you broke rule 162, he said
Too many rules to fit inside his wife’s head
she went limp on his tight-fisted chain
trying to please him again, in spite of the pain
stop pouting, you know that is rule 292
She wished she had the nerve to say they were through
Why don’t you just leave that idiot? asked her cousin Cat
But she was terrified he would kill her for that.
When math class starts, stress will rise,
"I’m no good at math" glows up in our head,
You see rising panic form in our eyes,
Inner chat takes over instead.
But you take the "not now, not never", self-talk—
The labels we use when we're lost—
And show us how to pause, take a walk,
Where "failure's" a bridge to be crossed.
You guide us through the work on the board,
These mistakes are how we can learn.
A growth-filled room of learning to think,
Worry dies as good thoughts return
It was never about the X or the Y,
But how we speak to our thoughts at our desk;
You teach our minds a healthy reply,
Make our problems seem like a quest.
Mind racing with horrid thoughts of this so-called end time
not knowing what to believe from all the hearsay floating
The chatter has gotten louder no matter the source, true
or false has always been the questions with no answer
sounding safe to trust.
People driving around looking for households items they
assume will run out of stock. Fearing not having enough
survivor products to keep a sense of safety in case of a
major catastrophic event. Fear has always been the worst
enemy of any time in history.
A planted seed of something disastrous used to get unconscious
minds of the fearful to conjure that illusion as a manifestation.
Quiet way to use most unknowingly in a worldwide ritual. This
has/need to stop, people wake up. Change fear and grief to
power of love. Yes, it can be difficult, learn to overwrite fear.
A conscious mind in coherence with a healed heart is the manna,
the kingdom, and the heavens within. The balance of the emotions
are the acceptance of a emulsion(duality) of light and dark which
give comprehension to the flow (polarity) of positive and negative;
yes, ups and downs are normal.
She was imaginative, artistic and clever.
An inspired visionary who never said never.
A poet, dancer, singer, choreographer, artist too.
Bright, personable and ingenious, my sister Sue.
We knew with these talents she would go far.
But she fell in love with a controlling ass named Jar.
Jar told her how high to jump, how to climb the stairs and such.
Her life was simple and joyless after that; we did not see her much.
In the depths of night where shadows lie,
A realm of dreams where spirits fly,
A place where fantasies unfold,
And whispered secrets are softly told.
Beneath the veil of moonlit gleam,
You find the key to shape the dream,
With mind's control, the power to steer,
Through lands of wonder, free from fear.
A mountain’s peak, a river’s flow,
A starry sky, a world aglow,
You craft the scenes with gentle might,
A master of this endless night.
With focus clear and heart serene,
You dance within the twilight scene,
From waking thoughts, a bridge you weave,
Into the night, you boldly cleave.
The dream is yours to mold and play,
To cast the night and sculpt the day,
A canvas vast where you can soar,
Unlock the dreams, and then explore.
With each new dawn, the magic stays,
As night returns, your mind replays,
The wondrous art of dreams untamed,
In sleep's embrace, you are unchained.
F: Free yourself from everything
R: Remember all the hate it brings
E: Everytime you don't let out
E: Everything you want to shout
D: Demons will take a hold
O: Over you, you lose control
M: Make them feel a love sting
And when you tear
open my rib cage
I'd like for you to
make me something
beautiful
The bearings of my
insides I hope are
useful to you
I hope I am useful to
you.
If you cannot suppress a bad urge
To attack you, difficulties will surge
In tears you will be forced to submerge
As a successful man, you can't emerge
You must possess a truly great courage
By using optimism, life you must manage
Fear will surely cause maximum damage
As it can extremely perform real carnage
Wisely control your desire with determination
Let all negatively enticing suffer termination
Every bad thing be given a resolute elimination
Only full optimism must enjoy total domination!
Getting upset after a certain age is silly
That kind of unhappiness is highly costly
That will puncture your joy very abnormally
You must pump peace into your mind fully
If you repeat a mistake without learning a lesson
You are absolutely an incompetent foolish person
You must observe everything when you just listen
Then only chances of losing, you can wisely lessen.
There's no minute in the day
that I don't think about her;
I've been bewitched
by eyes that hold
their spell on me...
being away from her
is endless despair.
Controlling my madness
is not an easy task,
it's wearing a mask
and make believe I'm fine;
it could be a warning of jealousy...
something I'm not aware of: unless
I look inside myself and dive
in the waters of doubt asking for mercy,
hoping they won't confine...
and leave me without breath,
expecting the arrival of death!
I concentrate on my work,
but it doesn't help a bit,
my glance is stuck on the clock:
time stands still and makes me angry;
I try not to distracted myself
from what I'm doing,
I might as well be deaf
not hear her calling,
not seeing her happy smile...
ah, that's a horrible feeling!
I should get away from here and be
be in those arms all the while!
Controlling my madness
takes deeper awareness,
that indisputable trust
in faithfulness that I doubt a lot;
controlling my madness
is painting a gray sky in blue shades,
but underneath it shows gloominess...
no, nobody can change it's mood of sadness!
It all comes down to
Do you believe more
in enlightening original Earth creation stories
or
in empowering messianic passion narratives.
What comes down
inhaled
drawing in light
may reasonably appear like a monotheistic weapon
to avoid patriarchal-capitalist loneliness
loss
What goes out
exhaled
empowering polytheistic tools
to embrace polypathic-cooperative
co-passions.
What are we coming down and up
in and out toward?
Life,
love,
purpose,
destiny, I suppose,
whether secularly and democratically
universally enlightening multicultural stories
or sacredly and theistically
unitarian narratives
co-empathically empowered.
Yes, I see
your massive LeftBrain verbal story
Truth OR Fiction
AND then raise our RightBrain cooperating feelings
mythically narrating more.
C-leanliness
L-ets
A-trocious
I-nfection
R-etreat
E-rasing
C-oronavirus
O-nce
N-eatness
C-ontains
E-erie
P-andemic
C-ontrolling
I-ts
O-nerous
N-astiness
Topic: Birthday of Claire Concepcion (June 14)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Not easy to attack my body
No fear of the covid still in me
Mask and sanitizer
Sleeper cell of killer
In the lungs I install kaspersky
09.07.2020 Chattogram
All to reach
To prevail peace
Things to go under control
What peace to reach with a remote control?
We like to plan our life
hoping the weather plays along
but climate change has it's own law
need new weather app can't be wrong
We pick our day to go out a trip
see the sun symbol on that day
that's the day that our trip will be
without a doubt come what may
Remember the rain coat and umbrella
just in case a little drop's from the sky
also take your sunglasses and sun hat
with the deck chair for a lie
So be prepared whatever the weather
to make the event work for you
you never know how it'll turn out
go and prove it all is true!
Don’t try to control you
when I want my own way.
I am confused at the things that you say.
It’s not control to want these things
that everyone else gets so freely.
To be cherished and loved by you completely.
You think its control because you don’t want to change.
You like where you’re at, everyday is the same.
Refusing to move forward, you like playing your game.
It shows when you give out of want,
You don’t have to pretend. You don’t put up a front.
I can see, your true feelings they show
That you are stuck on the past,
refusing to let go.
That is why you think its control
You don’t give freely, your love doesn’t grow.
Hoping the tides someday will turn
In reality you lose, bridges you burn.
The cycle repeats and you’re in it again,
Playing the same game
with someone new instead.
Live in the moment, let go of the past.
I didn’t want to control, only wanted your best.
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