Explosions are chaos
Is it chaos that made us?
The stars died for you
(So forget this Jesus Who
actually died for you)
The formation of disorder
Came together as a forger
The star dust then came
In the form of rain
The rain washed each rock
And combined we get schlock
And slowly formed for us from scum
Or was it punctuated equilibrium?
With all the complexities of life
(And all the necessities of life)
Has Evolution been solved
With all the problems that evolved?
The conservation of angular momentum
Is the same direction that it sends’em
How can there be, anything contrary?
And in the repetition of lies
Where, when and with what did ethics arise?
Resolution:
The Evolution theory is s***, and the only kin to an idiot
Only the Brother’s Wit: (Dim, Half and Nit) would believe this
P.S. The Evolution solution is always dilution pollution
And what's confided has been decided by the misguided
There's no star born to the forlorn, that's on dilemma's horn
So balk, (but read in chalk on the side walk, or the trestle's veneer):
"Jesus was here"
In my most venerable state, I opened up my soul,
I gave you every hidden piece, I gave you all control.
I thought your ear was listening, a safe and gentle place,
But you took what I confided and threw it in my face.
As my confidant you knew the weight of what I bore,
Yet still you turned my trust to pain, my secrets out the door.
My heart aches from the knowledge that my safest place was lies,
The one I called my shelter sold me out before my eyes.
I'm laying in a pool of tears, no answer, no reply,
As humans we still feel the hurt, however hard we try.
How do I release this ache when no apology came?
How do I forgive the wound when you won't own the blame?
Will I ever trust again, will I dare to feel that free?
Or will this betrayal shadow every soul I let me see?
I told you I'd die
For what I believed in
You made me a martyr
Tore me into pieces
I confided in you
You were all I knew
All I could ever worship
Through all my hardship
I told you I'd die
For what I believed in
I believed you and I
Could really make it
I told you I'd die
For what I believed in
You made me a martyr
Tore me into pieces
Sitting here.
Without fear.
Looking about me.
Feeling blessed for all I see.
Stood tall.
Even with my back against the wall.
Sometimes I did fall.
Decided.
Confided.
Laid my soul to bare.
Up to you to be fair.
Chose not to hate.
It is never too late.
To change that fate.
Life is such a gift.
Use yours to give others a lift .
Choose kind words to say.
Be a sign and point the way.
Kind words may save the day.
In the darkness be the light.
Is fighting each other worth being right?
Losing a friend.
A love to end.
Don't think so.
This I know.
Better to have them around.
Where love can be found.
Where hope is bound.
A willingness to give.
This is how we should choose to live.
The love i wish to show
To help it grow.
For all to know.
Unanswered
Feeling abandoned
while in his presence
years of absentee love
Thoughts wrestling with reasons
for feeling the detachment or delay
of what should come naturally, paternally,
These things you have confided
with eyes cried out and thirsty
your soul saturated with tears of its own
My heart cries for yours that is conflicted
loving and resenting the one
from whom you seek validation and attention
and pray for its peace.
-Laura P.
Harry and Jerry spotted Amy, the airy faerie
She was perched on a pretty pink strawberry
Harry confided this rare sighting to Larry
Larry wanted to know what kind of berry
His cousin Perry had a fetish for blueberry
Jerry got excited and loose-lipped on Sherry
He told about the faerie to Old Mr. Terry
Was Terry a motormouth Oh, yes, very!
Other questions appeared during a query.
Amy, the faerie flew off for visitors made her weary.
I never let you go, I never even tried, I looked at you once and the whole world died.
Confided in what we call our own, yet you were the only person I had ever called home.
You were put under my story, the ink never wrote your name,
but I know anything different would never be the same.
A lover to choose, yet there’s always something to lose, I love you, still.
Perhaps it’s not the first day we met, but every time your eyes gaze mine, it’s like we have just met for the first time.
That same rush, that same skipped beat, that same fading frown, in a moment of fleet,
the movement of the heart, the hidden smiles, the distant spark, it’s all been you.
For as long as I can remember, from the unplanned meets, all the way to last November.
