Happiness is life
Live and love.
Get up with a mind
Ready to shine.
Teach the world to be amazed
Rise and make a changed.
Fill your spirit with sunshine
Show up with a smile.
Let your words be confident
Take control of your mindset
Sing loudly and call a crowd
Keep it up and you be surrounded.
Stay happy and alive
Touch the hearts of those alone
Be an example to those you know
Happiness will show
Keep close and they will show.
Team America you are great, especially the younger group, the ones that are reading and making all their own news and reports.
Team America thank you for getting aware, for being bright like a bulb and keeping us informed of your thoughts.
Team America keep it up, stay informed and pass your light to shine bright day and night.
Team America, stay strong, pray, love and never give up your freedoms.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
Love is not many a splendid thing
As Cupid’s dark arrow marks a sting
And poisons a heart ready to sing.
Her lover was a jack-a-dandy
For other ladies he was randy
Couldn’t keep it up
He’s nothing but a chump
Now face down in a pool of brandy
The fairy tale will never stop,
Its lie of happiness will always flop
With its happy-ever-after slop!
The Tolerance Of
Not Being Loved
Can Be
EXTREMELY
STUBBORN
Sometimes.
Keep It Up:
As
Long
As
You
Can.
Play On.
-Gray Squirrel
12-20-2025
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How are we supposed to know if we’re pretty
when beauty only got one meaning nowadays?
We’re not even us—
silicone in us,
then fuss when somebody talks about it.
Our role models are pure plastic,
so we grow up thinking we gotta have it too.
The truth is, beauty is within,
not a butt lift, not changing your skin,
not flat ironing your hair to fit in,
not skipping meals to get thin.
They say the girls with the fat ass
and the small waist are winning,
but the more you try,
the more it turns into self-pity.
If we keep it up,
nobody gonna be real.
I’m not tryna be rude,
this is just how I feel.
Society will break you if you let it.
I wanted to be someone else too—I admit.
It’s either you love you or hate you.
Adding stuff to yourself isn’t loving you.
When you see your true value,
that’s how you know you love you.
There, my home
There, where good never comes within bull's roar of eer
There, where penurious rule the penury
There, my home
Where hazy are hopes and aspirations
Extort common men for piles of gold.
What a great leader! Please keep it up
Lo! Blotted copybook with corruption
Oh! Lord of karma
Shade is now on our beam ends!
The earth has swallowed and digest the good
Today, all heads above stinks
Indeed, they are pure
Words are more eloquent than silence!
For tomorrow holds cloudy sky
We need more voice to win!
To pull up one's socks on damnation
Our needs calls for strong constitution
Which extinguish the fire of starvation
And also stands as protection
For us and them the future generation
Keep it up and you will see
All my sensibility
Lost along with lots of patience
Do not give me all this nonsense
And excuses for this act
Your about to get so smacked
My anger is getting higher
I do not like filthy liars
Telling stories to disguise
All their cheating dirty lies
Looking in my eyes you dare
To fix things but I don't care
What you are about to say
Turn around and go away
Leave me alone or you will know
How my furious eyes glow
With disdain I have for you
You better really think it through
Either leave and not come back
Or stay and face the angry wrath
Of a woman thats been scorned
Your still here, you have been warned
Fists and punches to your face
Your a black and blue disgrace
Legacy left behind,
For all to find,
Hide it quick,
Take a perfect pic,
Deceive everyone,
Where as bright as the sun,
As rich as a mine,
Our clothes are fine,
Heaps of jewels,
We fooled those fools,
Close the curtain,
We will never win,
When its closed, only open,
Ten out of ten,
For acting today,
Now go and play,
Wine glass out,
Children doubt,
They can't keep it up,
They're a leaky cup,
Someone will notice and report,
Then they would be caught,
So, curtain open, smiles on,
Curtain closed, finished game of con.
Can I tell you a secret?
Every generation thinks their time is the last greatest struggle
and that their struggle will be the end of everything.
Every generation has its precipice and must choose whether to commit suicide or to survive and go on.
The more skittish men look up and panic! They scream, "THE SKY IS FALLING! WE SHALL ALL PERISH!"
