There is a pleasure in the wayward wood;
unmapped, where none have been or stood;
To revel in a reckless romp on a rampant shore.
To mingle with the Universe, with chaos in its core.
Please sir! Shake me, but never a stir.
Keep my flavors apart, avoid the blended blur;
for the glass remembers what has passed before,
and wants to shake me up, for once and ever more.
Mingling begins when friends refuse
to dance together, or to cuddle or schmooze.
The fracture hums, the doorway is left ajar,
inviting others in to outshine the star.
The sacred shun, while the silly can mix so readily,
wanting to see, and be seen, out there so steadily;
joining in, and dancing with everyone,
full of verve and fervor, playing in the sun.
Mingling loosens the taut, tense edges of self,
no longer locked away like bookends on a shelf.
We find that joining in does not split us apart,
but twines the threads of inclusion around the heart.
Shaken and softly poured, but never stirred,
the self converges, confluent; it's never blurred.
Becoming a course, and an unique ingredient,
that has a discrete taste, immediate and expedient.
Not only for a moment
But we are a moment
Time. Ours. Expedient
Means, yours. Expanded
Mine. Not love. Point. End
Death. Steam. Death is felt
Smelly. Waited for your life
My corpse. Flies in the sky
I need you after our lives
Two lotuses are eternal
Let’s parley about pasta as World famous as the rasta Bob Marley
With potato rascal parcel not American Italian stallion like Rocky
Cocky stubby not ice hockey puck but stocky chubby soft gnocchi
Pizza is also a master blaster for those who chose good food faster
Cool old school cellar creamy mozzarella dreamy stellar mortadella
Better also for pancetta regatta bold umami tsunami of salami army
Drunken rapscallions parmesan medallions gold from sunken galleons
More is less finesse caress expedient ingredient largess will impress
Motto in gourmet grotto wins the lotto is of course Goddess risotto
Totemic signature vinegar star Balsamic the talismanic tsar in a jar
By the way we're told they say come what may ever day "agrodolce"
Beauty in the eye of the beholder
and such as it is I behold myself
and I am beautiful for all things,
that God has granted and created
So be it is as Himself
He too is beautiful and I am of I am
in all things that my eyes Sees In Front of Me
disguise the universe the lands the seas
all the waters even the rain in the trees
all things are beautiful
because beauty is in the eye of the beholder
as I am of he fine
Behold the beauty in me
All things are expedient
All Things Are righteous
All things are encouragable
All are things pleasantries
I am one of these
I am beautiful indeed
For I am of I am and in Him I am
because I behold I am
The eye to Beholder
And to beholder use me beautiful
Sometimes its okay to feel low,
it’s an ordinance of life
to make you acquainted of rife
that it is inevitably strident to grow.
It’s his expedient to steer you
to see the life’s chronicle view.
See the vivid blue-sky,
be stance budding warrior it’s time to fly.
The magnet web beneath my feet with predefined knowledge of this purgatory. The king who is a glabrous mole says to me grab the phone it's for you. As I lunge it is in my hand placed near my ear to hear my mother's words that I love you. Tears slide below my cheek down to my chin. I then fly away saying goodbye but I cannot stay. expedient I enter the door that was meant to be locked. I then egress the mouth of a croc. I now surround myself in a land of paper and puppets made of socks and I say hello to Mother as she waits with a missing mouth standing at the docks.
Placeholder
By Michelle Morris
07/04/2023
Did you ever feel like a placeholder
In someone else's story?
That you were expedient
And not worthy of true effort?
It can be disheartening
When you are used in love
It can cause trauma
But you can still be whole
Put yourself first
In a kind and decent way
Know your limitations
And create boundaries that stay
Life is for the living
Your best authentic path
Not being a placeholder
For someone else's heart
© Michelle Morris, 2023
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~ "And everything you do some shall succeed some shall fail to show to you I'm expressing expedient happiness rebuke the doubt get out of regress and in these troubling times I hope you find that the love of God has entered Vine the original sin nature recluse from you has now come into full frontal view be well be safe be blessed my friend this is not just the beginning nor is it the end you are blessed beyond all of this and I shall not digress in all sincerity I confess you're a beautiful soul you're solid not whole you're blessed you're not your mess be sure be secure God's got this and you're on the winning list be inspired be not of the fire you're the flood you are a loving gifted child of God"~
written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022
1/20/22
People are separated from good food,
Babies delayed reunion with mother’s breasts;
The innocent begin to ape the crude,
Killer attacks a fresh retest of previous bomb tests.
