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7/8/22
"A stupid Battle"
So much I always had in mind
Another toke and drink of Spanish Wine
Back in flight among satellites
In multiple ways an increase in appetite
Continuing to strategize
I'm not here to 'catch a vibe'
They always try to analyze
There's nothing I have to hide
Even though it's technically confidential and classified
It is soon to catalyze
Once it's ramified
Hung up to dry like cattle hide
Cast aside
Dissatisfied
Far from pacified
It's been a sad decline
Not all shall abide
It's typically an argument and debate, rarely is it ratified
Quick to stab you in the back with knives
All these narcissists tantalize
Worldwide, way beyond Anaheim
Remember, often problems can arise
Another fool acting asinine
Trying to cut, get back in line
I don't mean to be alkaline
Just looking for my Valentine
There's no need to agonize
A stupid battle of not being able to set a glass aside
Got it all wrong, never had it right
Only concern was to love a girl like Vanna White
i love ice cream in the summertime while sitting on the edge of the lake with my feet wading in the water then catch a breeze so gentle and sweet - I pray another one just like it will pass through.i love a beautiful thought going through my head that is so sweet that it makes no difference that it's not real - because I get the same sensation;Only there is no price to be paid, no one to praise... but goodness for goodness sake. i love just feeling good and being grateful. for being reasonably
healthy after all i have done to defile my temple, and laffing for no other reason but for at that moment nothing is making me sad.i love being in a place where i can be caught up in my thoughts, knowing that i still have friends to share them with and that when i come down from this ivory tower of joyous thoughts. i can dry my feet off - turn on fake air and be ready to analyze some important issues, like which one of my grand kids, has which one of my traits oh well that's it for now...I wrote this all because i read this poster. Yeah i like breaking rules too, so i enjoyed writing this with no punctuation and little i's instead of capitol I's...https://fbcdn-sphotos-c-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-xpa1/t1.0-9/1504073_732390496818098_5832240819954108140_n.jpg
I'll admit that sometimes I still get a little depressed
Since I know everything, I have Will one day come to its end
In any second
With any given breath
Which usually begs my question Have I done everything I can to make the time I occupied this skin resort, that
I was lent purposefully or made this borrowed time worth the moments I was gifted to spend
Breathing sometimes suffocating Nevertheless, living to die inevitably with each new lifecycles end
Ponder ponder
Wonder no more
The days I spent were meant to add to Another cycle of passing through the living revolving door
I’ll come back again
With a different mask
In a new lent space
With a restart of time
Trying to live every day
Knowing one day I’m going to die While desperately surviving this different but same same life That will one day again be taken without reason
Damn. It’s a conundrum, isn’t it When you stop and analyze all of it
Like umm wow how refreshing. When life throws me a new ball I’m forced to catch
After life decided to launch one with its lesson bat but in one of my past lives, I was a catcher
Wasn’t I? So, I learned something, yet I get dealt with these repetitive lives with this same same but nothing living
Greater than pain with constant reminders I’ll be here again, one day
And sometimes I just can’t help but think can someone, anyone, please press skip end, don’t repeat.
As luck may have it though, my thoughts have changed
So, not today, old way of thinking.
I’m trying to see what I can learn now
To take with me, I don’t know what happens when this end
Or if I will end up repeating the same mistakes when I come back, If I come back again. I mean, after all, what would the point be
To return to a new life with the same past thinking If I keep messing up and not learning anything the next cycle will repeat
until I change the same same, different way of whatever I’m doing thoughtlessly causing the next life ripples of pain before I even take a seat. Living mindfully as we all live to die to live
Hopefully
It's in fashion here, in the United States, to hate.
It's so depressing, what a weight!
As if hate were a trophy or prize?
We hate, long before we think or analyze.
People who don't think just like us?
We consider them less than dust?
Don't believe me, then read the poetry!
Even in POTDs', hate romps with zero humility
The Blame Game is in full force here.
Just lots of tears in a cold beer!
It pains me to watch cities burning.
And people cheering~stomach churning.
The evil here are considered good?
While the good are terrorized in their neighborhoods!
Social media does not help!
It spreads riots and hate, the good are left to yelp!
We forgot how to be understanding.
All we know is how to do is be overly demanding.
0ther countries mercilessly put us down.
As though they had no problems or political clowns!
It's time, I say, to look to your own nation.
The Communists think they are a sensation?
Try to be human, not part of an enraged crowd.
Ask for God's help, for crying out loud!
