No one ever thinks about the inventor of the toilet
but we use it every day
no one thinks about the thought process put into that invention
I bet it took a long time to design
to me the toilet looks like a spaceship from Star trek
it would be neat if when I pulled the handle
It'd blast me into outer space
Although I would probably feel a little embarrassed with my pants down.
Do you know that song
"You're so vain
you probably think this song is about you"?
Well it was about him or her
So does that really make them vain?
I look in the mirror, I see the defects of my soul,
Shadowed by the flaws of my heart.
Am I blocking the path of light that I see in my shadow's front?
Do rumors define me, or can I break free?
From the burdens of doubt, or is it the weight in me?
In the darkness of the night, loneliness creeps in,
But I still hold on to the light I've known.
Perhaps to embrace my fears,
And wipe away my tears.
For the flame inside is burning bright.
I must stand up tall,
And pass through life's steel walls.
But when I look in the mirror,
All I see are the defects of my soul.
Breezy,
break away free bird,
as free as easy as the wind
wanderess go onward
~ through life~
with an incessant need
to find solace
and meaning
back in god’s grace
It’s penetrating places you roam
and journeyed from
Free bird without
a home, without your flock
Once wings spread across
golden honey horizons
then held still on a dock
Cries o’er the retched waves
drenched in its chunder
into the d
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pulled
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yet, naïve waif,
like a seagull in the skyline so free,
inside is a breezy pathfinder
Blowing are the winds o’er the sea
facile and carefree
Jagged are rugged roads that block,
all paths ahead obscure
bone trails lead downward
Mountain lions abound stalk,
smell the desperation on sweat
dripper of hurt, rebellious
When ships pass in at night,
they speak in the darkness,
disappear in the vastness
Free bird fly far—far away,
never to return again
A tempest moves the wind
wildly through the trees
s~h~a~k~ing sands
Put your hands together
Wanderess,
be still, runner
contend a prayer
come into sense
come home ~
Somehow, silence speaks more than words.
Sometimes it's peaceful, sometimes it's not.
Sometimes, it's the calm before the storm.
And sometimes, it is the answer to the war.
But silence- it speaks the heaviest words of them all.
How can you express a feeling so pure
Which takes you to heaven, as you forget
All the pain you had to endure?
Can a mere few words convey the heights
Of where you stand, because of simple joy?
A kid with a candy, a man with a trophy
But only the heart knows the winsome beauty
Now I'm on cloud nine, a paradise so bliss
And I can think of nothing amiss.
My soul's a garden, filled with Lillies
So yellow and bright, a blinding light.
and stands there, the proud little dandelions
But I will hold on to my blue daisies.
The Obiden Administration is the yeast infection of society.
The improv of impropriety.
The B squad strip club-bullet scarred-in line item
veto
of buffet line, Golden Corral of Megiddo of Communism in the sub zero Winter of our discontent manifest manifesto, with supply lines severed and trucking lines red line crossed white line fevered,
picking up hitch-hikers instead of towing the bill
of more spam, poltical theater,
this time at the border,
Jihad ampetheater.
Where's the oil drilling, refineries, manufacturing (besides lies)
where is the poor and middle class relief?
Where's the Beef!?
Our former lives.
Well its been burned in processing plant fires,
alot of them.
Got Milk?
Got your vaccine?
Get moving this line isn't for gasoline.
Its for booster shots, the other two for media education and guillotines.(I will add this here, so there isn't 1666 characters in the box) now, 1591,
...there, oops it went down again
~Anastastia O....
