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Hard as a rock, Strong as a tree! Hurt again and again? But your not breaking me! A cut is a
wound, An insult? just a name. I wont let you get to me, I'll continue pushing in the strain.
Do your worst! I can take your beating! Put me in my place, I can take the bleeding. I'll take
it all, without any breaking! Do your best, I'll take all the taking! When I'm alone, and your
far gone? Tears might flow? But you'll think I'm strong! I'll finally let it go, Falling down, bit
by bit, On the brink of insanity? Then regain my grip! Broken and battered, on the verge of
giving up? You wont see any of this! You'll think I'm strong enough! Nothing else matters, I'll
never satisfy you, You may see a slight tear? and think you won? But You Didnt! I swear that
on my sons! We all deal with it differently, The pain we feel inside? Some of us run? most of
us hide. Giving up isnt an option;because anger always wins. We dont choose when the pain
begins, We dont know how to stop it? As we beg for the end! I have some secrets I hide
beneath my sleeves. With a million scars and bruises, that never let me be? When the
pressure grows under the skin I hold so tight? I'll know it became too much? And begin
letting go of my fight! My eyes shine from all the unshed tears? I cant disguise anymore all
the hurt and fear. I wonder when its all going to let up? While trying to fight, maintain, and
keep my head up! Times are hard and trying at its best? I should lay my head down to rest?
Wanting to close my eyes, and bow my head in defeat? Just hold on a little longer, Not just
yet? This will only make you stronger! I start to build my faith back up, preparing to dodge
the next punch? I breath in slow, exhale deep. When walking away, Tears fall in discreet!
The time has come to finally let go? Still I will never give you what you want! It will always
be a different show. I will never break, the way you want. I will never let you see. You will
never enjoy the breaking inside of me! Bring your pain forever? If you feel the need? But I
promise on everything ! You will only Envy me! Watching it all, from a front row seat !
7/5/22
Can it be done? Possibly
Will I do it underneath the moon and sun? Probably
Honestly
It all use to bother me
I was born in it, but I don't want to die in poverty
For a long time I was doing it improperly
Living constantly
In monotony
Some inside and out hard as a rock others fragile like pottery
Many shopping designer or at the Dollar Tree
Constant thefts and scams becoming unpunished robberies
Soul has been cleansed
Already made amends
Unless you want to actually be friends
Please don't talk to me
You think you can relate with the advice you offer me
Yet behind my back its mockery
Never once been a shock to me
So f*** off with the half-assed camaraderie
The same can be said for hypocrisy
Excessive debauchery
How dare you treat another human like property
A f***** up economy
Yet another stupid policy
Whatever happened to equality
For many a lifelong struggle unless they hit the lottery
No matter about being an oddity
Ready to continue the odyssey
Holding it down solidly
Rarely do I f*** with cottage cheese
Bulls*** is what they often seem to be offering
Pondering like Socrates
Nearby several Olive trees
As I feel calm at ease
Every now and then gusts with a small breeze
A heart of gold, meanwhile continual wannabes
If I'm wrong, I man up and correct it with more than apologies
Still a world full of animosities
Half the time, you'd think it was done thoughtlessly
Often occurring vertically and horizontally
At this point, little need for a glossary
In the air, all around the land and across the seas
Moving around wisely instead of just cautiously
Girl I just want you to walk with me
I thought about you subconsciously
Thinking about you day and night with curiosity
But I got caught up on all this new technology
Moving around like a walking zombie
Not an anomaly
Despite occasional changes in viscosity
It can be traced back to the source having a pathology
It's no mystery
Shown throughout history
This pattern has repeated itself rather viciously
The cycle will not go on until infinity
In the end, how can we be on the same page when we see differently
On my side of the hemisphere, Old Man Winter begins in December
and meanders through the earth with cold, ice, and snow. With ice-
laced winds, he lashes against my skin, and no one calls it a sin.
He renders the soil under my feet hard as a rock against whom
my socks have no defense. That's why I like September. She
neither burns not freezes, but with a tender stroke, she pleases me.
Spring is mostly nice as she melts the ice along with her bursting force
with new life, resurrecting things long put to death by Winter's sword.
The sound of 'April' is a charm with the melodic tunes of a song that's
arresting and captivating. She's sometimes a teaser though, setting you
up for a windy ride. She may even swallow you in a flood or blow you
away in a tornado. But by and large, she serves the planet well. All the
same though, I like September who doesn't tease but pleases me well.
And oh, the joys of summer are endless. The wedding bells of June;
the show and tells of vacations to distant places. Some like it hot,
lying on their cots and bathing in the sun. Others like being soothed
by the cool beaches and back yard pools. But be warned of the pain
and rain from hurricanes. And be prepared to endure the smoke filled
skies from the heavy flames of wild fires. There's just no comparison
to Sweet September with her savory treats of tranquilities to remember.
I anticipate the golden trees just before they shed their autumn leaves.
