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Ever try eating a Soft Taco Supreme
And not appear like a glutton
With stuff squirting out all over yourself
Down to your old bellybutton
It's all about this amazing experience
Wouldn't be as enjoyable without it
So forget about all those damn cleaning bills
They're part of the joyous trip
As you chomp away with gay abandon
The messier the better, for sure
Without the mess, you ain't no aficionado
Just someone trying to act mature
Acting prim and proper when eating a taco
Has never been part of the scene
So dig right in, the messier the better
Be a proud taco eating machine
© Jack Ellison 2014
There are times, I can admit,
That I'm alone, without a mate.
Where my solitary reflection asks,
If this is my lonely fate.
My early days were filled with,
Parents & siblings throughout the home.
Yet now my partner is empty,
As if I'm searching an endless catacomb.
Thankfully, I'm reminded of some
Wisdom given from experience.
That shouts from above the crowd,
To show me the common sense.
This lesson allows further insight, to
Remember that I am more than an initial clan.
And where as long as I contribute and
Interact, I'll always belong to the family of man.
HAPPINESS
Happiness is like an exultant state of mind
A temporary escape from the daily grind
Sadness is blown away by a timely breeze
And it’s certainly about time, if you please
It is such a feeling of joy beyond measure
One revels in that most welcome pleasure
But one wonders if there’s a price to pay
Maybe sadness will return to have its day
It’s a balance then, between up and down
White or black, and not that greyish brown
With a dull life lived in that in-between state
Waking each morning and it’s not that great
So, be one to seek and experience extremes
If you don’t get it yet, rely on your dreams
It's a bad day.
It's a good day.
It's an irony.
It's an agony.
IT'S FRIDAY!
It seems like the truth has taken flight,
And deception has turned wrong into right.
IT'S FRIDAY!
You have strutted upon the stage of life.
You have played your supposed role.
It seems that time has passed you by.
But it's not because of your age that
you feel that the curtain is closing.
IT'S FRIDAY!
You have tried to follow all the rules.
You have avoided the evil and chosen the good.
Even though you are dedicated and devoted,
you are still being demoted and not promoted.
IT'S FRIDAY!! BUT SUNDAY IS COMING!!
You always dreamed of a life filled with truth.
But your experience is a life of nightmares and lies.
It seems you have been targeted by the fires of hell.
It seems that your prayers never reach heaven.
IT'S FRIDAY!!! BUT SUNDAY IS COMING!!!
The changes you made to play the game caused pain.
Life has brought you mirages, mystery, and misery.
You have lost a lot but have found so little of anything.
When looking up, you see a few clear skies but mostly dark clouds.
IT'S FRIDAY!!!! BUT SUNDAY IS COMING!!!!
You have planted beautiful rose bushes that bear only thorns.
You have been disconnected, disowned, betrayed, and forsaken.
It floods on your parades, but it never rains in your desert.
You are too old; too young, too tall, too short, too everything.
IT'S FRIDAY!!!!! BUT REMEMBER, SUNDAY IS COMING!!!!!
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John 15:16 Ye have not chosen me, but I have chosen you, and ordained you, that ye should go and bring forth fruit, and that your fruit should remain: that whatsoever ye shall ask of the Father in my name, he may give it you.
I dreamed a dream about a little baby,
so innocent and sweet, a child
who knew the warmth of hope,
the melody of God’s precious love.
I dreamed a dream – as I spoke gently
divulging all I knew of the truth –
the way to meet Jesus and know God
experience the wonder of such miracles…
repent of all the sins you’ve known,
repent and agree to change – washed
by the blood of our precious Savior,
the One who covers our hearts is peace,
the One who stills the worst fears we meet,
the One who abides within where we need
to know the compassion that comes –
from glimpsing the light of our amazing SON.
I dreamed a dream, and voiced my faith
I told the child that love is full of grace
Love is the reply and what the heart awaits
when we’re seeking the answers,
yearning for the way…
He is the way, the truth, the life – He is everything!
