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(Verse 1)
This cannot repeat or loop around anymore, in my direction,
I've had the wind kicked out of my sails due to depression.
And everyday
I hide away
I'm not displaying
the fight I'm saying.
I'm down inside and sink,
I'm more flipping down than you'd think.
Lost for love and lost for laughter,
facing upto my fears always ends in disaster.
So I'm always down and doubting me,
a desert there's a drought in me,
while rain downpours are drowning me,
the logic's leaking out of me.
A mist hides the positivity
you find in creativity.
From an infant up to those last rhymes thinking I can't do s**t,
so life devoured me.
I need to shake that habit,
'cus this talent aint transparent so I wont bow out cowardly.
I'm wasting my worth,
but have a thunderous thirst,
to rediscover some turf.
Watch me now and you'll witness,
as I drift with the surf,
and wet the earth,
of this desert,
as I p**s on the dirt.
You just heard now watch and observe!
(Verse 2)
I keep trying to fight but everyday it gets worse,
I'm trying to carve out a path, it hurts,
I loop around to where I stood first.
I'm stuck suffering,
but won't let no fat lady sing.
Relapse,
forget the feeling,
I'll just get back to my feet and I'll stand,
because fate demands,
I'll never live it down if I don't rebound.
I honestly promise to be at my strongest,
in fact no impact or test
can crush my chest, ever,
Ima last and never rest
'til I bask that the flag never flew at half mast.
I'll dip and I'll rise like a rollercoaster ride
but I'll never hollow out inside or lose my pride.
I'll battle depressions wickedness with all my witty grittiness
and when I'm knocked down I'll breathe, go again and believe,
with a greed for freedom core and seed until I'm freed.
But that's a wish beyond a series of painful twists,
a thirst to slit wrists through self hatred
overlooked and underrated
but not quenched of desire that'll fire home victory.
I'm heading down that long tiresome road
Have a six string I never have to reload.
Blazing my way before my star burns out
And yes I may hold you near
Don't ask me to hold you dear
But I'll sure take another beer
Making my six string shout
Sometimes making it cry
Be rocking till I die
Just don't ask me why
Somewhere someone may dream of me
Even though with them I may never be
Memories, of the towns I have left behind.
Echoes of regret never let enter my mind
Love ain't that easily defined
Thousands of screaming people still hear them in my head.
I will be rocking them till long after I'm dead
One town is the same as another
Still call people I don't know my brother.
Sometimes while making my guitar scream
The smile ain't as easy at it may seem
Where will I lay my head tonight.
And Who's lover am I going have to fight
Rocking along the highway
Life sometimes leaves me with nothing to say
Some sexy momma just wants me for a day
And for a hot blooded country boy like me
Everything looked ok as far as I could see
Just couldn't let that be.
Feeling the city heat.
Smiling at all those I meet
Standing there in front of that crowd
Made sure my six string was good and loud
Left them people wanting more
But I'd done left the floor
And then I'm on that tiresome road once again
And I can't remember all them towns I've been
But someday maybe
You can be my baby
I can tell you now, tomorrow I'll b on that tiresome highway
And you won't be going my way
Getting it while the getting is good
Just so it's understood
I hear that highway a calling me
And that's the way it is always going to be
Playing my six string till my star crashes and burns
Living off whatever I may earn
Playing that damn thing till I die.
