Dearie,
So happy you make me,
Yet the sadness ruins my knee.
We met by misery,
All in that nusery
I am livid in tears
But it opens my ears.
To be full, out the real
I try you to feel.
A space of no thought,
And no fraught.
A reality in my dream,
You bring to my realm.
Rejected and forlorn... I come to,
Dejected and torn. .. I leave too!.
My angel keep playing,
With hide and seek, you are slaying.
Dearie,
My thoughts are eerie.
But you make me sane in insanity,
I feel druggily yet so happily.
As I go over the counter to survive,
You counter there in deride.
I find you in a home,
Of all places to clone.
Ha!..ha.. Ha..my love,
Must we play in this grave?
Sweetie.. we go a long way,
Can you spare me a few?
My devil...I..,
What a spur!... I...
Can't leave be,
Yet won't let me.
from the I-shaped metal
we set sail to the ocean
with a pirate crew over dozen
as lightning struck and tide crashes
to go over the horizon together
has always been the X mark we trailed
then there's the cannon boring hole
and the mermaid's enchanting call
to a single pebble, tied to a rugged rope
we drift away to the sea
some survived remained ashore
keeping stone to be afloat
being a rock is to keep adore
a new ship, as the old one's sunken
with few and enough crew
despite the artilleries and the abyss pull
Can one ever have too much of a good thing?
Can I squeeze out an answer, my brain to wring?
Some folks will tell you I think too much,
with little to show, 'cuz I'm out of touch.
Good food and drink should be taken in moderation.
So, I'll stop trying to eat everything in creation.
Can one have too much sex? Should it be my goal
to find out, or should I not touch that with a pole?
Can there be too much love? Who'd be so hard-boiled
to say that? My grandma, who says I'm spoiled.
Can one laugh too much or go over the top?
If you're laughing at someone else, you should stop.
I can't say what's too much! Who am I to judge?
Time for my tenth piece of chocolate fudge.
I've yammered on and said "too much" too much.
So, I'll shut my mouth, but let's keep in touch.
Today’s blessing comes from the Shawnee chief Tecumseh
I thank him for giving me a rest…
besides there is nothing I could addl…because Tecumseh said it best.
So live your life that the fear of death can never enter your heart.
Trouble no one about their religion,
respect others in their view and demand that they respect yours.
Love your life,
perfect your life,
beautify all things in your life.
Seek to make your life long and its purpose in the service of your people.
Prepare a noble death song for the day when you go over the great divide.
Tecumseh
I like listening to myself
I like to follow my intuations
I like unplanned, surprise date
I like not to go over
I like doing silly things sometimes
I like being weak and strong
I like to be just me
I like to say thanks
I like to thank myself, too.
You took another breath, so i took another risk
Your lips mouthed the words, I could not hear
"Do not go over there, young one"
But I couldn't survive without danger
And neither can you
The strange figure appeared in the dead of night, opposing me
Words emitted from their very essence, way too loud to understand
They smiled. I finally felt understood.
Yet, as much as they understood me, I wish I never learnt to understand them too.
And the words too loud became way too quiet,
And the picture too small became way too big,
And the feelings too different became ... Normal?
Life would be different from now on.
I arrived at your house
I saw you lift the blinds
I smiled at your presence.
I was hoping to find
A little time
To sit and relax
Go over all the special times
We had found in the past
I loved your new look
Long hair and pants tucked
In boots
leather bound
As I fumbled aound
To find the right words
It was another Friday night
Just like before
When we danced all night
And ripped up the floor
And then you took my hand
Lead me homeward
And we found
A loving moment
Just like before
I gazed endlessly
Wanting more
A staircase to heaven
And you unlatched the door
Took me in
And we began
To tell A story
Of a love so honest
And pure
White roses
Of purity
A garden of love
Innocent
And flourishing
You were mine just like before
You were mine just like before
My love for you won't end with time
You're more than just a Valentine
My heart wants you to be all mine
You're more than just a Valentine
My longing eases when I rhyme
You're more than just a Valentine
My dreams sometimes go over lines
You're much more than a Valentine
I have so many things that I would love to tell to you.
