I am the Space that stretches beyond,
I am the Distance where echoes are gone.
I am measured by light as it drifts through the night,
I am the Infinite, hidden from sight.
What Lives Inside
Beyond the noise of the world outside,
there lives a truth I cannot hide,
A story, a dream, a restless tide,
What is it that lives inside ?
A silent voice I cannot define,
No perfect words no design
For nothing fills the empty space,
the outer world cannot replace.
And when the ones we love let go,
And leave us aching , lost and low,
We turn within where shadows hide
To find a gentler world inside.
A place that never turns away
Nor leaves our fragile hearts to stray,
It holds us close through every storm
And loves us simply as our form.
Cactus needs no fence, No need reins to donkey, Rich needs no degree.
Oh, my beloved,
I've been searching for you all day long.
Since the day we met,
I've been deeply in love with you.
I've been craving your presence,
Dying every day as I wait for you.
I've been utterly consumed!
I sense that you've been with me telepathically,
Sending me signs!
I feel like you're the only king of my heart,
Capable of ruling the universe.
You're the only one who can conquer the world.
You told me that everything's possible
when we unite!
You revealed that there's another life
Beyond what we can touch or see.
You've proven that you're the only one
Who can truly reap the world's rewards!
I know, you love me unconditionally.
Yet, you struggle to reveal your true identity,
Fearing I'll leave you forever.
Sometimes, you think of leaving me
When you see me with someone.
But know this, my love: I'll always be by your side.
Trust me, darling. Trust me, darling.
The equality of choice
Didn’t really bother me
Cause my opinion wasn’t voiced
They took it as a quandary
In fact, I was just waiting
For the sun to come out
And as it did, I ate
The right stack with no doubt
For it was brighter lit
And I could plainly see
What kind of grass to eat
While they were staring at me.
Great aunt Dorothy had a concrete donkey in her yard.
She had inherited it and the house from my grandparents.
This donkey had been in this yard since nineteen forty-one.
We kids always begged to decorate it for Halloween and Christmas.
Aunt Dorothy said this idea was despicable.
It would not be honorable.
The donkey would not like it.
She died three weeks ago.
Two days before Halloween, so we decorated the donkey.
He was now a purple peril, and I think he loved it.
After we left, he walked down to the graveyard to show her.
And there he sits, all pretty, next to her grave.
A monkey and a donkey,
went and stood by a tree.
To tell many of the creatures,
how the future should be.
Then monkey saw a man,
who was made from the sand,
but was smart enough to know,
how to trade for the land.
He grabbed donkey by the ears,
but did not cry any tears.
While time marches on,
there went by many years.
In fact monkey got so sad,
then he really got mad.
When he saw his friend donkey,
being treated so bad.
The monkey had a tree,
the donkey used to be free.
That told many of the creatures,
how the future would be.
Democrats like Damocles Sword's imminent jeopardized positions of power hail her rise,
Decades of teamsters support, NO, Harris-Demos few endorsed her in the public's eyes,
Democrats today are like the Dixiecrats of Dewey's days are playing old-school, sex-race cards,
Repubs set in their ways, and Demos are bendable like what's his face got her on second base, charades.
He needed to win, expendable, same cards played, sex-(win over for the women voters) it is a given for the race.
D for Demos who are Distancing from Drunkards--her hidden card takes centerstage--loses face.
First line expounded of my original Pie-in-the-sky, and
the rest was a shot in the dark, played with dance cards.
*She can seek help if she don't slur her words on camera that she is,
being tailed., f0x learned from Di' lawsuit--pass the buck.
Repubs are no angels in this with Trumy-Dumpy on a ticket and not a wall, the third possible gallops in time with withdrawals TBA.
Now that I've no money,
You said I'm a monkey,
You now think it's funny,
But it's no way funky.
You said I'm a donkey,
That's no longer swankie,
'Cos you're now a bunny,
Im no longer hunny.
But when I had money,
I was then a honey,
We went on journeys,
Needing no attorneys.
You left without warning,
I now cry each morning
I'm now good for scorning,
With my heart now mourning.
Buy a Donkey
The Sunday papers had nothing to tell
except for the usual trivia and endless
wars somewhere on the planet
As I get older and older, nothing much
is of importance, novels are good only
for taking our mind off the ennui
I used to write poetry and hoped to
publish until I realized it was of no
importance for anyone or me
Very few things in our lives are important
it does not stop wars; we are as stupid
as before the wheel.
Yesterday, I visited a donkey ranch and
thought these animals are important
when fleeing from tribal wars
We spend a set number of years here
much of it on bagatelles like work and
pay negotiations and pension reforms
When of years are over, nothing changes
except who got what of our lot, what
I can do for the future is to buy a donkey
A Bengal tiger has an uncanny hunch
That he'll encounter a tasty beast to munch
Finding an inedible Prey
with fear he roars go away!
Then runs to seek a more suitable lunch
Tiger roars loud cheerfully as it saw
Donkey : Ready to jump showing paw -claw.
But bound to stand still.
No attempt to kill,
owing to sudden attack of locked jaw.
There once was a young tiger named Roar
this bold greeting he gave to Eeyore...
"Hey you, shove out the way;
I got no taste for gray."
With one swift kick, donkey mopped the floor.
The tiger growled "You shall not pass!"
The donkey said "Come on. Don't be so crass.
I'm just here for a drink
and if you really think
you can stop me, I'll just kick your dumb a**!"
Donkey went to a small stream one day,
but a tiger stood right in his way.
Tiger roared and then fled.
Donkey filled him with dread
when he let out a bellowing bray!
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