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Life lessons of a Car
Im cruising down the road
The cars at normal speed
Everyones in their own lane
Meeting their own needs
I see the green trees
starting to so beautifully grow
In a twinkle of an eye
Things start to move real slow,
Do I have a clue whats going on
Have my rights outweighed my wrong
Sometimes im stuck in traffic
Its at a stand still , sometimes reality just gets more real
Certain places youre not suppose to enter
Because there could be danger
Sometimes thats how our life treats us
We do things out of anger
Am I a stranger on the passenger side, if I was walking
Would I be offered a ride
Or would you turn your face
And continue to hide
Would you let me out
On a lonely rode
Would you pick me up
If I was freezing cold
I dont know but I do care
If your tire went flat
Id give you a spare
Thats what my lifes all about
Lighting the fire.thats in my heart Your car wont power on
Ill give yours a start
I know that start will get you very far
These are the life lessons of a car!
By: Concetta S. Hardnett
you want to play mind games okay I can do that
your getting closer to me for something but I don't know what yet
you say you want to be friends but I see the devil on your shoulder grinning
you want me to be a friend you can trust you,
after you hurt me how stupid can you be?
you hurt me and now you want to be friends okay fine I'll be your "friend".
you wanna play a game that I'm good at your playing checkers and I'm playing chess.
you want to play with my emotions and act like everything is fine
okay fine I'll play your game I'll make you think you're winning but the truth is I hold the cards.
you have no clue on what you have unreleased I always knew there was a dark side to me, and you have shaken the lion too much and now that lion is a blood thirsty dragon ready to pounce just at the right moment.
how long do you think you'll survive?
I give it a few weeks maybe a month if your lucky
just remember your the one who did this to yourself.
I'm not use all the one for revenge but you have took things to far,
pretending to love me
using me for my body
telling me to keep secrets so you could protect your popularity
all I have to say is what ever is coming your way its your fault.
Funny I took this path, me who became so intelligent
I'm sorry, I don't mean to laugh at being so hell bent
I could have been a flower, a daisy, a petunia, a rose
But for it's own power this is the life a monkey chose
Some stayed fish while others sought to be an insect
Like, so as you wish, evolving to whatever you select
THEN you see the evidence by the very intelligent few
Numbers too immense for you to ever have any clue
Odds I never seen but I always knew they were true
An argument so clean it's simpler than two plus two
The Creative Diversity alone, when the fool will admit
For now you are free, as yet your candle remains unlit
Don't be as those fooled but do your own research
As the devil drooled knowing he has you in a lurch
There's two paths to take but there's only one road
And for those who don't wake will pay all that is owed
Romans 1:20
For the invisible things of him from the creation of the world are clearly seen, being understood by the things that are made, even his eternal power and Godhead; so that they are without excuse:
With no guidance—love— or compliments from you
it is no wonder — why — she fell in love with men she never knew...
you never gave her one
which is why she didn't have a clue...
trying to fill a void much like pouring liquid through a sifter
attracted to spirits like yours — selfish drifters...
like you— they were soon three sheets in the wind
my God — will she ever learn how to choose better men?...
you made promises that you never kept
caused her to wear sadness like a waist belt— and oh my God how she wept...
she just couldn't figure out that it was not her — but you
she wore blame as deep as the sky is blue...
absent daddy don't you know that as a FATHER — you are —THE— most IMPORTANT MAN in her life?
but as a sperm donor — you set your baby-girl up for strife...
Inspired by the album "Words"..song titled; "Like a Woman"
by The Tony Rich Project"
1.
Everything happens for a reason
Despite some happenings of chaos
In the changing of the seasons
When the autumn comes to play us
Songs about the withered leaves
That fall down to make a carpet
We can walk beneath the trees
To the local farmers market
But there’s something unassailable
That remains in memory
Though it might be unavailable
Like an access to the tree
You considered mine, and showed me
How it towers by the road
Where I never meant to be
For the reason, still untold
2.
What’s the reason, when it’s gone?
Let’s excuse the reasons if
They’re not evident or strong
Not the points we did achieve
How on earth we met each other
I shall never know, you said
Neither would I, but I rather
Feel our meeting was preset
Darkly through the glass I see
What my memory unfolds
Your sweet smile, your vapes and tea
Macke’s painting on the wall
Why we had to disappear
And this room has lost its view?
What exactly did we miss here?
You can’t tell, and I’ve no clue.
Space is a big mystery
Planets, stars, and moons to see
A bright sun and spaceships too
In a sky so big and blue
But one space mystery I find
Will never get off my mind
The day you wanted to be free
Stopping all your love for me
A blank look upon your face
Saying you just needed space
To find yourself and who you are
My heartstrings broke like a guitars
Weeks and months went by slowly
Not one call has left me lonely
Since I gave you space and time
Hoping what you thought you'd find
Was standing right in front of you
You never had a single clue
That my heart was always yours
Till you walked right out the door
Time and space was not your friend
Losing my love in the end
To a man who always knew
Space would never be an issue
Through closeness and hugs so tight
Time makes everything alright
Charon demands us to disrobe
Sell your layers for coins
Some with less have more to trade
Better than becoming chained ghosts
Our suits and dresses tie us down
Being nude again will be sobering
After a year of stripping down
Sobriety feels too brisk
I put on Italian wine’s garment
It tells me to pour layers on
It tells me to put on the full suit
I refuse to put on the regalia
Strut at home alone in my finery?
