Life is not a journey but a time-lapse of merry/many destinations.
You start with smashed peas and carrots by a deflected spoon.
And end with flowers and thorns crested on you.
Problems are met with solutions.
Hoping and hopping on the milestones below.
Awareness = being mindful and forcing a look at your darky shadow below.
Acceptance = being open to change by surrendering and/or letting go.
Accountability = being responsible to take inner and outer measures.
Aligned action = being intentional in using your intuition to apply inspired action.
Appreciation = being grateful for solving the problem(s) and gaining growth (knowing + doing better).
The Rose of Jericho is a grim plant,
The Spider Orchid leafs are a tumbled mess ,
Looking at this plant where's the charm I confess ,
The Rose of Jericho’s leafs are dried , gross and not scant.
The rat tail cactus is foul to behold,
It’s tail like tentacles look like spiky strips,
And string the leafs together use them for whips,
The cactus flowers are lovely I am told.
What flowers are awesome during the night?
The Evening primrose has a strong scent too,
The Moon flower is lovely to behold.
These flowers shine bright ;they do not need light,
This plant has fatty acids ,good for you ,
This flower blooms are spiral I am told.
when having been born black in the dark
how black will eyes be of those who are Black
while seeing the black coming out of them
being able to see the Black who came back
being in dark black Black looking
at the black while being stuck in
the black, After a Black had been
stuck in the back, who in heaven still will be black
died and as Black back to life would be brought back
to those who came back to see him come back
Regardless, have you ever seen a darky in the dark
who would be a Black being Black drinking black rye
that he wanted to be come through until he was through
fllying a plain plane who was in mortal pain making much
remorse in the dark black sky which would pass by
without telling another lie while in the sky so will say
good by to the sky while in the sky dying will die trying in
the sky.
When my little eyes felt dizzy,
The whole world turn the lights off...
Twinkling stars stayed behind the window,
But the silent moon peeked in through my window;
My naughty dreams took me to many worlds,
Darky shadows haunted my space,
No worries, I was fast asleep...
My little eyes shrinked and opened,
When the shiny beams glanced me with
the non stopping beams to tell me
"You got another day as a gift".
Writing in pitch-dark pitchy begin
Upon the stroke of silent pen
Touches my words across the night sky
Where me inner self meets a spirited lullaby
Silent space is a lonely place
Where altar sits in poet grace
Night sweats; pearls of sweet verse hone
As I cradle and nurture in golly forest home
An owl calls goodnight hoot
The vista of darky shadows across the woods salute
While scribbling lyrical in darkness peep
Poetic drift, rush past, looking deep
Writer man licked in night-time dew
Shedding sleep dust to the dusky view
To sound of rhymes, the scripter re-awaketh
The wellspring of motivation for the Midnight Poet
True, one night
I saw a shing being
up, there in sparkle
winkling at me
as my joy lit
thoght he stay with me
when the morning came
i see all cloudy blue
True, one day
i saw a shadow being
walking with me
his step were echoesd of my steps
bending bowing he was
when night came
i see all darky mood
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