Please Don't take that chance away from your kids ,make good choices for yourself for them : My Dad, my Dad didn't have much just rich in heart, wasn't really book smart so took to the streets, he was gentle but if you pissed him off then he would get disgruntle, he was a man who had been a Son,brother, husband,father who loved all his daughters, he was well liked by those who loved to ride motor-bikes, yup this was my Dad...It was devastating that another man had to have it come to an end, so thanks mister for robbing my sisters and I all over stupid lies, hindering our relationship cause you had to flip,blew him away but you get to stay..It hurts to be only seven saying bye Dad now you go to heaven . hmmm, I wonder at times how YOUR kids feel about your crimes!!! I love you Dad, though it makes me beyond sad my sons can't hug their granddad R.I.P , forever in my heart!
Before it is posted on Facebook and everyone knows
I peed in an Iowa cornfield at the beginning of some rows.
It was an absolute necessity under direst of circumstance
My brother took the picture showing my unique little dance.
And, no, I don’t make a habit of that sort of unseemly activity
But when “you gotta go, you gotta go,” a traveling man’s proclivity.
So, when you see my backside with front facing those rows of corn
Be very thankful I was clothed, not posed like the day I was born!
And since the photograph does not show my face full frontal
I can always deny the whole incident with a thorough disgruntle.
written August 23, 2021
No matter how good we are
Most marriages have a wall,
That divides war and conquer
The barriers we erect affects us all.
Cold and calm two lifeless form
Lay side by side will not always chide.
Passion is a demon in the storm,
cruel torture willing to hide.
Reality is a plague lived out best,
Through images of songs and poetry
We create; when we are at worst,
fiercest disgruntle disguised enemy.
Seeking rehab, to quench the soul
temporally release finds a moment of peace.
The welcome propitiation of parole
That our natural laws set beyond reach.
Truth, for the present, is best to confess
Attributes to be a candle of the future.
Rehab walks through the test of forgiveness,
honesty always dispel the fate of failure.
Summer and winter day and night,
Shadows in the mind arrive and forecast
The spring of hope a ray of light,
You take your chances and leave the rest.
Let the past go through the atmosphere,
Take the heat and all the heavyweight,
Work and form a bridge to cross back over
From harm and the snare of hell’s gate.
What on her disgruntle to sidetrack my dear love-
When by all means all hers are the mainspring of my joy?
Her face; yea, hers, is the mellow effulgence of moon
That sweeps away malaise out of my face
Her smiles are the wellspring of my joy
That deluge me with utter merriment
Her voice is the musical warble of my day
That hum me melodies of comfort and solace
Now all her cascading tears; give them to me
They are the quencher I slurp for my emotional aridity
O ours is the entiwed souls tried-and-true
For all she gives I atone equally
Good and bad we stick like a cockle burr in a sheep's coat
In her galling dejection--when she is as weak as a clay pigeon,
My arms I stretch for her bulwark
And I relieve seeing her guffaw like a first swimmer duckling
Who lay her hassock when she topples?
Or where else on earth is the assuagement to her throes?
In all the hustle and bustle
Of Life.
People running around in
Circles,
Stepping on your feet, pushing
Shoveling,
Without a hello
Where did all the nice people
Go?
Never a smile
Just disgruntle
“Wow just a sigh”
Know sugar and dumpling
Not a smiling face in all the
Audience.
“Just a sigh”
Rushing around in circles
Looking for something they
Can’t find..
Just open your heart and let
A beautiful serenade flow
From the essence of your inner
Self..
And let love flow through the waves
And find all inner peace..
Let your love touch someone
Heart today..
Let another heart shine with love
From the love for one another..
Off the plane, from landing,
upon a country, not yet, set free.
Realizing a year, out of, one's life,
is being used, to change, their history.
Allowed, only so much, to bring,
with the comforts, of home, being none.
Told the time, of one's self, is distribute,
by how much, of the mission, is done.
Dealing, with a certain, mind set,
of being, trap deeply, from within.
Always, put under control, by higher,
to not, be lured, in breaking, an army sin.
Having, to face, such animosity and danger,
From disgruntle people, who live, outside the wire.
Fearing every time, one goes out,
in either, being blown up, or receiving enemy fire.
Hoping people, left behind, back at home,
don't forget, the fact, and the soldier, they know, so well.
The fact, the soldier, of whom, they known,
along with, their buddies,are going through, relentless hell.
Sometimes we just want to get away.
Break free from all this heartache and anger need I say.
Be free to roam without hurt in our heart
Get away from the aggravation that's tearing us apart.
We need someone to see our struggle , to understand.
Why good people get stepped on by an un defiant man?
By man I mean society, by person I mean you.
Living in depression leaves one disgruntle and blue.
Not knowing the next move, not knowing the next step.
Be careful my friend, the pressure will build up yet.
All in your mind, in your heart need I say?
Broken hearts, broken promises leaves you in confusion and dismay.
Break free from all the chaos that holds you break.
Determination you have and a strong will you do not lack.
Hold your head up high, stand proud and strong.
For when all else fails, you'll be the first one they call.
Life is too political, dreams are getting critical and our aspirations are just
hypothetical thoughts;
We strive for recognition, leaving behind our own ambitions not knowing the race
for status we run is already lost.
Too many dreams have been forgotten, our children are now spoiled rotten, it
seems as if we do not remember the struggles of the past;
When Rosa sat for us , Malcolm was shot for us and Martin told us the dream
was to finally be free at last.
Our souls are now sold to the devil, we place money on a higher level. The basis
of respect now is really how much we earn.
I remember when reading was fundamental, life was less disgruntle, back then
the basis for respect was how much we could learn.
Can we take our time and take life slow. Go back to the life we use to know, an if
not then we shall surely find ourselves sinking.
These are just some words I wanted to share, some of you may not really care
but I wanted to provide you with some critical thinking.
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