very first day.
I suffered. I cried.
Still, it’s me who must
Love you without a choice.
But love—
Love isn’t brought by force.
It’s an emotion...
If you’d feel it, pure and true.
You have your life, your thoughts,
Your ways of seeing the world.
But the way you’ve tortured me—
That...
Can never be justified.
Sitting in solitude,
Tuning into tunes quiet as morning,
Inhaling wind-blown fragrant lilac,
Listening to foreign jelled voice of reason,
Envisioning expanse of horizon,
Thinking of lateral stance,
Seeing through lens kaleidoscopic,
Feeling feathery touch of love,
Sipping from gratitude's silvery cup,
Sifting through weights gone weightless,
Stretching with new concept of forgiveness,
Joy became a friendly royal blue bird -
Friendlier still, it perched upon your windowsill,
You looked, you saw, you understood.
Capture your moment supremely pure.
*
What is madness
if not the body’s way of crying out,
“Enough.”
It’s not betrayal;
it’s a retreat—a firebreak.
When the world turns unbearable,
the mind bows to its own mercy.
It draws a line in the sand
and declares,
“Here. Not beyond this point.”
Reality, wow what a concept
lifes provable facts
those incontrovertible truths
things that stick out and not fall in the cracks
Its subject to interpretation you see
describing the elephant for the blind
this part the leg,
that a tail, this part a trunk!! Divine!
For reality takes an observer
to set itself in the track
if that tree fell in the woods with no one to hear
did it make a sound of a crack?
Without perception, it's all contention
if it ever existed at all
and we are all running around with vivid imaginations on ground
till incontrovertible evidence is found
See it, touch it, document away
till the item in question is in decay
or maybe even obliterated away
the observation itself causing the obliteration to stay
And so that was how faith was born
for people to believe in others known truths
we didn't have to experience it first hand
we just had to trust like a youth
And from that comes charlatans
who mangle that truth for cash
and make the world a caricature
and history rewritten despite past
With no firm understanding of what is
or firm understanding of what was
people lose their compass
and look to god above
What I want is not relationship
What I want is a concept
A concept is like a seed
You look at it every day
When you pass it
Once a seed is planted
It will germinate and bloom.
A One Off Concept
as Tends to happen
casting to be
announced
a institutional concept
emotion exclusivity
concepts of revivalry
quality needs not to be
negotiated
Neglecting the needs of
your consumer base
undermines your effectiveness
pre production is successful
at the post production fade
Brand recognition offers
satisfaction
Production within the bounds of
creation
allows the functioning production machine
to keep the momentum of production
War is hard at first
Complicated at middle
Destructive at end.
April 19—Define or celebrate a word or concept -Scumbagology
Scumbagery is the study
Of the actions of a scumbag
A scumbag is a narcissistic, sociopathic
Self-center person willing to do anything
to get ahead
no loyalty to those who serve him
it is all about me! the greatest person
in the world..
Unfortunately, there are so many
Scumbags in the world,
In a position of power
In business and politics.
Don’t need to name names
You know who they are.
Flora in its way, fauna in its way; work hand in hand.
Uniting all, keeping the health of habitats intact
Does my existence incorporate another extant?
Do I live and let live as coconuts and palm trees act?
Plants breathe carbon dioxide, grow, and breathe out oxygen.
Oxygen, in turn, enables animals to nourish
Who does more harm? Who does less? Tiger, oxen, or vixen?
It's consciousness and conscience that should make morals flourish.
The growth of one's self is mirrored in others' growth as well.
When one's attitudes change, change in another too is seen.
Should change be stirred or in an equilibrium-spell?
Does any concept, here, hold a precise path in between?
Concepts clench; philosophies progress; theologies throb
Birth, growth, and death are plays with many a multihued garb.
Money is a man-made commodity, which helps humans extend their validity
Money can be in any virtual form, with banknote and coin you can pass the storm
It’s name derives from “JUNO MONETA”, a Roman name of an ancient loleta
While silver and gold people adore, barter was the method used before
Money is the common way to survive, it allows mankind to live and thrive
Is money a want, or is it a need, for those in power it’s purely greed
You can use it for charity, or spend it on yourself, or simply pay your taxes to the wicked elf
Financial security is all that folks see, without your money where would you be
Saleh Ben Saleh
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