I am not a goth,
nor am I a geek.
I am not a nerd,
nor am I a freak.
I may look like a child,
act immature but i am never naive.
I am so shy,
but don't get me wrong cause I will talk if I dare.
I am good to you,
if you are good to me,
and i will swear my loyalty,
if you are honest to me.
I am a puzzle to solve,
cause my life's a toll.
Emotions mixed, sometimes like volcano i burst,
but if I like you I'll care.
I don't know who I am,
nor do I care.
You may try to figure me out,
but i will bet you will fail.
FEAR, BE IT NATURAL
Fear…is a negative value
It is naturally insatiable
We have to overcome
Though, as human being we tremble
Yes, hearing this word “fear”
We end suppressing what is right and proper.
We must or may not tread
We may not bargain but we have to trade
The fearsome sight and trait
We must combat it
We must contain
Then muster enough courage.
Perhaps a misdeed has been done
We keep on doing despite
But we correct “fear” from what is pleasurable
Somehow to balance
Between two extremes
Get the lesser evil which matter it should be.
“Fear” would be enveloped
Every endeavor
Even as we have the right we tend abhor
As weakness is hard to subdue
But when controlled we vanquished
In exchange is surmountable!
Courage must go on with faith
To dread instead of holding it back the tyrant
Hand in hand it goes with trust.
Let not “fear” of everything or anyone hurdles you
As the momentum may yet be vanished
Be it natural, dealt it with principle!
Today, I learnt to optimize opportunities that open up,
to romance the radiance of the rainbow after the rain.
To gather golden grains before they turn to gross,
to pick pleasant pearls before the got plundered
and to blow beautiful balloon before they
burst..
Today I learnt to lean on the love of the Lord...
Carefully carry my cross & casting my cares on Christ,
dancing to the drumbeat of His decisions as my daily
delight,
putting my pride and passion on the platter of His
praise
and walking wisely in His words, will and ways in this
world.
Today I learnt not to despise those in distress,
discomfort & debt,
they are worms wallowing in worry that can wake up
to be wonders,
They may be in tears yet they have trailblazing tales
to tell,
They may look mean but they can be moulded to be
mighty.
they may be dying in dirts and dross but they are
dazzling diamonds.
A learning to live series #1. (c) Adeleke Adeite. May
2008
I am on the periphery
On the outside looking in
On all of what has come before
On all the things that might have been
I think about those possibilities
The things I might have done
Would I have made different choices
To change any of what has been?
I am on the periphery
On the outside looking forward
To the seasons of my mind
To all the joys I may have yet to find.
~ CA Kysely May 9th, 2011
(May 10th, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin)
(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved
An appliance has a warranty,
Right there in black and white.
You can get your money back
If it won’t work just right.
And purchasing a car provides
Assurance in two styles –
It’s guaranteed for either months
Or, which comes first, in miles.
The human body does not have
A paper that imparts
The promise of the life imbued
In all its many parts.
So sometimes organs need repair,
Especially with age;
And when such breakdowns happen,
It is very hard to gauge.
Your heart may suddenly decide
It’s thumped its final beat;
Or possibly, your knees get bored
With holding up your feet.
Your retina may think it’s time
For it to just detach;
And maybe hidden cancer cells
Wake up and start to hatch.
Sections of your brain may feel
They’re kind of overloaded.
Liver, kidneys, pancreas
May start to look corroded.
Symptoms warn us, sort of like
That dread check-engine light;
Then we must take action
To bring order back from blight.
Just think of how much easier
And calm our lives would be,
If, with our birth certificates,
We got a warranty!
Ilene Bauer (http://primetimerhyme.blogspot.com)
The act of taking chances
Is like losing your trying wings
Giving up, and letting go of the bits of romance
Searching for new beginnings
It may seem a touch foolish
Hopeless, to say the least
Fallling may seem childish
But it helps when prosperity is weak
Now I've found the strength to fall
When I find the new, I'll be complete
Now I amount to so small, like the fly on the wall
Who trys and trys but gets no relief
I'm a dandelion, blowing in the wind
Awaiting the chance to start again
The answers lay before you,
So the chance you may ignore truth,
Will not disappear for reasons,
Or explain away like seasons...
Since its you that can postpone it,
Even though you may not own it,
Becomes a burden that's too heavy,
Meaning most of us aren't ready...
