Take a load of Aldo
My father I been
Carrying a heavy load
Full of my problems
That I keep Putting it of
Every single day
Because I never feel
Like solving my problems
On my own
And I am the one that
End up suffering
By not solving the problems
Own my own
So today I will ask my father
To give me a hand in
Solving my problems
Because my father knows me
From inside out
Because he is the one
Who had created me
Many years ago
With his holy hands
And he had placed me
Here on earth to live
And I feel blessed to
Be able to live on earth
Also you had made me
In to the men I am
I am somebody that is
Special needs
Father I already got used
To it
Also father I am always
Praying to you
I never forget to pray
To you
And in my prayer
I ask you to get rid
Of my mental illness
That I have for a long time
Now
It has been 5 years now
That I haven’t had a crisis
And I am keeping away
From the hospital
The world is built on bent-back spines,
Of those we draw outside our lines.
We treat them as a hollow space,
A blur of limb, a void of face.
But should they tire and step away,
The glided roof would turn to clay.
How strange to build a house so tall,
On folks we claim aren't there at all.
Sixty years since I was introduced to the concept of AI
but for many it seems more recent times since AI has emerged
All the so called boffins implement AI in daily use
today it's what is fashionably being urged
In my opinion it is all a load of BULL....but that's where this AI does arise,
AI, artificial insemination of farm animals. AI of today should be AU, artificial unintelligence,
that's how those who use it will end up if it enters, daily into their lives
Artificial intelligence , just another name for artificial insemination
impregnates the human brain as opposed to impregnation of a cow
I have no desire to utilise this unnecessary crap
become brain dead is what eventually will show
This load is getting old,
I'm about to explode,
Erode into the landscape,
Escaping the feeling of being,
Seeing all that needs to be done,
Just to be able to have fun,
Conditioned by everyone around,
I learned not to make a sound,
I found other means to advance,
A profound experience,
Bound my existence,
Building resistance,
Each instance less significant,
Downright different,
Imprinting new perspectives,
Being selective of my choice,
Raising my inner voice,
Hoisting self esteem,
Confidence Gleaming,
As I'm streaming thoughts,
I fought hard to get here,
Bought into a lie for years,
Tears fill my eyes,
As I realize,
I orchestrated my own demise,
My prize hidden by a load I carry,
It's very hard to release,
I use to feel mostly grief,
Now I'm changing my belief.
Annie Takes A Load Off
Annie lets the song play, hips cut like a blade,
Lights dim, bass hits, shadows start to cascade.
She moves like a weapon, every step’s an arcade,
No fear in her veins, just the beat she obeyed.
Annie lets the song play, fire in her stride,
She’s the storm, the calm, the wave and the tide.
No hesitation, no pause, she’s the guide,
Annie lets the song play, she’s alive inside.
Cherry coke on her lips, sweet venom she sips
She spins, teasing, pulling him into her eclipse.
Locked eyes, no escape, the room starts to slip,
He steps in, her rhythm’s got him caught in the grip.
Fingertips trace her spine, mapping the scars,
Gravity pulls them close, like planets and stars.
No resistance, no weight, no prison bars,
Just the rhythm, the beat, the world is ours.
Annie lets the song play, beats hit like a drum,
She moves like a prophecy, where she’s from.
No hesitation, no pause, she’s the one,
Annie lets the song play, her war’s been won.
Lights flicker, shadows stretch, bodies collide,
The song’s still spinning, the night’s their guide.
Annie lets the song play, no need to hide,
She is okay, she’s alive inside
A Load of Gold,
Carrying a heavy load,
Walking down this winding road,
A burden holding the gold,
A treasure that I hold,
As I am anchored in what's true,
The weight of the world's view,
Comes crashing over you.
What can I really do?
All my words carry it through,
The other part is up to you,
Believe in something new,
Let go of what you think you knew,
A stew of energy,
Carrys through everybody,
Aconnection worth the study,
It's going to get muddy,
Find a buddy to talk to,
As you walk through your true you,
It feels like a burden to,
It's something you'll get use to.
