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Usually,
I know how to keep calm
But not that day.
That day anger took over.
I lost awareness.
It happened so fast
I felt my heart and my voice rising.
I did nothing to stop.
After the incident,
I felt terrible,
My heart ached
It was that bad.
I was shocked with my own self
I'm not proud.
I knew better.
There is no excuse.
Let them push me to the edge.
Yes, there was another option.
Sadly, this time the rage has won.
I know more situations will come.
I should be more prepared.
Focus on my breathing.
Don't listen to the voice of anger.
Who will be the winner next time.
Love bewitches
While certainty is almost not real,
what is the allure of love and its deal.
The trembling stories filling many books,
the playground of temptation and its looks.
The chemistry in moon light haunted,
irrational thoughts unbounded.
The secret in more than anything else,
and being the observing intense myself.
When all is nothing beside it thinks,
and stupid melodies nonstop sings.
Dreaming doors just open wide,
filling every texture with you beside.
Touching eyes graving sensation,
bodily frictions as salvation.
When worlds collide and gently intricate,
nothing but delightful incident.
Is this the complex firmament all felt,
constant twilight motions as loving imitation dwelt.
Fragile symbols meeting rocks to engrave,
for centuries to be saved.
When lips that touch not meaning much,
having the magic endurance as such.
My dear brother Butch,
Hair are the highlights of my week:
I got a job at the Hairway to Heaven salon!
Our motto: "We color your hair or dye trying"
When the interviewer said "I mustache you a question..."
I answered, "May I mullet over?"
Seriously, working there is a shear delight,
with some nice fringe benefits
They're a real cut above the rest
and I shave a lot of money on hair products...
I bought Dad a comb for Father's Day… I bet he'll never part with it
It is a long drive to the salon, but now I know all the short cuts
Oh hey, I know hair-growth seminars are not your style, but
call up your receding hairline buddies and comb on over!
It was great to see you last week, you are looking so trim!
I still feel terrible about the curling iron incident…
You can rest a-sheared I'll straighten it out
but I mussed warn you, you might get fro straighted
Just remember, $15 for a hairpiece is a small price toupée
You may not like short hair at first, but it will grow on you
...that's the mane thing
Did you hear Mom and Dad had a brush with death?
It was a very hairy situation with a real twist:
buzzing down the highway at a decent clip
someone tried to cut them off
Mom was ready to wig out, curl up and dye, but thankfully
Dad went to great lengths to avoid an accident
so there was no permanent damage
you had to see it to be-weave it
Ok, time for a couple of jokes to lighten the mood:
How does the man on the moon trim his hair?
Eclipse.
Why did Pavlov have such fabulous looking hair?
Conditioning.
Why do felines groom with their tongues?
They can't find their catacombs.
Why did the little girl watch "Black Stallion" more than "Babe"?
She liked pony tales more than pig tales.
What was the barber's sign before he went on vacation?
"Hair today, gone to Maui"
Did you hear about the novelty store selling fake piles of dung?
It was sham poo.
Just teasing!
Take hair,
Curly
Fugitive Forrest
Running...Oh how he hates running...
He feels like Forrest Flippin Gump,
because he has ran non-stop...Since...
Since The Incident..."I'm Innocent"!!!
Already 2,426 miles away...But not far
enough...never far enough...
Felling that they are always closing
in on him...His breathing quickens...
Screaming...Yelling at God for hating him...
He prayed though not everyday, but surely?
Surely God knew he's a Believer...
Was a Believer, past tense..."I'm Innocent"!!!
It was self defense...Against the police department?
It doesn't work that way...Life as a runaway...
They are going to kill him for this...No statement...
It was 3 unidentified men...His breathing quickens...
All over the news...On every front page...Just great!
Why didn't they say police? They could've been anybody...
Not today...Just 3 sheriff deputies...Gunned down to
get away...And hasn't stopped running since..."I'm Innocent"!!!
troubled youth
void of couth
non-cognizant of devious stratagems
possessing them
in hidden silence
keeping alive — the violence
causin' mother's to mourn
mourn the loss of their precious born
born with no silver spoon
blood shed—gone way too soon
fightin’ not to be punked
refuse to give up the goods
or some other replaceable junk
thinkin' 'bout momma bought it with hard earned dough
would she want you to give up your life for it though?
she'd tell you with the quickness—hell no!
let that crap go!
so you see— Common—had sense
he gave up that schwinn
for a salient win
what was to come he couldn’t fathom back then
but “it all makes sense in the end”...