Never stop believing – it is a love that won’t be leaving
He won’t let you down… this faith will bring a crown,
A crown that you will want to lay down
At the foot of Jesus, where all hope is found…
At the foot of Jesus, where love abounds
This is where I’ll know the meaning
Of love that never stops believing – the only love that has any meaning,
The love that is from God – to souls who He chose,
Those who believe and never stop seeking – the ONE
Who remains, the most beautiful gift – His only Son,
The One who stills our doubts and offers a way out,
From the darkness that defeats,- He strengthens the weak,
And offers complete peace to those who truly believe!
Surgical operation, physiotherapy,
exercise and painkillers
(I hate every pill, they make me dizzy)
Neuropathic pain can be
violent and incomprehensible
It is subjective and personal,
an emotional experience
A short time of pain we can accept
Pain that lasts a long time
makes everyday life complicated
But it goes a little better every day
05/05/2021
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
The Immeasurable silence
Broken only by a haunting tune.
playing the lyrics of a warbling taste,
Lifts the atmosphere in the room.
The gloom we assume from the outdoor,
Sweeps inside like a discontented broom.
Dusting down the ceiling to the floor,
And make windows immaculately groom.
They look the part and dress appropriately,
impression benign the obvious condition.
Physical appearance and state of society,
hidden within the silence of the nation.
Silence is an experience of distinction,
First impression last longest in memory.
The response of verbal non communication,
Received by those visiting the country.
Accent and posture of voices can devise
And divide the needs of wanton friendship.
Some days intrigue is a compromise,
To pierce the armoury of culture tight lip.
Too Near To Death
I have lived too near to death
to give it sway, walked hand in hand,
weighed it in the balance of the days
hidden in the darkness of its lies.
For death is neither quick, nor well
prepared, unsure why he was summoned
way too soon to tend the dying of one
bent on life. So it was we walked our
lonely path brought together by the
whim of chance, entwined in tryst
of tyrants killing will, bound in a
union cursed from the start, a dance for
which he never had the heart, as
death prefers the sudden form of
self and rues the days he wandered
at my side. I have touched the hem of
death’s long, putrid robes, tempted
him in times of failing trust, toyed
with the freedom of release, begged
for the silence of his peace, and yet
refused to use his hands to comfort
me, withdrew my pleas, for I had sworn
an oath to never give the bastards call
to gloat - so stood and honed my anger
into truth - so stood and waged my
battle with life’s brute. Death wept at
our parting, freeing me from debts
life had incurred. Death wept on
hearing of the horrors I’d endured.
I have been close to death and found
that he is in no rush - for time is his
lone ally. For all of us must die
and even Death himself takes issue
when he must come too soon.
10/23/2014
Submitted to Near Death or Near Life Experience – Poetry contest
sponsor – Anthony Slausen
There are some things we cannot control
Life will unfold in many shades of glory
Your story will experience a measure of everything!
Tell Your Heart To Beat Again
Tell your heart to beat again
Your life has a brand new song
When things went wrong
You remained strong because
You belong to a brand new destiny!
There are some things we cannot control
There are some things in life we cannot change
There are some things in life we can never explain and
There are some things in life we will never answer
So tell your heart to beat again and sing a new song!
The weather in our lives will always change
The seasons bring the shift we need
So that we can feed off any situation
Even in the face of adversity!
Nothing can go to waste
As humans, we must taste
A reflection of every emotion
So tell your heart to beat again and sing a new song!
Tell your heart to beat again
Your life has a brand new song
When things went wrong
You remained strong because
You belong to a brand new destiny!
There are some things we cannot control
Life will unfold in many shades of glory
Your story will experience a measure of everything!
Mark Frank
Copyright 2022
I’m finally going to get on that platform
on the 18th of next month,
for a first-time, one-time performance.
The once, seemingly impossible will come fully true,
which seems like a lot narratively.
It’ll be like leaving home—but we’re crashing out.
Moving on to other plot points, big topics and intense missions.
We’re all caustically optimistic.
Although there’s a cellular-level pull to move on
we can’t help but feel a hesitancy to jump into our multifarious futures.
We’ve never been improvident.
In my personal pool of experience, when I feel alone,
friendless and unseen, this unintelligible fear noise arises,
and I'm tempted to tap out. But I never have.
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Songs for this:
walk but in a garden by LLusion
What Dreams Are Made Of by Evann McIntosh
I Like You (A Happier Song) [feat. Doja Cat] by Post Malone