Don't bother asking me why
The lonesome highway may be long
But at the end I'll be singing you my song
Six string always loud
My heads up in a cloud
Tell me whoever tries to takes my place
Their going to have to bow out in disgrace
Cause no one can make one sound like me
No one you'll ever see
This six string in my hand
Playing lead in my own band
Cause
Even after I'm dead
Them six stings, will still be playing in my head
There will be a man and he will say
I am a good man
He will will say
I am a good man and he will be so full of rules and responsibilities that you will believe him
Don't believe him
There will be woman after woman after woman
Who does not know what happened last night
Only that he kept buying her drinks and rubbing her back telling her all the beautiful things she deserves
She will not feel beautiful
I am so sick from eating my own tongue
For removing myself from spaces he might be in
From hearing from people I love that he is a good man
There will be a man who does everything right on paper
Who is so much more giant that you could ever be
And he will rub that giant against you want him to or not
He will be waiting behind every unbidden sunrise to remind you how in control you are not
How next year will be the same as this year
How much it is your fault if you are hurting
He is not hurting
There will be a man who eats nothing but empty pedestals
He will say I am a good man and you are not a good girl
And he will be right on paper
He will erase the mistake from inside of your mouth
Relabel himself a martyr and bow out on yellowed
You will still be here tainted talked about
That man you see,
On the streets he be
Living with nothing to his name
He holds no one to blame.
You call him a bum
Doesn't matter where he has come from
Wasn't his choice to be on the street.
Living without no heat
That man you see
That man is me
Dreams that were mine
My light did shine
Once upon a time
Before life became a crime
I sought to reach so much higher
Then life became so dire
Lost all I had
Made me so sad
Not because I was bad
Just the way it goes
Who knows
One day to the next
Life gets taken out of text
A ...I love you to late
Or to early if on the first date
Great
I sit and make words rhyme
So give me a Nickle give me a dime
Give me a moment of your time
I have nothing yet I have so much
Sometimes hungry for the human touch
I still reach so very high
Failure still.makes me cry
But still I try
I ask still
Can your heart even feel
This is me this is you
So true
We are him
We are them
One moment in time
A misspoken rhyme
A step to late
Changes of fate
Love Lost
Whatever the pain cost
Tears in the wind
Wherever they may send
A kind heart
That fell apart
This is what life has shown
what life has sown
Kindness as you pass by
You may be there next to cry
Warmth comes from more than just heat
When living on that street
Don't bow out in defeat
Teardrops fall
Yet stand tall
Life steadily changes
Words rearranges
Never to late
To make your own fate
Wheres the common ground
You remember
That ground we both stood on together
Through thick and thin
Whether lose or win
We were both all in
Sink or swim
Or stretched too thin
We boldly took a stand
Walked hand in hand
Claimed our land
And feared no man
Whether in the fire or frying pan
We stuck to the plan
Did the best we can
But look now
How far youve wandered
My tender heart now laundered
Our happiness squandered
For a moment of bliss
From a strangers kiss
Tossing to the winds the true love you missed
Left with shattered memories to remeniss
Wondering how you could do this.
But i wont write letters
Nor will i phone
Ill just bow out gracefully on my own
Sit quiety destroyed but never let it be shown
How much it hurts to be alone
Holding back tears and inner groans
Until comes the day
I finally wear a smile
Thru all the painfull lonely miles
Maybe its been destiny all this while
And perhaps to learn from all these trial
So God can lead me to truly smile.
And put uncommon ground in a far away file.
An applecart of half-eaten ideas
pushed into sight by heavyweight ghosts.
Wormwood and cider
the aroma of root beer in a lit-up air.
The poet pauses….judges the hunger
of his next line
to fulfill the wishes of finger-following gods.
Orchard trees separate, bow out of the crowd
to stand alone in the spaces between the words.
Sandalwood is harvested for the coming cremation,
the fire tongs are white hot
as they pluck burning fruit
out of the furnace of an Archean Ur
where the charred apples find grazing mouths
Nature mulches in the churning
now the apple is in the maggot
ready to sour or delight.