Everything you see,
Comes from you.
Summer Winds
Amidst strong winds, John was treading the road
Carrying on his back a heavy load,
It was a pitiful sight
To brave the wind in such plight:
When load fell down, it showed a bag of toads!
Trying to keep up but the load keeps me sinking, everyday a new struggle arise, my strength fail to keep up, the demand so high, running out of breath, while on my knees trying to pray.
Dismantling blows, from every direction, all aimed at fracturing my spirit, but still hope in the unknown, comforting my struggle. Snooping around for help, where none avails, my hopeless persuit.
Thought Earth was fun to be but mountains in my way, keep escalating, sometimes light in my tunnel run off with my strength, look for objects to lean on but all I have are these blade shoulders of mine, all as casualties from my survival war.
Trying to nurse my faith, the pressure sitting in so strong, breath in my lungs delapitates, beeping sound of my pulse, waving in dissipating sequences. This coffin I was brought to Earth in and today is not yet the day I give in.
All I'm is a child of the soil but this soil try all means to consume the last of my least presence, if dust demand me back, never shall my struggle claim this victory
The cradle of three of the biggest faiths
Rocked by the claim one agenda stakes
Locked and loaded and ready for war
With righteous blessings for terror and gore
Sentiments civilities and landscapes pitted
All of human decency finally outwitted
Life is about learning to carry our load
And weaving the threads of our path
For, the world is so profound and broad
And we can't build a glory out of wrath
We must learn to be still and chill out
For, in comfort, fairly well, we can think
And to wipe all the shadows of doubt
For, success lies afar from those who blink
We must learn to take charge of our own
Without blaming others for our wrong
We must learn to hone hard our stone
And choose wise where we really belong
"What we really need to learn as humans is to take responsibility for ourselves."
The unbearable burden
of an empty life
an unsustainable weight
There’s a feeling called
the drifting force
that makes you want
to shift your course
and find a better vector
on boring study nights.
They’re so many things
a girl starts missing,
like hugging, dancing
and oh, yes kissing,
when she lets a dry syllabus
control her life.
After several hours
of intensive reading,
your intuition is that
what you’re needing,
is something we’ll
politely call ‘delights’.
But you make the almost
painful choice
and factor out your inner voice
and you pick up yet another book
and not a boy,
because, you see - it’s really
a necessity, not a choice.
An old man plods slowly down the rutted middle
Of an ancient dusty country lane, unmindful of his steps.
His calloused sandaled feet know the way,
As he has trodden this path to market for decades,
Or centuries perhaps,
He no longer tries, or cares, to remember.
Time has lost all meaning.
Bowed beneath the heavy weight of years and toil,
He wears the mantle of his life,
Not proudly as he once did in his hopeful youth,
But now the way he bears his cumbersome burden
Of broken limbs and sticks and twigs,
With a resigned and weary sadness as immutable and maimed
As the arthritic stumps and knees of old cypress trees,
Or countless other old withered and withering men
Like him.
Author's note: This piece, dear readers, was inspired by "Man with a Sack of Wood", a sketch by Vincent van Gogh.
Hitch The Old Mule And Load The Harvest Cart
Across the plains a bad ole murky mess
Unites in its quivering tears apart
And the bashful bride dares not that confess
As she knows for sure it would break his heart
Bloated bodies bend with such dusky chills
And the ill cast weather leaves what it starts
Grandpa cries, "Hon' bring me my little pills"
Hitch the old mule and load the harvest cart
Watch the red moon and its wide flaming rings
Crow knows the tiger will eat anything
And the fairies dance their proud lovers swing
While the farmer's wife wakes early to sing
Dawn rises and its glory proudly displays
Cheating gambler faces well-earned pay!
Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet,
May 12th 1972
Families have their own quirky sayings
That tend to continue throughout generations
Said for many emotions
Or just in general conversation
“What a load of Codswallop”
“Or what a load of Cods”
A saying in my family
“Codswallop” not so odd!
It means what a load of rubbish
Though many of you may already know
I’m writing a load of Cods right now
So time for me to go …..
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