SILLY BUT TRUE: A TANKAING FREE
FLOW OF THE STATE OF OUR NATION
Tariffing power,
With screwworm-like politics
Coopering our lives
Uprooting our lives:
Uprooting human justice,
Tree barking dread injustice:-
Military law,
Takes on nationwide control;
Policing all life:
Modern day monarchy times;
POTUS becoming king:-
Peace soon lay to rest;
The DOD, soon to be
The new DOW:
Download Other Wars coming,
As well as the new Red House:-
Yes, autocracy,
Displacing democracy,
Freely echoing
Power to do whatever
It wants to do, and will do!
Silly as it sounds,
All of this is as true as
The sun and the moon:
A true living reflection
Of the state of our nation:-
A bugler stands silent and alone
Deep within the garden of stone
And as the first three notes sound
Echoing across this sacred ground
Resounding in the mourners’ ears
Stir each soul and summon tears
The bugler plays soft and slow
Twenty-four notes we all know
That in our souls resonate
They honor and commemorate
The Veteran we lay to rest
By whose service we were blest
With peace, safety, liberty
These things do not come free
So play bugler, sound the horn
Notes so soft yet so forlorn
Carried on the breeze aloft
Till lost in the evening soft
Till lost in the setting sun
A Veteran’s duty finally done
The definition of a mystery is what lies behind that beautiful smile.
A beautiful brilliance, fluttering eyes.
I could lay to rest any misconceptions,
well at least at the depths of a stranger's glare.
What's to come of two people separated by a wall of emotion.
Lost in pages of unspoken words subtlety lingering,
fantasying in hypotheticals. Confronting conflicts that would only aid in the chocking off of any ambitions.
This is the game of attraction. An awkward exchange of words,
ideas that form thoughts.
You held my attention from the beginning,
with just a simple hello, acts of kindness.
Years lay over,
tilt to shed tears,
from eaves of leaves
that sway, stay and,
stray away to far beyond.
Lay, lady, lay.
Come allay your fears
and I'll let your colors shine,
if you'll stay with me, for awhile.
Lest, I lay to rest,
a wreath for you,
for the good times we shared
long gone.
The years drift away,
way out wide on the tide.
Marooned as lullabies
of lilting longing shadows,
echoing woe, and go, betides,
way out beyond the breakers,
beyond the lay of years.
The ring of fresh colored flowers,
you once wore around your neck,
now lies forlornly lain,
as a garland of petals,
dropped from a ring of flowers
onto the ground.
Onto the layers of years,
spread out on a mound of tears,
never to grow old,
beyond the lay of years.
Feeling it..to break it...to shut it down,
Remembering the sight and sounds,
God will bring back a memory to make you turn around,
To make you see what broke you down,
What ripped your heart right out of your chest,
That were just too painful to see and you thought you put to rest,
At that moment you must ask yourself did I really recover,
Or did I numb myself and lay to rest something I never discovered,
And why now and not then when I felt I needed it most,
To understand the implications of the feelings I hold,
When it's out of your control and can't fix it no matter how painful you must put it to sleep,
And literally while it's sleeping your mind and heart are more at ease,
Never dead... just not awakened until your heart can handle at best,
And so I totally believe God covers and protects our hearts when we have to put things to rest.
"It's all going to be okay" he would say,
with no scent of doubt in his breath,
even as its aroma reeked from mine,
as I'd blurt out "how can you be so sure?"
I never figured out what made my dad so positive in life,
though I'm positively sure his life wasn't free from trial
and the upsetting detours that can uproot our foundations
and upend the tables of tradition we depended on.
On and on life goes like this,
until it ends.
I wonder
What traditions did my father depend on
and, lay to rest,
for something, better?
What pressures pressed him so thin
that he'd give up those things
he once loved so dearly?
Is that what transformed him
into the appreciative, hopeful, happy guy
we laid to rest?
Look within and as without
You and I shall see,
The glory of nature in her dream,
She weaves her sychroncity ,
A Dr doolittle testimony .
Seek and we shall find
A blessed love and truth
Within the dell of an oaktree
Oh love etched, be mine '
Watch and see .
A messege of love
Begingings of hope
Under the canopy of our skies
Look within and seek the lie
Lay to rest that deceive
The truth we shall see.
Two swans dancing in the sky seas
Parting of the clouds
Sunshines on you and me
In hope and in love
The wonders of our world
She dances to the tune of earth
In musical harmony ..
Let’s lay to rest all doubts that grout,
rooted in conditioned belief,
that thus giving our soul relief,
we’re at peace as we go about.