I never knew I was wearing wealth
I never knew my addictions were bank
Being naked is hard for addicts
The sober ones streak without a clue
No clue about pleasure and pain’s weight
My wine-soaked skin hidden is nice
Old garments repurposed again
Addiction feels like comforting cloth
For once I’m not self-conscious
I’m Adam before the Fall unashamed
He sold his snakeskin boots
Charon will strip us when it’s time
When we die, does it matter our attire?
We go with our makeup off
Better to peel off the layers now
Than gasping for one more breath
Holding onto our negligees or pj
We were born without clothes
Through the years layers are laid
We all strip off old selves
We layer on new selves
Addicts have the most coats on
The ones with the pearliest of skins
The sober ones freckled by the sun
We with crutches are most prized
When the ferryman asks for your coins
When Charon asks to lighten your load
Addicts can hock all their clothes
Strip down, turn burdens to gold
For a ticket to ride across
Finally free of attire
We can all retire
What am I looking for?
I yearn for something I have no clue of,
I wish of something I don't know..
Is it the trill of life?
The adrenaline running through my veins,
Trembling with excitement.
Or maybe the moral of life?
The lessons our days teach us,
What we harness throughout our lives.
Perhaps the freedom life can offer?
The cool breeze, guiding the way
Helping birds fly high.
Or rather the achievements one can have?
Medals and thropies, shining with pride,
Papers and pictures with you on them.
So many good things in life..
what do I truly I yearn for?
Oh my.. I forgot two more.
Has my mind been wandering this far?
I think I'm chasing for wealth!
That has got to be it!
The feeling of being able to aquire anything I sought,
The fact I can get whatever I want in just a blink!
No... that isn't it.
It doesn't have the same warmth in my heart..
Does that mean...
I'm wishing for warmth?
The warm embrace of a person I love,
Such love so pure, from all this over thinking...
Have I forgotten what it felt?..
I want to isolate myself,
I am emotionally dry..
But, with the warmth I recall..
I end up submitting to the heat,
With tears I hold back, I lean in..
Yet.. I still don't know what I want..
Not remembering how it feels..
Who am I to be sure love is what I want?
What do I long for?
What?....
I want to be in your arms of comfort
I want to be on your gracious bed with little effort
I want to be with you forever and ever
I want to be with you, for that's my endeavor
Ahhh...hmm...oooh...
Please don't leave me in the dust of your farewells
I dwell in the midst of the abyss and your mysterious wells
Please don't leave me...
Please don't leave me...
Don't call out my name in the middle of the night
Fight the good fight and you'll take divine flight tonight
Please don't leave me...
Please don't leave me...
I want to be in your blanket of benevolence
I want to be marinated in your mesmerizing elegance
I want to be with you and shine anew
I want to be with you with or without a clue
Please don't leave me in the dust of your farewells
I dwell in the midst of the abyss and your mysterious wells
Please don't leave me...
Please don't leave me...
Don't call out my name in the middle of the night
Fight the good fight and you'll take divine flight tonight
Please don't leave me...
Please don't leave me...
I want to be in your wings of flight
I want to be the beacon of the night
I want to fly with my might
With you in my arms tonight
I want, but I don't have much to give
Come on and just let go and let live
I want to be saturated in my sorrow and happiness
There is a sweet and somber tomorrow nevertheless
Please don't leave me in the dust of your farewells
I dwell in the midst of the abyss and your mysterious wells
Please don't leave me...
Please don't leave me...
Don't call out my name in the middle of the night
Fight the good fight and you'll take divine flight tonight
Please don't leave me...
Please don't leave me...
Leave me behind and you'll soon find
That life will treat you so unkind
Leave me behind and you'll figure out
That karma will bite back no doubt
Donald Trump, Lemony Snicket ghost Spiro
Agnew, plus knowledgeable Jiminy Cricket,
all reliable, trustworthy sources, who
would never misinform gullible traveler
I know time to lather up
with poetic shampoo
so don't you dare ballyhoo
moost likely known
to garden variety wahoo
(When You Wish Upon a Star goo
whee lyrics aside...), particularly
following feedback haint "FAKE,"
just like this tattoo
on each posterior cheek
helping move doo doo
i.e. private business,
anyway pardon loo
pee wordplay, now lemme continue
though ye would would
much prefer I bid thee adieu,
ham back from the house of Pooh
ready with toilet trees
to vend off voodoo
intending to remain forthright to
finish explaining courtesy
regarding resultant google Moo
choe reputable homepage
search query... hallooo
thankfully helped rescue
me bogged down in Waterloo
curious about... any clue?
Yepper, what sound
do crickets make?
plus other esoteric tidbits to slake
thirst for aspiring entomologist
(may even know gossip where ache
key breaky hearts quake
'bout Josh and Drake)
yielded plethora web newpages
mainly concerning former,
whereat bottom cricket
wing covered teeth-
like ridges make
rough surface, and upper surface
of infinitesimal gliding anatomical feature
functions like scraper, hence rubbing
respective parts together doth create
chirping (“stridulating") soundcloud.