September charms me with musical chimes on mild Autumn nights.
The choice is mine, and it's a happy time when September arrives.
091621PS
Dear exam
Sincerely I don’t hate you, I just don’t like you
To be fair, I don’t think anybody does
You issue countless threats in the name of tests
A series of poison in carefully measured dosage
Administered by well-trained ‘motivational speakers’ who apparently knows more about my life than I
They mean well I can’t deny
But the way they sugar coat high blood pressure, depression, diabetes and serve it with a smile
I can’t help but think they are in on it
Thinking about you is sleep depriving
Preparing for you is depressing
If I die now, I’d go straight to heaven because you’ve scared the hell out of me
You have me working so hard to earn your approval
Failure of which I prove to be a nobody
My parents believe in you, how you got them to is beyond me
They have bet my success or failure in life on you
Every mark I score, every grade I get reflects a future
A delusional believe that you can bring a fortune
But you and I both know that is not entirely true, is it?
Anxiety attacks and depression are a possibility
Ulcers and paranoia are a guarantee
But the sad thing is, all this anger and pain, is because I flanked the last paper
And I’m afraid, I’m so afraid of my future.
Mathematics is a headache
Economics is a heartache
Biology is a sweetheart and pass it am certain
But last time I scored an E in religion, I had to wonder if I was satan
History is past tense, I buried it with legends
Gave my undivided attention to geography, but damn it’s hard as a rock
I loved chemistry, till I saw you in it
You are such a mole, I even lost the concept
My spoken language is perfect, too bad it can’t be reflected when I write you
I mean…how do I see gray in black and white?
You are so small but the ripple effect is seismic
Instead of helping you just here to tease me.
I hate to tell you that I told you but I told you
I don’t hate you, I just don’t like you.
Some think that happiness is having lots of things,
I dispute your mundane point of view and come Christmas Eve,
I would like to ride my sleight and be Santa for a night...
but I would need the fastest reindeers, not four wheels;
and down dark chimneys, I would quietly slide and soon leave
through the front door like a thief who's getting away in dim light.
I had better not see some of you peak behind a door,
you must be fully asleep, otherwise no presents at all;
I fear that not many will heed what I am saying and to those
kids listening: more gifts I'll put under their fireplace,
but to the ones who are disobedient, nothing I will give!
Hurry to bed and make those wishes and in me believe!
I hear someone giggling, not taking me seriously when I fantasize,
and just because I have a beard and white hair like your grandpa does,
it doesn't mean I am not fit to ride as a young man can and be on time...
tonight nothing can stop me from being Santa for a night:
I must hurry and load my sacks on this sleight and riding away!
Look! I am riding over towns and cities, mountains and seas...I will arrive!
No evening has ever been so quite, every street is buried in deep snow,
lampposts twinkle replacing the invisible lovely stars, only owls eyes glow...
ah, its a ghost town before midnight...usually kids stay out late and have snow fights!
Ah, slick children they are hiding behind windows with eyes as bright as lights!
But feeling their little anxious hearts beat, I shouldn't be as hard as a rock...
all this lonely, old man desires is to wish all Happy Holidays and be Santa for a night!
Granny said there’s signs from nature we’ll get,
and it would behoove us not to forget.
You’d best listen when she threw out her words,
because she knew the ways of critters and birds.
She knew how to read the nature she’d see,
more accurate than some guy on TV.
She could tell if it was fixin’ to rain,
if we’d have hard winter or early spring.
Things like how an Ozark persimmon’s seed,
will tell if it’s a snow shovel you’ll need.
When autumn’s squirrels up and disappear,
then old man winter will be coming near.
If the air’s heavy and you’re feeling low,
more than likely a storm’s going to show.
But if the air is crisp and full of light,
then you better be out hunting tonight.
When there’s a misty ring around the moon,
tulips and pimpernel close up their bloom.
If the flowers have cranked up their smell,
rain is on the way is what these foretell.
If a rainbow rises high in the east,
then that means the chance of rain is the least.
But when it shows its face low in the west,
that’s when any chance of rain is the best.
See a Red sky at night, sailors delight,
red sky of morning, sailor take warning.
If the sheep are gathered in a huddle,
then you’ll be stepping into a puddle.
When leaves fall early winter will be mild,
when leaves fall later winter will be wild.
If leaves wither but don’t fall to the ground,
an extra cold winter will hang around.
If roosters start molting before the hen,
can look for a winter that’s mild and thin.
