I plead guilty
Of saying,
My grandchild is
The most beautiful
The most wonderful
The most intelligent,
It shows, it is so evident,
Absolutely so loving,
Character and nature so giving,
Makes friends instantly
And acts independently,
And so much fun,
Takes my hand
To help build sandcastles
In the sea sand,
Likes to share,
Tells you if she feels you are wrong,
That is not fair,
And how old is this little wonder,
Who is not even afraid
Of an intense storm
With lightning and thunder,
Two years and 8 months,
Who converses so sensibly,
And comprehensibly,
I am not exaggerating,
Such a wise little mind
Who is also so truly kind,
Who tells me I am not pronouncing
“Absolutely,” Correctly
It is ab-so lut-ely yiayia, she says,
And I beam at you with pride
You are so little, yet mature
Everyday we love you more and more,
And one day when our time is up,
I hope no time too soon,
When you look up and
See a full bright moon,
And lots of glittering stars,
It’s Yiayia and pappou ,
Sending you hugs
And love galore.
YIAYIA AND PAPPOU ARE THE GREEK WORDS FOR – GRANNY AND GRANDPA
Space is positioned
above all between what we feel,
and what we see...
The universe flourishes,
between the void and the invisible...
And it forms independently
in the same way it has always been...
I fear that man will destroy
what he finds here,
before knowing what is there...!
I drew out seven canvases today
no biggie for me
I am a cartoonist
my tunes draw themselves
I hold onto the pencil
where they come from I do not know
They are as automatic as my poems
they are as automatic as my poems
poems I do not recognize in a week
or sometimes by the end of the same day I wrote them
My muses amuse themselves daily
doing what they do when they want how they want
without direction or input from me
a bit of proof that my right brain and left brain do not communicate
each one prancing independently
thunder rumbles
constantly
off in a distance
even more thunder
thunder
gets closer
intensified
howling tempest
lightning flashes
thunderclaps
clap again
house shakes upon its foundation
gust's speed picks up
constant lightning flashes
bringing nitrogen to earth
i feel it turning plants green
wind chimes dance
jingle
play their tunes
independently
in the mist of the bluster
God's presence is real
i know He's here
in this chinook
i know my Protector lives
He cares
He's real
my humanness still is afraid
each shake
each flash
each intense billow scares
His presence keeps me
from falling apart
running scared
or panicking
The melting point of married life:
Stay together but not talking
No hug, no smell, no story to tell
No sweet moment, everyone is on the phone
Sleeping in opposite direction
Preparing clothes independently
Busy friendship with others
Forgetful to important family event
No friction, less feeling, no meeting
Lastly, break up!
There is happiness called life freedom
Not fighting, competing and selfishness
No plans, everything goes as planned
Easy life, live independently, peacefully.
However, sweep away the sorrow
Ignore the python, worry and plotting
Maintain balance, to keep your body and mind clean
It's all about time, everything depend on fate.
I and you, us and them, from one soul we grow independently.
United but apart, alone but together, I am you, and you are me.
I'm grateful for this moment in time
I'm grateful for my wife
her unconditional love, and beautiful mind
I'm grateful for my happy mood
healthy, cool bright
child who
gives me hugs
in the morning dew light
I'm grateful for my mother
and how she always
been earth underneath my feet
..never to fall away
I'm grateful for my father
how much he's endured
still moves forward to achieve
he's stronger than me
grateful for my big brothers
distant from me, survive independently
longer than me
I'm grateful for my pets
Sushi su..
and all my fur and feather babies
who crossed the bridge
too soon
the world we go next
grateful for my breath
grateful for the day
even if a tear I wept
grateful for the night.. grateful, Allah, for my life
but I ain't ignorant
there'll be nothing ever left
but the echoes of the light
in the darkness of the depths
Please don’t think that I can’t see you
As I’ve got the most incredible eyes
Which move independently from each other
Although I’m known as a master of disguise!
I reside with my family in Madagascar
In rain forests where I live up a tree
I can change colour when I want to
So I’ll blend so you may not see me!
I adore eating lots of tasty insects
I catch them when I shoot out my tongue
It can project twice the length of my body
I’m very proud of my proboscis so long!