Inspired by a televised one on one interview with Sam Jones, featuring, author, actor, rapper; Common. He shared an incident that took place a long time ago while growing up, where his bike was forcibly taken away from him. A bike he cherished, as his mother purchased it for him at a time when times were tough. He shared he regrets, still today that he did not fight for it.
Granted, his regret I'm sure goes so much more deeper than winning a fight to keep a bike; but because he was the wiser, better, stronger person to let it go; he's had the opportunity to be a much needed positive voice...
Write a poem of love?
Aye, aye, aye.
(Sigh)
I'll try....
It's like trying to recall a violent crime.
Describe the incident.
Details, be specific.
My body shakes.
Tears flow uncontrollably.
Who did this to me?
A police shows potential suspects,
questions my best guess.
I gaze at the faces, blankly.
Quite frankly, each looks the same:
a cruel man without a name.
So there becomes my frame---
They ARE all the same.
To ALL them is my blame.
A bitter woman I became,
claiming rapists among the tame.
You're one. So are you, and you, too.
Closed heart. Fearful, angry view.
Convicting the innocent.
Condemning them,
so the one possessing my torn out heart
still held it
in prison.
I waited for their impending death.
Instead I died.
I died inside.
Where is love?
Help me find
a safe place to hide .
Derek Chauvin has been found guilty:
of unintentional murder in the second degree,
of murder in the third degree,
and manslaughter in the second degree.
"I can't breathe" was George Floyd's last uttered sound
as former police officer Chauvin pinned Floyd's head to the ground.
After this fatal incident occurred in Minnesota,
there were widespread protests all over America.
Along with Chauvin's civil rights infraction,
he has also been booked with tax evasion.
So passes another episode of race-related crime
as Chauvin goes to prison to serve his time.
from various news sources
I wrote this, because of an incident that happened to me yesterday. I went into a men's room at a store. The design was deceiving, a hand sink was place between the partitions in line with the urinals, I confess, I didn't wash my hands
The Perils Of Porcelain by JT Curtis Feb 17 2015
McGee had a few to many
And stood up to go to the loo
As Finn chugged his drink
Then said "Yes, I tink
dat I gonna 'ave to go too"
Now, McGee looked a bit unsteady
Finn said "Kin you walk on your own"
"Finn, It may take a while
To get down the isle
Bot, I've been doing it
for YEARS on me own"
Well they entered the gents together
And each of them chose their own stall
But after a while McGee with a smile
Said "I tink dis urinal's a bit tall"
So Finn glanced around the partition
And gave McGee a quick wink
"I know you have done dis forever
but I hope it's not been in dat sink"
Brother, I can't do this, the twists and turns of betrayal
I hoped to see you again, as you reached out after 20 years
- I still want to -
I remember our sledding, our rubix cube fun, our playing in the sun
I remember the peacock feather, your stuffed tiger with green eyes
I remember the Malibu you let me use, the court incident later
The first time I saw you cry and.thankful I was alive, then
But, as the truth was spoken later and you changed growing up,
it turned into a spectrum of ongoing sly actions hurting me
You were always standing by the people who did harm
Falling into brainwashing that it was me, the blacksheep,
that disrupted the family and caused all the problems
How? From speaking the truth! Yes, speaking the truth!
I did not harm any of you, in fact I had empathy for all you endured
Then came the betrayal, the loss, the sneaky games for years
The conniving people destroyed our special relationship
- Now, how is it to be re-built? -
When there are no apologies, no discussion of these things
Only expectations for me to be fine, as if nothing happened
I am haunted by when I had cancer and you didn't care if I died
When I survived, your reply was, " you just keep on going don't you" ?
That annoyed response you had burned inside me wondering how it can be?
My truth was your worst enemy and I seemed to be so too!
I am sorry the truth hurts so much and I chose to heal
Now, I can't snap my fingers, see you, especially when it's not one on one
And pretend as if none of this happened, the very root of all the problems!
Yet, here I sit, still missing our good old times, wanting to see you
Heidi Sands
5/8/25
(C)opyright
Am still remember,
When it is still standing.
I tried to climb it,
So that I will finally find myself behind it.
As it where my journey end,
where I will hold my diamonds by my hands.
How can I forget that punch I got.
When am still trying to reach the top,
so it will be easy for me flowing down to the gift of my heart.
But the favor never looked at me.
As before I reach the top,
I came back like a piece of paper after a big wind.
Now the rain of my happiness is raining.
Because that incident never changed my heart destiny.
My heart took it as the correction of the trial I haven't achieved.
That's why my hopes blusted that mountain like when am breaking eggs.
Now am enjoying the fruits of being brave.
As now the road ended.
As there's no more sweating for fighting with storms on the way.
As there's no more obstacles.
The road ended,
The diamonds are on my hands.