Veracious vanity about victories over
veils shows vain values corrupted by
vicious volatile villains in hopes for
votive to vindicate,
Grossly gluttons gain grains over
gloomy groups of ghastly greiven gulls,
Foreign fighting by ferocious foes gets
fulfilled here by fat-headed fools
fulminating for their unknowing fatalities,
Deep dark derivatives of evil dance daily
drawing delusional dimwits to drown
devishly in damnation,
Multimedia manipulates millions
maliciously magnifying multitudes of
mass misguided many,
Local laws layover latitudes of laundered
logistics layering subliminal taxations
lowering lifestyles lived by the
Land of the Limited.
Flight 888
Get ready to soar
Reserved seating
Specialized spiritual cuisine
Buckle up
Welcome Aboard
Sponsored by the Lord
Everlasting Recline
Rejoicing on the mind
Embraced blessing
No turbulence on this flight
Assurance guaranteed
Reaching new height
No delays
Nonstop
No changer nor layover
Direct flight
No more plight
Just praise full of delight.
She bursts into her room shattered,
For everyone else, she didn’t matter.
Giving them every love they deserved,
She derived every betrayal meant for her to be crumbled.
She did find someone's shoulders to lean on,
But soon she noticed he was long gone.
Now she stands on the top of the balcony,
Waiting for someone who will show her empathy.
But the sole support where she could layover,
Was the enclosed ground bed with thorns all over.
A big blue marble, floating in the middle of nowhere like a tiny attractive spark.
Its shimmering light penetrates the darkness of space like a candle in the dark.
How perfectly it has been placed in space, one inch closer to the sun and we would burn, once inch farther away we would freeze.
This wondrous place comprised of rock, water, air and soil supports life in so many various degrees.
How I so desired, how I petitioned and asked to make the journey and stay for a layover.
Thus, have been blessed to traverse this wonderous earth on a mission to elevate and roam as a lunar land rover.
I give all glory, honor, power, and respect to God within from which all things were created.
Remembering when I received confirmation of being granted passage to earth, I was absolutely elated.
Given the opportunity to Help mother Gaia to heal.
Given a conscience and freedom of choice and speech, never to anyone having to Neel.
Given gifts to improve on and to enhance and share so as to never have to steal.
Given assurance that the birds are always fed and never do we need to worry over our next meal.
So many times said no to
never among the chosen few
weary yet moving ahead
rejection a feeling I dread
So I will try again
many a time have I wept
silently feeling inept
thought sooner I shall be great
never believing in luck or fate
So I will try again
I've fallen a thousand times
got back up on equal times
rejected over and over
obstacle is just a layover
So I will try again
bravely I faced NO
and said YES I know
I am the next big hit
never will I quit
So I will try again
though I may fall one more time
I'll rise up and climb
positive I'll get my due
I'll get back up, start anew
And try again.
© etumudo scribbles
planning a trip
planning to see
as much as one
can possibly
take in
taking you out
dinner with stars
in my eyes
blinded by
moonlight
drinking my fill
steaming my
glasses as if
the sweat from
my brow wasn't
enough
enough said after
i wake without
a hangover but
wanting so much
a lifetime
layover
The wizened hunter had but one cartridge
remaining this was no trifle matter.
For he’d been attacked by a hungry horde
of rats when he took shelter in this cave.
And now a mordacious wind was morphing
into a severe storm and he was scared.
Yet he had to layover until dawn
for the blizzard’s wrath had imprisoned him.
The mere thought of his starving family
elicited nightmares and pangs of guilt.
For he felt shackled to this loathsome cave
unable to hunt and provide them food.
Setting the horizon afire Sol rose
as dawn's first light pierced the black of night.
And with one shot starvation was diverted
for a buck stood dead center in his sights.
Reality is a ***** of a mistress
everyday feels like a negotiation,
should be like a babbling brook
over silken-like pebbles instead of
sucking acrid marrow's gritty pith,
hardly expecting smooth sailing each
day nor Disneyland phantasmagoria,
but the crux of the matter is life's
so much shorter than expected,
every now and then it would
be nice to take a breath, have a
moment to smell sweet wildflowers,
perhaps a bubble bath whilst reading poetry
savoring the aroma of morning coffee,
time expressly for contemplation - -
yet, guess I shouldn't complain
considering the vast alternative,
caffeine breaks could be
laden midst silvery cloud covers...
.
There she stood
as i had the layover
Standing
Poetically
And softly peeking
her hip's
skin
Only the poetic bum
Could imagine
my lips
my
caress
* Some souls may remember this "Poetic Bum"
ever since I could remember
an age of mind so tender
a complement to illusory surroundings
came to find out
the world of doubt
crippled from the neck up
hasty from the neck down
from crawl to flight
layover after layover
through time’s passing
no destination
no expiration
if and when
then, why
because, would be convoluted
until numb is eradicated
and this was future’s present moment
only to remember