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Am I ok to be dull,
Is it fine to be without
YOU AND STILL SHINE.?
Will I be a joyful
memory in your mind.
I asked:
TRUE LOVE SAYS IT'S
okay to be happy
apart from me.
Never replace my
joyous gift with grief.
In the spaces or gaps.
Your light should
fill- in, removing,sadness,
with a "well lived life".
He expressed:
Be happy ,with me-
or apart from me;
Love wouldn't have it
ANY-OTHER WAY.
He reiterated:
What's Understood;
needs no explanation
He said:
What kind of man would I be,
IF I REJOICED IN YOUR
MISSING ME.
KNOWING,that
I may never return.
He spoke again:
You have taught me that happiness
and all of it's glory will never die.
And sadness lingers on for ever.
Said I:
Away from you by
death or by distance.
Will still leave me responsible
for your smile.
From the brightness of your smile;
Everyone will be aware, that it be I
who put it there-
Even after years have passed
You with your new love,
Alas !
It would be me that left you
"Glowing"
He reported:
All the records will be
set straight and show,
That I was the man
"who brought out the best in you-
made joy in the depths of you".
He chanted:
I then realized my joy could never
subcomb to sadness again;
Neither to death- nor poverty -
not time- nor distance.
So I will rejoice when you come,
I'll live off the memories
your endless joy has brung.
So until you come again,
I will smile and illuminate
the days so brightly.
So bright... that even the next man
will praise your ways
and ask me to share the secret of your magic
I shall live in memories of happy days;
In the cheerful thoughts of men.
Final # episode of love
I dreamt of embracing the abyss
I slept in silence and grief
Exterminate my negativity
Make me feel whole...fill in my holes...and lead me to eternal bliss and prosperity
Time is ticking like a bomb about to blow up into smoke and flame
It alarms to say this, but how DARE you waste my valuable time
Bite the bullet (ooh ohh ohh ohh yeah)
Bite the bullet...see right through it...
See right through my pain
And I'm still waiting for His healing rain
To shower upon me relief...
(ooh x7)
Don't drown in stress and misery...reach and hold on to the rope of hope
With a firm grip...
Of reality
Or are you willing to accept
My helping hand?
Allow me escort you to the Promise Land
Bite the bullet (ooh ohh ohh ohh yeah)
Bite the bullet...see right through it...
See right through my pain
And I'm still waiting for His healing rain
To shower upon me relief...
(ooh x7)
I dreamt of embracing the abyss
I slept in silence and grief
Exterminate my negativity
Make me feel whole...fill in my holes...and lead me to eternal bliss and prosperity
Bite the bullet (ooh ohh ohh ohh yeah)
Bite the bullet...see right through it...
See right through my pain
And I'm still waiting for His healing rain
To shower upon me relief...
(ooh x7)
Time is ringing like a church bell in the night...it's your time to say goodbye and it's our time to explore the light...
In goodbye...oh, how time flies...
Conceal the farewells...and blow away the woeful lies
Bite the bullet (ooh ohh ohh ohh yeah)
Bite the bullet...see right through it...
See right through my pain
And I'm still waiting for His healing rain
To shower upon me relief...
(ooh x7)
Bite the bullet
And snatch the rope
Ignore to rising debt
And marry good luck...
And catch gratifying hope
Before it slips away into the raging waters
Bite the bullet (ooh ohh ohh ohh yeah)
Bite the bullet...see right through it...
See right through my pain
And I'm still waiting for His healing rain
To shower upon me relief...