If the hen starts molting before the cock,
then prepare for a freeze hard as a rock.
acoustic guitar in his hands
with hair falling down or
shoegazing with tight black jeans or
black leather, his
bulge showing,
thick, long,
like a python growing &
slinking down his inner thigh
&
sweat rolling down or
perhaps the oil that gets sprayed on
him by the cronies trying to market him
like PEZ,
straddling his Les Paul
like it was an eager Friday night groupie or
riding his Fender as if he thought it was his
last night before a 10 year stint &
her heart beats like a Labor Day parade drum
roll, eyes wide like she’s been chomping on
black beauties (as if they were M & M’s)
all early morn,
nipples hard, moist down below, vein pumping
in her neck with the need to
grind out her own satisfaction---
so she worships at the alter of the man &
another ticket’s been sold.
strutting in tight jeans that hug the curves or
tight lycra, tight mini skirt, tight
anything
that pulls right up, leaving nothing to the
imagination, with
breasts heaving,
hips swaying,
coated in oil (showered on her by the PEZ
marketers),
lips dripping lip gloss &
a Lez Paul between her legs,
or a microphone gripped tight in her hands
bringing it up to her mouth,
she stares back at him with the bass
pounding into his brain---
he is sprung & hard as a rock,
vein in his neck pulsating in rhythm with
the bass,
wanting nothing more than to
consummate his craze
by climbing up on stage---
so he is devoted to her every word,
bathing in idolatry &
another ticket’s been sold.
Tears of gory guilt
Run down my bark, a nectar
For the nightingale
No where to hide now
The sheer shame embraces me
Don't know what I know
Fears of warriors
In freeless tree forever...
Their eyes carved outside
Pupils follow me
Wherever I roam...you see?
Not a sparkling sea...
Embark me surreal
Feed me your sweat..your labor.......
Place my silver soul right there
The atmosphere bleeds
With the fear of ancestors
Eyes do shine - you're mine
The trees' irises
Project all shades of blue...green...
Let go of baggage
Your hues blend with theirs
Hues that are all but true
Throw off your loads... cares...
Arrow pierces heart
Strikes me that it gets chopped down
Into flames of...art...
Reality's demise
Ends here in this fantasy...
A wise world that sees
In vain, I weep green
The tears I shed is their sun
I welcome the moss
Foolishness of men -
That bogus gets left behind
Thieves get caught...they rot...
Grow upon me, weeds
Flowers and alike - come here...
Bushes sway...breeze strays
The morbid moon shines
Like the rest of the planets
Stars refuse to blink
As Hard as a rock,
I spiral to and fro...oh...
My mind's a black hole
They long for humans
To love them...they can't function
When they produce shame
Alas, neglected
Profuse remains buried...naught...
Passed away...infected
" We Shall Not Be Moved ... "
( Ezek. 3: 7, 8, 9 / Heb. 10: 32 - 39 )
Through All Infirmities
Through All Adversities
Through All Emergencies
& Empty Lies of Enemies ...
Through Great Enormities
One Thing's A Certainty:
The Almighty - Immensity
... Of Everlasting-Arms Entity ...
... Strong As A Stone
Hard As A Rock
Cement Walls ...
Block By Block
Bricked By Bricked
Bolder By Boulder
This Will Never
Be Knocked Over ...
... To Gravel-Beds
Or Shards That Stabs
Nor Granite-Gutted
Nor Marble-Slabs ...
But Raised & Erected
Stalwart Resource - Ready
Solid-Structured
& Diamond-Spires - Steady
... Standing Up To
Ten-Billion Bull-Dozers!
For Our Mountain Fortress'
... Faith Is Stronger ...
(Isa. 2: 2, 3, 4)
Winds Will Rush & Bend
& Their Battering-Rams Will Break
For Fire and Water Aids Us
With A Fierce, Fiery-Lake ...
(Rev. 19: 8)
Doing What JAH and Christ
Had Proved ...
We ... Shall Not Be
... Moved -
(Heb. 10: 38, 39)
... Through All Infirmities
Through All Adversities
Through All Emergencies
& Empty Lies of Idolatries ...
Through Great Enormities
One Thing's A Certainty:
The Almighty - Immensity
... Of Everlasting-Love's Entity ...
Written & Copyrighted ©: 5/17/2014
by: MoonBee Canady
"Their Queen Pheromones"
Nectar
attracts
foraging
honey bees
with components
of their
Queen Pheromones
the butterflies beckon
their inner wasps
to sup on clover
four leafed, beds of velvet
green virgins unseen
herein slumbers
far too gone
to lie in wait
love expells
from his fevered pate
the crown of Lysander
fragrantly torrid
oriental orchids
for the hidden deep pink
in those errant
loose lusty forget-me-nots
whispering in the naked ones
those of deeper blue hues
thorny bent over, then
faces to the sun
long dark night violate blooms
those blushing black roses
supine against a lux body
of moist work
pushing lust and love
hard as a rock
in the fertile mind of
the luscious Lillith garden
no socks.
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
"I'm a fountain of blood
In the shape of a girl
You're the bird on the brim
Hypnotised by the whirl
Drink me, make me feel real
Wet your beak in the stream
Game we're playing is life
Love's a two-way dream “
"I'm a path of cinders
Burning under your feet
You're the one who walks me
I'm your one-way street”
"I'm a tree that grows hearts
One for each that you take
You're the intruder's hand
I'm the branch that you break”