Life's storms help us grow.
The raindrops all come and go.
Sorrow soaks, lingers.
But the sun soon shines again,
Bestowing us a rainbow.
A fine adventure awaits,
Divine ventures of fate,
Propagating experiences,
To grow and advance,
Each chance you take,
Makes waves in the expanse,
Dancing among our decisions,
Precision placement,
Meant to be on time,
Primal emotions drive,
Striving to fill needs,
Thriving within entities,
Surviving was meant to be,
This present moment,
Was sent from Eternity,
And meant for you to see,
A glimpse of your journey,
Learning you're truly free,
Earning who you want to be,
Turning the key to the heart,
Restarting the engine,
Envisioning a fresh start,
Taking part in reality,
Knowing the Art of Duality,
Individuality my best skill,
Each hill a different climb,
The adventure of a lifetime,
Sublime in all its ways,
A Divine Venture in which we play,
The Leading role everyday.
Getting late,
friends calling,
car starts,
“Guys, please wait.”
Let people know I'm coming
before I enter,
let my perfume introduce me,
the rich man with expensive fur.
In the dark, the golden cap I see,
three sprays on my body,
frozen world surrounding me.
The echoes in my mind—
“Oh, I love this scent.”
The harmony of voices fills my ears,
the blurred era vividly appears.
The specific bottle held memories.
I stopped using it.
I felt someone's with me.
My brain'd spin, nothing else I could see.
The moments lit like flames,
deceiving my head,
the movie of the past
plays on the screen of the heart.
Oh, the way I always wore that—
every meet, every event,
the same compliment I'd get.
“It’s for someone special,”
I'd flirt back.
The days when I had to see you,
when I'd hope our distance's be on a diet,
I would spray that special liquid,
the magical moments it signifies.
Lights on!
My friend's red.
He grabs my hand.
The revision of the past just had to end.
The world feels heavy, a mountain of lead,
With sharp, silver needles that pull at my head.
A hollow in the stomach, a weight in the chest,
While the heart tries to find just a moment of rest.
I reached for a hand that I thought was a light,
But they traded my trust for a shadow in flight.
Now the hallways are long and silence is loud,
Just a face in the distance, a ghost in the crowd.
The ink on the paper felt tangled and wrong,
As the rhythm of "self" lost the words to its song.
I'm weary of carrying the blame and the ache,
Of feeling so brittle, I'm destined to break.
But in the quiet, I'm turning my eyes,
To the one who can hear all the world less cries.
Though my body is weak and the road is uphill,
I'll walk through the valley and try to be still.
If the world has forgotten, I know He has not,
I am more than the pain and the battles I've fought.
I'll keep my solitude, sacred and deep,
Until there is peace in the promises I keep.
So will Ben be back to lead his men?
Stacks of hacks chiding with their pen
Question all asking time & time again!
Key and Baz hiding in their ECB den
Riled echo chamber dialled up to ten
Let us know and if not now then when!
Fall of Bazball no longer a verdant glen
Now bogged down in a waterlogged fen
Astounds as Baz all about pounds or yen
Folks a coup by you know who should ken
Stokes came first not the egg but’s the hen
Spicier than wasabi with his kemosabe zen
ECB on their tod as it all crumbles yet again
So odd sod the fans & their God called Ben
If is the end than ECB to hell we send Amen
disappointment once held me by my neck
threw me on the ground
stomped me in the face
but then I realized I was the culprit
taking life’s disappointments out on myself
the bully was me
I was a verbal bully to myself also
crawling into a depression and funk that kept me down
in the house, with blinds drawn
not wanting to see anyone or do anything
this was self-imposed, and did not do me one ounce of good.
the more I lambasted and berated myself, the worse I felt
This all changed when I became a mother
the joy of toddlers spun me into a chameleon
they taught me that every day your attitude and joy is up to you
disappointments happen, but you do not have to beat yourself up
Jesus said “let a child lead you” and I let three of them lead me
Learning along the way my attitude and feelings are up to me
and me alone.
