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after playing ball the contestants make there way to the draw wall.
Felling sore from the ride before. no one knows whats in store.
Justin took quite the fall, carson gets his horse out of her stall.
they check in with the doc. and he suggests they stretch and go for a walk.
as kevin rolls in, no one knows where hes been
Gene is having a really great year, as he celeabrates with yet another beer
wes made the top five, hes starting to feel the vibe.
coch kelly, always clean and proper, was once quite the show stopper
the team sits around the table for lunch, as the pep tlak goes out to the bunch
tonight is the last of the season, as kevin pops a choclate reisen.
some will move on, some will stay, its not the ride its livin for the day
Rodeo is not about being the best, its about your lifes quest
two hours before the show and just going with the flow
wes and carson play with there ropes, as kevin looks for the saddle soap
gene checks his cinch, as justin pulls some snuff and takes a pinch.
kelly is busy shaking hands, as people start to fill the stands.
grand entry rolls in and the energy is felt throughout the pen
the anthem is played and the prayer is sent, who will make the rent
the hosres are loaded and ready to go, with the intry of funny man joe
grand entry has left and the cowboy is set, with the swing from the gate there off
like a jet.
Dreams are made and dreams will fade with every entry fee paid.
gene gets set his eyes are cold and hes destined to have a buckle full of gold
carson wrestles his steer and blows a knee, the crowd rises to see
justin slides up on his rope and feels just right, for hell make the ride of his life
tonight....
The show is over and the stock is fed we are thankfull noone is dead
reality is set and buckles are handed out, for some this is what their life is about
for some college rodeo has come to an end, but there is an open rodeo around
the bend.
sad but true this season is over, but not to worry, its just another beginning for
mr.Slover.
What Matters Most
Shadows linger in the living-room
It feels that something is watching over me
I like the way you make me smile...it wipes away the gloom
It sends those shadows far away at sea
Look around and you'll see
That you belong with me
Free your mind from rue
Potential is what I see in you
Ch: I just happened to bump into you - it was perfect like butter and toast
I had a temporary high and then, I greet grief...I know it's brief...
But, it makes me stop breathing and all hope seems to fade away like a ghost
Feeling dumb and wasting time...time that I should have used up for relief
Sounds like you focus too hard on worries than on what matters most
What matters most
What matters most is that you and I are meant to be together in unity
Smile, baby, smile for a little while now
You shine triumphantly somehow
Leaving so soon? No, I don't think so
So you say that you're going with the flow
Look around and you'll be
With me and all that's inside of me
This love in my heart beats on with unique passion constantly...rapidly...
It's like the dawn and the dusk colliding with each other in serenity
Ch
If I fall, would you be right next to me?
If I lose my grip, will you build me up? For I'm Mr. Lonely and you are something else I see
Would you catch me and pick me off my feet?
I noticed that you're as golden as wheat
If I hug you, would you accept my hugs?
I'm getting tired of throwing our uncertainties under dusty rugs
Chx2
Mirror my depression that traps me in gloom
It feels that I'm shielded by the strength of our vitality
Wrapped up in your clever play on words that drives away doom that leads us to our tomb
Your smile, though I don't see it, I feel it uplifting my spirits that were dampened by misery...
I'm closer to the finish line,
I can feel it just fine
Cure me from my disease of envy that's as bittersweet as red wine
Determined to overcome this for you alone...my brave love of mine
With glorious primordial certainty
the sun will rise, the sun will set;
likewise you languish knowing what you're about,
you know what is and isn’t so;
yet, ultimately, you don’t.
Chained to the chromium railings of
a sterile value system,
some terminal, addled suffragette,
hollow to the very core, quintessentially
punch-drunk by the ghost fists
of what you do not know;
sometimes you can dream, more often you won’t.
This is all you wanted, surely,
way back when Homer was a pup;
this thing you worked for, this cold material cocoon,
this anaesthetic cult to which you belong;
then again, maybe not.
All your wild beasts are chained and in cages
you painstakingly banged them up;
now you act surprised in a wrung-out
monochrome way
at the quiet death of your protest song
with the former self you have forgot.
Just as a virus will seek out a host,
just as water will find it’s own level;
you’re a schizoid, new age, careworn dolt
with no limits to how far your mind will sink
in unfathomable depths of self delusion.
Wrenched this way and that, going with the flow,
serving both God and the Devil;
but where now is the rebel heart,
the hedonistic happy fool,
the keeper of the demon drink?
no more than a crumbling memory,
the feeblest illusion.
Once burning with such crucial fire,
a quiver full of arrows shot with telescopic vision;
now all that burns no more, doubted by the rain
spat from black clouds of self denial;
no remnant traces of an ex-antihero.