Gravediggers maximize their income,
Mortuary services twenty-four hours;
The solders keep working the atrocious sum,
The chief sponsors of graveyard flowers.
War is their job in camouflage
In branches clad and leafy things;
All battles are a business of sabotage:
The flapping of deception like wings
Soldier faces, a garden of tattoos,
The identical twins of Yoruba masquerades;
Their arms asserting what paints do:
Very expedient things during raids
CIA’s involvement is reasonable guessed,
KGB’s quota remains frightening;
Some kind of godforsaken race is stressed,
God forsaken shows of might heightening
Is time we sang it like a song:
Peacemakers have never been wrong;
A war mongers with journalists moving his jaw
Only talk about the breaking of the law.
I saw dreary rain today
Awake a dormant thought,
That rain empowers growth-
Something which cannot be bought.
Watch it cleanse a sinful sky,
And wash away all fears,
Bringing with it new hope
After shedding countless tears.
Rain 'tis not so popular
With those of us today,
Who wallow in our pride,
Or buy an expedient way.
Why keep out the rain, I thought,
The everlasting power?
Umbrellas of possession
Have caused us all to cower.
And now the rain is falling,
Yet few are getting wet;
Umbrellas shield the words
Of a Son He once beget.
Exotic elephants excitedly
Enclose Eastern entertainers
Entering exclusive environment;
Expeditiously excluding entry
Every evening except Easter,
Exceptionally expedient exposure
Ensures elephant’s environs.
March 23, 2021
Where once the mighty timid
Flanders soldier shook
Bathed in foriegn mud underfoot
All but one and two a man
Hard fought and pressed with bayonets clenched in hand abreast
expedient beating pumping chest
Side by side shoulder deep
To breach to cross go over top
To run and face a hail of rapid bullets
And fall beside my brethren brother's
called selflessly to arms
For to return name unknown
With all and but medal to hang
and place my life and times upon
Heroic not in death and historic
battles rolled out come
rememberance day for poppy
sales
But rather in the blood of gallant
resplendent regimental fellow
soldiers saved
Who regail the the tales and
uphold the memories and names
of those solent brave
To whom they owe their own
salvation and lives to this day to
To them we say
We kneel
We bow
We must
We shall salute
Lest we forget
Unless forget we lest
The debt of gratitude yet still not paid
Is the price of peace
Is death and war
The DNA in our mothers cells
gloriously connects us all,
though injudiciously denied,
the demonstrated evidence ignored.
But that denial serves no one well,
brings only bitter tears,
allows absolution for avarice,
leaves all in troubled houses.
Mothers must have the will to persevere,
hearts that protest wrongs,
the wit to know lies,
and speak clear their hidden realities.
But still we hold to the half-truths
of expedient jealous traditions,
raise soaring barricades to simple reason,
perjure even our future world.
Mothers Day comes when we stop,
question the tales making us worthy,
and the foreigner less than human,
THAT will be our Mothers Day.
Have you—the uncounted colorless—truly crowned on us?
You seem to grin triumphantly from your fake castle.
But wait!
We won’t count on your temporary winning.
Life has trained us to befriend enemies:
Cancer, Chicken Fox, Small Fox, Chikungunya, Ebola,
Influenza, Malaria, Rubella, Roseola, SARS, HIV,
You name it…and Corona is of no difference!
Playing with fright, you’re so contagious, but have forgotten
that fears are so contingent, and reliantly expedient,
when tamed with patience and intelligence
to befriend you with diligence:
And you, the new paralyzed friend,
are never now making us threatened.
So, stop there, and let’s just be friends.
(Andreas Akun, 19 August 2020)
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