If I go to see a concert,
I want music that I like,
So what I expect to hear
From a performer with a mic
Is a new or old song, maybe with
Some background to be shared
On the way the lyrics came about,
In case somebody cared.
What I don’t want to experience
Is politics on stage,
Despite the fact the audience
Might want to so engage.
A show with an agenda
Should be advertised that way,
So ticket buyers are prepared
For what the stars will say.
Though some venues might be fitting
For performers speaking out,
At a music concert, that’s not what
The evening is about.
Go the ball Park,
To better figure things out.
Go to the ball park,
To meet people who play ball.
Go to the ball park,
To learn how to park smarter.
Go to the ball park,
To see value in your kids.
Hey, let’s go to the moon
Opportunity will be departing soon
Count is descending down
Orbit will be bound
Hear the roaring engines sound
Amazing adventure maybe found
Playing lunar,’ ring around’
Shooting off into the night’s air
Like a candlelight flare
Nothing can compare
Accepting this trusting dare
Lasting ten days
Going both ways
Checking neighboring planet’s backside
During the fly
Bye
Without a tourist guide
Bringing home souvenir data and results
Empowered using many energy volts
Time to take the darken path
And invade the heavenly wrath
Hiking a darken road
Being very bold
Artemus two mission easily sold
We have been told
Sun agreed wearing blinging gold
Shining bright
Heating our exploring knights
With illuminating light
Assisting them in this successful flight
Uncertainty was my go-to-place on my job
a school counselor, I never knew what was going to happen
I loved being thrown this way and that way
never in the same direction
It was like being in a different improv skit every day
Never knowing who the protagonist or the cast would be
I love adventure; I am a Gemini.
I confronted uncertainty with open arms
Loving the diversity of my day
Loving my job
embracing the uncertainty with love
Excited that my imagination got to play daily
wearing my go-to-pants today
cozy elastic waist
I could sleep in these
matter of fact, I have
I should go to sleep
And I should go to bed
But I feel like my day has been stolen from me
So I must snatch back the night
My eyes itch from late nights and tired days
I push on with stubbornness
I mustn’t lose this time
It wrestles against me
That entity that steals time
But sometimes I wonder
What if time slipped away from me on it's own
What if I was found unworthy of keeping time and this is why it eludes me
My days, I spend searching for it
My nights, I barter to try and have it
It never works,
It’s always gone
And I remain perpetually tired.
our mouths open wide the minute we hit the beauty shop chair
Does not matter why or how we want the cut of our hair
We are here to gossip, tell stories, have an audience of one
If a beautician wants to talk herself, she takes away our fun
We try not to get the male clinician, for he likes to talk about himself
Not him, I whisper to the receptionist as he reaches high upon a shelf.
Most of us avoid him like the clap, for we are here to be listened too.
It is a perk of course to leave with a lovely hairdo and shampoo.
Blue is the colour of the shroud I want to be buried with,
If there's a body left to bury.
If not, then just remember me,
Picture me in a blue hue; my soul, you'll see.
My days are closing in, rising in numbers,
Dreams are full of chasing demons now
Where to go, where to flee,
Where do the gods go when they're free!
There are so many voices in my head,
Full of bitterness; some songs, some noises, And some are just pure nuisance.
Violence is a broken promise,
Revenge is an empty one.
But they're still better,
Better in my head,
Better than your promise of forever together;
The bull we always fall for, yeah that one.
No, you weren't there for me in my need
You weren't there beside me,
You were there but I was here, all alone.
four wild looking guys with guitars are on tv
wearing pants that are way too tight and too short
jumping around the stage
shouting words that I do not understand but loudly
the audience is screaming happily
people have their hands high in the air
doing some kind of weird wave thing
this is a reminder why I do not go to live concerts
The days crack like porcelain
under the heel of my wanting.
I am a spine of restless birds,
feathers slick with salt and early light—
my mouth tasting the metal
of doors I have not opened.
They ask me why.
Why walk without a destination?
Why carry a compass
if you don’t believe in north?
I tell them—
the road does not need an ending
to be worth taking.
Some skies are meant to be looked at,
not arrived under.
I keep moving
because stillness feels like rust,
and the wind has a way
of remembering my name.
The Great Perhaps is not a prize—
it’s the taste of rain
before the cloud bursts,
the echo that lingers
longer than the voice.
If you need a goal,
call this my goal:
to know how a streetlamp hums at early morning,
to count the freckles on a stranger’s knuckles,
to find out if the moon
is the same shade of bone in every city.
I have no anchor,
only her pulse like a lantern in my palm.
We are marrow and tinder,
always burning toward a horizon
that refuses to hold still—
and I love her for it.
God I can't wait to go to
Heaven
Any day you call me to go to
Heaven
I Will be ready to go heaven
I know that you will send
Your Angel down from heaven
To get me
And he will carry me
In his wing
Also when we will reach heaven
The Angel will knock on heaven's
Door
And God will open the door
For us to get in
And in heaven, I will sleep in
My brass bed
Every night
Ain’t Gonna Go To Hell For Anybody by Dylan
I find your lines like wine
Making me drunk with love
You toy with my mind
And I’m infatuated enough
But when I think about it
I cool off and pray with faith
Sex and lust is lousy
If you don’t love me God’s way
It’s better to marry
Than to burn like fire
Real love is carried
In red heart of desire
I know we can fool around
And likely have a good time
But hell is a long way down
I don’t want to lose the divine
The love I deserve
The love I desire
Found in holy word
Not from the pit of fire
I’m not going to hell
For any one over flesh
I’d be just as well
Waiting for true happiness
I ain’t gonna go to hell
For anyone no sir not me
God has a plan and well
I’d rather belong to Thee
Two best of friends met in a place where most animals go afterlife.
Ballyregan: "I run all my life... until I retired."
Scurlogue: "I've won many races, but I had one race where I ran back and not finish the race."
Ballyregan: "Why?"
Scurlogue: "Because I wanted you to win!"
We stopped laughing the way we used to do,
The “I love you’s” started feeling untrue.
I saw the cracks before they spread too wide,
So I broke my own heart — just to protect your side.
I watched us fade while screaming inside,
Like drowning slow with no place to hide.
So I shattered the world we built with care,
Just to save the pieces still left there.
But now the silence cuts like jagged glass,
A hollow echo of a love that couldn't last.
The ghost of us haunts every empty room,
A lingering shadow of impending doom.
I carry the weight of all we've lost,
A heavy cross, a bitter cost.
Your absence is a ache I can't erase,
A permanent ache I can’t replace.
And in the dark, I wonder if you feel,
The ache that’s real, the wounds that heal.
Or are you gone, just a distant star,
Fading further, leaving scars?
I wish I could undo the pain,
Unwrite the past, break free from the chain.
But love, it’s brutal, it’s raw, it’s true—
And sometimes, we just can’t make it through.
So I did what was needed to do.
Kernels popped in olive oil,
Butter-drizzled and
tossed with salt or Parmesan
or candied as balls!
Versatile delight
in puffs of
white!
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