(ooh x7)
You and I will watch the sunset and the gorgeous waterfalls
If I'm not available, leave me a message and remember to always remember that
God always answers His calls
In answer to (but not contest) "Please Pull Up A Chair"
By are own Becca Teagan
I just couldn't resist have fun with this myself
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No, no, no this never will do
I can't pull up a chair
And just sit here with you
There's patrons around us
It's quite plain to see
They're waiting to order
I'm sure you'll agree
I'm not just "Top Waiter"
Here at "The Hat"
I'm actually everyone else
In the staff
But, I have a clever
And novel idea
I will find someone handy
To takeover here
In fact if you're willing
And know cheddar from brie
I'm sure you'll do find
Filling in here for me
Here is my apron
It fits like a charm
And please don't forget
This towel, for your arm
I think I will start
With some moodberry wine
There's a bottle out back
With a sign that says "MINE"
Or better yet, since you're
Paying for this
I'll take a fine vintage
From the top, of the list
And a tray of weepopits
All tucked in their shells
The appetizer, I'm sure
Sure would go well
"What's that you say
Please say it again,"
You don't want, me to sit
You don't want, to fill in
You don't want me to spend
Some time off of my feet
You only came here
Cause you wanted to eat
Well that is just find
My find feathered friend
Just don't ask me to sit
At your table again.
Excited to be given freedom to play,
I run to my art studio and begin dabbling.
I have already created thirteen new
canvases – penned and ready to fill in with paint.
My dogs are pawing at the glass slider, wanting entrance.
I allow them to come in, but warn them they will have
to sit. Buddy, my large puppy gets under my arm,
flinging it into the air. I let him back out.
Sophie Helen, my cocker is twelve years older.
She lies down, because she wants to stay.
Buddy knocks on the slider and I let him back in.
The dogs lie rear end to rear end, not facing each other.
I telephone some friends, listen to them on speaker
while I paint. My heart is singing. Painting is my meditation.
It is a terrific time to listen and encourage others
while I play, and it makes my dogs happy.
Von Hess, she called to him as h walked
through the forest as if he were
walking through jungle. his task was to
jack the side of the shipping container
and install the fiberglass holding tank
that he forgot to bring the day
we constructed the site.Zabada, she
said I heard you are only used to
fill-in for others. He disappeared
beneath the container
doing his work: he stuck his head out
and told "her you have to start somewhere"!
She told him, this is meant to stroke your
ego, this is meant to make you understand,
i have seen you at your best and there are fewer
than a handful better than you. conscious and
semi-consciousness you have ended bout
afte bout victorious, mind you we
have spent time and money honing your craft,
don't let these people straddle you over
the harness, to acheive their own agenda! "i hear you
Honey pass me the sealant!" moments later
she heard him grunt, he than scooted from under
the container and got up, ' all things in time, babe,let's
get some relish for the saucage,i'm hungry!"
In the nearly 200 countries in this world spread out across the 7 seas
how lucky are we to discover friends with whom to share our histories.
Two old friends decided to get together…they hadn’t sees each other in years
Will he remember me? one wondered…Will he recognize me? the other feared.
They’d both grown a little older…but doubts…they immediately overcame
because their eyes had that same sparkle…their smiles were the same.
They sat down and reminisced about the last time their paths crossed
Immediately forgetting all the time between them they had lost.
They talked about their childhoods, their children, their ailments…and more
remembering and laughing at good times they shared before….
And when they were finished…they walked away contented…each one giving thanks
for this time they had together…to fill in all the blanks…
To get caught up on each other’s lives…to renew their laughter…their friendship…
and then
parting with the knowledge…their paths shall cross again.
And glad to know in nearly 200 countries….across the 7 seas
they were lucky enough to find someone with whom to share their memories.
Wearing a snapback on the highway,
cherry-stained lips from a sno-cone.
I fill in the blank ‘Zip code hooray’.
I have been waiting to leave all day.
It’s finally time and my mind is blown,
wearing a snapback on the highway.
Cannot work this hard and not play,
carrying a bag and a palm stone.
I fill in the blank ‘Zip code hooray.’
Oh the thrill of being a runaway,
leading that group or at it alone.
Wearing a snapback on the highway.
Zero knowledge of where to stay,
I’m chasing a cabin and cobblestone.
