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I’ve always been attracted, really,
By the other side of the mirror,
To find the white rabbit,
from Alice in Wonderland,
Playing croquet with the queen,
Not knowing where the world is going,
To embrace Juliet and Miss Cunegund,
Seal fishing in Alaska,
I’ve always been attracted, really,
By the other side of the mirror,
Having tea at the madhouse,
to listen to the advice of the silkworm,
The poet lives in strawberry pies.
7
Who stole my Christmas present?
The toy box, the stuffed animal,
Comanche’s headdress,
The red fire truck,
I saw time fly by the window,
She’s not my little sister,
Nor the matchmaker,
Is it Lucille, playing piano ?
Who stole my Christmas present?
Davy Crockett’s panoply,
The pretty steam locomotive, stupid,
The jumping balloon and its dreams,
I saw time fly by the window,
I AM THE PERSON I HAVE BEEN LOOKING FOR MY WHOLE LIFE."
I KNOW IT SUCKS NOT HAVING A SOULMATE, BUT
KNOW YOU ARE STILL "GREAT"
"I AM THE PERSON I HAVE BEEN LOOKING FOR MY WHOLE LIFE."
I KNOW IT SUCKS NOT HAVING A SOULMATE, BUT
KNOW YOU ARE STILL "GREAT" ??
SOMETIMES, I AM TIRED OF HIDING MYSELF AS A MAN
IN A SOCIETY THAT THINKS A MAN’S PAIN DOES NOT EXIST…
EXHAUSTED FROM FEELING LIKE I AM NOT ALLOWED MY TEARS…
CONFUSED ABOUT WHY,
IF WITNESSED IN THE PUBLIC’S EYES,
I’M NOT SUPPOSED TO CRY.
FRUSTRATED WITH THE THOUGHT THAT, AS A MAN,
I CANNOT SHED MY EMOTIONS
ON MY PARTNER’S SHOULDER.
PRIVATELY ENRAGED AT A SOCIETY
THAT THINKS VULNERABILITY IN A MAN
IS A SIGN OF WEAKNESS.
THINKING TO MYSELF,
“HERE I GO,”
WITH ANOTHER PERFORMANCE.
ANGRY AT HOLDING ON
TO A FALSIFIED SMILE
WHEN I’M HURTING.
SO AS I WRITE THIS POEM,
IT IS WRITTEN FOR ALL MEN—
A READING FOR YOUR HEARTS TO MEND.
AND KNOW
YOU HAVE PERMISSION
TO BE ALL VERSIONS OF YOURSELF.
On a life-boat passing through Time, making its way to the island of timely order(s).
Surrounded by death/decay and birth/unmanifested on the other side.
Surfing/Suffering on the waves of Time.
Maybe tonight.
The meaning of words change all the Time.
Unable to find meaning if not rooted in Time.
Counting up or counting down either way you are keeping Time.
Yet taking the Time to Time Time.
If Life is a zero sum game, what's the shortest interval that you have achieved this at?
Millennia, centuries, years, days or seconds ? M-C-IIIVIV-i-d?
Letting go generates space and time thus centering oneself in the present moment.
With precision and ease as in any clockmaker's watch.
The Sands of Time scatter as the hourglass shatters, turning to sand over Time.
Yet Time will keep its own Time.
Unless blocked by these very particles of sand.
Even though the books in the library are buried.
My spoken words will echo throughout Time.
Yet keep running out of sync in this fast changing world.
Acceptable losses by aiding incoherence.
As I await my Trial by Numbers.
Ring around her grave procession of funeral flowers
I am a growing spirit of well-being dancing in the melody of my own song
An illuminating light finally beginning to shine
within what was once the darkest corners of my experiences
Created perfectly imperfect but not the definition of past mistakes
Emerged from an abyss of mental instability where sought after peace is no longer searched for, it has been found
I am an expansion of thought
The rebirth of a new mind
Understanding that the existence of pleasure and pain are necessary encounters to help balance out the life in which all have been chosen to live
I am the living proof of nothing short of a miracle
Where my dreams have embraced reality and reality became my dream.
Black Diamond lived in New York City’s Central Park Zoo
From 1893 to 1915, and he was popular too.
This bison was honored by the US buffalo nickel which looked like him.
His caretakers gave Black Diamond all kinds of treats, on a whim.
The 1st Commandment does not forbid us to honor the saints in Heaven
As long as we do not give them the honor that belongs to Eternal God alone
When we pray to the saints we ask them to offer their prayers to Eternal God for us
We do not pray to the crucifix
Or the images of Father Christ
And of the Saints but to the person whom they remind us
All Women everywhere
Believing in themselves
Achievers in courage
Determined minds
Desired attributes
Educated mission
Dedication guide
Established
Some are not famous and names acquainted
The women are contributors to society and values famous or not
Accepting challenges from opposition
Not afraid to fulfill goals
True Leaders inside and out
Wisdom, Knowledge and Understanding coming together as one
True Thinkers
Concept, Agenda and Theory all their own
Stories never told
They are any women being bold
Turning complexity into simplicity
Explanations with proven research
Key word is Values
Characteristics in Sustaining, Willing and Fulfilling
Women are always visualizing in improvements in making living better
Their abilities are what keeps them among
On this month of Women’s History Month
A time to applaud every women that has established in their own right.
"Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that."—Martin Luther King Jr.
Honoring Dr King
Loneliness
Odious
Violence
Eliminator
From the depths to the shore,
From birth to death,
There is always something more.
More hopes,
More desires—
We are never satisfied, neither at the start nor at the end.
The rules of boundaries are often scattered,
Our breath is bound to life,
Our breath is bound to love.
There is a struggle for success
In the jungle of desires.
It is neither so near nor so far;
Knowing this, we continue on the stepping stones, striving for joy, reaching for the sky.
In the race of rats,
We continuously scramble for God’s grace.
By tasting different flavors and playing various games,
When we finally lose,
Crossing the endless circle,
When we begrudgingly taste the aging of dreams,
We come to understand: the true struggle lies in expressing emotions, claiming our rights, and overcoming evils.
Overall, and at last,
True freedom rests at the feet of God.
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dolphin shaped island
under a turquoise sky
calm and serene
you honor my soul dream
playful thoughts enter my mind
I want to dance from your head to your flippers
The grandkids came to visit
So, in tribute to the past,
We honored a tradition
That I never knew would last.
For when our kids were younger,
We would play our favorite tapes
And we’d dance around the living room,
The greatest of escapes.
We’d bust out all our fancy moves
And slide across the floor,
The joy so precious, who could ever
Ask for something more?
Yet now, one grown-up kid is back
With children of his own,
So all of us kicked up our feet,
With music from the phone.
The thrill was back as we let loose,
Our smiles both bright and wide,
As, young and old, we danced in tune
With how we felt inside.
11/10/2023
I have never had to give up my home,my town, my family in any war.
That was done for me, by willing, brave heroes, who have gone afar!
Courageous women and men, who loved mankind.
They left pets, beloved family and homes behind!.
They knew that America had to protect a flag of red, white and blue.
No matter what country, you are now in, they died for you and your
country, too!
Herr Hitler might have become the ruler of all free countries as well.
Heroes were buried in your country, so peaceful now, in green fields
with Sunday bells.
Heroes such as these are why religion and speech are so marvelously free.
Don’t let a single person nor power group, rob thee of these.
Enemies start worldwide, with controls, they rule..don’t need guns!
Allowing lies, murder and a brave, crooked world to have its evil ryn.
So don’t let military service and young deaths disappear in vain.
They lie in simple, quiet graves, in moonlit cemeteries, in the crying rain..
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