It’s always you, forever, I still say that even if it is prohibited we be together,
though I may need you like the moon needs the sun, I always seem to forget that you have already chose someone.
the water guy has an annoying loud voice
I jumped a foot when he asked if I wanted a drink
I have heard megaphones that were softer
I dare not touch the water
fearing he will return and scream at me again
He must be hard of hearing
But I am not
Why do they let him work here? I asked another waitress
We cannot get rid of him, she confided. He owns this restaurant.
Charlotte the fancy hippo put on airs all the time
her clock was better than most, it had a lovely chime
She had the fanciest laces on her pantaloons, for sure.
Charlotte confided that she had sweet smelling manure
Some believed her but others knew much better.
We had smelled her gas through her jeans and sweater.
Today she is on a swing bragging it is the best around.
Some of us are hoping it breaks and she ends up on the ground.
A lady I knew travelled the world
looking for the perfect mountain,
the most pleasing shape that
would attract her uplifted eyes.
She was an atheist, perhaps
in her own way she was looking for God.
Many mountains came close to perfection,
but none were impeccable enough for her.
Sitting on rocking chairs
on a cabin porch in West Virgina,
she confided all this to me.
It was a fine day,
snowy cumulus clouds,
rose like mountain ranges
in a backdrop of deep cerulean, blue.
One tall cloud was particularly outstanding.
As she looked up, she gasped,
in a low voice exclaimed, "God."
Then and there,
her spirit found its perfect mountain.
Dear mother.
I think that I learned how 'To listen',
how 'Not to worry', and how
'Not to whine' from you, mother.
Mother, I never heard you say,
'Don't worry', but your attitude and actions,
and everything about you said it for you.
Mother, I don't remember a single lesson about
'Listening', but as a beautician, I saw your
ears and heart always tuned in as your clients
confided in you. You listened, and they trusted.
Mother, I never saw you 'Weeping and whining'
over spilled milk. You simply poured another
glass of milk. No, Mother. You did not waste
your emotions and time complaining about bitter
days gone by or bad days ahead. You always
believed in a better tomorrow. Thanks, mother.
I miss you.
Why do I revert to potty humour
Am I obsessed with body parts
Actually I AM attracted to female parts
Get that straight right from the start
The female body is a work of art
No sculptor can do it justice
Matching that soft, such delicate texture
Yikes, one part is getting stiff
Whenever I write about naughty stuff
Changes take place down below
Don't understand this strange behaviour
Maybe it's something I'll outgrow
Told my doctor and he confided in me
Ain't gonna outgrow it he said
It's gonna keep happening and listen to this
Could happen even after death!
The lily pad wanted to see some snow
She needed to travel, but where to go?
The mouth of the river had things to say
Beyond the green bridge, that is the way….
She was open to suggestions, of course.
A daughter of Zeus, niece of Thor, king of Norse
Pink sponge floated by and sprinkled on her ash
She jumped a bit, when a canoe gave a crash.
Scratch and scritch a path through the rubble
It is March, so you will not want any trouble
Or you will kill any outside chance
To cross the gully to play and dance
The lily pad listened to the frog named Paint
His eyes could pierce her soul, he liked her quaint
I want to see snow, she confided to this green man.
I am sure you can, he lied. I am sure you can.
Shel was a pecksniffian, hypocritical goody-do.
Acted like most people were gum on her size ten shoe.
Her daughter Sue brought home a nice guy named Lonnie Lou
With pharisaical precision Shel lambasted him red and blue
A year later Sue ran off with Lonnie Lou to Kalamazoo
Shel has never met her granddaughters, Laurie Lynn or Linda Lou
She is not likely to ever meet them either, confided Sue
What she did to me, I will never let her do to my two.
My friend, so much like a brother to me,
has met me in these woods where we like
to hunt for pesky animals we see.
I’ve brought my bow and arrows on this hike.
Because I’ve known this friend most of my life,
I have confided to him I believe
some man is paying visits to my wife
while I am out of town. I’m not naive!
Something he has told me now gives me pause.
I’m at a cliff. He’s somewhere at my back.
I lift my bow and turn around because
I hear him running . He’s on the attack.
He’ll shove me off this cliff and watch me die?
In an instant, I let an arrow fly.
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