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Where Did My Life Go
Kevin Davis 2024
Where did my life go, how was I to know,
That I would grow to be old and still grow,
To learn things that I didn’t know before,
Just in time, like autumn leaves falling to the ground.
When I was younger, I thought I knew it all,
People would ask me many questions so dull.
From somewhere in the back of my head, I would discover,
The very answer to the question I had found.
I am not so smart, it's just that my head was filled,
With trivial things that others forgot, yet still,
I managed to convince professors and claim my prize,
Receiving degrees and licenses with pride.
In cheap frames, I hung them prominently on the wall,
For all to see what a smart man I am to all.
People did come to see me, and I hoped I didn't fail,
To find the hope and reason to abound in every tale.
So, we talked about their problems and formed plans of care,
Addressing personal needs, creating solutions fair.
Meeting individuals, couples, families, or groups,
We found the way for their relief, action-bound in loops.
Now my career has ended, I often work at times,
Helping others where I can, happy in these climbs.
Content with using my mind for others' peace,
Comforted in all the knowledge I've found, I find release.
Retirement during work life is often a fleeting dream,
But when it comes, it becomes day-to-day, it seems.
We retired still have much to offer beyond our experience,
It's our need to be around, to share wisdom with persistence.
We need to live our lives, be valued for who we are,
Loving and valuable, a vital resource to go far,
For the good of all, our essence is truly profound,
In life's symphony, now we are all that we ever wanted to be.
Land of the Lost
Time in time out
What's it all about
Got no freedom
Drunk on rum
Russian roulette full of fun
Empty barrel, trigger gun
Bust a cop
Prison mob
Modern warfare
Lord's prayer
Life's a steal
Keep it real
Living will
patients bill
File for divorce
Marriage course
False image
True discourage
Hating phase
Finger peace trace
Murder case
Birthplace
Where's my justice
Religion practice
Body full of lies
the truth dies
Overdrive
Sex thrive
Driver licenses
Fatal expense
Public enemy
Hermit disease
Auspice unity
Combined greedy
Foot prints
Heart dent
Failure to communicate
Achieve to hallucinate
Judged by hypocrite
3 seconds, 3000 kilobits
Every minute matters
For jugglers and gamblers
Every life has a cost
Land of the lost
By: P.D...
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GOD BLESS AMERICA
In the southern land of cotton, corn, hay, and beans,
where it seems that through clouds and rain, the sun also beams;
There's always a place to steal away and feel the rays of blues.
Of course, it doesn't take much stealing away. It's just that some
like to mix it up a bit with solar rays laced with energy tones.
Hot, humid, and rainy, are a great recipe for common southern pain.
You will see and understand it plainly in the evening news.
There are blue skies and white clouds, but the atmosphere is also
kind of blue. I've known it to be that way since the day I was born.
And although much has changed in the last 50-plus years, much is also the same.
Many attitudes have changed, but no one can tell much about what's going on in their hearts, because the atmosphere all around embraces one and makes them feel kind of blue. I must confess that the blue I felt 60 years ago must be in competition with the none blue that I picked up out west or up north, and although it's still kind of blue, it doesn't pain me nearly as much as it did when I was just a kid.
Moreover, I hasten to say that there is more to southern land than feeling kind of blue, and I experienced it personally twice within a few short months of my return. It's duly called Southern Hospitality, and there is no doubt that it is indeed the real McCoy. I was new in town and in search of the DMV. I was growing impatient until I came to realize to my surprise that there were
two DMV offices-one for driver's licenses and one for auto registration.
Finding myself at the wrong office, I requested directions to the one I needed. The young man refused to give me directions. He simply said, "Follow me". It happened again as I was in search of a certain grocery store. She too refused to give me directions but simply said, "Follow me".
She was the worst kid, the worst of the worst.
The teacher tried to quit the first day after she put her through hoops and paces
And dunked her head in a toilet.
This was not her first teacher.
This was her fifth teacher.
The others had all given up their teaching licenses,
Preferring to drive school buses without her in them.
They had spent almost a whole semester with her.
She was that good.
Most teachers she had gone through
Went out on FMLA before Christmas break.
Called winter break now to satisfy everyone.
Except me.
I still call it Christmas break.
Queen of the worst kid ever contest, she was a pro.
Unfortunately, this also happened.
She was deeply revered and respected by frightened classmates.
Thirty two years ago today
Our family was complete
With the arrival of a baby boy
Overdue, nine pounds, perfect and sweet
The purest love we had ever known
The day our whirlwind child arrived
Little did we know what lay ahead
Yet we all surprisingly survived!
A kind, caring ,affectionate child
With an angelic cherub face
With a spirit so wild and free
Life and its risks he did embrace
Adventuress and fearless
There was nothing he wouldn’t attempt to do
A childhood of stitches, bumps and bruises
Phone calls from schools and a policeman or two
His teenage years were the most daunting
Risks now being taken with alcohol and cars
Licenses lost , vehicles crashed,
Time spent at parties , pubs and bars
Tonight at seven pm he turns thirty two
He is loving ,kind hearted ,settled, happy
Genuine, funny and our lovely son!
No two parents could be prouder than we!
Ale and horses
There was only one brewery in our hometown covering the whole district on flat-bed wagons with 50 horses
to get work as a driver was a sought-after occupation
when crates had been delivered at one grocer there was
usually the sharing of a bottle of beer which during the day amounted to a fair of ale.
