Normally silence is what makes most people miserable
But if noise brings pain then silence is a miracle
The best words are the ones that are left unsaid
The battle is with yourself and the words inside your head
No one can hear you and nothing is written in permanent ink
Your thoughts exchange one to another faster than you blink
Can you imagine a world where silence dominates
It would be less fist fights, black eyes and heartaches
The world would be beautiful just as I said
More fathers around, no wars, less people dead
Silence is beautiful in arguments between one another
Decreases the mental abuse of going any further
Loved ones die and there's guilt from past words spoken
The white noise called words leaves hearts severely broken
The problem with biblical eisegesis
is that you tear Bible verses to pieces.
And in your effort to make of the Bible and its glory
your own personal story,
the truth value of the Bible dramatically decreases.
I should have listened to my nieces,
they said it would fall into pieces,
when the temperature decreases.
Then all those dirty rats and meeses,
will crawl in through the cracks and creases,
and its effectiveness then ceases.
Mounds of mouth-watering double mashed potatoes
Decreases my desire for a carrot or tomatoes
You can take the celery and beets back to the kitchen
Carbohydrates and starches are for what I’m itch’n
I took my own temperature.
And there was nothing good about it.
Am I sick or just dead?
The temperature decreases.
I took my dog outside.
He likes to take a walk.
It is cold.
Stiff limbs, but I walk.
I talk to the neighbors.
Frozen.
Not shivering.
Moving my arms energetically.
The temperature decreases.
So I went back inside.
I took my temperature again.
Something, something within.
Inside, I am withering.
Arms slithering.
I think it’s cold.
Or maybe it’s just bold.
Like bold coffee.
From a smiling coffee tree.
The coffee maker laughs at me.
And produces only iced coffee.
I sip.
In the early morning.
Looking at the clock.
It gets earlier.
I take my temperature.
It is early.
And cold as iced coffee.
I take my own temperature.
There was nothing.
Corruption in the rumours and on the scenes
High profile slaps and cattle vaccines
Taxes, levies and airport leases
Pleasure decreases and pressure increases
Critics disappear in a bid to peddle fear
Rage and despair always lingers in the air
In the web of science and in the display of art
But it all meets a deaf ear and a hardened heart
Cry much tears and make much noise
But nothing under the sun presents choice
We are in the middle of a humbling occasion
Where we turn to God in desperation
We have tried change in its ranges
And for ages in sin and its wages
And the overturns have brought us to this
Where justifiers of war are men of peace
We now recall unheeded warnings
Now that we suffer squeezed earnings
But that is water under the bridge
We scale in huff the steepness to the ridge
Armed with no trust in fellow man
Neither buying his promise nor plan
And this I will teach my children
To cast faith only to God in Heaven.
K. Muitherero
The tap and the sink had a brawl
(the pair being stuck to the wall)
the cold tap smashed the sink
with a crash and a plink;
serenely watched by the pee stall.
Interposed did tap’s buddy, drain,
(who held up the sink with a strain.)
Dear sink is in pieces;
her value decreases;
she once was so smart and urbane!
HAIKU MAXIMS FOR EVERYDAY DEALING WITH YOUR BOSS
If you want to hear
Your boss decreases his voice
Quickly admit your fault
The sigh of your boss
Is a sign of frustration
Caused by your follies
Always treat your boss
As professional, and be
Not too familiar
Historically the books are written by a well-known writer
The characters are formed to choose the sense of flight or fighter
The library of the mind stows away the facts from the fiction
The sequence of events unfold, memorised with restriction
The nature of the story, can cause the mind to cry
The loss of peaceful innocence in those days gone by
The imagery of barricades in a crowded stark front room
Foreboding silence and tension create a sense of doom
In the old terraced house, there’s a closure of ranks
As the fighter steps forward and the other flanks
The pushing and shoving in the silent stark room
The circle decreases and a flash warps the plume
The memories jagged as they cut like a knife
As she’s hit by the boxer and fights for her life
The dry autumnal street carpets red and gold
The crunch of the leaves cushioned the blow
The flash of the memory vivid and sharp
Innocence held with such disregard
The nature of the story, can cause the mind to cry
The loss of peaceful innocence in those days gone by
A man only grows old when he no longer dreams, then he decreases.
As our human population increases
we risk becoming an invasive species.
We are spreading with speed
like an unwelcome weed,
so native creatures are suffering decreases.
As I laid there looking up at the stars,
I felt sad and all alone.
The sting of old scars
made me realize that you were already gone.
No matter what I said, I was to blame,
yelling at me about my upbringing.
All I have left is your last name,
and a heart that was crushed and bleeding.
As I laid there on the ground,
with my heart all torn to pieces.
I heard a familiar sound,
He said, “ as you let go, the pain decreases.”
I made up my mind,
all determined and true.
I was leaving the past behind,
and moving on to somewhere new.
I got to my feet,
wiped the tears from my eyes,
was more determined not to accept defeat.
I was through listening to the lies.
As all my chains were breaking,
I had gotten my wings.
While you were sitting in the dirt shaking,
I took flight and now my heart sings.
I hear a voice calling out
“come up higher“
With His voice there is no doubt,
Jesus is my only desire.
He is calling to His Bride,
All spotless and white
Get ready to ride,
I AM making everything right!!!
Made up Broadway Show
Had to put you in the know
Marquee is set
Visual aid effect
The theory of Fast
The thought of how long
Rehearsals have been for weeks
You are in for a treat
Just don’t retreat
Clock ticking
Almost showtime
Wardrobe change
The background stage is ready
We can’t be late
Remember your script lines
You will do fine
Audience are in their seats anticipating
Overture has begun
You have been invited among
Spotlight on
Curtain rises
Feel the anxiety
The show of wheeling and dealing
Love affairs
Emotions
True dramatics
Rushes and hushes
Face to Face
Pace to Pace
Never ending
Always surviving
Never ending
The applause
The excitement
Amazement
Cast takes their bow
Curtain goes down
Music decreases
Broadway Night
Dazzle in sight
Entertainment
Fulfilling commitment
Uphill climb with time to waste.
please let me know how you feel
if my love your gonna steal
my hearts been broken way to often
from words and lies that were spoken
in a soft and loving way
that just left me in dismay
I'll listen very carefully
the way you are speaking to me
is breaking down my hearts defense
into a million shattered pieces
each honest syllable decreases
the cold I ever used to know
my broken hearts staring to grow
stronger with each hug and look
you're a very clever crook
stealing away my past
like a magician that has cast
a spell over my mind and soul
completing my happiness goal
from a true reality
powering your love on me
finding a good friend is hard
sometimes you get caught off guard
thinking they will not betray
your friendship in any way
sometimes the lies they will tell
turns your days to living hell
and your heart is torn to pieces
trusting others just decreases
you never thought a heart as blue
could ever trust someone so new
that came into your life to start
the thawness melting on your heart
a lifelong friendship starts to build
a lonely life is now fulfilled
with joy and some happiness
never thinking you'd be blessed
with a friend trusting and true
sticking by you--strong as glue
your days are full once again
going where you'd never been
your mind now knowing there's so much
to learn from a true friends touch
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