Far beyond the center of my thoughts,, like an untouchable realm I can see
Pieces and facts merging like salt water and sand at the sea
Turbulent waves keep rolling, before the sand at shore is wet and dries
My heart breaks for so many, watching as the mind slowly dies
It's easy to say that all will be fine, enhanced by days of prayer
But the truth is people are suffering, many not speaking , they don't dare
Deep inside the people, what is happening is known to be wrong
Just like in timing sound in the playing of an off-tune song
Although I write of seeds from atrocity, in words that are sad
We must have courage to stay strong , to overcome what is bad
So much has become twisted and now things are upside-down
To level all this out, we must unite so that we do not drown
An ocean filled with wisdom, that is created together
To face the biting storms in different types of weather
So swim with courage and strength, reach hands to another
- The barren desert is nothing but the other -
Heidi Sands
4/28/22
After a brief illness the world rolls back
as a globe atlas seeking its gimbal.
It occurs to me that the planet has no legs,
that legs are a mark of the ephemeral nature
of all angularity. Roundness the real
mark of the Lord Thy God.
I then wonder if I still have a fever of the brain?
My bowels are irregular
I dump fiber into my coffee, munch on dry toast.
A host of ridiculous thoughts plague me still.
Being perhaps still ill and loosely fitting
I bang my head upon a poem
and pray that it may recover all by itself.
you are afraid that seeming soft makes you weak, so you over compensate with anger and agression in order to appear fierce, so that you can feel as though you are strong, you feel that you cannot feel strong unless you have some sort of power over another, but i shall tell you, this is another kind of weakness, true strength is found in dignity and integrity, of simply being yourself, open and honest and without self deciet, a simple statement of who you are without any excuse or explanation, that is the true courage, to face yourself,to conquer your own inequities not those of others, to withstand the fire of self and emerge unburned, this is true strength, true courage, and true freedom from the shackles of self and others, in the freedom of being able to love yourself and others, without cause, without justification and without reason, this is the true freedom and joy of life.
What if all I've ever craved for
All I've ever fought for
The best of all I wish to see
Have always truly been in me?
I know love is all we need to give
And love should be the reason we live
But what if the love I seek to feel
Has all these while been always free?
What if all I see in my dreams
Has never been that far from me
And all I need to live my dreams
Is to unleash the peak from inside me?
Oh yes, I've crossed deep oceans
In my search for motivation
But what if those little things I do let go
Are what I really need to feel complete?
March 5, 2021
I suppose it wouldn't be that bad to star in a cheesy tv show if the show was about cheese.
Careful what you order in the Korean noodle shop. It might arrive with mayonnaise on top.
Why are there no great InCel stand-up comics? And people say feminists aren't funny.
Ever heard of "Story Mapping"? Apparently it's a cult thing. A box of air for which people pay money.
"Come meet Baby Kim!" said the invite. Brought little knitted slippers. Turned out it was a kimberly monitor lizard.
Maybe covid virus can be spread by our ears. Do not go out without earplugs! Also, do not drop your pants in public.
I thought I saw Johnny Depp downtown, wearing a girly hat. But it was Jennifer Tilly.
A smile on her face and a gleam in her eye - From the poem 'Batter up.' by Eve Roper
I can't deny she doesn't know
what will happen, what shall come later
That one day the free-spirited angel we see will vanish
One day her optimism will fade
as she discovers it isn't worth the light of day
Hard work pays off, well certainly
that's what we are told we have to think.
One isn't always so fortunate to never experience
behind the scenes work.
What you see isn't ever the whole truth
only a bleak analysis, a review
The submerged portion of the ice cap is fogged over
The mind is not the face,
happiness is not the grief and distress
The smile begins to fade
the gleam begins to grow dimmer, and dimmer
Her mind grows more aware
and she sheds her first tear.
her good memories disappear into thin air
her conscience roars as it takes over
her walls of sanity come splintering down,
in an earthquake named understanding.
I don't think too deep,
just further than others,
it's not wasted energy,
it just occurs.
Others see the pun,
I see the double-entendre,
with a thought path of just one,
they call me the dumb one after.
So, they've half the mind of mine,
a hemisphere's numb,
you're too deep they whine,
stop being dumb,
while my 2 halfs with 2 paths,
understand what's done,
as well as their pun,
so i laugh,
deep thinking's fun.
While you say stop, it's a waste of energy,
I feel energized okay, it's natural in me.
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