Do you see this home I made,
as well, the streets, houses and moon?
You are just a game I play,
ceasing to exist very soon.
Once out of sight, out of mind;
mere puppets dancing on my strings;
Life is illusion, you'll find
no magic with what freedom brings.
I will create the rainbows
or thunder as my mood dictates;
My rules, nobody knows,
along with all your future fates.
If you deign to interfere
I'll fill you full of distraction;
Better say your prayers right here
and give us both satisfaction.
Who dictates what is cool
He who drops out of school?
Who sets the tone for what is hip
He who gives the fuzz the slip?
Who decides what is in
The fellow with the cheshire-cat grin?
Who gets to define success
He who is given to excess?
Who is a veritable magnet for sex
He who stands for hours erect?
Who writes cutting-edge couplets like these
My dogwood, but he has the fleas
Line of inquiry:
The dream seems real since we don a form,
borrowed from elements of that domain,
but if we simply chose not to conform,
we wake up when desires to rest are lain.
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Life, seen sweet and scented is just a dream
Schemes planned prior, cruel Fate may rearrange.
The ground we stay on is not solid as it may seem
Everything is fickle and fleeting, subject to change.
We build concrete structures in stone and steel
Thinking their strength will never give way
But they may totter under Time’s spinning wheel
And collapse into rubble, ruin and ultimate decay.
Conform to the dictates of one’s Conscience.
Stoke the embers of light glimmering inside.
In everything seek, God’s benign guidance,
Not to drift like hollow husk over the tide.
What seems solid and stable are things of fragility
So, never get duped by the illusion of solidity.
To gaze upon the heavy plate, the suit of silvered mail,
One might construct a narrative of strength that cannot fail.
For it is the chosen armor that shields us from the world,
Against the thorns of heartache and the chaos left unfurled.
We endure the relentless siege, we struggle to and fro,
Until the seed held deep within dictates that it must grow.
The iron guards the fragile soul, a gentle, sacred space,
Wherein the waking masterpiece reaches toward the light,
To fill the hollow echoes with blossoms pure and bright.
For here the steel becomes a vessel, a bed of earth and moss,
Where fragile life ignores the dark and rises from the dross,
A rose that reaches for the dawn, consuming every loss.
Steadfast and resilient, the violet petal shows,
Protected by the armor where the honest beauty grows.
if you send the payment I will be yours, body and soul.
I think you can already feel my heart beating thinking about you
and my eyes can tell you everything you want to hear
my feelings are long before me (he whispered)
I can't wait to meet you, please send the money to my manager
and we can look each other face to face. like mature people
you told me that your manager dictates your schedule
and that you can't do anything without his approval
so all I can say is this: I'm so stupid I can't accept
honestly, it would have been an honor for me to meet you
something I never even dreamed of, but a straw fire is just a straw fire
and the path for real love depends only on the hand holding the match
a simple " I have found you " would have been enough
but it wasn't to be
so until we find out if we were meant to meet...
Clockwise rotation of the implanted grooves
Guarantees a routine agenda that can't fail you
For its reliable pace and its steady flow
Cannot be disrupted but by the hands that show
But what if this routine, was not for me
And this agenda disrupts my preferred spontaneity
For if the clock dictates my ability to be free
I'd rush through life with somewhere
Always having to be, an obligation that would
Prevent adventurous unknown possibilities
If time were infinite and these hands were of me own
I would point in the direction of the risky unknown
And shift my destination by refocusing the mirror
And never look back at the lapsed hours that got me here
I would set my hands on ten and two
And recharge the battery from its original groove
To a new zone where time could freeze
And life would be simple and more carefree
For if time were in the hands of my own
They'd solely be used by the manual flow
Of the wheels that spin with nowhere to go
I could have been updated
Like some computer system
Not terribly frustrated
At being a system’s victim
I take it as it comes
Like it supposed to be
What happens more than once
Compels you to agree
But anyhow it’s good
Just at this very moment
I never thought it should
Turn over to a torment
It was a pleasant day
Most of the time I slept
The heat dictates the way
How moments must be spent.
Behind the glass, a ticking god of brass,
Who waves a withered palm of fiberglass.
The neon crystal bleeds a bruised magenta hue,
Dispensing plastic tokens, counterfeit and true.
“Your wish is granted,” the solenoid sighs,
While servo motors calibrate his glowing eyes.
He sits in a paisley vest and a gold-wrapped head,
Proclaiming: “Be happy living, for you’re a long time dead.”
Drop in a copper, hear his jawbones creak,
The algorithm’s gospel is the truth he’ll speak.