I am very adept at tree climbing
My prehensile tail acts as a fifth limb
I’m so lucky to live high up in the trees
My forest habitat is my very own gym!
The majority see normality in their conformity of reality
think the minority less ordinary living independently of society
so the predominantly found commonality to follow the herd unquestionably
as those unobjectionably herded sheep live undeveloped intellectually
for the safety to be safely integrated with humanity
in a delusional state of superiority to protect their sensitivity
but to truly go where you please is a sign of your integrity
when you choose to have your own views and be standing for them separately
risk the social repercussions which return your way indefinitely
when you learn that they lack concern as they have no way of thinking free
the cursing gift that you live with that doesn’t need authority
or popularity through obscurity avoiding any form of scrutiny
knowing social approval’s only useful if you want anonymity
So what silly notion has taken over today?
My brain works independently I don't have a say
I do draw the line
And start to whine
When my brain complains it's underpaid
The human condition often seeks simplicity,
For the complex mind to understand.
Looking through a window of forces to attract &
Repulse, as universal opposition seems planned.
These reactions may appear as solitary, yet
With outcomes that trend towards duality.
As paired views are born to manifest, some to
Follow the imaginary, others reality.
Recalling the phrase, ' It takes two to tango ',
Exemplifies this kinship that's ever-present & true.
Since there's no such thing as the perfect crime ...
There's always a remnant clue.
When we expand this relative philosophy,
To our presence in the world today.
We can see hot & cold, up & down, rich & poor,
Right & wrong, etc.- so many boundaries that guide the play.
Just as were compelled to believe independently,
We're also drawn by others to influence & share.
Begging the question, if this bond is compatible,
Or is it about power and blending to be fair.
As our current condition exemplifies, where
Multiple answers to any question seems real.
Bringing power to confusion and calamity, and
Changing another's mind, is the absolute ideal.
I paused
To build my castle
A fortress
With a moat
Pretend I could hideaway
Savour in the solitude
Where I could queen
Independently
Out of harms way
Casting off all feelings
Let happiness
Reign over me selfishly
But that draw bridge
Couldn’t just stay closed
It welcomed you
Stupidly forgetting protocol
I wanted to burn it slow
Instead I set it all on fire
Water filled with gasoline
Caught aflame trapping me
No one here to save me
Since I locked myself away
Alone, but strategically
Now I’m shoveling ashes into graves
Back to building my monsters
The enemies that eventually turn on me
I piece them together so perfectly
Forcing them to revolt against me
Those years spent rehabbing my heart
I thought they’d heal me
That didn’t seem to stick
Now I need to find me again
Wrestling with the best way to raise kids
Oscillating between being a helicopter parent
Or letting them find their own way
The middle road sometimes not apparent
We all brandish our own brand of baggage
Coloring our view of how the world looks to us
Don’t want to fill their backpacks with our fears
Before they even get on the school bus
Still sharpening my pencil as I ponder
Lately been thinking less is more
Maybe my job is to encourage curiosity
While providing them a safe vessel to explore
Let them make their own decisions
Ascertaining independently what to see
The world needs our kids to be who they are
Not who we want them to be
Orun mu oru
Eni ba lo lomo
Eni ba bo lomo
We tend to light our fears in the presence of a designatory Pen ??
Cutting out our souls for a damage we couldn't comprehend
Having it believed we either see it finished on Horse we rode from a distance journey
Making it tend we will enjoy the presence of our beauty
The courtesy we demanded hasn't never left, we throw away the dignity and seek for a red ink
Shall we lose our faith?
Shall we have our faith?
Shalll we overcome our threats?
Shall we overcome our pains?
?????
A coat was cut for a king in a rough yard
Looks so excellence dwelling in powers while he's being at shame from a Grandmasters
Our pieces was a doom when we seek for the truth in lies we told
"Consistently Drying the flowers
Watery the stones
Praising the Woes".
Partying and throwing shades of laughter
Independently crying and seeing the light to beautiful abode
The horse got cut down
The smiles turns fears
The might took lose
Grieves set its standard and work like a Nightmare endorsing Dreams
Races upon races
Flowers upon flowers
Crys upon crys
The City Walls becomes the gate to home of no Return.
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