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If you were born to be what you want to be
to believe your needs are yours to achieve
born to breathe the air of success
every failure a course of progress
to give it your all and then find more
to stand up tall right after you fall
and never give in and always endure
widen your view and seek to explore
carve out the path like no one before
In the face of defeat deface it with force
not narcissistic but humble and pure
confident not cocky transparent to the core
giving opportunities out as you go
never feel threatened and help others grow
the best version of you helps the next person too
when advance isn’t chance but purposely proved
and admit when it's chance because that happens too
don't make out and fake out the intention to do
when you don’t know ask questions and listen to answers
observant occurrence in all circumstances
always knowing there’s somebody better
always seek to be somebody better
never completed and never fulfilled
forever reaching increasingly skilled
always have hunger like when you were younger
drive up when you’re under the lightning the thunder
dynamo will of the furthering hunter
nothing’s enough wanting more out of habit
calling their bluff as you reach out and grab it
pushing the boundaries far off the radar
when you are the greatest seek to be greater
it’s about your desires and making them true
that means you do whatever you need too
it’s not what you are it’s about what you do
and you will do things nobody ever knew
if you were born to a set destiny
then you don’t need inspiration from me
you just need to believe it is yours to achieve
don’t let the negative energy breed
from those around you who you do not need
they arrived in your life but they don’t need to stay
it’s you who decides if they stay or go away
when you realise you must act the same day
take the one chance it’s the one that they gave
when you grow old you can look back and say
I lived my life and I did it my way.
1
the goose is putting signature
on the plume detaching from its tail
the queue is overflowed with crowd
groping in the memory of the gathering people
so many safety pins and cello-tapes
are found
on the shoulders of some wayfarers
there is the stammering cold
2.
the body-language of the moon
is being so changed
the enthusiastic may test
blood came down
when the tap is on
and sweat
now birds from siberia
are flowing in through the disc antenna
the dravidian air is ever changing
now none can get ruined
following all the grammar
3.
the sole hunger of the winter
is being noted down in the note book
covered with human-skin
the clouds of the summer and the rainy season
are salivating
the garrulous spiders are detaching the shells
of the dead deer and putting the gardens in the iron-chest
throwing dry leaves to shoo away the coke
oh, the sleeveless palms
are all the new girl-friends ok
4.
putting on the rain-coat to save the skin
or it’s an armour
is your body safe
fireworks are twinkling
piercing
the fire-brigade has gone to a joyful journey with the clouds
admit the charisma of the bathroom
you the adult buffalo
don’t forget to tell
the experienced cormorants have flown in from the marshland
5.
diving in search of kisses
I saw all are stings
even the wicker tray with the articles of ceremonial reception
can’t escape bite
would you be clean
oh engrossed abir
so many flakes of snow on the branches of the guava tree
the festival is in your teeth also
tame your blood
don’t submerge the river into the waves
and there is the sky
beg a rail
I know we shouldn't overeat
And junk food's a definite no-no
But I admit I'm a fast food junkie
Who cares if my big belly shows
Don't dance for nobody anymore
That's silly stuff's gone forever
People either like me for who I am
Or bite me, I mean... whatever!
Happy as hell in my bountiful skin
Not trying to impress the ladies
Content to just sit and eat myself silly
Nothing underhanded or shady
“Silly old man” I heard someone say
But I'm nearing the end of the road
Allow me this pleasure before I depart
My cravings are on overload!
© Jack Ellison 2013
Wrote this before going my weight loss campaign!
Infused with newness, available script ushers me in
Eyes peeled with anticipation for next discoverings
Last easy bend of cane growing country road owns
Entry to rewound time, fibro cement rows of homes
Palm sprinkled, speed decelerates in sleepy streets
Alluring new place charisma, adventure incomplete
Faintly reminiscent of brisk Christmas road trip visit
First time river glimpse brings excitement exquisite
Quaint little town, family pub, caravan park opposite
Mere steps reveal mangrove muddy boat ramp slip
Tinny two horse standard, - biminis seen as high brow
Fishing rods' supple hope supports mates' bonding, tribal
Murk of shallows turn sparkle, close island destinations
Brown armed boaties lower crates to catch crustaceans
Wander past real estate branch (sole agent for miles)
Owner opens door, pulls me in, I admit I'm beguiled
Offers me a place to rent, sixteen steps away, got key
Forty minutes later, I'm signing papers, - it had to be!!
Two years in paradise passed, an idyllic place to dwell
Worked in the big smoke, drove home to Jacobs Well
15th August
' Sanctuary' Contest
Sponsor, Silent One
Charge d'affaires struck by lightning bolt
While high falutin dip low matt
flying his kite insurgents
planned coup d'etat
clear out of blue, a devilish
forked, jagged, knifed
dagger "O" type electric current licked
more'n the pants off harried envoy
clear rants heard
all the way to Timbuktu
damn donnybrook loosing mayhem
special averred ambassador
last best hope
thwarting total mortal Kombat
Zeus bribed - putin two and two...