At the time a left-wing Christian political party was in power and used its position to deny licenses to cafes
and restaurants that often went bankrupt.
This banning of alcohol policy didn't stop people from
drinking they made their own tipple a mjod called
“Sats” Say, a big milk churn, sugar, yeast, water, and a bit of leftover fruit, a few weeks near a warm place, and when sieved the result was a hazy-looking substance
stronger than beer.
It is always difficult when a government gets to banning
mood like closing restaurants because it can lead people into temptation when the truth is they want people to pay more in taxes.
Tobacco is heavily taxed for health reasons, but that is not quite true, cigars are still relativistic cheap because
it is what the toffs smoke
the pleasure killers realized that more and more people
were buying chewing tobacco overlooked by the good doers, too late this year but they will hit users of this harmless drug by taxing it to the rafters, telling people it is bad for you knowing people will still chew.
There are two political parties one is conservative and will allow as long as we oversee financial corruption
the over party is well-meaning, we have to pay taxes to help some country people who don't where it is
in the name of brotherhood, only to see the leaders are
knee-deep lost cash and sexual shenanigans.
As for the people, they can do as they did before, make
“Sats”
The Snohomish County Health District is using the Angel of the Winds Casino's Everett arena. In order to treat victims of COVID-19. Whereas in Seattle 300 Army medical core medical professions are being utilized to treat patients not being effected by the Coronavirus. In Kent and Issaquah motels are being used to intern people affected by it. They are being monitored by the police. Yet in Kent, a homeless man broke lose and robbed a local convenience store.
The Army medical core is using the Seattle's CenturyLink Event Center and field. Treating non victims of COVID-19. Field hospitals are being established nationally and world wide. Treating this contemporary angel of death.
In Yakima twelve to thirteen inmates broke lose because their facility was being impacted by COVID-19. In several of the most impacted states, such as New York. The National Guard has been called out to render assistance. As of yesterday, thirty three of the fifty states have been effected by it.
There have been non essential business in Washington State. Ignoring Governor Jay Inslee's order to close down. First they will be warned, and finally they could lose their business licenses. For continued noncompliance.
President Donald Trump and Congress approved a stimulus package for our nation. Checks should be arriving direct deposit by the IRS in about two to three weeks. His stay at home order has been extended to April 30th.
Online schools are becoming the new normal for students. Even students without home computers can use their teacher's lesson plans. And in some areas home computers are being delivered to k-12 students.
We should watch, wait and pray for the COVID-19 to pass over us. By vanishing into thin air.
Love as always,
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
March 31, 2020
Queen Gaia
hopes to more resiliently return
to marijuana grazing meadows,
rather than supporting
worn-out tobacco and oil
industrial fields.
That's what LaoTsu breathed
industrious mountains in Yang,
valley nurtured rivers flowing out
WinWin
baptismal EarthWomb YinYin.
Whatever could that mean?
Rumor is,
about those sonnets?
Written transformed
by SolarYang outside enlightenment,
and nondual endarkenment,
to his liberated left feels West,
And incensed by EarthSoul THC
breathed in conservatively right feels Eastern
innocent dawn
from nearby smoking pot.
Ummm...
I thought there was something ***** about him.
Disturbingly paradoxical.
Always on chaotic fences
about what's natural ecology
and what's spiritual theology,
mixing them multiculturally
and metaphysically up
and down
and across rivers
of bilaterally flowing time.
All those YangLife PositivEnergy therapeutic restorations
with Yin WinWin
notnot ZeroZone Resonance,
harmonic spiraling octaves
of double-fractal regenerative
DNA with RNA flow,
indeed.
Indeed.
Sounds a bit more like LeftBrain dominant
Tipping Pointed Bucky Fuller
than RightBrain dominant
LaoTzu
and his NorthernLIght sonnets
wu-wei
in-between
poetic licenses.
So you think the whole THC thing
is a cosmic MotherGaia hoax?
But not so much a paranoid conspiracy theory
about what some prayed
was higher divine
RightBrain deep listening inspiration.
I think
and feel
health would be Earth's highest
and best
ZeroZone Wealth
secular ecological--Left
sacred theological--Right
Restorative Ego/Anthro/Eco Therapeutic
WinWin Resilient PolyCultural Outcomes.
I think writing outside,
compared to inside,
feels narrative
with my skinpores open,
my NorthernLight ears able to hear
most everything worthy of listening to
right WiseElder healthy now.
My nose able to smell EarthSoul wealthy fragrances.
My eyes able to see
what more nutrition importantly
unveils PositivEnergy Democracy
behind
and beyond
this Left to Right handwritten notebook
static
stale Elitist page.
I suppose open ended flows of thought
represent Earth's holistic arts collective.
Poetic licenses and decomposingl life sentences
invested in prayer to fully incarnate,
cooperatively manage,
then master healthy performance arts
coarising social-political research sciences,
life through death ecotherapeutic punctuations
of rhythmic passions.
Co-empathic political art trusts
empowering truths with beauty bounty.
Poetry readings engaging sacred liturgies
of Earth-enlightened art therapy
deeply stretch-canvasing compassion.
Communicating arts
predicating and predicting love of resonant life
regenerating resiliently healing sciences
of and for healthy future co-investments
in perennially recircling performances
engaging deep listening octaves
of fully colored feelings.