Forgive me for falling in love with you;
I never meant to…
The leg that launched a
thousand haiku when healed must
remain to form true.
The Smashing Pumpkins, shake down nineteen seventy-nine
Cool kids never held the signs; and we don't even care, as restless
As we are; hung down, with the freaks and ghouls ? Knowing that Paul told
His Timothy, tis not 'Our Heavenly Father's Will,' to entangle oneself within wordly
Affairs this, being a good soldier; within Faithful's ranks, while we war not flesh and blood....
Surely their carnal nay the day, rather, pulling down these strong holds ? Mother earth she weeps
Waiting, for her deliverence; all of creation together, they groan; left panting aside, His, water brooks
Beautiful's majestic dawn you'll, ask ? Let go of your heart let go of your head, and feel it now, Babylon.
A friend of a friend has a husband who left;
He quit after forty-two years.
His wife is a wreck – she’s distraught and bereft
And is drowning in buckets of tears.
To make it all worse, she has problems with health
So will struggle to be on her own,
As fate, like a robber with devious stealth,
Has made off with the life she has known.
A marriage needs partners where both are content
Or resentment will bubble below,
But forty-two years surely must represent
Times with harmony’s ebb and its flow.
No matter what changed, it is always so sad
When a union like that comes apart;
For someone is losing the life that she had,
While she nurses a pulverized heart.
I know it's hard... for you to turn the
page, especially when you don't
want this chapter to end it's more
love than hate, you can't do what
you undid the present is here and
that means that the past was late no
need for me to spell it out or
abbreviate, no resuscitation just
elevation, let it elevate you priorities
comes first and she don't even have
a clue, so...what do you do when the
one you love and you are on
different paths, that leads to a home
divided y'all do the math, step up to
the mound like a pitcher a man
putting his kids first now that's a true
religion so if she can't understand
that I don't know what to tell you,
except how you gonna cross the
finish line together when y'all on
different levels
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