Servile to the whims of children,
and an emasculating harpy
who regards you with derision;
you are alone your own executioner
self judge and juror at the kangaroo trial
self sentenced to figure less than zero.
this non conformist city
breathes a calm but edgy air
through gaps in the graffiti
and the street art everywhere
its face is sometimes brutal
but its heart and soul seem not
and it walks a sexy diverse walk
that’s cold yet somehow hot
(but I know I’m getting older
when those fun thoughts in my head
reject the swinging KitKatClub
for KitKat bars instead)
and all those wearing AirPods
sipping hot drinks on the go
pass tourists taking boat trips
slowly going with the flow
while the 'high tea' of a bratwurst
served from food trucks on the street
is eaten at tall tables
en plein air without a seat
and just like high end stores at home
the windows dress up nice
displaying bling that's priceless
- as it’s shown without its price
note too that no one jaywalks here
by crossing roads at will
not even during rush hour
when the traffic’s standing still
and when it comes to bridges
here’s a fact that crossed my mind:
there are more here than in Venice
and in Amsterdam combined
and by saving time by taking trams
that move berlin about
we spent time taking time in parks
where locals take time out
while the aiming and the shooting
by the wall towards the west
was just us aiming cell phones
shooting selfies with the rest.
but the death camp films and clothes we saw
of the many that were killed
brought tears that drowned a silence there
for the blood that humans spilled
and I cannot start to comprehend
the minds of those who kill
and just because I went there
- and just because I stood there
- and just because I wrote this
doesn’t mean I ever will.
My Life Comes Down To One Word,
Which Is Hell,
Half My Life My Eyes Seemed Blurred,
My Life Seems To Never Want To Get Well,
But It Does Excel,
Growing Up Was Hard Without A Father There All The Time,
My Mother Was There But Wasnt Trying,
My Momma Taught Me How To Be A Man Young,
It Didnt Hurt But It Still Stung,
Half The Time Growing Up I Wasnt A Kid,
I Had My Own Responsibilities,
I Was Young & Reckless,
I Wore My Heart Out Like A Necklace,
I Got Introduced To Drugs,
By The Time I Was 10 I Was Already A Thug,
Got Introduced To The Gang,
Started Commiting Crimes,
I Couldnt Even Tell You How Many Times,
Eventually Drugs Took Over My Life,
Theres So Many Times I Wanted To Turn To The Knife,
Suicide Seemed Like An Option Or A Way Out,
But I Learned Thats Not What Lifes About,
I Learned That Everything Happens For A Reason,
Just As The Sky Changes Because Of The Seasons,
Eventually I Did Time For All That I've Done,
I Did Get One Last Chance To Do Right,
I Took It & I Still Havent Let It Lose My Site,
Now Life Seems Brighter,
My Shoulders Seem Lighter,
I Seem To Be Getting Along Better,
But I Still Have My Doubts In Life,
But I Take Life One Day At A Time,
Im Taking It Slow,
Now Im Going With The Flow,
Staying On The Down Low,
Kicking It With Trevor(My Bro),
I Used To Tell People My Trains On One Track,
Now My Trains On Two & I Feel Brand New,
Now Im Focused On My Music & Gettin Heard,
Im Focused On Finding My True Love,
Now My Life Is A New Word,
Which Is Well,
& Ya Im Doin Swell,
I Hope Yours Is As Well.
DOODLES. By peter toland. Doodles is a local kid he loves to play football, he's the best I've ever seen it's like he's standing six foot tall, if you try run past him he'll always make a tackle, I really don't know what it is it's like you're in a shackle. On the surfboard he is cool he's acting like no fool, it's Like a natural thing for him like paddling at the pool. Nothing seems to scare doodles he's always on the go, his adrenalin keeps him going with the flow. Sometimes he plays a zombie a funny one at that, or maybe he will lick your face pretending he's a cat. When he is on YouTube he wants to make you see, there's lot of examples in this world where people are not free. He'll make you see that people some people really care, and he'll also show you people that really are not fair. Doodles is a good kid he wants to make you smile, that is why to see him I would certainly walk for miles. Every day I see him he learns me more and more, I could listen to him for hours it would never be a bore. I wrote this rhyme for doodles you know who you are, I'm thinking of showing it to you when I am from afar. I say this to you doodles you stand out from the crowd, you are special and unique I know all your family's proud. Now one final message I will say to doodles boy, keep on smiling doodles you give us so much joy. I think so highly of you It hurts to say goodbye, that's why I wrote this poem so it wouldn't make me cry. DOODLES is Ryan's new nickname, I think he likes it! Ryan is my nephew I wrote this poem about him!
Form:
I am scared, so I hold back.
No one compares, and that's a fact.
No double dares, keep trust intact.
Let's see who cares, and don't look back!
I want to follow you, while I still enjoy my view.
I think we should both try something new,
and see what it could do.
Will we make it through? I haven't got a clue.
But no one ever really knew,
what would happen if I followed you.