Others that look at the world with more optimistic eyes say 'NO! If we all raise our hands together, we can raise the sky and keep it up above our heads! Tomorrow will come if we try!"
Others who truly know in their hearts that all is lost keep their peace and stay silent.
But the wise look on at all of this chaos and smile. They say, "Wow! I wonder what new sky lies beneath this old one? It must hold much splendor, for why else would it crack and fall?
Let us welcome what is being born over our heads.
Let us bear down and survive this falling, and when the chaos again subsides,
join hands and sing together under a brilliant new sky,
in a new time."
What used to be my face
is now just a facade
Once I was nice
now I'm the Marquis de Sade
Please cry no false tears for me
or say that you've somehow still faith
Keep it up, and I'll metamorphize
from the Marquis to Henry the Eighth
He flew in from the east not ominous by itself, I will abide.
however, our fierce opponents in battle were terrified.
They had heard of the crow oldster, spread by my brothers.
His wing span was twenty-four feet they lied to others.
Screaming was heard from our enemy’s camp when he appeared.
“It is the crow oldster!” Many abandoned their army, so a ’feared.
Grandpa crow thought this was hilarious and threw out a loud caw.
Some of the ones going AWOL did not stop until they got to Omaha.
As leader of the red army, I was delighted to see this old fellow.
With his strut, his wiggle, his giggle, and his eyes full of yellow.
You are doing this right, I assured him, please keep it up.
He winked at me and took a swig from his corn whiskey cup.
“Crow Oldster!” we heard them yell out all night long.
Many of them were incorporating his rep into a new song.
I paid the crow and he flew back to the east through light showers.
We defeated what was left of their army in a couple of hours.
Collaboration with Mitch Taylor
written in 1984 when we were 12
Wherever you go, it’s all around.
Money and drugs goin’ down.
You see ‘em doin’ crack, sniffin’ cocaine
And puttin’ that stuff in their vein.
You don’t do drugs ‘cause you’re no fool,
But those who do think their cool.
Once in awhile, you’ll see a fight,
Usually occurring late at night.
Whoa! Back up, he’s got a gun.
Go to the phone and dial 911.
The cops come over right away.
Looks like hell is here to stay.
If you do drugs every day,
It’s like slittin’ your throat with a razor blade.
‘Cause if you do drugs don’t you know,
Keep it up and you won’t grow.
Why don’t you do some good in your life,
Like get a nine to five and a loving wife,
Two kids and real nice car.
Straighten up and you’ll go far
Or on death row is where you’ll be.
And why? Just ‘cause you didn’t listen to me.
I can feel Freedom giving me a 'come hither' look from somewhere just out of view..
It's whispering silent sweet nothings directly into my imagination.
It's hinting contactless caresses to my skin through the cool air coming in my windows.
And slipping subtle insinuation into the sweet, seductive scents of spring infusing my every inhalation.
Artfully invoking memories of just how great we are together..
Impassioned, imperceptible intimation.
Ah, what a tease..
Keep it up though, Freedom, please.
Let’s do it again PaPa Jerry
I want to fly clear up to the sun
Higher; it’s just a little scary
Cause swinging with you is so much fun
Round and round is how it’s s’pose to go
Sometimes it gets hard to keep it up
Hula-hoops are so much fun you know
but not for you because you’re grown up
I’m really tired PaPa Jerry
But I do not want to take a nap
my eyes are heavy and I’m weary
can’t I just lay down here on your lap
Not ready for our time to be through
I sure wish that somehow you could stay
Don’t you know just how much I miss you
Whenever you have to go away
8/2/2017
An another bird sings today
in the forest of your love
An unknown man rows today
the boat of your love.
Today you are drawing
someone's new dreams
And another sun rises
in your morning.
I heard someone else's song
in your voice of pride
Does it give you pleasure
to not think of me inside?
Maybe you've written lately
someone else's life story
Your gave an another poet
all of your love poetry.
Yeah, I feel so relieved today
to see your happy smile
I don't get hurt anymore
to think of your memories.
You're having a good time
keep it up sweetheart,
I have nothing to ask you
I will always be alright.
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