Every day is
a new beginning- - - - -
A new lease on
your incredible life
So savor each one
Live life to the fullest
Enjoy the wonderful
moments, embrace them
Always look at
the bright side
Utilize your full potential
Make the most of it
We are only
here for an
extremely short time
Life goes by
so fast- - - - -
you're an old
person before you can
blink your eyes
Live and Enjoy
Everyone walks around
carrying on their shoulders
a heap of sorrow
the sorrow
of so many things
never attained
the sorrow
of so many things
that never came to be
Inside every heart
a tragic tale
playing out
in the drama
unfolding within
someone is wounded
someone defeated
someone is fighting
in silence
within
Are we all
seeking the strange happiness
of becoming
a tragic hero?
Left everything behind
Not for dreams; but for reality.
Even earth doesn't stay at a place
What are we to have a constant living.
Sometimes it's better to change habitat
Not for company; but for our State of mind.
In spite of survival birds too migrate
What's there to question, it's nature.
Feeling of being leftout
Not for new lifestyle; but for healthy relation
Though seasons change like our mood
What is left nothing but grief.
America care about your children, your family, your land, your environment and send the others to the place that makes them happy.
America has cared for many, has lost many, continues to care for many, yet has failed to take care of its own.
America is like a business, like a clan, like a passed-down vine that has grown and learned, and continues to grow with each new season.
America care for your children, your family, your land your environment and send the others to the place that makes them happy.
America care for your freedom, freedom to grow, freedom to learn, freedom to be free and many more ways that make us proud to be American.
End the genocide of America and care about your American family, send the others that hate America to the place that makes them happy.
God gave us freedom, God is freedom and love and many other positive things that we love.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
There is a school of thought
That says
Marmalade is only for breakfast bread
My mother also had that view.
However,as for myself
I will spread it,unsparing,
Morning ,noon and night.
837.
Wala Nang Pang-Happiness Needs
Nung ako ay tanggalin
Sa CapSU noong 2016
Happiness Needs ipinagkaila sa'tin
Panggastos sa celebations wala na
Wala nang panghanda
Na nagbibigay ng saya
Panggastos sa travels wala na
Wala nang panglakwatsa
Na nagdudulot ng tuwa
Panggastos sa materials wala na
Wala nang panlibangan sana
Na naghahandog ng ligaya
Nang sa CapSU alisin ako
Wala na po
Na Pang-Happiness Needs tayo!
-11/20/2022
(Dumarao)
*My Losing CapSU
I've been feeling the critics lately,
They've been quiet but murmuring.
Miss Heart, from the trauma...
And the medicine I abandoned her for, through force.
Lady Liver and Dame Kidney,
Who I legally and knowingly abused for years.
Monarch Mind and her anxieties,
Who I didn't, nor couldn't keep from harm.
The critics... They're gathering .
Mrs Microbiome, married to my choices and unable to divorce.
Countess of Amygdala,
Begging her now, not to go to war again.
Her Highness, Queen Fascia...
Hardens again monthly to be broken free.
Sitting frustrated at dinner,
Their host is hard to be kind too these days.
The menu must evolve again,
It's critical to improve retention and reviews.
Blue bird flying high
The exuberance of spring
- a mum's loving joy
In the pursuit of happiness
Americans chase fortune and fame
gold galore and a place
where everyone knows their name
but they could tone it down a bit
and not go loudly announcing it
to all and sundry with every word
it seems infinitely preferable
if some are seen and never heard
but on the other hand in another land
while leading lives of quiet desperation
trapped in their traditional ways
the British hang on in hope
of distant future better days
and tho' always first to join a queue
there are the few exceptions who
break the rule at every chance
don't give a whit or backward glance
hats off to them for their contribution
as every generation needs a new revolution
When we were young, with songs unsung,
glad hearts, bright minds is what you’d find.
Time then sped on. Years came our way.
We grew and loved. We worked and played.
Those Happy Days!
With Kith and Kin, I’d sing and grin.
But must concede, that time did speed.
On dif’rent paths, we spread our wings,
and went our ways, saw dif’rent things.
On Happy Days.
From Jesus Christ, gained truth and life,
learned sacrifice, since love is right.
So we obey, since it’s The Way,
to His good grace, to see His face.
Oh! Happy Day!
Some time to go, before I sleep.
Promises due, are yet to keep.
I look now, back, o’er all the years,
rememb’ring both, the joys, the tears,
of Happy Days.
Life tasted sweet. Now I’m most spent.
Soon, friends I’ll meet, where there’s no end,
to Happy Days.
Longheld sorrows went up in smoke
After every word you wrote or spoke.
The sky was a bruised and swollen purple,
bursting open above the slick asphalt.
While all behind me breathed its sour, familiar violence,
I bolted out into the sudden, roaring flood.
The rain was the only thing that ever touched my bare skin
without wanting to leave a mark.
It struck my shoulders like a thousand cold, pin-prick needles,
washing off the stale terror,
drowning out the sudden screams that lived in and around me.
I slammed my canvas boots into the black mirrors of the street,
a wild, breathless grin ripping open my face.
Murky, engine-slicked water exploded upward,
slapping my knees, soaking through my thin denim.
Every heavy splash was a deliberate riot -
I spun in chaotic circles, throwing my head back,
tasting the storm, a creature pure and unpunished.
It was a rare, ecstatic madness to just be small and playing.
And no one came out to seize my wrists.
No voice rose to call me filthy, or foolish, or loud.
The thunder clapped, but it asked for no apology.
For ten exquisite minutes, my laughter outran the noise,
the storm let me exist at my full, unsoftened volume,
and the water held me without demanding I break.
Being bored could save your life
Whether big or small
Every man needs to be bored
Many times through all
Through all the distractions
And paths of dismay
A man will get led onto the wrong path
By the thoughts in his way
These thoughts are no ordinary thoughts
They are evil
They are there to distract you
From what is civil
But being bored sets you free
You gain freedom of imagination
No thought to distract you
And no “bad path” to be made
So for just a small moment,
Let yourself be bored
Don't find anything to disturb you
Just sit there and let your mind explore.
The door opens to hot sunshine
and yellow daisies sway near
red roses, where orange
butterfly sits in summer, as
blue jay sings jazz at noon,
and red robin joins the tune.
Squirrels scamper in the
sycamore trees, green sheen,
in sight of droopy willows,
where violet butterflies flutter.
Then sunbeam runs out the door
to play. He's not sick anymore!
Freedom is beautiful, it allows you to create, to think, to pray, to move, to learn all you need.
Freedom is not free many have fought for freedom rights, many continue to fight for freedom today, never give up freedom America.
Freedom is our life in America, we value freedom all of our life, God gave us freedom to choose right from wrong, and told us that he will judge our life in the end.
Freedom in America is seen in many ways, in the ways we think, the way we pray, the way we tolerate others when we disagree, we in America grow everyday for freedom gives us so many ways to learn and grow in America.
Freedom is our life in America, we value freedom all of our life, God gave us freedom to choose right from wrong, and told us that he will judge our life in the end.
Let us all pray for freedom, for love, for forgiveness, and for all of the positives in life.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
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