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Whimsical Slapstick
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Squash and Stretch
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Vulpes vulpes a native species to (Blah-blah-hoogah-hoogah)
Recognizable by its reddish-orange coat, black legs
and white-tipped bushy tail. The fox who's
diet consist of insects, mice and rabbits, they often labor
so that you don't have to. They are a friend when one doesn't
own a chicken coop. Then they are a menace and cost farmers
profit.
In-betweens
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Coturnix quail a small wild chicken like creature.
Small, plump, round birds with mottled brown,
white, and black feathers the Northern Bobwhite
native too : to (Blah-Blah-Hoogah-Hoogah) they
get there name from there loud whistle that
sounds like they are saying "bob-white!". They Live in
"coveys." You can find them hiding in brushy fields,
forest edges where they will dine on mealworms,
crickets, and grubs.
Anticipation
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A fox stalking a quail is a masterclass in patience
and stealth. The fox uses tall grass to hide.
It moves slowly and freezes often.
It aims to get close enough to pounce.
The quail relies on its keen eyes to spot danger
and might burst into sudden flight to escape.
Lovely lady you know I am a drifter
Life didn’t need to move any swifter,
So many tales over the years,
A drifters life doesn’t consist of fears.
When I told you all about my days,
I’d hoped that in so many ways,
I could take your hand and sing to you.
Caress you with my songs with a view,
You asking me not any more to wander.
And having you grow so much fonder.
That didn’t happen as I hoped it would.
My wanderlust held me as only it could.
Now I am older, my songs echo the sound.
Of perpetual wind turbines going round.
I guess a soldier of fortune I will always be.
A weary traveler, wandering aimlessly.
So many times I looked for something new,
In reality I was just wandering without you.
Days n nights were cold, you weren’t here.
Songs echoed but were no longer clear.
My heart jumped when I saw you near.
My mind played tricks you were not here.
Now I have grown old, nights still cold.
I lament as I see now my life unfold.
In reality, I just wandered without you.
The songs echo in the distance so blue.
A soldier of fortune I will always be.
If only you had agreed to lay with me.
If only you had agreed to stay with me.
Now a soldier of fortune I will always be.
Light reading
We are striding into the new year with news
of an earthquake that got people to sit up instead
of slumping on the sofa watching a Netflix
banalities
Inundated with film, one realizes most of them are hastily put together and consist of a dramatic fight
scenes, the hero wins and gets the girl.
This morning, the news again focused on Japan
a plane landing collided with a stationary plane
five people were killed, which was lucky
we give great press by airport accidents
Ten people dead in a motorway accident have not
much drama unless you are in the pile-up
In Libya, the slave trade capital of Africa, this dubious
honor happened when Qaddafi was murdered
He, the dictator, was not the worst of his kind,
there are times when the only thing that protects a country from sinking into chaos is a strong man.
With him out of the way, the human traffic commenced
South Africa had a plan to let Qaddafi leave Libya
settle in an African state, but no, the west wanted him dead
I have read so many rich people (millionaires) have not
got their riches from the production of things such as machinery
or engineering, with the possible exception of Elon Musk
I suspect the entertainment press is trying to lure him
into a life of glamour.
The middle class is not producing but get
titles working in the social sectors, both public and private, but it is not a type of employment that creates anything of lasting value
As for the working class, the hard hat section is
of immense value their contribution to the welfare of
our society is not recognized properly
This leaves us with millions of people who have no
function at all, and with very little education
We see them in big cities where their life is so tedious they take to drugs and think ***** is a love life.
If nothing is done to harness the destructive power these people represent we will end
being ruled by the mob
Life is a dark labyrinth,
Every inch of it is a myth.
It is lighter outside,
Experiences say it is much heavier inside.
Welcome to the world of uncertainty,
Dilemma and chaos take place between reality and eternity.
Perplexity rises until death,
It does not consist of a single quiet bed!
I am a sojourner in this damp maze,
Slipping is my passionate habit in my eternal shape.
I will not live forever,
Neither anyone nor even prophets are constant saviours.
I just wish to live while I am alive,
This labyrinth causes me a severe headache.
I just don't want to live in this dilemma,
To me, the afterlife is more than an enigma.
Allow me to leave this labyrinth,
Wherever I wander, I am in a constant sprint.
The light grows darker day by day,
Lost in the haze, I drift astray.
There was a boy named Daiko who was acquiring wisdom in a secluded castle. His master presented to him three doors. The contents consist of the following: love, treasures and the third one was empty. He was to be very careful of which door he chooses.
Daiko thought for a moment about the choice he was going to make. He decided for the third door. Behind the door, there was nothing. Daiko was perplexed. He asked the master that was the meaning. The master explained that are some things in live that only you learn through living life. Daiko received a great lesson that day.
Nayda Ivette
12-27-2015
What is this thing people call....
Normal?
My life is just a series of abnormal events
I try to stay sane
But I really want to vent
All the secrets
All the lies
Is this really the way I have to live my life
Here one minute
There another
I am tired...
Tired of living a double life
Tired of hurting the people that i claim to love
Tired of acting
What is normal?