Wool gathering shepherds guide their flocks
from the pulverizing organs
of creation
into valleys of dark and light.
rebuilding is a part of life, it's about the ups and the downs
the good, the bad, the happy, the sad all that goes around
as life is about our experiences all that we've gone through
it's about picking up the pieces and somehow make them anew
rebuilding is sometimes costly it will always have a price
to rebuild those torn down walls that make up your life
so what has deteriorated? what do you need to re-erect?
what are those issues in your life that have had the most devastating affect?
to rebuild those torn down walls that you thought would have kept you whole
to rebuild those torn down walls that have caused you to lose control
in order to make it happen you need to re-position yourself in life
in order to make it happen you need to stand before the Lord Christ
now in the presence of the Holy Lord Our God the King of Kings
now in the presence of Our Creator who controls everything
now is the time to make it happen by overcoming opposition
now is the time to make it happen by taking up a godly position
in order to make it happen you need to possess a true faith
and no matter what the enemy attempts to do you need to concentrate
now focused on your mission with a purpose steadfast and sure
trusting that with God by your side there's nothing you can't endure
in order to rebuild those walls in your life that have been torn down
you need to stand on the word of God which is your solid ground
now is the time to overcome your fears and those things that the devil will use
to make you doubt, cause you to bow out one of his greatest tools
for the devil will huff and he will puff but he doesn't have a clue
that as a disciple of Christ he has no power over you
now is the time to wield your weapon "The Sword of the Spirit"
the most powerful ammunition with the words of God in it
rebuilding your torn down walls on the foundation that is Jesus Christ
rebuilding your torn down walls by overcoming the distractions in life
not looking left, not looking right but looking directly to the Lord
and no matter the price nor the sacrifice with Christ rebuild those walls
Where fruits and flower trees they fell,
And safeguard thorny trees so well;
Peacocks, swans and cuckoos are killed,
Crows are offered a safety shield;
Tusks and donkeys as alike scaled,
Camphor equal with cotton held;
Where such a logic holds its clout,
From such a land let me bow out.
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Translation |18.08.2024| rhyme, people, trees
The Sanskrit verse:
chhedah chandana-choota-champaka vane rakshaa api shaakhotake,
himsaa hamsa-mayoora-kokila kule kaakeshu nitya-aadarah |
maatangena khara-krayah sama-tulaa karpoora-kaarpaasayoh,
eshaa yatra vichaaranaa gunigane deshaaya tasmai namah ||
Lovely. Marvelous. Wonderful. Great. Terrific. Superb. Well done. Bravo. Wow.
Yes I am practicing in the mirror for the Olympics’ positive affirmation delivery competition.
Tremendous, I say. My eyes are glittering happily.
Stupendous, I say. My nose wrinkles in a funny way.
Ever-shineful, I say. I laugh.
Mindfully, willfully, happily, skillfully done, I congratulate myself.
You have my love, my hopes and my dreams, I tell myself. Yes, I can use this.
Always in admiration, my friend. Always in awe I think as I drive to the competition.
I enter the arena, confident. My number is called. I walk onstage in front of thousands of people.
I am excited, thrilled, glad to be our country’s representative.
Then they bring out a person who has a dour, sour, mean look.
Her arms are folded and she is glaring at me. She reminds me of the meanest teacher I ever had, a person I have never forgiven.
My work is to get this unknown person to high five me.
This is impossible, I say, so I bow out. I am the third to do so.
Body language and facial cues are everything.
We read you and feel you before you ever say a word.
On the Holiday throne
This miserable old fat man
should step down and bow out
As he forgot what image he represents
Throw him out in the waste can
As his attitude is not what it's all about.
When representing The jolly old man
and the love and compassion he shares
.It takes an open mind and tender heart.
As Santa has a loving and kind reputation.
Children wait all year long to sit in his chair.
No child should ever be shunned or rejected
Especially by people thought to have authority .
Which Santa is someone kids look up to.
A moment of his time and smile in expected
by all wanting to believe in his legend and story .
Santa himself has reindeer for his pets
.He loves and enjoys all living things
He does not judge from public opinions.
or jump to conclusions and have regrets.
As we know from the song the kids sing.
So if you plan to sit on the Holiday throne
Then think of the children you are going to greet
They have wide eyes and high hopes and trust
They are all different and may be alone
but want to be accepted by people they meet.-