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Shhh.!!! we must ed-ucate our bogans.?
For they'll battle better ( than any army Trojan')
WHOLE-HEARTED MURALS-:-
serial
contrasting
counterparts
without
mannered
WHOLESOME SENSUALITY
hopeful
didactical
style
with SIGNIFICANT REPERCUSSION
inaugurate
disident
resembling
high
mindedness
festival was not complete until the music man arrived
a few minutes later dancing was in full swing
the older ladies sat on a bench commenting
one old timer was tapping his foot incredibly hard
the dogs were jiving and diving
Tijuana in its heyday, enjoying a festival
the foods served were deliciously colorful
we enjoyed ourselves until the sky turned gray
another lively, lovely, lackadaisical light-hearted day
Half-hearted
I do everything half-hearted;
Never giving it my all.
Always spreading out
my contents,
Across the galaxies,
in awe…
Of the war inside my head -
Never trusting anyone.
Breaking; in the silence
Of the damage
that’s been done.
I do everything half-hearted;
Mechanism of defense -
if I spilled myself
for everyone;
All I'd have
-would be
a mess.
I did everything half-hearted,
til the day
I learned your heart.
When it all fell into place
I knew;
there were
no missing parts.
I did everything half-hearted
til the day I fell for you
Then, put my faith into forever
And started
every day anew.
I do everything
half-hearted
Since nothing -
Now, the same.
Lock this cold
black heart
back in its box
and toss it in the flames.
I do everything half-hearted though;
my heart
still speaks your name. …Believing yours
would speak mine, too - I've just myself to blame…
-Marion A. Yost-
Our king was quite ill and almost dead.
I cured him and got him out of his bed.
My late father's knowledge saved the king's life.
The king wants Bertram to make me his wife.
This is a reward for my noble deed.
Bertram thinks I'm someone he doesn't need.
I love the king's ward, and I want him so,
but he acts like I'm one he doesn't know.
Based on the play "All's Well That Ends Well" by William Shakespeare
'
Cold Hearted
Your cold indifference
Keeps me at arm’s length
Perhaps the warm rays of my love
Will melt your icy heart
I lost a bracelet
Returned to the place where I bought
There I found it
Someone has tied it hanging
There a caption I read:
"Lost and found bracelet,
Claim with a receipt."
I gave the receipt and claim it again
I'm happy to see that there are still
People who have a heart of a good citizen.
Do you remember when phones had a cord to the wall outlet?
Our son was about five years old.
We were in a hotel room and he wanted to call daddy.
He ran over to the phone and picked it up.
As he looked at me with a very puzzled look, he said it has no dial tone.
Yes, no dial tone because we are in a hotel room.
Trying to survive,
I began dreaming each day;
That tore me apart.
The life of the green-hearted is oft littered with fool's gold.
Hanging onto things that are jagged and flashy.
Things that don't mean much of anything.
Then tossing away the precious- the plain- the special.
While wading into the rapids of a blistering hell.
Living always has the last slanted say.
Turning youth and vigor into weathered wisdom.
Black velvet into tattered gray.
Age walks to the edge of the falls every day.
Where they gaze at love, slipping over the brink.
Into the misty halo of yesterday's dream.
The stars won't come out tonight
The sky is covered with black clouds
My heart is aching since you went away
Those beautiful flowers is hiding from my sight
My eyes is shy I would better sleep
All I see it has no color, bleak and gray
After you gone away from me
What's the use of breathing, of living
If the joy was stolen by this futile fate
I better be lonely tonight perchance
Tomorrow would give me a chance to live
Perhaps, failure may brush away all tears
And hope will remains a glitter of light
That heals my broken heart to love again.
Waking up to the sound of birds,
Flying and chirping along the wave of the wind.
The long awaited comfort of the warm sunrise,
Finally dispels the coldness of the night.
Beauty can be seen through everywhere,
Through sight, sound, touch and feelings.
Oh wait, how forgetful I am,
Life has always been a bliss.
Infinite blessings that seems to be neverending,
The feeling of appreciation is what humans can return.
I am me, young at heart,
Still seeking the meaning of life.
Sometimes when bad things comes creeping in,
I accept the challenges ahead to prove that I can be better.
Just like the repeating cycle of the sun, rising and setting,
So am I, to rise and fall multiple times.
Even failing has it's own wonderful perks in it,
We get to experience the warmth hands that are being offered to us.
All at once, the Creator continues to works in mysterious ways.
Our only purpose is to live and make it as a light hearted experience.
Aunque él deber
te dicte hoy
otro destinó.
Y al estar sólo
busques él refugió
de otro nido.
Prometeme
qué aún volverás,
tesoro mío.
Confirma tú regresó,
con ese
apasionado besó.
Y cómo velero fiel,
lucharás contra
la marea o viento--
por nuevamente anclar
en este, tú amado puerto.
Tú por mi, regresarás.
Cobijame
con la llama
de pasión intensa--
que guardas
en tu pecho.
Para que mi llanto seque
y así pueda escuchar
la oscura
y triste novedad.
Brindemos
por esté adiós,
no sea eterno.
Con vino rojo
y dulce, del bueno.
Aunque cada buche--
traiga hoy tanta amargura--
al digerir la amarga
e agria realidad.
Regalame
esa fuerza intensa--
qué otorga tú mirada.
Porqué es imagin--
la qué logra que pueda
conseguir el sueño.
Ahí tal vez pueda--
tener algo
de felicidad.
Consuelame,
con la esperanza en tú voz--
que ahora me jura,
anclada frente a Dios--
prometiendo tú regreso.
Porqué aunque
despedazado hoy
queda él corazón--
siempre te esperará.
Those who have good heart
Have the hard time expressing
Their feelings outside.
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