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Never Let Your Hustle Change You

Never let your hustle change you 
Be humble always
Cos no man knows tomorrow
Refuse to be the sorrow of another man 
Instead of a personality with gratitude
Life has no guarantee
Your actions speak a volume of 
Who you are 
So never run away from your shadows
When you are up to date 
Don't forget the poor can be rich tomorrow
Change is the only constant thing in life 
So be humble always
Follow life with love 

Never let your hustle change you
Money is not enough to make you 
Lose your mind 
What is the sense to gain money 
And lose your mental balance
Life is more than a precious gift 
Value it more appreciate it 
Be human be kind 
Gave respect share peace
There is nothing to lose in this way of life
Form: Epic


Premium Member Delayed Pulse of a Curse

You never know; you could possess the eternity gene.
The one that morphed from ordinary into a miracle.
It would seem wonderful... at first.
You'd become a star
a YouTube phenom
a best seller
everybody screaming for an autograph
a touch of your polyester robe
begging for the secret to eternal life.
The envy of the universe....
                                                 

 Delayed pulse of a curse.


You've outlived a million wives and counting.
100 million friends.
You've been to an endless chain of children's funerals.
A million sorrows that never end.
You've outlived your favorite constellation.
You're blind to the possibility of ever meeting God.
You finally pray for the blessing of a death. That never arrives.

You'd half lose your mind, 
become a display in a museum.
Eventually be pitied as a freak.
Treated as a leper.
To be avoided at all costs
A never-ending cosmic flaw.

Premium Member Divine Madness

At the door to my trembling heart He cried:
‘Go in search of the lost souls one can find,
and you are charged to forever abide
by the tenet of Love for all Mankind.’
To obey was not easy, but I tried;
lesson as precious as a golden hind.
Navigating the seas from the blind side,
no one wished to come willingly and whined.
But as the world’s troubles tested one’s pride,
it’s understandable to lose your mind.
This was not the time to let morals slide,
or forget the agreements in blood signed.

‘Greatest blessings come to us through madness
when it is sent as a gift of the gods.’*
Form: Sonnet

Things I Pray For You 1

I PRAY A BLACK CAT,
 CROSSES YOUR PATH.
  I PRAY THAT SOMEONE,
 STEALS YOUR STASH.

  I PRAY YOUR DREAMS,
 NEVER COME TRUE.
  I PRAY THERE IS A HOLE,
 IN YOUR CANOE.

  I PRAY IT'S DARK AND,
 YOU FEEL THE RAIN.
  I PRAY YOU’RE A JUNKY,
 WHO CAN'T FIND A VEIN.

  I PRAY YOUR NIGHTMARES
COME TRUE.
I PRAY THERE IS ACID
IN YOUR SHAMPOO.

  I PRAY YOU HAVE NO LIGHT,
 AT THE END OF THE TUNNEL.
  I PRAY THAT LIFE,
  IS A CONSTANT STRUGGLE.

  I PRAY YOUR PARACHUTE FAILS,
 WHEN YOU JUMP FROM THE PLANE.
  I PRAY THAT YOU ARE,
 HIT BY A TRAIN.

  I PRAY YOU SEEK AND,
 NEVER FIND.
  I PRAY PEOPLE,
 TREAT YOU UNKIND.

  I PRAY YOUR PARTNER.
 CHEATS ON YOU.
  I PRAY YOU CAN,
 FEEL THE BLUES.

  I PRAY YOU TRIP,
 AND FALL.
  I PRAY YOU HAVE,
 NO ONE TO CALL.

I PRAY YOU,
LOSE YOUR MIND.
I PRAY YOU ARE,
LEFT BEHIND.

I PRAY YOU ARE STRANDED,
ON AN ISLAND.
I PRAY THAT YOU ARE
ALWAYS CRYING.

I PRAY YOU ARE
STUNG BY A BEE.
I PRAY YOU,
HIT A TREE.

I PRAY YOU,
STRIKE OUT.
I PRAY YOU ARE,
RIDDLED WITH
 DOUBT.

  Turbo1904 ?
Form: Rhyme

About Christmas

About Christmas


Christmas Is the Time of Year
That We All Love So Much to Share,
With Friends and Have Family Gatherings,
And Be Glad Each One Is There.

There's Tinsel, Lights and Santa Claus,
Homemade Pies and Dinners Galore,
Presents under the Christmas Tree,
And Fancy Wreaths upon the Door

Shopping for Each Special Person,
Crowded Stores and Standing in Line
Decisions on This, That, or the Other
'Till You Think You'll Lose Your Mind

You Hear All the Christmas Carols
Until You Think You're Ready to Shout
But All You Need to Remember Is....
The Child in the Manger....
                          Is What Christmas Is All About.
Form: Rhyme


Protect Us From What We Want

my hands are up for action
these feet for cut and run
I've answers for the asking
I've never been so young
?
you should seek shelter
call up your loved ones
collect what is of value
I've seen the coming storm
it will take some courage
to face what we've become
Oh lord, protect us from what we want
Oh Lord, protect us from what we want
?
freely you give your heart
to a stranger be kind
and unbroken in the fold
you need not lose your mind
?
no gain can be claimed
there at the finish line
surely it's a crying shame
when love is left behind
we'll keep it together
for we are to see the dawn
Oh Lord, protect us from what we want
Oh Lord, protect us from what we want
?
embrace the naked flame
in this we are reborn
Oh Lord, protect us from what we want


r i g h t l y
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Pitter-Patter

The pitter-patter flutter of a lover’s broken heart,
Like a contorted portrait painting or a Picasso piece of art.
The stream of roll’n, swollen tears on the jilted lover’s face will start,
As our spurned tragic figure faces a world now torn apart.

