The wind blasts from the sea, a paper cup falls down
I’m gazing at the sand beneath my feet
Why should I listen to these noises on the background
Is there another small cafe around to sit
Time heals but it remains unclear what
The pain subsides, then it evolves into the new
And that new pain is just exactly like the old
Time’s not a goodwill paramedic in my view
Self-deprecation is a healer free of charge
A tunnel vision tunes the optics of the heart
Troubles diminish, and small pleasures look enlarged
The view clears up and there we are, never apart
Sometimes I’m able to perceive the memories
As if I’m living backwards, sit and wait
Just yesterday, I smelled your roses in the breeze
You said you’d called me, but I called you back too late.
Hand on your shoulder- by Dominique Smith
Hi, whom are talking to? The cold reality pull you back. Hey? Whered you go? Whomsoever is there is no longer a feeling. Tight shadows in your cold corner, the feathering flicking lights of trust have been drained. The wires are exposed and unsafe, the water of tears can help electrocute you.
Falling failing flattened on the pavement, Hey? There you are. Wake up, what are you doing out here. Forest lit by fire flies, no memories have felt so enlarged, time goes on the weather is no longer a factor. Stop being stupid and get up off the ground, stop calling me stupid! Whome are you talking to? The humidity has you in a chokehold, the warm bath you slip into is a huge relief.
Come on, Lets go home. But I am home, No our home. Ok , lets go. WAITE!! NO!! what the hell is wrong with you?! I was going home.... No you're not! Youre going to the building with help and hope, No! Im not! Im going home! Look me in my eye, ok. Are there any hands on my shoulders? No. Then you fooled her again. Because you told the truth, the only hands i see are on my shoulders and they would never leave me no matter what or who.
So little Room — I occupied —
When Breath — withdrew from Me —
The House — enlarged — to wilderness —
And left — Infinity —
The Chair — appeared too vast — for One —
The Bed — a vacant Sea —
The Mirror — kept a hollow Face —
Where once — I used to be —
The Garden — could not find my step —
The Sparrow — ceased — to call —
The Window — bore a foreign Sun —
And Shadows — claimed the Wall —
So small a Claim — upon the Earth —
I scarcely seemed — to own —
Yet Absence — proves — how large a Space —
Is missing — when I'm gone —
Eyes drifting
In waiting,
Silently,
Gazing
In vain,
Despite it,
He enlarged them
Widely opened, as if
Searched for something interesting,
Very
Carefully,
Silently,
Like a lazy bear, he put it on the old wooden table.
Carefully,
refolding
his courage
lifting up
ferrous arms
stripping
Carefully,
a tinny piece,
rolling himself,
In still noise
a cigarette of
Powerful
low-graded
rustika,
a variety of
great purge
hunger
killing
good reason,
One pack a day
It helped, like hell
Helped.
It helped survive
the cold,
and everyday
toil when
soldiers and ants
starved,
Makhorka,
insecticide
of freedom.
Silently,
Looking in vain,
Despite it,
He kept them
widely opened,
Carefully,
Silently.
demise of my horses
I had been away for a few days
visiting an aunt in Cascais
on returning home
my three stone horses are gone
a cheerless hole where they
had been tethered
Widening the road, they said
for this beauty must go
the enlarged road can carry
more and more cars
until the enlarged road is
too small, they decide to
build a motorway
with toll booth
The other side of this new
the road will be impossible
to cross on foot
Neighbors often visited
becomes strangers
Sun or rain, spectacular
my horses were
before turning into grit
The world today is scary
There's lunatics in charge
The views of people vary
And egos are enlarged
Why can't we share a vision
A world where we all live
And make it our own mission
To understand and to forgive
We all are our own enemies
We're quick to judge and mock
If we quickly forget memories
We all will run amok
We need to build a future
Together as one kind
To stitch and mend our suture
And start to use our mind
To build a safer place
We need to make a plan
We need to show good grace
And live as one big clan
If we do not unite
Our time will surely come
We'll end in one big fight
And our world will come undone
There will be no redemption
The war will end us all
The will be no exemption
And the human race will fall
And then sun proves
its mettle. Its warm rays hit
neighborhoods, forests and all
at enlarged angle of impingement.
Brightness and heat return
to maximize uplift of moods.
Energy is injected into lives
that had been lethargic.
They expose their busts and limps
and walk, skip, run and
swim in celebration of life.
Jamborees on grass and floors!
Backpackers arrive at toes
of cliffs, and some are crazy
enough to trust springy ropes
to swing in bungy jumps.
Inhibition decay in the summer
as heat warms and over burns at times.
some runners overstretch
and collapse in a heap with
exhaustion promoted by heat.
The sun darkens some folks
to decrease color differences
on display on the beaches.
Nature chimes in with winds
and grumbling as thunder.
occasionally, it relieves the
heat with showers and rain
that falls in torrents.
It sends hailstones to curb excesses.
it is summer time above
the equation, and migratory
birds and folks with cash
from the other half will also
come to join the regionals
here to shout and jerk in play.
