There are two words put together I see as
Oppressive and abhorrent-as bad as the word
Xenophobia-the word toxic masculinity divides-we need to
Inspire our future not divide the
Children with words that separate
Mars and venus are two not one-
Adam and eve walked through the garden together-
Strength and courage are traits to be
Celebrated...not to be feared. The
Unity of respect is needed to come together.
Level headed approach to understands differences and not build the rift like the
Illusions reflected from the glass and light-becoming a
Neurotic plague-a disease which has spread its tentacles-no wonder there's
confusion
Inside young minds. Let nature take its course and let the
Testosterone flow as boys grow into men-we need to teach them...not condemn
them...
Yes there are some males who are misogynist but they are in the minority...not
the majority.
Sleep lifted its gossamer veil from my eyes this morn
before dawn's roseate beams of light had been born.
Silence reigned as the world around me still slept.
I watched a cat in the garden as it stealthily crept.
Towards prey it encroached, on a songbird trilling.
To let nature take its course today, I was not willing.
I opened the window to chase the stalking feline away,
and heard the distant chiming of bells holding sway.
Sunlight peered through clouds with a glow of inflection,
and the songbirds I'd saved, sang a melody of perfection.
"Ring, bells of hope." I whispered as night was breached.
"Ring out to empty hearts that faith has never reached."
If only the sonorous sounds of the bells could be heard,
would mankind accept the truth of God's written word?
Would the warring of nations then come to and ending,
and peace among races of men never again need mending?
I listened and prayed for all men to join in a brotherhood.
"Ring aloud so all may feel the need for love as they should."
Blaring horns and loud voices intruded upon my tranquility.
I closed the window from the world's clamorous hostility.
My son raced to the bathroom
And I could not get in
He’s far too quick and wily
For me to conquer him
But fathers have their methods too
So I went right downstairs
And turned off the hot water
Then stood outside his lair
And I let nature take its course
For I was bothered not
He reaped in full what he had sown
His shower cold, not hot
Cold showers tend to be quite quick
In any land or nation
Eternity an eyelid's blink
Compared to their duration
If I was so cold hearted
As to here be telling truth
I could not be called father
by any normal youth
Butterfly
They were sharing the time at a bar
Having a drink, laugh, and flower
Like a butterfly searching for nectar
Their eyes and mouth were so keen
With their wings wanting to stretch in flight
Yet they were complete strangers in the clouds
Then as they had more drinks and laughs
The warmth of the sun brings them closer
They saw they had a lot of nature in common
And were eager to let nature take its course
After exchanging phone numbers
There was a spark in the air, a rebirth
Like the impending birth of spreading their wings
Prior to this, their lives were crawling along
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Until we are aware
that we have already passed
the point of no return,
I feel we will be blind to
whatever is happening to the nature,
and it seems like
nurture versus nature
Can you believe
Instead of caring for one another
Right under our nose
We are losing it
While our eyes are opened
To the noise and din
Our ears are closed
To what's within
Why we fail to realize
What is happening now
Is camouflaged by the opiate
Called news
All orchestrated by denials
To create changes
So that liberty we once possessed
Is no longer applied
We can no longer focus
On what is meant to be
Because we are distracted
By fake news and political chicanery
Which we fail to see
Celebrated and feted with idolatry
In a reckless dalliance that has no path
Separation of mind, soul, body and heart
Some parade as leaders of men
But do not let nature take its course
When we are still mired by the vagaries of history
That causes confusion and strife
They forget the common purpose
Of providing comfort and care
We are sheep in arid pastures
Neither watered or fed
With silted and barren vision
In tired and weary heads
So our faith is sealed
And dreams are slain
With faded hopes, our new refrain.
What does his sign mean in the world of life?
I know that I have not given up yet?
But my mind says otherwise,
My mind wants to toss in the towel,
and blow away the key.
Kiss my tears away,
and let nature take its course.
Let me fade away into the oblivion.
As it was meant to be.
At times I can't grasp the concept of this sign.
What does this sign really stand for?
Semicolon,
Not just a pause in a sentence,
But a novel that hasn't ended yet.
An open book,
of evil thoughts.
Girl, we have each other
It is just us two
Together, we care for one another
As we guide our way through
Our love is pure and true
Our hearts beat as one
Let nature take its course
Together, we have so much fun
Kill it with kindness
Sing to it in Swedish
Make it watch vacation slides
Whisper grizzly things in its ear
Feed it processed honey
Let it die of obesity
Call it honey or dear
Give it a ticket to Detroit
Bore it to death
Teach it how to watch corn grow
Place it on the sofa next to you
Make it watch the Price Is Right
Give it a loaded gun
Let nature take its course
(When it is gone)
Stuff it....with potato chips
Mount the head on the wall
Lay the fur on the floor
Call it a rug
Repeat the process
Go into the forest
Hunt for more
Girl, our love shines so brightly
When we put our hearts together
The magic that we make
Is sweeter than ever
It truly is about us
And the precious moments that we share
Just let nature take its course
As we rise through the atmosphere
Just let love in
Guide your way to happiness
Let nature take its course
Relieve yourself from stress
Do not hide in darkness
Move towards the light
Cultivate your world
Make your spirits bright
I light you like a cigarette,
Take one puff and cough maniacally.
I throw you to the ground
And hold you there with my shoe,
Thinking, Damn
I should have puffed you one more time.
I light you like a campfire
And stir the amber for a while,
Forgetting to let nature take its course.
Every once in a while
Something pops and crackles,
And I have to wipe a hot ash from my eye.
I light you like a Christmas tree,
Perceiving the beauty which reflects
On the surface of my iris.
I can fall asleep beside you,
Silently admiring everything
You probably can't even see.
I light you as I would a darkened room,
And at times I fall asleep
Not knowing you're turned on.
At the end of the month,
I sit at home and wonder
Why my bills are so high.
I light you like a candle
To watch your passion dance
As every slight whisper
Graces your neighboring air.
I shudder to think your wick will come to an end,
And I put you out.
Then, I light you like a bomb fuse,
Knowing the explosion
Will excite and devour me,
Knowing the fire will take
All of my being into account,
Like freeing a spirit from its temple.
Pick My Bones
Bury me in shallow sands.
Let the buzzards pick my bones.
A plastic bag I shall not need.
You won't hear me moan or groan.
This hefty gal is…obese. True.
Let nature take its course.
Turn my fat back into dust.
Before bionic bones bear rust.
Just one shot will set me free.
You won’t hear me moan or groan.
Bury me in shallow sands.
Let the buzzards pick my bones.
DON’T WORRY…I AM JUST BEING SARCASTIC…
THIS SEEMS LIKE THE ONLY WAY I CAN LOOSE WEIGHT.
AND IF I DON’T, MY NEW HIP WILL LAST LESS THAN 15 YEARS.
And I come from a line of long livers… smiles.
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