The completely empty prospect of a future all alone;
The world in which our broken soul violently has been thrown.
The heart that beat out songs of love, now hardened like a stone;
The King and Queen of Happiness, abdicate their royal throne.

If in time you don’t lose your mind you surely will survive;
Mouth to mouth from the next in line; your sick heart will be revived.
But be advised the smear of tears won’t be the last ones that you’ve cried;
Love that stays or goes away equally can hurt our pride.
© Joe Flach  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Travel Once Sliding Octet

Travel once on a haunted train,
a taste may make you lose your mind;
Railroad tracks leave the world behind 
dismantled boxcars keep rolling;
Phantom mouths continue screaming,
they show you tickets that were signed;
Pure horror here is well defined,
you’ll visit with those who were slain;

Now you feel even more confined,
travel once on a haunted train;
Take the seat that you were assigned
surely they’ll be no arguing;
When a covered scab starts bleeding 
don’t pick at it like you’re inclined;
You’ll visit with those who were slain,
to their curse pain  is intertwined;

Get there early or they’re unkind,
a disturbing ride you will find;
Travel once on a haunted train
get lost in the way it’s moving;
Spontaneous can be soothing 
you’ll visit with those who were slain; 
The Dining car feels so refined,
relax the ghosts are on the grind;

Disobey? Idle hands they’ll bind,
probably should never have whined;
Restless spirits sit there waiting;
Travel once on a haunted train,
you’ll visit with those who were slain;
It’s real the nightmare is growing,
by the end you’ll be undermined;
It doesn’t matter if you’re kind;

Conducted by a mastermind 
evil has now become streamlined;
Old clock ticks it becomes chilling 
you’ll visit with those who were slain;
Travel once on a haunted train,
where they lived you’re now exploring;
Not really knowing how they died 
only pieces have been outlined;

Racing down a track that’s unlined;
The length of this trip? Never mind;
You’ll visit with those who were slain,
strange feelings have you believing;
Your heart won’t ever stop racing,
travel once on a haunted train;
High anxiety undefined
for any relief victims pined;

Purity will become maligned 
you’ll visit with those who were slain;
They were just trying to unwind,
surely safe where they were going;
Never thinking about running 
to the obvious they were blind;
Travel once on a haunted train 
see the dark nature of mankind;
 
You’ll visit with those who were slain 
sitting back in a chair reclined 
listen closely to tales enshrined;
As long as you keen on sharing 
there will never be an ending;
Fallacy and the truth combined,
curious how we were designed;
 Travel once on a haunted train.
Form: Other

Premium Member What Is Real

I saw a tree crying in the rain
A woman hurting with no pain 
The wind blowing but I couldn't 
prove it
The earth spinning but I could 
not move it
The song itself could not sing
The thought it travelled with no 
wings
The words alone could not 
speak 
The gauge could measure but 
could not heat
The ocean roared but could not 
rain
The valley moves not yet isn't 
lame, and a deck of cards can't 
play a game
A knife can cut but can't taste 
the meat
And a drum can never hear a 
beat
yet a broken heart can keep on 
beating
Fall leafs can fall without 
leaving
But can you cry without your 
tears?
Can time go by and not make 
years?
Can you lose your mind and 
still be sane?
Can she hurt . . . and not feel 
pain?
And a tree can't cry in pouring 
rain
But looks can be deceiving and 
memories can fail
Perhaps it was the woman 
crying in the rain, and the tree 
that could not feel
For who's to say what's really 
real?
Form: Rhyme

Bittersweet

Love:
It's so bittersweet.
It can drag you down but also sweep you off your feet.
It's so complicated,
Leaving one mesmerized.
Despite the tears in your eyes you still 
believe their lies.
Because you love them, and for the sake of love you will hold on.
Finding yourself crying, and singing to every heartbreak song.
But because were to driven by love it becomes hard to see,
that our love for ourselves is the most important company.
You can't hold on to whats also breaking you down.
Smiling in every face that you see but leaving with a frown.
There comes a time when you have to do whats best for you;
not being selfish, but realizing that you have needs too.
L.O.V.E hey what you striding for?
Take your time with your steps and let him come knocking at your door.
There's no need to rush or be the first in line.
Didn't anybody tell you that the best always takes time.
With love comes patience an each one of a kind,
so don't let one little heartbreak, make you lose your mind.
Learn to be independent and know what you need,
don't worry about a man; you got your own mouth to feed.
Listen close to what your heart is telling you,
because it'll never lie, 
even when your mind is consumed.

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