All things good,
all things true.
I would love to tell you of the pleasures that I know,
I would tell these things to you quietly,
I would whisper them in your ear.
I would explain them with my body,
I would go over them again and again,
As many times as you felt you needed,
in order to really know.
I would love to tell you these things to you.
I would love to tell you with my lips,
I would love to tell you without words.
Don’t Think You Will Understand What I
Am about to Do
Or All the Sad Emotions I Am Going Through
Nor Will You Understand How Deep
I Suffer with this Pain
Or the Sadness in My Heart Even Words Could
Never Explain
There Were Moments I Wish to Tell You How
I Really Feel
But Your Answer Was its All in Your Head its
Not Real
There Were Many Times I Was Happy and
Care Free in Life
But Somewhere a Sadness Took over Me
That Cut Me down like a Knife
So I Hope When Someone Needs to Express How their
Life doesn’t feel the same
Take the Time to Listen Cause a Change in a Persons
Feelings Is Not a Game
but So Many Times I Go over the one Answer to Me
You Gave
And Only If You Would of Taken the Time to
Listen I Would Not Be Lowered into my Grave
Getting to the edge
untimely bring no victory.
But!
In the end,
the edge is where one want to be.
Not to go over,
just close enough,
to peek and see.
One’s next keys to their destiny,
into new seasons of mystery,
at a pace never fast nor slow.
Just align with nature majestic flow.
Do not want to be late or too soon.
It does not matter when reached,
midnight, morning, or noon.
Those all worthy will not descend.
Will cross over on a walking ledge.
onto where a new birth begins
in a dimension savory from sin
welcoming to all those,
whom reached the edge!
You see that valve beneath the tree. It is staring directly at Thee; you see the curb in the middle of the road, It is telling you how to be bold; walk a mile onward and look beyond the tree, you will see something that you have never seen, the wilderness lies beyond the sea and the devil lurks Inside the tree, look the bride’s maid are running after thee. Walk close to center stage and move slightly upstage left and look straight in front of you and you will see clearly how things should be. Stand alone in the center stage and examine everything closely and your intuition will guide you appropriately. That is where the devil always complete his round and he knows where destiny is bound; examine the stage through and through and face your greatest fear, go over the lines a hundred times and confronts the demon in front of you and your fluency will come easily and everything will happen naturally, you are the master of the script and no one can throw you off the ship, Jonah spend three nights and three days in the belly of the whale and when he came out he was not the same; you are the master of the stage.
Those who say goodbye
Help to let go over time
Calm the heart and mind.
The new gentleman’s club is rumored to be exclusive to the braggarts in town.
They have to dress up, and some of these squirrels used to only dress down.
Are their pole dancers? Another teacher asked of all people, unknowing me.
Unsure, I replied. The only thing I know is they have named it The Black Bee.
Black Bee; seems odd, said a few school teachers at our lunch table.
One claimed there were auditions, her name is Miss Merrywinkle Mable.
It is exclusive, I think I said, I heard there are monthly membership dues.
Let’s go over there and find out, said our resident biddy, Sally Boo Hoos.
Some of the men of the club caught wind of our plan and made a secret knock.
They put out a sign also that said this club is closed until nine o’clock.
Is this only a men’s club? Merrywinkle asked, sticking a note to their door.
Those sneaky Black Bee members eventually moved their club to the shore.
Em was a throwback to the seventies, no lie.
wearing her flower power dress, pretty to the eye.
Her white go go boots said Nancy Sinatra up and down.
She was the prettiest girl in our weird little town.
She’s the one, his grandma told him, go over and say ‘hi”.
Of course, Sammy could not do it, he was ever-loving shy.
Em found him and came over, lured by his happy face tie.
What do you do for fun? She asked. He could barely meet her eye.
His grandma took over and helped him, her name was Little Di.
He’s a pharmacist, she said ‘but he knows how to make girls cry.”
I don’t doubt that said Em, she was beautiful without any kind of try.
Luckily she and grandma figured out they both liked this shy guy.
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