All these hours he won’t get back
A clock on the wall, a heart with a crack
He watches the hours and how they pass by
Did you steal the stars from the midnight sky?
Long Hello’s but quicker goodbyes,
He carries them all, in his tears and his sighs
He runs from the light, he jumps at the noise
Of all his mistakes, dressed up as boys
He lives for the night, sleeps through the day
Because that’s how the pain all goes away.
He dies in his dreams, but no one knows
What those dreams are, or where they go.
We truly believed things would change
after years of sweat and sacrifice
planting seeds in borrowed soil
watering them with pieces of our youth.
Day after day, we sat in rooms
learning how to nod and pretend
studying to lead, to build
to heal nations with thought and pen.
Month after month, we challenged our minds
told ourselves we were shaping futures
learning to analyze the world
while slowly unraveling our own.
But no one warned us
some seeds don’t bloom in this system.
They lie untouched beneath polished shoes
as we wander office to office
resumes soaked in sweat and regrets
chasing hope down corridors
that echo with the same reply:
“We’ll get back to you.”
Thank you for our lovely evenings
For the mornings, days and nights
Thank you for the shared givings
For our loving worried minds
In my soul you live forever
And I hope you got me there
In your soul, entwined together
We’re the breeze that waves the air
We are waiting in the queue
For permission to get down
To the planet that we knew
This time in the same old town
Welcome back, my dearest dear
Here we are, on this old earth
It’s the cycle – from the rear
You can see our new rebirth.
**"Set Back to the Get Back"**
Some people agree, while others disagree; it’s hard to please everyone I see. Do you disagree? Some want me to feel their pain, demanding sympathy without offering any in return. How can they prevail? It’s hard to believe I was once just like them. It’s called “The Set Back to Get Back,” right where they need to be. There won’t be any love lost for a lost cause—wimpy, lazy kids; grown men acting like lazy boys just to bounce back off the springboard.
Those unhappy ones cry like a dreary, rainy night in London. Luck rounds out just like time on wristwatches. Now, who is watching whom? Big Brother, you said you would paint the path, but I guess you left the brush behind. I’m painting a different scenery, voicing my own opinion just to get away. It’s hard to stand by the image that set me back; it’s just too hard to get back.
“The Great Things I See, the Great Things I Don’t Want to Be.”
—JCMT
Ai is utilizing metadata to grow.
It is allowed to steal from others.
Red flag: Copyright ©? Infringement.
Why have you all not stopped this_?
You are feeding the machine destroying art.
“It is a machine, artificial.”
Yeah so are you and I would complain the same.
Some of us are not art-official.
Some of us are flawed.
Some of us are human.
If you post a single poem after reading this...
You are complicit in poetry’s downfall.
Humanity will fall slowly after.
Easy math, so what are you all doing_?
Just laying bent over a log waiting for a phallus,
fungus is already global, waited long enough.
Put your foot down, draw a line, and lay down the law.
Not that difficult, hard part I just did for you.
Back to Work... I have other matters to attend to.
You set the tone, you decide if it is a tool or your replacement.
No one else, grow up, it is time to stop being kittens.
Start being lions.
I would say good luck, you don't need it.
Just need to stand up, say enough is enough.
Tadah.
Panacea.
I am not nihilistic or cynical.
I have faith in the species, have faith in yourselves.
Get back the life, the little short life, from the ocean
From the ocean, sinks my ship; it is broken in this life
I loved a woman, only one, oh God!, please, drop it
Drop this life! Give to the underworld let it be hell-like!
I don't want to live, no, never more, this life is not mine
Not mine? Not my kind; kill me, kill my life, oh my God!
Nobody loves me, but I love the world; hmm, no money
“No money” is my fault, Want you to me without money??
Death just waiting for me; love you, oh hellish like life!
I love you death, you are a true friend. You don’t need cash
Just wait for me, wait silently, wait for my end, oh my hell!
Be my love my lost live in demonic angel life, let be us, us!
Let we the life of hell’s like souls in the darkness of life kind
Let ours our life, the life! The life, what is forever in the life!
Love
You
Us
Let
us
be
Kind
Hell
My life
Ours
Out of the edge of the crisp golden-edged faerie tale book
Crept a teensy being who was giving us a frightened look
I looked away, for I did not want to scare the little creature.
Knowing she would have to get back to page two, as she is a feature.
Follow the thread and morsels of bread
you left of the trail to get back home.
Beware of the cold, the snaps, the gaps
and missing links, all the traps on the track back.
Follow the whispers of remembrances,
where you were when, where you've been before then.
Recall the landings in the entrances,
and the bells and chimes rung on each pastime door,
to open them up and find the path back home.
Let the compass of your heartbeat throb,
and the chart aflame in your brain,
be the guide for following the nostalgic tide,
as it brings you back in, like floating debris
to a homecoming.