So it takes when we get older,
When the world's upon our shoulders,
To divide what we can carry,
By what's inside of us that varies...
As resolve comes to equation,
That has miltuplied evasion,
While subtracting the illusion,
That will render false conclusions...
Examine every question,
Through a lens that has correction,
And eradicate the cancer,
So you have an honest answer...
Home:-
Home is a place where you can relax,
Print photocopy, and fax,
I love it because it is a place where you can be,
Staying up, not going to sleep, because, you had too much tea.
Sitting on the squishy sofa playing on the computer,
Placing yourself next to your brother, who is, a right tooter!
It is a place where you have breakfast, tea, and dinner,
But is also a place where you exercise ,and, get thinner.
Its rooms list full of living rooms, kitchens and studies,
Also a place where you bring your favourite buddies,
They come in all sizes big, or, very small,
Very short ,or sometimes, extremely tall.
It can range from small caravans to huge brick houses,
It may have a few pests such as a nasty rat, or, a few cheeky mouses,
Although it may be quite annoying and cramped ,
It is much better than last year when you camped,
Maybe not very much, but it is something,
It is home.
Do you see my folly?
It strikes me from everywhere.
Flying bolts of guilt and shame,
See me out and call my name.
You may see them, you may not,
But I doubt it for you know naught.
An assault of unsaid words,
A rush of possible consequences.
What will happen?
That's the point.
Possibilities of actions,
Effects and reactions.
All this burns inside,
Waiting for the moment.
You cannot reveal,
For you fear the truth.
I'm going to take some sleeping pills
To give my heart its due
It needs it's rest
And I contest
Whatever may I do?
When I awake
For goodness sake
I hope to be set free
Of stupid things
And disbelief
And whatever else may be
In deeds of brawn and those of brain,
For a grain to gain and goal attain,
Before these to garner in the fields you go,
Know the flow.
Know the path aright and whence it heads,
And the tools he wants who it treads;
The hood of the way and the mood to wear,
Before you dare.
Mark the might and meander of stream,
Ere its waters to swim you dream;
How slow or swift do the waters go down;
You may drown.
Weigh first the strength of your army and arm,
The economy's how-- whether weak or firm;
And then the opponent's and his tools,
Lest you lose.
If to erect a tower you well may treasure,
The splendor design and its cost measure;
To see which way and what's enough,
So they won't laugh.
Feel the feeling and the font in all,
Of gurus and greats, of a noble call;
Walk their stalk and talk their say,
Or else, miss the way.
Sail to the sides the winds dictate,
And make the mast with them relate;
Fear not the end, sail on and row,
There, must be a shore.
The flow of fiber of love and life,
The things to acquiesce and cause no strife;
Which ghost to follow, which Power to adore,
Take the flow.
A moment of sadness may suppress it,
But moments of madness can undress it,
To reveal the stage set for an act,
That traps the ones who can't turn back...
Some decisions arent just made,
They're just positions to be played,
Like pieces in a game of chess,
Until there's only one move left...
You may have to re-invent,
The start of what was your intent,
And stage the pieces like before,
But move in such a way that you're...
Free from what seems imminent,
And bend the rules which can be bent,
The choices that can be undone,
Are ones we can recover from...
Once you make the wrong decision,
It will become another's vision,
Face it truthfully with conviction,
And everything else will fall to prediction...
The ballooning won't stop
Unless heads go pop
To admit pride
And to other's confide
It's the only way to go
On God's path that is narrow
You may stumble; you may fall
But growin up can be a ball!
Heavens Gate
All through life we may move slow
Not like watching the grass grow
At times were in a hurry
We don’t stop or slowdown to worry
When we get older we do slowdown
Our skin may wrinkle and look like a frown
The only time were never late
When were going up to heavens gate
The road I travel never splits in two,
It always disappears before a lake of truth,
All the others that were here went left or right,
But early on I learned to keep my line of sight…
It seems that every time I saw the path would bend,
I could disappear but I’d still feel the wind,
It kept reminding me that what I left behind,
Is always binding me to what lives in my mind…
Though the road below may not be the same,
I know it always flowed long before my name,
With every stone I throw I’m getting even stronger,
And every one that goes is skipping even longer…
So as I watch it bounce across the lake of life,
I start to renounce what’s causing all my strife,
I take a few steps back enough to gain some speed,
So that I may cross with everything I need…
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