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I have this watch with no hands on it
So it never has to quit
As I've found out when it comes to life
That time is irrelevant
And that's what my watch reminds me of
With my reflection in its face
That all the time in the world
Is not enough if you don't live today
I check my watch quite frequently
And the only one I see
Is the only one of my concern
And that my friend is me
I'm now in the business selling watches
With reflections but no hands
To help those in need to realize
There is no time for demands
Take all the time that you like
This watch is custom made
With no hands but the reflection
To remind today's the day
It's easy for the things we want to just be put aside.
The things we've always dreamed of put on hold and left to ride,
Until some time, some future date we hope will come to pass,
And the dream becomes reality not just a dream at last;
But time slips by and other things can over cloud our dreams,
And slowly they just slip away, become forgotten schemes.
But dreams can give us purpose, the power to start improving.
A dream can give us energy, the will to get things moving.
Don't lose the power of the dream.
It helps you to accrue,
The things to make things happen,
And it's custom made for you.
We all sin
I sin
You sin
Everyone is a sinner
A sin is a sin is a sin
There’s no way to win
Your actually guilty before you begin
So how do you actually get a reprieve?
To acquire the salvation
You wish to receive
The game is rigged
And not in your favor
What depravity may I offer you?
What’s your flavor?
Many choices to be had
Mix and match your wickedness
Custom made immorality for the mad
Smoke, drink, inject and snort
Can I have some more? Is the retort
Mind numbing at it’s best
Gimme, Gimme, Gimme,
No time to rest
Gotta get high
I must confess
My blanket
My shield
My sanctuary
Sobriety is quite contrary
To my goal
Of being numb, dumb, and resistant to succumb
So, don’t bother trying to save me you fool
The drugs are my tool
And reality is my school
Follow the line of the diseased mind
You may find it to be kind
If not, a monotonous grind
Welcome to the cognitive bind
Eric (and sometimes not)
Each of us = our own worst enemy
Hyperbole escorted ushered down aisle,
no critic within google x bajillion mile
(give or take a million) approximates
limitless potential regarding self said
epithet vile expletive spewing wicked
vituperation, vilification, vexation,
vandalization, undervaluation, uglification,
transmogrification, terrorization, suffocation,
stultification, strangulation, recrimination...
custom made swiftly tailored harried style
unbounded poetic license curtly vile
distilling, kickstarting, whipping...
hewed, patented, trademarked... versatile
methodologies, modalities to compile
masochistic punishment exhibiting agile
proactive innovations linkedin to avast
amalgamation, where synonyms connote
inflicting physical/ verbal self harm while
alone within emotional wilderness I'll
venture to add non active means to torture
including versus being passively servile,
and case in point with yours truly exile
isolate, entombed, locked, sequestered...
in bedroom of boyhood cherished domicile,
no matter whether violent or tame recourse
good n plenti abominations populate fertile
two clenched fist sized gray matter awash
where rage against our thwarted ambitions
dreams, goals, joys, motives, most pregnant trial
birthing most brutish, horrific, nasty... nemesis.
Please excuse this wurst wordy wayward bard
cuz here cometh the tricked out guard
(oh my...dog he attired just like me)
as everyone else within this isolationist ward.
Understandable... the sensible
(three ringed circuitous) logic
to trumpet necessity
each individual moost heed
bedecking, cloaking donning,
ludicrous interloper facial covering,
(I prefer sporting
latest custom made
invisible máscaras faciales),
when commingling amidst madding crowd,
nevertheless coronavirus (COVID-19)
makes laughingstock kickstarting
maniacal paranoid testing yapping
authoritarians blabber ceaselessly
bleak household pandemic
plagues (sear ring)
robust human specimen,
hence yours truly,
a feckless (gibbon) primate
breathes sigh of relief,
why? cuz he counts himself insignificant
absolute zero worth
versus microscopic prickly orb
aging long haired pencil neck geek
best beat hasty retreat
to his man cave
not necessarily avoiding microbial denizen,
yet any potential suffering
scouting out troubadour woefully
jackknifed inept hideaway
availed no choice
rolls out Harris tweed Scottish matt
courtesy minuscule germ man
greeting me with gotcha!,
I willingly surrender
the only thing at stake iz my life,
which would immediately
ebb fate (mine),
automatically buzzfeed chap
offer no chance
for symbiotic relationship
as pathogens indeed choreograph
(dirty deed done dirt cheap)
loft hilly doth waft
through cellular skeins comprising
garden variety/ generic gent
herewith essentially crafting
his poetic epitaph
before onset disables,
disallows, and disvalues
one humble, intelligent, jesting
kindhearted, literate, modest
nincompoop aimlessly adrift
within Brownian movement
(*****sapiens random motions
viewed miles skyhigh)
ostentatious, piteous, querulous,
ridiculous, superfluous, et cetera,
thus forward donations
and/or pledge
(I promise you -
swear to dog
portion of me ashes)
to favorite charity
and will hoop to visit thee as repurposed
noun, verb, adjective, adverb, pronoun,
preposition, conjunction, interjection,
numeral, article, or determiner...
I do not understand the acceptance of what I assume to be a proven fact.
I do not know if it is really true for most men, that they forget 'the vitals'.
I'm speaking of the 'top of the list vital' such as wedding anniversaries*.
How is it possible to forget one of the most important events of our lives?
Anyway, I cannot speak for men, but as for me, I have never forgotten that date. Personally, it entailed an event second only to my acceptance and commitment to Christ. It was during the noon hour on a nice summer Saturday just North of The Windy City. Now, I could understand if my wife wanted to forget about 49 years of marriage with me. I have not been the best person to live with, and she has not been able to change me. I'm not exactly saying that she wanted to, but I cannot imagine it not entering her mind. After all, I am very stubborn, have perfectionist leanings, rather decisive, slightly insensitive, and very opinionated.