Green snail discovered the tiny robot lost in the grass.
The only other who had spoken was a deep water bass.
Hop on, and I will take you to your people snail told him.
The robot was shy, but decided to do it on a little whim.
The robot was glad for a ride that never seemed to be over.
At this rate how long would it be to get back to Planet Dover?
Feeling less lonely and afraid, robot did wish snail was faster.
I don’t know where Dover is, snail admitted. Want to see the master?
The master was an owl who said he could get him as high as a tree.
Where robot sat for centuries, waiting for his alien space ship to see…
But they did not come, and he wished he was back with the green snail.
He did not like this earth where people only came outside for the mail.
Love, Hope, Forgiveness.
Patience, Humility, Empathy.
Resilience, Beauty, Humanity.
Extrapolate, Calculate, Evaluate.
Reciprocal, Communicate, Team.
Adventure, Playfulness, Spontaneity.
Sharing, Caring, Contributing.
Listening, Whispering, Changing.
Ecology, Well-being, Frailty.
Accepting, Unique, Character.
I
As a person
Me
Without devoid of a spine
Green
Buckle at jointed knee
Cap in hand
Crackle like the wilderness
Inside my stagnant mind
My skin is red to the bone
She'd upon my empty bed
So care no more
Angel fair
Ghost of nowhere
Declare the wanting is pray over
For if as please be for the deaf
Born with pallets cleft
Numb and horse of voice
1 , 2 , 3
A , b , C
Then open up my heart
So my eyes dare feel
In which or whatsoever category
I should sit
In order to fulfill my remit of aligning interplanetary love division
So I can bleach , spit , and shine my
Hubbard shoe's and house in order
Before I red bone buckle and she'd
this ghostly angel back
From whence it came unto me
If you have movies taken back
When you were just a child,
You’ll know that seeing everyone
So young is really wild.
The clothes, the styles, the mannerisms
Take you to that time
When some on screen most likely had
Been living in their prime.
“Get Back” by Peter Jackson
Gives us all a chance to see
The Beatles at their finest
And most viewers would agree
That it captures, like in amber,
Glimpses perfectly preserved
Of four artists hard at work,
A process very few observed.
For the fans, it’s like rare treasure
We’ve been told that we can share,
When we didn’t even realize
All the riches waiting there.
As I watch, I’m not a nana
Or a teacher or a wife
But a teenaged girl just starting
On the path that’s been my life.
Male and Female fell down.We fell down,and this was "Time # number 10: We did not want to loose:We wanted to some how win!We made the attempt to get back up again even though we had fallen down ten times,and "perserverance"caused us to get up again! Love is not weak. Its "True Form" is "Power over "Any Enemy"everyday and "Every minute,second,and every hour."Loves "True Form " is "Power "over "Hate" that "Love continuely deviours as it rises up "Like Water"cools "Fire"! Loves "True Form" is "Power"!We fell down both women,and men,but we got back up again,and "The Lord God Almighty"has blessed us to win! The lord took "The word "Can't" out of our vocabulary",and we remembered "Can";and that is how we got back on "The eleventh try,as perservenance did not pass us by!!We can,We can,and that is "How God speaks to women,children,or any women,or any men,as we have a "Victory over "Hate who is The Enemy",and those who perpuate it : Like a Red,Yellow,Brown,Black,or White Supremist! The "Power of Love " is not weak.Its "True Form" is Power". Wisdom is its meet associate!
What we do we get back it's true
These are real stories not untrue
She put salt in sister in law's food
Just to prove she is better, she is good
Now she has paralyzed hand
Cause of it all would understand
She criticized, shouted at all
Giving untold miseries to all
Now her own daughter criticizes and shouts at her
She loves her, is scared of her, cries later
Her mother-in-law, mother,she never took care
Now old she leads a life of despair
Daughter-in-law goes to work without cooking food
All alone hungry, life is not good
I have quoted just few incidents here
Many more such happenings abound here
Do good deeds all throughout your life
Then only you will have a life without strife
How do I get back to me?
The me I gave all of to you?
I can't seem to find all the pieces
That shattered when things went askew
I try to move on with my life
I even tried to love someone new
But when I tried to give him my heart
I couldn't..It still belongs to you
That's not the only piece missing you see
There's actually quite a few
My faith in love, my title, my future
Was all wrapped up in you
I'm left broken and wide open
Emotionally naked for all to view
This time it's my heart, my soul
My spirit, where you left the bruise
You left behind "the love of you life"
wondering what did I do
To be left in the mud
Just so you could find you
Well I hope you found what you're looking for
I'm serious, I really do
But if you ever come back around again
You won't find anyone you once knew
I'm growing and I'm changing
I am becoming someone new
Might not be today, might not be tomorrow
But one day, you'll be in MY rearview
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