together spelled collusion
arch enemies of democracy de facto
2020 election in cahoots,
whereby sore loser trumped,
activated thinly veiled plot
made good diabolical promise
demanding winning or else
"ye ain't seen nuttin"
imposing himself victor
nee, declaring tyrannical
prince sup pulled "purple" reign,
despite just shy winning majority
crowed as "FAKE" optical illusion
claimed apparatchik infiltrated
voting booths rigged
machination stole courtesy
bounty on mutiny playbook page,
the average joe buyed
entire hook, sink, and liner
titanic ruse to unseat
all time self crowned best president,
apprentice skills garnered
thru "art of the deal,"
albeit machiavellian
who refused to admit defeat
usurped, proclaimed, kindled... diktat upon
those opposed driving fiat
vis a vis disallowing, discharging,
disenabling, disguising, distilling
carving up United States
in league courtesy
best buddies Kim Jong Un
populace will pay price
bear every burden
every hardship el don jon doth
punishingly mete out
recruiting military modern
death cab for cutie squads
dirty deeds done dirt cheap
personal vendetta and vengeance
as just desserts
succeeding presidential term
to abdicate pronto
lest civilization bombed
back into stone age
no matter enfranchisement
law within lady liberty land,
nonetheless he decreed
global hegemony forever
pressed hot button
omnipresent nightmare manifest destiny
global destruction unleashed
threatened to obliterate
every last trace of mankind!
There is a face lives in my mind, has been there since my birth
It may have been quite blurred at first, imagination knew it's worth
I knew what I was looking for, though times I must admit
I thought I saw you here or there, would feel like I'd been hit
As I grew up I saw you less, my mind would be elsewhere
So busy with my life as such, I seemed without a care
Then one day I was walking, on a beach down near the waves
I saw your face there in the foam, it brought back early days
But this time it was far more clear, with substance and 3D
I knew I had to start again, search for the one for me
I took a holiday from work, to travel round the world
Hoping fate would take me to you, my life became unfurled
Once I had been a steady lad, but that was in the past
I'm sure if I can find you, there will be a love to last
Saw many girls so beautiful, I traveled here and there
But I never saw the one, to lay my feelings bare
My life went on I met my wife, the hole was always there
The face I had been searching for, could not find anywhere
Then when my baby daughter born, stood rooted in my place
The little girl my wife gave me, that tantalising face
Growing tired of taking fame’s name in vain
So guilty for taking God’s name that way…
I’ll admit, I cussed a lot in the past – I’m a weed grain
Tonight is not my night let’s just say…but hey…
I missed the conversation’s topic in the group
I’m in my own head, thinking things through
I don’t mean to be a snoop…oopsiedandilionsthatdroop
I make up words…so what? It’s okay to be creative, ok? You would too if you were bored of the English language and its limitations…nothing old, nothing new…
Davidlish is the #1 made-up English
Williamlish is the #2 made-up English
Breidenthallish is the #3 made-up English
I’m complicated and I don’t know the meaning behind it…it’s legit!!
I don’t know why I’m different from the others, it bothers me and it doesn’t all at once…at once…
I’m landing perfectly imperfect like an aircar after a freaky flight’s fit
“What’s wrong with being…what’s wrong with being…what’s wrong with confident” – Demi Lovato “Confident” …. I expect no response...in a pro and con way – fenced in by no response
When I grow up
This is who I want to be
Take a seat
And listen to my wildest dream
I want to trade
Not in the market but forex
I know it's hard to believe
But this has been my mindset
I feel you're already thinking, I will not succeed
I'm okay with it
I admit my strategies are weak
Been practicing, I will be good eventually
Understand you have to crawl
Before you get to your feet
I'm a young money seed
Planted on a fertile forex field
Will grow into a mature money tree
I know this isn't realistic
Honestly, I might not ever make a difference
But the dream is still my reference
I have to risk it.
The first time I felt my sorry heart break
into pieces on my tear dampened lap,
a new feeling washed over my body.
It wasn’t anger, hatred, or disgust-
but like my soul had been torn from my chest:
returned to me in the palm of my hand.
Composure; that’s the word- it’s difficult
to keep your composure when you can’t breathe,
when the clouds overhead are cast aflame.
I do want to forgive your guilty face,
but each time I look at it, I can’t see
the remorse in your eyes, the tears in mine
have fallen continuously since then:
since I lost whatever spark that we had,
and it kills me to admit that I’m tired.
No matter where I search, I can’t find you:
I can’t find the person I knew before,
the one who would “never do such a thing”.
It’s eating me alive, the thought of it:
your eyes studying her beautiful frame,
your mind longing for what’s kept out of reach.
The thought of you looking at someone else
the way I thought you only looked at me
strips the glue from all my broken pieces:
I wonder what you see in me at all.
Part of me understands why you’d do it:
the other half is wishing you hadn’t.
All that I wanted was to be enough,
to be the one you are afraid to lose.
Forgiveness; that’s the word- it’s difficult.
My mood is down and utterly despondent
When friend Ron doesn't show up for euchre
Michelle has him running errands again
Really miss that big old palooker
He makes the evening a total blast
With his kibitzing and strange look at things
The evening ends with nary a sad face
Totally ruckus good times he brings
Kissed me once on the anniversary of my birth
But not on the mouth I must add
He's a real good friend and I like him a lot
Must admit though he's sure got great abs
Hey wait a minute. hang on there my friends
You may have the wrong impression
Both macho males at least that's what I thought
It's just to teach young guys a lesson
Us men should be able to be huggy and kissy
Without rumours making the rounds
The tabloids are hungry to dig up some dirt
In our case it's totally unfound
© Jack Ellison 2012