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Play your clever, cool chord
If it wasn’t for Him, I would’ve drowned in dread
AVOID ME NOT – I’m well…
Getting’ outta my shell
Acting mature best I can
I am in sinking sand…I just need a helping hand
I am scorching aflame like a burnt pan
Things and friends get outta hand…where will my life land?
Give me a fan….I need an AC up in here
I am in fear as I shed one last tear
Sorrow is the shades of green and blue
The moment I met you without a single clue
Then did I notice…
That I was SICK… I coughed on you constantly…
You need no hug or kiss
Just silence, patience, healing and generosity…
You will be missed…miss…
I’m just sick with dem luv flu…
Silly me…if only you knew
That poetry was my outlet and my way out of depression
It was a way out of my ugly, OCD obsession…
I keep labeling myself for no reason
Maybe it’s just part of the flu season…
Give me a reason
To overcome…
The waves of emotion
Like an ocean that collides into me…
I can’t stand the commotion…
Please just cut it out like a rotting tree branch…
Spiraling rapidly into oblivion
Can’t everyone not feel rejection…
Why do I even feel…
I don’t want to feel anymore…
Score to the one I’ve been looking for…
There’s no one in the world who would like me…
Please, please…
Storm into the room of my doom
Stop being a tease
I pray, oh God, get me outta this room
Inhaling and exhaling anxiety and depression
Everywhere I go, I can’t hold on to anything so great…
You are the best thing life can ever give me…
You gave me direction towards Christ’s resurrection…
God’s Kingdom Come…let me enter into God’s gracious gate…
Let me be, deafening silence…
The weather didn’t make me at all better…
Let me roar to the core…you loved me to the maximum when all there was was a minimum to your hate…
God’s Kingdom come… I am feeling numb…
Numb and dumb…covered in corruption’s cum…
Snap out of it…I am in the trance of Satan’s realm
I’m sick…leave me alone with me, myself and I tonight…
Tonight, I fight this fight with might…alright…
Crawl into my bed tonight, love of my life…
Reduced to naught, but my unstoppable strife…
You dragged me down to your level with your heartless judgment...love didn't arrive at my doorstep
You are the predator and I’m the victim
You are the executioner and I’m the man, tied up to the chair
GET A GRIP....
SIP...satisfy your taste buds with happiness....and dip dip dip
Into the river
R I V E R
Disappear, fear that clothes me
Reappear, fearlessness that suffocates thee
Your river of deceit leaks out… now, I can clearly see
Your true colors…you resurrected radiance in the eyes of millions…and you allowed me to escalate with ecstatic eagerness and enjoyment, much like a satisfied, well-watered tree…nurtured by sunlit glee
I never thought that this all could be
You push me to become like all felons
Possibly, doubt slipped into my mind and traded me with prosperity in the hands of tragedy
Nothing can harm us...
We're on the same bus
You killed my trust and hope…and fed your twisted honesty
Our bittersweet chorus of lies and miseries sings its tune of tainted lullabies
Move on once again we must…or we’ll be targeted by calamity
I know you hear me, but you ignored my silent cries…oh darling, how the time flies…
Oh please, darling angel, fix me, for I am a wrecked-up bicycle – never wave your
Misery-laced goodbyes…cut it out before it devours us with utter distress!
For you, I am now saddened and try to untie myself from this mess…
As my love and hope for you slowly but surely dies,
Sift out the vile lies and don’t ask your why’s
I still hear your wistful cries
You relied on the Lord of the Flies
And you engrossed him…now, he draws near to you because you enchanted him with your miraculous powers…I was spell-bound and gravity-bound in the chambers of alienation while you were showing off your capacities…I thought it cool!
You say it’s a natural gift that’s used as a priceless, grand tool…but, I take you as a fool!
My sister and cancer
Maybe it was in 1946
when the winter was very hard
the big lake outside town froze solid
my brother had given me an old pair of skates
something with leather binning, I think
I could get them on
A young girl came; she was sweet and kind
helped to fasten the leather straps
I asked my brother who she was
She is different from the girls on the street
who were giggling a lot and smoking in the basement
My brother said she was my dad's daughter
at home, I asked my mother about my other sister
she looked angry and cut me short
Everybody smoked in my youth ashtrays on every
table, even in our doctor's waiting room
He, the doctor eventually stopped, was in a bad
mood when my mother brought me there
I had a growth on my chest that made him concerned
He cut it out but looked nervous, I had to go
for a blood taste every fortnight and the growth
left a scar 70 years later, it was back at the same
spot, it was cancer
The surgery at the hospital was a more serious
environment, surgeons wearing masks
Anyway, the clump was removed, and again I had
to have a blood taste for a while
Today, I was thinking of my father's daughter
were she alive today, she would have been about
ninety-five, if she is alive, does she remember meeting her youngest brother.
Graffiti on my heart
The threads pulled apart
A battered thing
It can no longer sing
So vital but so fragile
When pain is agile
It splatters to the floor
Covering it in gore
I cut it out myself
And it will sit on my shelf
Because I don't need it
And these periodic fits
I just want to feel whole
That's my biggest goal
But how I fail and fail
And happiness sets sail
So sorry to say
That I lost my way
My mask is breaking
My hands are shaking
I'm divorced of feeling
No chance for healing
My heart is on a shelf
I cut it out myself
Covered in gore
It's no longer on the floor
When pain is so agile
It leaves a heart fragile
It can no longer sing
That battered thing
The threads pulled apart
With graffiti on my heart
So,
There's something i have to say...