2/16/2021
~3~
Just a Trigger Pull Away…
I analyze the situation to simplify the complication
But it doesn’t get any easier to see, so I retreat within
The doors are shut and I’m locked and loaded
Just a trigger pull away…
One solution to escape self-persecution, locked and loaded
I’m just a trigger pull away from the light of better day
I write the words that remain unspoken,
I translate the meaning through darkened eyes
And in between deepened lines
I bear the weight of an unbalanced world, locked and loaded
The doors are shut and I’m just a trigger pull away
A trigger pull away from the night
And the light of a better day…
It’s time to clock in and start up the vacuum.
This cash collector has walked into the room.
Dropping the balances like bombs from a B52.
Improving aged receivables and contacts too.
Repairing rifts with customers withholding payment.
Making sure they get crucial emails they’ve been sent.
Adjusting the language in each reminder notification.
To engage the recipient so they read the information.
Executing tactfully crafted responses once engaged.
Bravely settling disputes for the customers enraged.
Looking out for both parties’ mutual best interests.
Skillfully redirecting them to invoices they missed.
Analyzing A/R reports to find a pattern and trend.
To see which difficult clients I was able to bend.
Reflecting on which techniques failed and won.
To learn what helped or hurt to get the job done.
Invoices aged over a year are considered as unwinnable.
But on my posted spreadsheets, those payments are full.
These methods collected a million in every month of 2021.
By bonding with the AP reps to make their day more fun.
When I need to get serious, analyze the terms of a contract.
It’s crucial in disputes to determine the prudent way to act.
Using these skills helped me boost the rate of customer retention.
Crafted email templates informing clients of info needed to mention.
We’ve seen a bull in a china shop do more harm than good.
My approach is to be agile as rubber, not breakable like wood.
Building rapport with the sales team to keep them in the know.
Broke wide open the dams for the awaited revenue to flow.
Forever joyful in your eyes,
fervent refuge of sandalwood,
dazzling dreams-fullness mystic nights,
joined encounters so understood.
Love tenderly seeping deep, you'd
awe-engender romantic guise,
ethereal doorstep you stood
Forever joyful in your eyes.
You looked to the amazing skies
to encounter how long one could
halt the divine sites and arise
fervent refuge of sandalwood.
Euphoria with a touch, would
linger a hum woo nourish highs.
Fierce yearning joined infinite good,
dazzling dreams-fullness mystic nights.
I recall the bound tender ties
no one successfully withstood
the influence who thus denies
joined experience understood.
Our love never misunderstood,
like the moon fully analyze,
visible under the elm-wood
lie peaceful encounter does rise
Forever joyful.
3/27/2023
Double The Fun Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Joseph May
8 syllables each line except for last line 5 syllables.
RYHME SCHEME: A1 B1 A2 B2- babA1- abaB1- babA2--abaB2- babaR
Why do you look at a flower
And desperately try to analyze its essence?
Do not do so;
Instead, simply surrender your body to its sweet fragrance.
You are not gods.
Be grateful, and simply enjoy the moment.
For within that very fleeting instant,
The true law and truth of the universe exist.
You are, after all, beings destined to die.
Yet, even while knowing our mortality,
We live on, holding onto hope.
Therefore, do not dare to analyze that hope!
Even if hope remains invisible to our eyes,
Your beating heart has already
Fully awakened to its sacred existence.
"Stop analyzing hope. Just let your heart beat."
My eyes are open
My mind is pacing
My heart is racing
So I close my eyes
And sit in quietude
I was told it fabricates a different attitude
Looking for the child
who needs to escape
While I listen to the echoes
Of the bowls reverberate
As I look into my Minor eyes
I begin to catechize
As I analyze
I begin to realize
My younger mind has been traumatized
Now I see my inhibitions with great lucidity
So I begin to question their validity
As we confabulated
Liberation is what eventuates
I open my eyes to a new feeling
Once a caged mind
Now unfettered
Once vacillated
Now resolute
Now I embark on an odyssey
With consecrated determination
Surmounting impediments without hesitation
Oh how my life has changed
Since I’ve been acquainted with meditation.
Sitting patiently waiting for the comeback.
Thinking and wondering why they leave us like that.
As a matter of fact why the hell are we even hear for them to even have to come back?
I’m tired of asking myself that!
So I sit back and analyze the facts.
They say we came from this they say we came from that but deep down inside I knew half that s*** was whack
it really felt like it had to be more to it than that.
Like the crack that was poured out into communities to keep people under spells.
Maybe put it in book and enforce them to read…instill the fear of hell.
How low would one go to keep one under a spell.
One from waking up, sitting back like Kermit drinking from a cup. Comment on this or liking that, the only things that matters now is a post and stat.
How long must I wait for my ancestors to come back.
Have they came back already and was mad at what they seen?
Did they come and then leave because our kings are now wearing skinny jeans.
Are they mad or even sad because we have been put in trick bag?
Did they see the world’s walking Dead and walked away shaking their heads. This among other things I always ponder like why do my veins look like lightning with no sound of thunder?