Transforming as vast space itself,
recognising we’re all of this,
all nodes within suffused with bliss,
no desires remain on our shelf.
As God’s grace pours in from above,
our feeble form is energised,
objects no longer weighed and sized
and all that then remains is love.
Judging neither fault nor merit,
all thought forms, we disinherit.
The stabbing blade of pain-
Glass broken by the beating drum of our hearts,
The melody that keeps us alive:
The melody that we dance and sing to ourselves,
The hum that plays in our soul in a moment of bliss,
The breath that we seize in awe.
Or perhaps the gentle backdrop of a quiet chuckle.
Babies wail and giggle the song of life,
The tune that only you can compose.
In those seconds of contentment,
We allow ourselves to stand in the spotlight,
And be drenched by its beautiful noise.
In moments of despair we get drowned by it.
But, even then,
Our lungs splutter the final notes
And we lay to rest as the track stops recording.
Music left to be played in memory, titled:
'Your name, a drama, complete.'
When do you know when life has passed you by?
When the stars dim and the sun loses shine?
When the windy breeze leaves you high and dry?
Is that when you’ve reached the end of the line?
How can you tell when a life has been lived?
When your heart begins to shiver and freeze?
When fellowship begins to fall adrift?
Is my existence worth more than a tree’s?
What is meaning in a life of despair?
When overthinking shadows my being?
When death is imminent in my affairs?
Is life meant to be lived through unseeing?
As I lay to rest under setting sun
I hope I live for once before it's done.
Anything that is not right
See to it to end this year
Start with a good step to freedom
Work in abundance in the heart
Train your mind in the way for wisdom
Learn from instructions of Elders
Condition your body and start running
Let God be your guide and your rudder
Prepare your heart for the gospel of peace
Obey the instinct of the Bishop of your soul
Life is a long way lackadaisical journey
So many stop, curve, and a long dash energy
It takes easy alone running without baggage
It takes happiness carrying baggage with love
Freedom is slavery without hindrances in going
Victory awaits for those who love persistence
Your going has obstacles and stumbling blocks
Don't cower in fear, rather overcome hindrances
Life is like that, there are nights, there are days
The sweet things every sunrise, there is sunset
Be constant in your desire to accomplish things
Never end the day working nothing or idle
Life is measured in terms of achievement
For at end of the day, life so tiring but gay
When the body take its meal, inert lay to rest
Eyes close in the night not to forget to pray.
I hear the mournful sorrows of war.
The sight of destruction brings its horror.
Come forth is the belittling of another man.
Incomprehensible hateful anger, they band.
Loved ones painfully shred our fragile hearts.
Mournful cries as we lay to rest the departed.
Our lives are currency; we mean so little to them.
They will relish and gleefully profit to no end.
Lords of war will manipulate and control our minds.
They divide us all, for they are cruel with words so unkind.
Remnants of moral courage fade into the night.
Dreams of innocent death wake the afflicted with fright.
We are enslaved in fear of their violent oversight.
Soon, the hidden truth will bring in a vengeful light.
We are many as truth binds us in beautiful, loving unity.
Even one candle lit will reveal the truth for others to see.
We are now free.
A somber sight, these young men marching to war,
Forced at such a young age, to fight and leave their parents from their shore.
For many their fate remains the same,
Dying before life's prime, or going insane.
All due to another man's orders,
They will lay in piles of mud and gore.
One man's greed is another man's grief,
Forced to fight and sacrifice at the whim of those powerful and rich,
Forced too young to understand the weight of what they do,
Forced to shed their blood over petty disputes.
Forced to carry the hopes and dreams of others,
But who is forced to carry theirs?
Those left to carry the weight of their sacrifices,
So many will lay to rest in tears.
And the world will not care or stop,
All because of others' lust for power.
And so the young men march to war,
But with each march, a mother weeps.
A father must send his son to die,
Forced into the hands of evil he cannot deny.
And every mother hopes and prays,
Her son will survive another day.
Forced to sacrifice for another's greed,
The young men sacrifice what they cannot afford.
absolute perfection of spirit
trickles into organic form
soul mindfully aligns
with the source
ascent is assured
what matters is time
requiring repeated rebirth
until we lay to rest all cravings
thus stillness is the remedy
and silence the healing balm
In nature's dust, I bear my curse
A son scourged, and without cause
I lay to rest, in Gaia's breast
A place of shame, my sinner's crest.
I toss and turn, my sleep disturbed
A dream so real, my mind perturbed
In it I see, Nature came to me
She came to me, to set me free
Aloud I said, I aim to please
She blew a kiss, a gentle breeze
And I wake anew, A righteous man
My sins are gone, aclean I am.
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