What if in all reality, you should follow me.....
so you can see what i can see,
where you would fit in my story.
I will show you what could be,
when we realize it was our own true destiny.
If you choose to follow me!
Give it your all, and let's just have fun.
Let's not drop the ball, so there's no where to run,
We can let down our wall, if we don't hold back none.
There's no way we'd fall, cause we've already won.
Show me who you are, and I'll show you where I'm at.
Together we'd go far, if we had each others back.
I could be your shooting star,
while you show me where loves lacked.
I really need to know, which way you will choose to go.
I want it to be as easy as going with the flow.
Changing daily as the wind does blow.
Together will you allow for us to grow?
Or will you say it isn't so?
Don't allow your expectations to fall below,
anything that doesn't glow,
I won't wait for far too long, so don't choose to do me wrong .
It's with you where I belong, so right now I'm holding strong.
In all reality, time will tell if this is meant to be.
So soon we both will see, if its really in our destiny.
(“Still Life”, 2021, original encaustic)
Hiding the Light
A lot has been happening in my life recently
And that’s a good thing considering
How staid and stodgy I’ve become
In old age.
But it’s still a challenge
And as one unexpected hurdle after another
Comes up, as always will,
I’m reminded, from some place deep in my past,
Perhaps best called my gut,
That now is the best time
To simply ‘go with the flow’.
My wife latches on to this axiom too
And so I know it has the universal resonance
Of truth,
My wife, being the embodiment,
Although long past 42, of the ultimate answer
To Life, The Universe, and Everything,
At least for me.
Then today I hear another truth
That strikes like an arrow to the heart,
A bull’s eye without room for doubt,
That the path for someone like me,
And maybe someone like you too,
Is to ‘hide the light’.
The light we are shines best
When we aren’t trying,
When we don’t even know it’s shining.
So this hiding of the light
Is for everyone involved
Since it doesn’t help anyone
To spin their wheels dwelling
Upon the obvious.
An honorable man needs no validation.
A beautiful woman needs no make-up.
And yet validation and a little make-up
Is all good too.
The light after all is something completely different
Maybe felt and not seen
Says it best,
But people are fooled
Much more by what they see than feel,
So hiding the light
Is as simple as going with the flow
Without concern for where it all goes.
(6/8/25)
If anything, please know I tried
I tripped, slipped and fell behind
I came up short, with empty hands
With two left feet, I tried to dance
I never fit inside the lines
The artist had a structured mind
Inside my head, the music played
The world around, I would evade
I imagined that, it went away
To my own beat, my body swayed
But there you stood, a tiny spot
An itty bitty, perfect dot
You longed for that which can't be bought
But mama failed, she forgot
Though it is a selfish thought
Please don't hate me for what I'm not
Each day, I plan
To begin again
A fresh new hand
I dare not bend
A blank page with no scribbles
And hand full of sharpened pencils
As soon as the led on the first pencil snaps
My fingers slip and lose grasp
A perfect package of expectations
Opened a moment too soon
I lose count of my loose ends
My day, now out of tune
I've come to terms with lack of luck
Deciding things just won't look up
I try so hard but for what
Now stubborn and bruised my ego is stuck
I imagine myself going with the flow
Despite my duck's unsightly row
And the fickle nature of that we know
No worries, my darling, mom will show
But now, my love, I finally see
That what I'm striving so hard to be
Is not your mother. It isn't me
It might be the lady down the street
With red lipstick and polished feet
A fictional character, possibly
Someone better, arguably
But perhaps I fulfill a different need
So I'll pass self love down the family tree
you opened your mind
and dropped your defences
you smiled at pretences
nodding blind, bending to the lies
you're connected to the tribe
you chatter and shout
mouthing simple phrases
spouting mindless praises
it sounded like clear sense
peddling common nonsense
was it worth fighting for?
a blood-soaked score
moving in circles, subdued
speaking in half-truths
exclaiming your virtues
going with the flow out to sea
are you where you wanted to be?
or did you die inside the stream
it'll lead you without remorse
stripping humanity, its only cause
it'll drive you insane
wrapping you in chains
while you cry "freedom"
from earthly refrains
A virus of the mind
infecting your senses
entrapped by your pretences
playing on selfish desires
creating falsehoods to admire
was it worth fighting for?
a blood-soaked score
moving in circles, subdued
speaking in half-truths
exclaiming your virtues
going with the flow out to sea
are you where you wanted to be?
or did you die inside the stream
you realise the truth, only too late
in dreams and faded memories
broken by promises of hate
already it has sealed your fate
day by day, you're fading away
as your mind slowly decays
was it worth fighting for?
a blood-soaked score
moving in circles, subdued
speaking in half-truths
exclaiming your virtues
going with the flow out to sea
are you where you wanted to be?
or did you die inside the stream