I long for a "normal" life
One that isn't split into two
One life
One that doesn't consist of constant chaos
I dream of what my life could be or what it couldn't be
Being controlled by the words of others
Being pulled in two directions at the same time
Never knowing the time
Never knowing what's next
What is normal?
The Google definition...
Normal: conforming to a standard; usual, typical, or expected.
Typical uh
I guess this is my normal
Being unhappy
Making the people that i love unhappy
Abandoning people
Why is this MY normal?
THIS IS NOT NORMAL!!
I want to BE normal
I want to HAVE normal
When at last you have become aware deep down yourself
and of the people whom require at last some mental health
be serviced, come to services
and you have at least one personality disorder
characterized by abnormal
and maladaptive inner experience, usually, from some past
and other ones behavior.
Personality disorders, also known as Axis II disorders, include obsessive-compulsive, avoidant, paranoid
and borderline.
Axis I disorders, on the other hand, include depression
and schizophrenia mental illnesses
thought to be less pervasive but more acute.
When Jane and Jonny you have lately come,
and all now know you both may have it, is P.D.
And you posses a very different personality,
and have at least one thing, in trust, all commons have.
Your mental illness will not for you for me remit.
Without professional intervention or medication,
behavior modification, death can likely end interdiction.
And exactly what that intervention should consist of
has there remained a subject for her/his long night debates
and his grows even shorter still.
This, along with the disorders' notoriety for being hosted,
problematic when at best it is to treat,
has posed challenges to their successful heartfelt resolution,
or at least known, knew to differant property lays in management.
When your personality disorder exhibits chronic,
pervasive problems
and getting along with other needful people.
View each book as a history book
and show the Nile,
but never hide the flower from the source,
nor the tree the burning bush.
James McLain Wednesday, September 29, 2010
What’s the time?
The dictator is obsessed with time
he has thousands of wrist-watches and wall clocks
showing the time in different time zones.
At noon, he checks the time zones if it is ten o’clock
Somewhere else, he adjusts his star-studded Rolex
In his mind, he has gained two extra hours.
The time is a must for the dictator, he is getting old
and fear the breath of the dead and the power.
He spends too much time alone, only seeing people
on the screen, political helpers consist of faces
Suspicious by nature, he tries to read if the faces
are treacherous trying to unseat him he needs total
loyalty to feel secure, he knows he is right they are
plotting against by fighting his war timidly yet know
if he falls, they will perish too.
CONFOUNDED ( COLLABORATION )
by~ S.Jagathsimhan Nair
When tension grips and the head reels
In its ever accelerated twirl
When two rays dangle from two flayed poles,
And the dumb loss of a moment’s truth
Looks so conspicuous and an eminently
Forgettable lapse of an inoffensive world
When the gentle genre to which the slamming
Of an ever open door in the face of
The rare perspicacity and purpose shown
By a soul, a land and a generation belongs
Looks so commonplace; when the benign
Visitor’s countenance does indeed despair
And crave a black visor above the originality
Of its expansiveness and the staggering degradation
Of its vitality; I have this great ache’s abundance
Stirring in my cupped palms, held out in supplication,
Till it rests, for an ever lasting understanding
Ever in the vision, ever into its aftermath.
by~ p.d.
The "aftermath" of any loss seems to consist in any form.
An aster plea subsiding every look.
Behind glory behind redemption~
Giving rest to the velocity speeding force
Creations of fantasy and religion and imagination
I paint the skies with my fingertips, to feel the mass
The world trembles at the knowledge of relativity.
"I sit in displeasure, injecting every generation into my veins!"
New born babies, born into this puzzled abyss.
Bewildered minds accepting stupendous addictions.
A poison to taste every sunrise,
Forbidden tongues baffle the night
Mental representation, stirring up conflict
Foiled toes to hold and worship.
Steady vision behind these eyes so confounded.
a collaboration with* S,Jagathsimhan Nair
my collaboration contest
Introduction
Angels in literature are described in various ways across cultures. Some angels were mere spirits, while others were regarded as magical. Early drawings and late drawings had them with or without wings. People who were revered had a halo above their respective crowns. Still, the thought comes to mind about the angel in question. Within biblical accounts, we have Raphael (the Angel of Healing), Michael (the leader of the Archangels), Gabriel (the Envoy of God), Lucifer (the Bringer of Light), and Azrael (the Angel of Death).
A conversation with the Angels Raphael, Michael, Gabriel, Azrael, and Lucifer can be quite intriguing. Just ask some of the prophets in the Bible, or let’s ask the people who speak to him when they are in need of something. How about the people speaking of Michael trampling the devil? Let’s ask Joseph Smith and the last true prophet, the Prophet Mohammad (Blessings be Upon Him), about their conversations with Gabriel. For the sake of beating death into submission, let’s speak to the angel of death. For the hell of it, let’s speak to Lucifer or the cult that was founded by a person believing in him. how about asking the people that claim to fear him. ask the people that claim he is ugly, when in truth Lucifer is mentioned as the most beautiful of all the angels and being the bringer of the light. His name is light; just look at the Vulgar Latin languages, which use his name to describe a source of light. The following parts consist of speaking to these angels.