I fill in the blank ‘Zip code hooray.’
Four tires on fire the world drifts away
as nature swallows my entire phone.
Wearing a snapback on the highway,
I fill in the blank ‘Zip code hooray.’
Dark room
No light shines through;
Coldness precipitates
~~~~~~~~~
Post-It note
Message in brief;
Lunch meeting detour
~~~~~~~~~
Birthday party
Another milestone;
Planet earth agrees
~~~~~~~~~
Celebration party
Family banquet;
Feast for fond hearts
~~~~~~~~~
Shopping spree
Goodies galore;
Window shopping
~~~~~~~~~
Busy occupations
Soldier and teacher;
Love affair complete
~~~~~~~~~
Ancient tree
Witness to happenings;
Keeps fond secrets
~~~~~~~~~
Deserted alley
Midnight raindrops;
Black cat rowdy
~~~~~~~~~
Quayside bum boats
Buoyant swaying;
Chilly winds ply
~~~~~~~~~
Library card
Relic of old;
Digital revolution
~~~~~~~~~
My neighbour's child
Stares curiously;
Lift congregation
~~~~~~~~~
Ghost writing project
Fill in the blanks;
Glorify the boss
~~~~~~~~~
Death comes stealing
Prey beyond pray;
Not much to say
~~~~~~~~~
Corpse in casket
Dead relative;
Healthy cremation
~~~~~~~~~
Eulogy message
So and so lived;
Now death prevails
~~~~~~~~~
Thought for the day:
Be brave and kind;
Make up your mind
~~~~~~~~~
Look beyond words
Meaning survives;
Only in light
~~~~~~~~~
Be not afraid
Darkness is canvas;
Stars now come out
~~~~~~~~~
Evening passage
Journey home;
Beyond despair
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
28 August 2014
Singapore
I'm sorry by the other girls' mistakes you now suffer deep-rooted PTSD
But please use a lifeline in your heart - and if I'm your last one - believe me
You're so observant, alert, and with accurate intuition you see
Admit to me that for a while now - you can see you're the reason I breathe
I am not the one who has wronged you in your past
When I love, I love with ALL I have - passionately making us forever last
If there's something troubling you and eating at you, all you do is talk & ask
To the one you TRULY love with all your soul - NEVER wear a mask
To the one you love with all your soul, NEVER deceive, cheat, or lie
If one day you're wanting true love - go out of your comfort-zone and try
Never in front of or behind - always remaining next to your best side
Communication, consistency, chemistry, & connections will then all collide
My one and only - and your one and only, too
I challenge you with me to create something magically anew
I'm on something completely different - and something tells me you knew
I've come into your world to fill it with vivid colors - from your sickly blue
You're up and down with me, but you truly make an effort to try with me
What if we find out later, it's each other that sets our hearts blazingly free?
What if we find out later, it's each other that makes us clearly see?
Recognize we ARE the ones who make each other the best we can be
If you spend your time painstakingly pushing all of me away
Then you still haven't forgiven them - or yourself - even today
If in your head those bad memories repeat over and over like a play
There's no way you are truthful about how much you loved me yesterday
If you fill in stories, quotes, and situations with fake and synthetic emotions
It becomes the difference between witch's poisons and potions
So I make very certain I watch every word, clue, action, body, and motions
If I'm secure in your life - my love would overfill this universe's oceans
there was a man
a small man
-a little man
-a tiny man
a small little tiny
man who found a-tiny-small-little-something
he pulled on it -and realized it had give
he pulled -this stretchy-little-small-tiny
thing and it kept stretching this was when the
small man - who was a flimflam man after all
realized he had a workable-fraud
realized he had found something
big -really-big it was more than a
stretchy band it was a movement
one he’d sstretchh beyond one’s expectations
you could recognize him -by his large
*mouth - and by his *tiny little hands
*optional
you may fill in the word *filthy before mouth
or before tiny or both as you please -please
armand~