He shuffles fifteen fortunes from a secret slot,
Telling you of money, love, and what you haven’t got.
A silicon swami in a cedar cage,
Selling sudden adulthood on a printed page.
For twenty-five cents—or a swipe of your card—
He dictates the future of a weary backyard.
But if you feed the Deluxe Cabinet every spare dime,
He loops all his blessings in a paradox of time.
A timeless automaton, forever programmed to please,
Dispensing our destinies on tear-off degrees.
Words, they say, are a powerful tool
To share thoughts and express emotions.
Instances, there are, when they are less potent,
In moments spent in meaningful silence.
When understanding life is taking a toll,
Direly confusing and overwhelming,
A minute of solitude will calm the soul,
And escape the noise, often troubling.
When tempers soar, anger flares,
When utterances cut deep within,
Trading no speeches, nor even a stare;
Is a fire doused by water, resembling.
When an idea shared is taken for granted,
Like a wind passing, no bearing, no weight,
Wisdom dictates that dignity be protected;
To keep mum is a clever sleight.
When the soul seems to go astray
And wanders an unfamiliar path,
A quietude may help find the way,
And heal all personal scathe.
It's late; the evening chill dictates.
Body shivered, skin hairs dampened
As the drowning silence resonates,
Isolation crept as the hour deepened.
Faint glows from the candles lit.
Replaced the moonlight, eerily absent.
Veiled by curtains, fogged by mist,
The alleyway is a precarious tread.
Arrived — those massive gates surround
The place I long expected to abound,
Where rest is rewardingly found
Completed the journey, one full round.
Let the door close; the past be forgotten
Escape from worries, untie the burden.
An existence resembling life in the Garden,
For all conclusions are personal heaven.
going through the motions as fate dictates
we remain at all times in witness mode
enlivened by bliss that never abates
in time stretched peace paying to God an ode
the vast, empty space being our abode
fully ignited is mind-body prism
with the elixir of God’s magnetism
dream high
young man,
for you are unique
in many ways.
God made
only one of you,
that makes you
special.
But you've allowed
yourself
to pay attention
to society's view
of you,
which dictates
that you're worthless.
So
devoid of dreams,
you waste precious
time.
From
Monday to Sunday
you make no
power moves.
Instead
of going to school
and getting
an education,
you go to the package
store
to purchase
a bottle of stagnation,
which blurs our
vision.
Instead of reaching
out
to touch your dreams,
some of you
reach out for the dope
dealer
to purchase what
you need to get by.
While
you're flying high,
you become lost,
having no direction.
Dream high
young man,
you're a born leader,
a trendsetter.
Get yourself together,
young man.
stand up and rise.
Dream high
young man,
utilize your unique
talents.
Dream high,
young man.
*Not a poem to start controversy
Imagine bombs falling all around you
But you don't have a clear reason why
Who is one with secrets to say another is worse?
As destruction falls from the beautiful sky?
I, as an Independent ask to know
Why a country dictates another?
When did people stop being equal to bestow
as war times begin to smother?
These words are not to start controversy
They are only to process what's going on today
And search through the chaos for mercy,
in a situation put upon us today
In the murky waters, there's a rallying cry for peace
It has been this way all the while
So why is it in the clearing so far away,
in these years of bombs and endless trial?
Heidi Sands
3/6/26
(C)opyright
* If it is about threat of being attacked here, why not stay here and defend our country?
In this moment of time
Once blurry is now crystal clear
The motivation for change
Has been incredible
The mindset now
Dictates where I want to be
No more games
No more second guessing
In this moment serenity
It feels like the chain has been broken
The world seems normal
Happiness has come around to my closed door
Burst open the simple things that will be
A heart so cold so bitter so obsessed with self destruction has been blown to peices
The morning sun so easily seen now
No more shades of gray
It's become a colorful arrangement of understanding
The ability to see the demons call them out for what they may be is all I need to become what I am meant to be
A man with simple desires and abundance of forgiveness for what I have done
It's the passion to say I have changed all for my better.
On my path to uncle's village apartment,
I was in hurry , whistling in joy and
excitement.
The decorated garden with beautiful flowers, The timely arrival of rain and its showers.
Where morning are enriched with soothing sun rays,
Reminds me of fairy tales and heavenly vergent fays.
Working farmers in the field to earn future reserves,
The nature renders the creature everything they deserve.
The settlements are integrated and the bonding is strong,
It carries the flow of a wave to propagate this life and beyond.
The vibrant nature dictates its urgency to flow in rivers,
To provide drinking water to all the thirsty survivors.
It is the most amazing thematic appreciation of nature,
Where all the dwellers are its signatory proprietor.
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