When appearing in public as Droopy sad vote needy it just
crumbles just as the millions of others.
Left with a guilty dialogue to chase? Please yourself
and don't for once, your a grown up, you can don't know too.
Please visit Ventura and thousand oaks cities guys.
Bring your spine it has a home here it's missing
Get to work
Make nother talking history hiding
Oopsy building down?
Elected by majority of population, sad?
For Angela Voras- Hills
As work inches along the highway you’ll
be standing next to a field the breeze a song only
you’ll hear as it whispers but you remember
life’s a song your life a collage of all the
experiences your heart holds such joy
to behold as the season passes as the
passing sun bleeds into the sky as the days
slip from your hands but that’s the way it goes
as your hold your sign as moments go by
and a voice in your head says it is so
now an open road as a car rushes by fast.
You’ll only remember the joy the days go by so fast.
a line from a poem by Angela Voras-Hills.
My mind, body and spirit are under construction right now. The only people allowed to trespass is myself, me, and I, the worker of self. Only I am qualified to get this job done.
Construction and
Destruction..
No separation
No between..
It's not knowing
What seems as
Knowing of the
Arising and disappearing
In sequence with elation
And despair...
May your mind reset , so you can see others like they really are. Unique complexes units
May your anger turn into a passion, an unstoppable creative power
May your heart realize the real necessity of people. The comunication and living.
May your ideas go so deeply in your life you destroy the commom sense of reality.
May your soul be able to read the paralel universe of creation and discovering in the time of an eyes blink.
May we can create together
It’s about to explode, ready set..
there’s such stability in chaos;
So wild the part of you that’s free;
Atomic part of you blown free
takes root and slowly starts to set;
Careful the construction of chaos;
Discounting the structure in chaos,
naive to that serving core of ‘Free’;
Supernovas have an unstable set;
Just let go and set the chaos free.
Every road is closed
backtracking to find a way
to my parents house
The fate of man is well renown
And as our future tumbles down
We the ones that time soon will cast
Are left with memories of the past
Those guilty of death's construction
Orchestrate our mass destruction
So here we sit and wonder why
As all our hopes and dreams pass by
A coworker and I stand
along a lone Nebraska highway
far from home.
I stand on one end
of a work zone-
a co-worker stands
on the other
communication by walkie talkie
to direct traffic
as it comes and goes.
A road that’s broken
must be made whole
as life bubbles forth
from underground streams
in an unfamiliar place.
Work inches forward
until the sun bleeds
into the sky
when night conversations
friendships are sought
in each other
as we ponder
our time and place
and a light in the parking lot
shines like the moon.
March 19, 2023
The sign you hold:
a) says either stop or slow
b) is a matter of perception
c) makes for moments of conversation
d) is a pause in time
When one lane is closed:
a) cars must stop and wait for others
b) another lane is open
c) each of us must live another life
d) time stands still
The pilot vehicle:
a) will take off on Runway #1
b) is painted in psychedelic colors
c) leads cars through the work zone
d) will take you to the stars
When an emergency vehicle approaches:
a) the old man down the road must be sick
b) close your eyes and hope for the best
c) realize everything works out in the end
d) hold traffic so it can pass
A change of weather:
a) observe the clouds as they sing and dance
b) soon it will rain
c) work pauses
d) lightning never strikes twice
e) all of the above
At the end of day:
a) skies are painted
b) all lanes are re-opened
c) the sun falls over the edge of the earth
d) someone will cry
February 7, 2023
(My late father was a construction worker.Remember him on Father's Day.)
The construction workers with
Sweating foreheads
Dry throats
Burning skins
Blinding eyes
Struggle to build
An air-conditioned roof
Under the sun
For you and especially for you
While themselves
Working at a place
Without a fan or an air conditioner
But under a burning sun
Hanging from a roof called the sky
construction again
woodpecker found the metal
hammering away
Heidi Sands
5/10/22
the personification of maturity
that gradually takes shape
obeys the rite of ancestral paradigms
it was already anger, rebellion and hate
as if the fact of avoiding the sun
stop him from meeting it's fate
every caterpillar on the flower sleeps worm
and wake up butterfly
and going back is impossible
see the dark squall that floods the land
and then paint it green
contrasting with the blue sky
or the volcano that explodes into lava
which later leaves the soil fertile
I seriously looked back
and gave up reproaching my own way:
were the difficult and emblematic moments
those who built the human being that I am today
Where is humanity driving us today?
Which couple is trying to invest in housing to stay?
With spaces and places hiking in price,
Mankind suffers in swathing High-rise fries!
We toil day and night – to get some dough in our kitty
We could manage our hunger to make sure nobody will later pity,
We save hard to make better our each day
And spend in thrift – So that no one could ever say,
That we try to live above our reach….
Allowing just about everyone to come and preach
That every brick we put into our home,
Carries the sweat we shed, upon building that pretty dome
That we call “Dream” and strive to make things work for us
But Dreams are what we yearn to believe without a fuss,
So don’t make them a song and dance
Life is too short to keep up such a trance
Work hard to make a lot of money,
While time flies, you gotta build a house for yourself honey,
That will stand the tests of time for you
And for everyone in your family too!
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