In the days of milk and honey
Milk was cheap and fresh
Honey costed little money
And I paid in cash
In the dream one winter night
I was flying low
In the blur of lamppost light
I was flapping slow
Over houses and then
Swooping down I flew
Over pavements and again
Up towards the blue
In the days of wine and music
Days of happy sadness
Nothing seemed too much intrusive
In my eyes of gladness
Troubles, hardships and decay
Left their mark on me
But I threw them all away
Just to let me be
In the days of love and painting
Days of paper cup champagne
I was frequently escaping
From each place I stayed
I was making lots of friends
And I was beknown
But all friendships had to end
In the days bygone
Days dissolve into thin air
Still I fly in dreams
Over houses, over square
In the dimmed light beams.
Conspiracy of fire and wind
That almost consumed my body
But left my soul stronger and awakened.
The fact that no one cares when you burn
So better learn to stand on your own
Against the fire
That wants to consume your soul
And those who would rather
Step on you when you stumble
Than help you stand up
And would rather throw gasoline
On you when you burn
Than to help you or extinguish the fire
February 15, 2024, PST, SPC
Inspired by the unintentional fire that I caused while some chose to rather judge me than to help extinguish it. Thank God I was able to extinguish it but it almost costed my life
2 Cups of cooked seasoned mustard greens or spinach
if with rabbit and chicken would prefer mustard greens
with fish and chicken would prefer spinach
drained and cooked greens .
1 tablespoon of lemon zest
1/2 cup of cooked chopped bacon
!/2 cup minced mushrooms
1/2 cup of chopped onions
5 Tablespoons of minced garlic
1/2 cup of pine nuts
1/2 cup of feta
1/4 cup of heavy cream
1 teaspoon of ground ginger
2 tablespoons of olive oil
mix well.
one turkey breast filleted and butterflied skin off.
stuff turkey with greens
fold and wrap turkey skin around the stuffed fillets.
season turkey breast and coat with
mixture of lemon juice and
melted butter.
cover in foil and roast.
"ThanX_Givin Told Christmas
This is My Darn Musick!
Ya'll gone now!"
A bassoon cost $350.00
The Bassoon and Piano Lesson costed
$600.00.
It took him Four weeks
to get the rhythmn.
Two weeks to catch the two.
Four weeks
to play groovy.
Found ah Gal at the mall
Took Movie
and now he thinks he got the bluees.
Not once did I fall,
but countless.
Words shaking,
fearing the tender,
touch of clouded mystery.
Should the mind's waters,
spill from the glass,
to whom will it fall,
the good or the bad?
The grains of my sand,
are the pieces of the void,
where my mind treaded always.
It is kept in my chest,
with a lock in my heart,
that should someone wish,
to steal my sand,
it will be futile.
I will protect,
what streams from my soul.
For, once before,
everything nearly costed,
my Soul.
A piece of clay spinning around,
Molded by hands of fire and ice,
Shaped into form; tied and bound
By experiences through this vice.
Round and round upon a spin wheel,
Born into centre going fast and slow,
Pieces of clay falling; the bonemeal
picked up and hand built to grow.
Every piece of clay on the slab,
Foot pressing down on pedal and held,
The hands pinch, fold and grab
Molding each into a shape unparalleled.
Potter works tirelessly, but exhausted,
Each mistake, flaw seen by many the few,
Of these to account for all, but costed
Enough and thrown into oven, our debut.
Baked into true form with all on display,
Heat rising and baking; what is shown…
Beautiful pot or broken pieces of clay?
Oven opens, steam rising; a tombstone.
He flashed a smile on his way out,
Giving his co-workers a wide wave,
And he had absolutely no doubt,
That he was better than his friend Dave.
He struts past all the buildings and shops,
Straightens his tie and suit in the glass,
And then he goes across the blacktop,
And checks his antique watch made of brass.
Now the city is dirty and dark,
Every once in a while it’s unsafe,
There's the constant sound of a dog’s bark,
This is a place where one might lose faith.
And the man slouches and drags his feet,
He loosens his tie and dips his head,
He is a man in total defeat,
His sorrow is heavier than lead.
His shoes are worn and old, but shiny,
His suit is rips and tears, only inside,
His soul suddenly feels much more tiny,
When he realized all he's done is lied.
Though he is tired and exhausted,
This is where he feels the most at home,
Which makes it worth more than it costed,
All the while he is here at home.
Some tides are small, and some are bigger than our thoughts
Some create the problem only a few provide a solution
My little princess, building mud castle in these tides
With her tiny, tiny footprints walking along in these tides
Along ago with my wife hand on hand walking in these tides
Never thought It would be our last time together
All these photos are the stories behind each one of us
Never thought I would end up recalling these stories without her
None of us expected this to be the way when it happened
It supposed to be a happy day all I wanted to keep the faith
Giving birth is not the best option for her though it costed her life
Gone giving birth, so my little girl's future must worth her sacrifice.
Going around in shorts is considerable crime,
Oh now you can't even play with slime,
It's outrageous to talk about PeePee in public,
Do you remember now when country became republic?
Swings and slides are day dreams of many,
Remember the the train rides that costed a penny?
Enjoy a chocolate or two if want,
But there might still be hospitals that haunt.
When sports was just running around with a ball,
Doesn't matter in the ground or the hall,
When parents didn't embarrass you much,
And you wouldn't care if people judge.
Growing up is natural and not a choice,
You can tell it has happened by the change in voice,
You're bound to miss the days when you were young,
But it's the past now, the songs been sung.
Somewhere that you can be,
but I can't be
Living with lies, but I know you
still care
Same thing that you can do, but
I can't do
The teardrop that I caught, but
you didn't care.
From beneath the heart, your
smiles behind the shoulder
Faces you put up and the
feelings you hid below the hips
An open heart with clouded
mind,went dark makes me
shudder
Numb over the softness of the
palm nor the sweetness of the
lips.
It meant too much, for we were
so in love
Costed me much,with the
stream of tears... Blurred
Was drown In it, till it flew of
like a grey dove
A thousand wishes,now standing
with a dead rose... Marred.
I raised an Australian dingo,
no name came to mind but Ringo;
he jumped on me,
ripped my clothes daily...
it costed me plenty of money!
Only once I left him alone;
good grief... my furniture was torn!
Oh, should I be mad...
or be kind instead?
I'll sleep over it for tonight!
All Ringo did was run, bark and howl,
mistaking a small cat for an owl;
They took him away
to the zoo today;
he'll whimper form his cage, not rest!
I'll take him back, lest he behaves;
his lesson he'll learn: good manners!
Now, Ringo just stares
to earn forgiveness...
it's fun to play with him and laugh!
(This is a fictional poem)
When I go on a date, I make the girl order the cheapest thing on the menu.
They usually walk out the door before the dates have a chance to continue.
My last date ordered a meal that costed a hundred and ten dollars.
The owner threw me out on my ___ when I started to holler.
The price of an egg McMuffin is about as high as I'm willing to go.
When I ask the girls out a second time, they slap me and say no.