Trees, adorned in Fall styles,
with branches wearing multicolor on their sleeves,
induce smiles.
How the leaves dance!
Patterns fluttering on their weaves,
entrance.
Fall chill -
the crimson leaves
thrill.
Trees adorned in Fall styles,
patterns fluttering on their weaves,
thrill.
Don't Ask...
Simplified.
Induce
Reduce
Exude
Seduce.
Dis-Connect
The Umbilical
Creative
Past...
Or, Keep The
FLOW.
Floral-Recycler
Just A Little
Off Kilter.
Oh Yes!
Why Even
Ask Yourself?
Hmmmm?
Ask Your Self:
Am I Not
Entertaining
Enough
For You?
Not Needing
Reinforcement?
No Booster,
No Competitor,
No Nonsense
Meted Out...
You Are The
Product.
Not The Creation.
Is That Good?
Now.
Thanks.
-Gray Squirrel
07-14-2026
silent wars. debilitating crises. emotional toils. outweighing bills. fading hopes. unending woes. what hope am i left with. when fortune continues to seem dreary. betrayals that never stopped from friends. failures that lurk beneath attempts. destiny continues to provoke my tears. mockery continues to induce my fears. heavily drenched in pool of depression. of a health challenge that had stifled my aspirations. to whom do i bare these ordeals. unto whose chest do i fall asleep. whose shoulders do i lean on. that would renew my hopes with reassuring words. for these dreams are crippling at failure's behest. while i only continue to brood in silence.
©: LegalBard
12/11/2023
One may land in hot water
skating where the ice is thin
or end up in a jam
going out on a limb
and hoping to reach a goal
by swimming upstream
could prove no more than a wish
perhaps purely a pipe dream
investing the least
wanting the lion's share
the end result
might induce a scare
woolgathering head in the clouds
unaware of what's around
sounds like fun but more's accomplished
with both feet on solid ground
If You were to be my final ballad,
bold and blazing,
bleeding ink burning eternally
would the book of my life
be closed on a death bed of bliss,
sealed with a locket of Your lovely longing,
perhaps left open upon my chest
to where You and I confessed
that our love is a natural obsession,
that torturous distance
made our passion more deft,
that Time was not an enemy,
It has been an ally
towards the evolution of our devotion,
the last heartbeat of a Poet Man
haloed by phoenix quills of love,
If You were my final kiss,
tight and liquid hot,
let's have our lips hold on long
to a breath immortal
unfading as faith fearless,
reverberating into the Valhalla
of Love ever living,
If You were to induce my final tear,
searing and falling
into the open mouth of my truth
It will be voicing an ultraviolet
cymatic oval
pitching into a promise
that is already realized,
If You were to be my final fear,
let It be that I am scared
of not being scared
of lovin' You all the way...
J.A.B.
Today we praise God's precious only Son
Who gave His life so that our lives live on
He suffered pain, being nailed to a cross
To the world it was a sorrowful loss.
Lonesome hearts are aware how it does feel
Mother Marys sore heart did never heal
From losing her resplendent precious boy
Who came from Heaven, her pride and her joy.
Upon angel wings that will never cease
Breath of God flows o'er the whispering breeze
To enter hearts with His love, joy and grace
From the creator of the human race.
Bless Jesus who is there to hear our prayers
To guide us, though we may be unaware
That He sees all and redeems every fall
With His salvation to one and to all.
Pray constantly all worldly wars will cease
Gloria in abundance, induce peace.
In idle, I am prone to the unintentional siren
yet with obligation, I can pretentiously delude
concealing the apprehension... and the desire
Remarkably discernible from a mere moment glimpse
in her ivory mask with tinges of light rose
looming unmistakably regardless how afar
Yet, I keep my distance; becoming too nervous
propinquity may induce "Untamed Attraction"
in defiance of the restraint that I impose
Amongst the mundane, I unwillingly exclude
in fear of displacing the facade over this ruse
all to hide my veracity from ridicule
Is it in timidity that I indulge this notion?
Incapable to go beyond being elusively platonic;
in favor to the ethics upon which I've stood upon?
...
Alas, I bury any sentiment as a mere fantasy
to haunt me within my dreams; as I lay vulnerable.
In favor to the ethics upon which I've stood upon.