Anyway, what I want to say is that my wife is the most loving, kindest, and Godliest person I know. There is no one who cares more about me and what happens to me. I would never have tried, but if I did, I could have never found a wife like mine over the internet. I will always believe that my wife was custom-made by God just for me. I know of no one coming closer to the lady described in The Book of Proverbs 31 than my dear wife.
Oh, did I mention 'cheap'? I must confess that if there is anyone cheaper than me, he should not be allowed to walk the streets of America. In fact, there should be a law against him for his cheapness, because he would be bad for the economy. Even so, my sweet wife loves me just the way I am.
I tell you, my bride believes in me, making me second only to The God in her life whom she loves passionately and serves with boldness. She has always sought the best for me, helping me to reach my full potential. Of this, there is no doubt. Behind this man is a good woman. And there's more......
060521PS *Our 49th Wedding Anniversary, June 17
Yes…recycling is a good thing
Why let something valuable
Become a complete waste
Depleting resources
Already scarce
Why waste
When it can be salvaged
Remixed
Redone
Reused
True, true
But don’t you dare do that with love
Don’t you dare even think
To give me
Your recycled love
With me, all the material must be new
FRESH, CRISP, CLEAN expressions of love
Material that is then made into something beautiful
Custom made just for me…
Fit to allure the woman I AM…UNIQUELY ME
No tried and true methods to woo
No erogenous spots navigation
According to someone else's old map
No…every woman is different
With different guide
To the hidden treasure...
No….with me…
It's all got to be
Pristine, pure, virgin
Like a clear mountain stream
Or the unpolluted air
PURE
No recycled words
No recycled haunts you took HER to
No recycled love songs…that you used to make HER melt
I have an inner song that defies anything you can play
You will only hear it
When you get to know MY soul
I melt in different ways
I love different words
I see different colors
I visit different places
I hear different music
I WANT A LOVE THAT IS…..FRESH!!!!
Unrecycled
Pure
Clean
Clear
Of any past references...
I want the resources of your heart
JUST OR ME
To be used with abandon
For they are a renewable resources
Always available
Alwayas a new supply
Always ready to be used
To create beauty
To attract
To entice
To capture
ME…
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Flower I hold in hand, delicate as your sweet charm
Reaffirms my love, and feelings of amorous warmth
Idyllic like your serene beauty, petals are made of glee
Surrounded by ardent leaves of treasured memories
Color is your favorite pink, but the aroma is my wish
Searching nectar like a honeybee, adorning my plea
Never could I say enough, without help of eternal
Delivering blissful message, from my heart to yours
Yes, I wrote the verses but the words are not mine
They were custom-made to worship in your shrine
When you hear my inner voice urging for your reply
A gentle tug of heart exhilarates fervid eyes to smile
Scripting affectionate cherish of happy-valentine song
For love has always known, to each other we belong
February 13, 2018
Placed first in contest # 545 by Brian Strand
Over saturation with
welter weighted Yuletide
drenching world, web, wide
equal and/or greater
effort demands energy tide
to global warming,
lest apocalypse doth ride
high and mighty mandating,
inculcating, buoying... pride
toward planet Earth, the
apathetic, demonic, horrific,
plastic... malleable passive
can no longer run and hide.
Results elucidating, forthcoming,
groundbreaking courtesy of 23andme
nsync with network of
newly discovered cache of relatives
which painstakingly diligent
(joint) effort helped
map our family tree,
though her ardent effort
completed many months past I re:
visit substantially detailed
information about our genealogy,
this time (December)
of every year prompts me
now with particularly increased clarity
to conjure, imagine dragons,
order summon... glimpsing
mine Jewish ancestry,
yet nary handy
dandy blues clues,
not even one iota subsequently
qualifies yours truly to identify
with persecuted peoples be
leave me you,
a sudden fiery conversion
to immerse myself with Judaism fee
bull, nonetheless chronology
to broaden knowledge
base shockingly woke
greater awareness (i.e. truncated limbs)
regarding Holocaust soak
king unrepentant perpetrators
with blood on their
hands doth provoke
sadness more aware about
Eastern European distant
cousins bore yoke
of anti-Semitism
spiritually, figuratively
incises, didst stoke
albeit time delayed
vicarious pain, no matter broke
ken spirits long since
turned to dust, whereby
former ignorance (mine) linkedin
with smattering generations
of yore besmoke
horrors indelibly stitched within genes
comprising every bone
and sinew (mine).
Said heightened awareness
noticeably pronounced sudden
agonizing psychosomatic sensation
that did further third eye blind,
hence painful to open these brown eyes
already afflicted with severe myopia lined
with so called "floaters" necessitating
custom made bifocals, where Ophthalmic
laboratory technicians (manufacturing
opticians, optical goods workers, or kind
optical mechanics) deftly grind
cut, edge, and finish lenses according
to instructions provided by dispensing
opticians, optometrists, or ophthalmologists.
He hit the ball and run
Aiming for a touch down
But the wind is carrying his shoe
that was custom made to fit his feet for the game
The dope is sewed up in his gum
And that is what gave him the final home run
Your team is weak, you ambition is cheap
But destiny will reveal your secret
I have thought hard and long,
How you became the champion
You fire the coach, you meddle in dirt
And you cheat your way to the top
But destiny will put you straight to the back
The other team is a better team you
And I hope that their dreams will come through
You have disgraced your devoted team
To fulfill your political dreams
you have no talent and you issue unfair judgement
And you have zero knowledge about everything
your strategy is deceptive and agonizing
You might win the game
but your dignity is covered in shame
Stop playing dirty games.