Even though...
I know you wont listen...
Iv'e seen you get drunk and feel so high,
Iv'e seen you angry and all so,
'Merry'
Your alcohol is all you can see...
Can't you see...
That your smothering me?
Once i find comfort in the arm's of a friend...
You always come along and then...
You pretend...
Then when you leave,
I'm all alone...
Yet again.
I break down and cry,
Wishing you'd cut it out...
If only you could hear the sobbing i do...
If only you could see the pain i'm going threw.
I can't look at you anymore!!!
My mind and heart have had enough
My body is stressing...
So now it's my turn.
Maybe now...
You'll see...
What iv'e grown to be.
Hear the agonizing screams of my painful mind...
See you weren't only hurting yourself.
When you gave in...
You were also hurting me!!!!!!!!!
I heard a small sneeze from my closet
knew it was the gremlin who hides in there
he is usually more cautious, silent but deadly
another sneeze; he must be sick
I got out my Vicks and my Therma flu
grabbed him by the ears and dragged him out
he was horrified, thinking he had been a secret
think again buddy, I was a mother once
he was kicking, biting and scratching me
I barely felt it, due to his small size and tiny teeth
cut it out, I told him I am trying to save your life
he does not speak English, a whisper said
I looked up and saw yellow eyes
It was a vampire bat
Just another monster living in my closet
I did not even know about this one
I pushed the gremlin and Vicks back in and slammed the door
what about that Therma Flu asked the bat?
Crap. An intelligent vampire bat.
There really are monsters in my closet!
Cut the budget
Cut the fraud
Cut the bullcrap
Cut the lies
Cut, cut, cut it out!
Finding ways to reduce spending while spending is diabolical. Spending millions on a military parade is waste management at its finest.
What in the Big Beautiful Baffling Bill is going on?
When I was young we use to say, “Robbing Peter to pay Paul.” The “rich” are probably clueless to this saying, but the struggling people lived, know and understand the meaning of this statement.
“Robbing Peter to pay Paul” meant, taking from one to give to another. More like, taking from one end to make ends meet on another end. For example, taking some of the money from the light bill to put that money on the water bill.
Ssh, the way I see it, when it comes to this administration, it’s robbing Peter and Paul.
Love Really Is Everywhere
I Like Puzzles
In The Making.
I Like Puzzles
When They're Done.
-Gray Squirrel
05-18-2025
Save this for later.
Put It On Repeat
If You Want...
Backwards,
I Don't Care...
Yes You Do!
***
I'll Shut-up.
Oops. Isn't That Just
Like-Like-Like-Like?
Words Are Stupid.
Once The Novelty Wears Off,
Then The Dreams All Dissipate...
What Recognition Do You Require?
Even There. More Tricks.
And Now, And Here.
And Later.
And NOT Later Too!
I Don't Wanna Be Responsible For This.
-Gray Squirrel
05-18-2025
Oh, I Get It...
Love Really Is Everywhere
But Words Are Stupid!
AND Words Are Stupid.
Underneath.
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Maybe Deleted:
I Have To Wait A Whole Day To
Post This?
Be Patient...
It Needs Aging...
Let The Novelty Wear Off...
Cut It Out!
This is Ending Up Just
Being Self-Promoting Again, Isn't It?
Probably.
I Hope Not.
You Need To Meet More People,
Make More Friends.
No Thanks.
Don't Be Jealous,
Don't Be Mad.
Why Not?
Don't Tell Me What To Do.
I Couldn't Wait.
I didn’t plant that garden tree
But thinking, I just let it be
I knew I should have cut it out
But felt within to let it sprout
And so, as seasons came and went
I pruned this tree, its bole I bent
Around the gable of my shed
But left the limbs above my head
The years passed by and I grew old
I hated heat and shunned the cold
My garden work became a chore
As summer days my patience wore
But resting underneath that tree
Allowed me time to watch and see
The beauty of my garden wrought
And all the neighbored friends it brought
A bunny comes to taste my beets
While shaded so, I rest my feet
A bumble-bee’s contralto thrum;
A promise of much more to come
Badgers, robins, the house finch red
All come with hopes of being fed
And I, too tired to wield my hoe,
Am glad I let that elm tree grow.
For a Christian to continue to sin
that very idea is not logical
the Apostle Paul emphasises this point
sin mustn't be your master at all
We all have only two masters
either to obedience or a slave to sin
there is simply no in-between
only one of them is your king
Sin is your master if it controls you
that shows how you live your life
you may not think of it like that
to cut it out, you must use your knife
But we can't change our nature
this shows that we are not in charge
for our thoughts enslave us to sin
the consequences are so very large
Obedience leads to righteousness
where sin brings spiritual death
obedience brings life in God
winning eternal life to your final breath
("So Jesus said to the Jews who had believed him, 'If you abide in my word, you are truly my disciples, and you will know the truth, and the truth will set you free.” They answered him, “We are offspring of Abraham and have never been enslaved to anyone. How is it that you say, ‘You will become free’?”
Jesus answered them, “Truly, truly, I say to you, everyone who practices sin is a slave[b] to sin. The slave does not remain in the house forever; the son remains forever. So if the Son sets you free, you will be free indeed.")
John 8:31-36 (esv)
key verse v 34