When I ask my Creator to lead me along paths of light, I find that great difference where loneliness tried to keep me on its side, and thanks to His grace, He guided me to places where the hallmark is belief and happiness in abundance. It is remembered that some friends were going to see the princesses of the place, and one day I accompanied them, finding that light in the most beautiful gaze that has ever come into my life, giving way for my heart to hasten and thus not let you go from my side, forming such a blessed couple that when we go to prisons and dark places, the light of our Creator always takes effect in new hearts. Happy holy days!!!!!!
Lraularguellesmtz!!!!!!
Once I had a little Country
Used to keep her on the lead
One fine day she did break free
What a naughty kind of breed
I was calling “Country, Country!”
But she went away too fast
Craving freedom desperately
She went loose alone at last
But came back after a while
Then I saw it’s not my home
Where I live, and she’s not mine
Where on earth do I belong?
You belong to me, she barked
I’m the master, so don’t worry
It was topsy turvey marked
Now its different kind of story
To belong to can’t be equaled
To possession that you own
You’re just one of those I peopled
You’re the servant at my home
Thanks but no thanks, little doggy
Help yourself, I’m not your kind
You can make my life bit foggy
But I live inside my mind.
Observe reality why dont'cha..Or condemn yourself as utter fools.' You follow rules unworkable, they will take our country back' they see the chaos all around.' And will soon hack and tack.' And to the oldies
Spare some time ' tell them how we fought
The elements, and detriments and built a nation of worth.'
Salsa classes
I learned to dance at
family and friend’s parties.
I learned by watching.
Not very structured.
When I dance with my husband;
he complains that I don't let him lead.
My mom taught me,
women should be in control.
I danced like this for many years.
At 50, following my soul's desire.
I took my first salsa class.
What a surprise!
Maybe,
my husband was right.
Just let the other take the lead.
Let go and flow.
Perhaps. I can change
my unconscious dance
into a more harmonious
sensual movement
Start anew and follow his lead
Nourish the soul with his word and bread
Bask in the sun to ensure it stays in your head
Traverse on his earth and move with ease
Take in the hills and the seas
Ingest pure water and keep ahead
Let the body be gently fed
Believe in yourself as he sure does
Breathe in the fresh air it’s yours to keep
Trust in God to keep you fed
Never wrong will be the path he’s led
Rest your head on days well lived
Be your own shepherd and practice restraint
Don't take blessing for granted,
Be sure to guard the life you're fed
One couple of days, ninth week of May
two clumsy elephants danced ballet;
they were so weightless they tied it down;
the four in tutus, and one in gown.
Nine ancient young men, both cut the rope
to float away here, and land in hope.
A sober judge while out for a drink,
who did not see them, said they were pink!
As I sat and pondered my final draft,
I lifted my cup for another draft,
When the cracked window let in a cold draft,
And chilled me just like the '69 draft.
Bringing back faces of the men I led,
In '69 the air was filled with lead,
A sudden snap. I broke the pencil lead,
This note to a soldier's son outweighs lead.
I could not let the chance to write you pass,
And tell you how he fought in that damned pass,
Your father never let a challenge pass,
Never a test so hard he could not pass.
Of all my men he was the best in line,
So I'm writing you...the last of his line,
And hoping you don't find me out of line,
Bringing back the past with such a poor line.
In times of old I’ve heard it said,
That all roads led to Rome.
Now like the beating of distant drums,
Our hearts are leading us home.
It’s not the things that we possess,
That reveal what we deeply desire.
It’s a longing for peace and serenity,
To which our spirit doth aspire.
Returning to the source of our creation,
Giving up this existence in form.
To be in a state of eternal Love,
Where the Source of creation will calm every storm.
With ego we created this deceptive illusion,
Hiding our authentic self from all.
Unbeknownst to us, our truest self,
Has been answering destiny’s call.
For all the answers to all the questions,
In their time will miraculously appear.
When we’re at that place where there’s no time,
Where all thoughts are perfectly clear.
Dull endless sights and slow restless nights
Oh the magnitude stifles the eyes
Parboiled schemes and tar soiled dreams
Soon your rifle attitude replies
Quick Draw McGraw, we know, you've done it all
That means your temper is semper tonight
You're so quick on the draw, how quickly they fall
When each night in some bar room you fight
Your throttle's in red, beer bottles and lead
Slinging bullets and bottles of brew
One's quicker with lead, and you find yourself dead
Just a stranger that nobody knew
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