When at time corrections pain
Great love gets you off chain
So never cloud reasoning to fate
Actions fuse hard works to create
It seems a set up that would drain
And ends up a formulation of design
That own the power to chase
The egos to deny your praise in grace
If I were an actor on the big screen
With the cameras on me in every scene
I'd race for NASCAR on any old day
Date a couple starlets along the way
I could be Rhett to Scarlett O'Hara
Maybe I'd co-star with Rooney Mara
I'd be Maverick streaking across the skies
Or start a fight with ten blueberry pies
I could rob some banks with Bonnie and Clyde
Hang with Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde
I might act like Steve Martin in the Jerk
Battle Klingons with Captain James T. Kirk
Sail today on a Spanish flotilla
Or run away from Kong and Godzilla
I'd rule Mr. Robinson's neighborhood
Anything's possible in Hollywood
A PATCHWORK CASTLE – a story of the wax factor
They told me we would walk the stars,
If I took a piece of you, and a piece of me,
And a piece of him here, and a piece of him there,
And a piece of she.
They told me that the world would heal,
If you shared your mind, and I brought my feel,
And he gave his wealth, and she shared her zeal.
A patched art of tapestry!
They told me that the sky would light with hope,
If he keeps his candle lit, pass it on to him,
And to him and her. You see, my candle glows
From the loss of wax that falls, wax that choked my flame!
Then the result, a serenity of light, bright,
And the product wonderful, full of color and delight,
The paths cleaner and clearer, the sky more radiant and sheer,
The world a better haven, a place of love and cheer.
And I believe, my small pallet of a gravel,
And your patch of sand, and her drop of sweat,
Built this castle of greatness, patched with indifference
For beauty of diversity, and we love to live in this.
I felt the southern heat in my younger childhood YEARS.
And I also felt Chicago wind-chills that brought me to TEARS.
And I felt being held captive like a prisoner of WAR whose
blood-stained body lies tortured beneath the evening STAR.
Icy winds and driven snow besieged every fiber of my BEING.
And I often shivered in pain, being prevented from SEEING.
As the chilly wind-chill factor dropped far below ZERO, I
would pray and plea for God to hasten and send me a HERO.
042723PS
When does awareness begin?
And from where does it come?
Everything or function has a source.
Who directs and influences its action.
When or does awareness end?
If so, who determines its demise?
Does it begin at birth?
Does it end at death?
I suspect newborns feel
that the warmth they experienced
for nine months has been altered.
They discern and detect a disconnect.
They long and crave the love they've
known. They see things beyond themselves
that force them to communicate in new and
different ways, such as moving and crying.
From a Biblical perspective, the deceased
Christian becomes quickly aware that their
environs have changed, and their terrestrial
bodies have put on a celestial form.
011823PSCtest, Our Awareness Poetry Contest. Unseeking Seeker
Once the shots rang out,
I saw the bodies fall.
In this peaceful locale,
It made no sense at all.
Just good friends and family,
That were gathered together.
In this house full of love,
Was safe from the weather.
But, on this fateful event,
A gunman trespassed.
Wearing a mask of hatred,
While hot shells amassed.
No one knew his motives,
Or why he was there.
One thing was for certain,
Left the room in despair.
Women, children, and men,
Became his targets that day.
When questioned by police,
He had nothing to say.
After his final hearing,
Was given thirty years.
It didn't soften the blow,
To those drenched in tears.
Something's got to change,
It's absolutely true.
What can stop the carnage,
I don't know...do you?
the meaning gets lost in translation
somewhere between cold and distant
somewhere between not knowing and not caring
between the not wanting to reach out to ask
and the not wanting to reach in to give
lost somewhere between the island of you
and the island of me
somewhere on that empty barge adrift and alone
AP: Honorable Mention 2022
There still trying to figure it out
How you make another year
No doctors Pills Aseptic techniques
Or Answers
Just tons of Books Strong Coffee
And Sunlight
They say it's in the "genes"
And of course the "therapies"
Where you hash
Your past
Confront your demons
And for a future
Stay stuck
While people find themselves
Lose their habits
And remain the same
You work on
Loosening yourself
Please
"The Longevity Factor"_
Alex Nelson_
Early 90's_
Walking into something blinded by light
A painful and embarrassing experience
Remember that excessive speed can kill
Planets might be hidden at speed of light
Forget the bright idea show intelligence
A vehicle which travels faster and faster
Cannot change direction in an emergency
The light might be visible and also fluidic
Obstructions dangers will always be solid
Remember law of physics can't be changed
What is after speed of light is it darkness
At the very edge of our known universe
Reaching beyond our human endurance
Please we want to take you to our leader
Facing a choice to return back to earth
Aliens came in peace but beat a retreat
Cause they couldn't understand humans
Terrorising each other because of greed
Oh the joy keeping to where they belong
Remember to watch your step being bold
We boldly go where no one has gone before
All because we couldn't travel as fast as light
Remember that space is vast in all direction
Power is necessary if we're to boldly go there
Firstly we left earth gravity then we see space
Acceleration is a key factor to space travelling
Collision inevitable due to flying debris around
To keep going forward knowing never to return
Our place is best to remain where we are now
Really why do we need to go beyond our earth
I’m too angry to write clearly
yet it’s impossible to stop;
How many times must we do this,
ride this absurd merry go round?
We speak with such sincerity,
flimsy words they just go pop;
Left with such an empty abyss
community falls to the ground;
Giggle factor ruptures and splits;
Phony calling ourselves profound.
"The X Factor"
hunger does strange things
to souls running on empty
last stop, full to the brim
a journey unravelling
ravenous poetry sings
other broken hearts in
how much do words mean?
how much do they sting?
Inside wants out in everything
in everything,
we believe,
we stir uneasily to let in
life hides inside stories
lost hidden gems live somewhere
buried in all the dirt deep deep beneath
above magnetises
cloud busting
some souls reign miraculously
outside of the assizes
more telling than tears
lets the light
shatter feeble faux in
gleaming
victorious
mesmerising
something unknown
it's completely foreign
something sincere
in time to be made clear
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
Saara Aalto - Chandelier (Audition)
https://youtu.be/LH7qh4XWEgw
https://ourcriminalancestors.org/assizes/
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Scarlet_Letter
I
Practising something
Winning takes thinking
Like the world
Values curtailed, curled
II
Add anonymity
Online carefree community
Some will begin games
Not play; hope you go away
Courtesy questioned; charged with abandonment
Social contract corrected less fast (for content)
III
We play games
For variety, virtual community
Go everywhere, in His Peace, Shalom
Try always, to live your values, decorum
Yet, what shall one do? Use BLOCK!
ONLINE, we are unlikely to take stock
So play to see, as guest, good sport
Be Wise, but more, Be A Good Sport. The social - media editors overdo little problems ... I understand the tough balancing act. Just had these thoughts 1-2 years ago, when I played almost daily (CandyCrush & online chess).
Lamha na gawa
Dogs bark hai
Raat dark hai
Chemical menu pala
Rastay vichon chaka
Dakhal menu karwa
Current menu pawa
Goli menu khawaaa
Teeka menu lawaaa
Oyeee AAAh AAAAh.
Chitay din pa day hanair vay
Jithon marzi javani nu chair vay.
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