Written on 02/26/2017
Are you human or you're life
Life expectancy
How the far you in your life
And what is your dependency
Is this system SATAN really
To abolish soul
What is your behavior
Is your game kinda foul
Will we all kinda same
In the system this
Sure we're tired of the war
All of us want peace
But with peace you reproduce
Many many children
Ocean corals life reduced
Due your interference
Soles of you shoes produce
Microparticles
They the threat to ocean induce
Many LAW the articles
So you shall be walking less
AI will do all jobs for you
Yes Economy recess
Valuable are few
Ocean suffers from hypoxy
So that many humans eat
What for system this
True judgement
You're HYPOCRITE
I was studying QURAN but I am not a traditional muslim and I also study TORAH but not christian
I am not a religious person and am a mathematician
and ALLAH and I we love this song
10+Years/Feeding+The+Wolves/Fade+Into+(The+Ocean)
and if CYBE ids correct we want HELP
Solo keyboard notes a calming
Refrain of my yielding soul,
The black and white striking the strings.
Vibrating and ordering
Slow, steady rhythms induce a state
Immerse your desire in your creativity.
A SIMPLE SOUND
It can interrupt lives
Induce pain
Steal memories
Freeze time
Alter direction
Spawn tears
Initiate questions
Radiate shock
Unleash fear
Sow confusion
Cause doubt
Sap energy
Instill rage
Metastasize helplessness
Sprout stress
Rob Joy
Quench Hope
Erase peace
Conjure storms
Usher in Loneliness
Open wounds
Choke breath
Expunge laughter
Remove meaning
Cloud the future
Vanquish love
Kill relationships
Shatter families
Rend hearts
It can be world ending
A knock at the Door
In early years, we introduce
Our kids to rhymes of Mother Goose
And then move up to Dr. Seuss
In hopes that joy will stick.
In school, most teachers reproduce
Some famous poems and then induce
Their students, taking no excuse,
To write their versions, quick.
This seems like language arts abuse
And children might just say vamoose
When rhyme and rhythm, like a noose,
Constrain them, tight and thick.
To me, though, as you might deduce,
My rhyming helps my thoughts flow loose,
So ‘til my brain runs out of juice,
It’s what will make me tick.
The night afore Christmas Day came our way
Twelve relatives descended, for to stay
Had to assemble several spare beds
But they did look cosy, it must be said.
A merry time was being had by all
Awaiting the moment Santa would call
The children were noisy, were kept awake
By the row that us oldies did create.
There was singing, drinking and lots to eat
Suddenly down the chimney came two feet
It was Santa come with his ho-ho-ho
Was offered a drink, but said no-no-no.
Then off up the stairs Santa Clause did run
We heard a scream, which then stilled all our fun
All wondered what on earth he could have done
To induce such an awful commotion.
It turned out that the kids had startled him
Jumping from their beds making a right dim
Santa ran down, his face glowing bright red
That was down to the children, one would guess.
Santa said that he'd been pulled, tugged and torn
The kiddies said not so, a promise sworn
They just meant to render Santa a hug
But dear Santa told them, no such luck.
Santa ran off then, faster than a flash
His goodbye was, “I will never come back.”
Shadow mountain peak,
puzzle one can’t fathom,
it’s that upward sweep,
at sunrise, sunset,
quaint sawtooth features,
they induce dark zeal,
methinks a fable,
obscure tightly lodged,
in each skyward step,
novel within grasp,
cryptic stone phrase etch,
moss whirl stream rim,
lofty lambent odes sculpt,
in mound of twilight,
enshrouded wry blur,
vast hunch ascendant,
edgy climber gumption yet,
settles for lax gaze,
syblline boundless bard,
red cloud piercing tower,
a distant writer’s thirst
Shadow mountain peak,
one somehow can’t quite fathom,
it’s that upward sweep
at sunrise, sunset,
quaint jagged features protrude,
they induce dark mirth
methinks a fable,
inscrutable, tightly lodged,
in each skyward step
novel within grasp,
phrases etched in mystic stone,
rimmed by moss whirl stream
lofty, lambent odes,
I sculpt in mound of twilight,
enshrouded wry blur
vast hunch ascendant,
edgy climber gumption yet,
settles for lax gaze
syblline boundless bard,
that red cloud piercing tower,
a remote verse whim
Coward
I have endowed mind
Singing my mantras' anthems
To God for being kind
Time has plans beaten
Yet daring mind chooses win
Of defeats sweeten
Morrow announced loss
What today wish to begin
Shared yesterday's cross
Through pain and not gain
Because of the lane followed
Induce dew to rain
Processes skipped
Makes battling smartness swallowed
Wisdom well equipped
I am such coward
Whose heartbeats state cool problems
Which ain't empowered
Faded scope with tag
Scaring away cold warning
With oaths to fly flag
Of everyday's sigh
How to seize courage mourning
Hope to flying high
With the strings of bliss
Who have grown from their mistakes
Shunt regret's abyss
Than watch people's view
On how much faded loss stakes
Out of aging blue
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