Natural
Amongst fineries, placed his book being displayed, and yonder aloft walls, enlarged excerpt involves eyes to indulge, a glimpse of expectant imprints that present a mystique that fulfills statistic and, as street talkers advise, buyers aware had they made a good investment of a book, their best interest is self-well served, only time will tell.
Visual
Amongst fineries, placed
his book being displayed,
and yonder aloft walls,
enlarged excerpt involves
eyes to indulge, a glimpse
of expectant imprints
that present a mystique
that fulfills statistic
7-and as street talkers advise
5-buyers aware had
7-they made a good investment
5-of a book, their best
interest is self-well
served, only time will tell.
Many birdhouses seen
In the different shape
On a backyard fence
In different colors
The squirrel is searching
For a place to nest
One squirrel chased a bird
From the fenced birdhouse
The squirrel ate the eggs
A mother bird laid
Then when shew was done
The squirr4el got busy
She enlarged the hole
She made it bigger
Then the squirrel decided
To make another
Entrance to the house
She chewed a hole
Now for the side door
Making it larger
There is a movement amongst Republican ranks
in The United States Congress, regarding the
the absence of religion in schools, and its
herald revival, like some Bible Belt Tent
-- minus the tambourines, being it is
The Halls of Congress -- after all.
In the wings awaits assorted
groups whose numbers had
enlarged, recently, due to
liberal channels, and that
is not of recent long ere
the days of backwoods
racism, --not all guilty
be the righteous few.
It's as if my, 'White
Lies' short story
-- resurrected.
Satanist sides with
the right wing in
hopes, it seem
they've filed a
proper docs.
to be a type
viable sort,
of faith be
admitted.
FYIs
Your heart remains in the same place where its memories belong to.-
quote by author
Small, close and warm neighborhood. Only a few children inventing toys to play with or games to play at.
Old stone houses on muddy roads, surrounded by bustling farms and a beautiful, wild nature.
Days of happiness that enriched my past and enlarged my soul.
Days running through those years, when the Spring was sunny, rainy and flowery.
When the Summer was very hot with storms passing by.
When the strong wind of Autumn used to open its doors to the harsh Winter.
My beloved refuge where I grew up. A humble village in the deep countryside, where money was little but not the main purpose or reason to enjoy life.
Where the sadness didn't last much, tucked in with kindness and generosity shared with the others.
Oh...My unforgettable village!, you gave us your best until we left you abandoned in your sad ruins where you cry alone.
Only four old people remain in, sitting on the shade of a clock moving forwards so fast.
I wonder if you miss me running full of joy through your meadows. You must wonder if somebody miss you now...Yes, somebody does!.
Unswerving in your sincere actions,
stating the main purpose of intentions;
no venom is excreted from enlarged veins
without the fear of horrific moments!
Be grateful for the ample kindness shown,
never a trace of bitter sentiment or a frown;
eyes tear when crossing over the deep abyss
with the hesitation to discover its darkness!
Woeful are the darkest secrets kept to oneself,
when they're confessed they can be a relief;
pluck roses from their stems without bleeding:
thorns were Christ's crown proclaiming Him king!
Persistence is such a fortitude stronger than gold,
give someone a stone instead of sweet bread:
he will speedily fling it back and seek revenge;
treat everybody fairly and nobody will ever cringe!
Be infallible in your ultimate quest for beneficial change,
remain loyal to your peers, avoid conflict and treason;
if unfair judgment is implemented, let God be the judge:
sequels end when the pile of lies crumbles in soggy rain!
Faith binds spirit and heart to pursue holiness,
be a deviant and bear the direst consequences;
religion imposes punishment, society never does:
does freedom mean to do whatever one pleases?
I just want to bless
All that's around me with no stress
Even those within me, with love and ease
For peace and prosperity I have made decrees
A life is pretty stale, somewhat sad, so static
Striving seems to mock it, and 'bout it, ecstatic
He's at the drop of a hat set to borne goodness
Where's the power to do, in mere wishes and nothingness?
Lowly, I question that which is yet to be
When will it be that ought to be?
This hope and delay makes me daily weak 'n strong
When will it come his day of joyful song?
Oh, that my coast be enlarged
As the wide spread sky is discharged
Oh, that all around me be safe and blessed
May the good wishes manifest and in excess
PICTURESQUE
beyond significance
a sense
of drams
in changeable
atmospheres
congenital vision
soft
vague
intensely uneasy
quickend
aggrandized
pleasure
in a
spontaneous
outflow
portents
of emotion
enlarged
foliated
glimpsed
in
conscious
reality
Let joy move you, to capture vision divine,
Let it ignite your heart with flames that shine.
Sing new melodies to the bouncy skies,
To the ancient of days, whose love will never cease.
Transcend the limits of your life’s race,
Embrace the Word, enjoy the enlarged space.
Let joy move you, let it determine your days,
In every breath, let faith direct your ways.
In alignment with destiny, you shall dance,
Hitting the mark in life's every expanse.
Unlock the door to your future as foretold,
Where dreams and visions, in abundance, unfold.
Let mountains break forth with joyful sound,
Rejoicing in heavens glory unbound.
And witness the trees, their branches swing wide,
Clapping their hands in joy, a jubilant stride.
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