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I am 6
Formulated/Factual Form 0+1+2+1+1+9+5+5=24(2+4) = 6
Strengths: “, I am 6, we who are sixes like to comfort others,” denoted.
, I am 6 , “I like to we uplift, share, and give advice, and they adore family. They’re I am very honorable, and they make great friends.” Sixes are poised, nurturing, unselfish, artistic, romantic, devoted, and sensible. “They came here to be the parent, the provider, the nurturer, the organizer,” noted. “They, I am here to be of service.” , I am 6, sixes are, above all, focused on the experience of lovenumeri logically affixed I am 6,
Challenges: “Out of alignment, can be a perfectionistic, may be very critical, idealistic to a fault, and self-righteous,” “May meddle in other people’s business, may constantly counsel others and giving unsolicited advice.” Sixes may also be marked by indulgence and self-absorption.
, I am 6 , “I like to uplift”
8/6/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2024©
Some folks spend more'n half their life discussing others business.
The way they talk and carry on can really shock the senses.
It seems sometimes they know much more 'bout certain folks than they do.
They don't care 'bout who gets hurt because, you see, it's all true.
They huddle 'round their tea and cakes discussing all and sundry.
No one's safe from their critique, they'll air you're dirty laundry.
Ofcourse they're sure to let you know that they don't just spread gossip,
And if by chance such word gets out you're duty bound to stop it.
Why they would never meddle 'round just spurring fabrication.
The very thought they'd stoop so low is quite beneath their station.
Just cut it short right here and now and see it goes no further.
Just keep it here between we two, and just a few close others.
SEE HOW YOU IS
KNOW HOW YOU AM
GONNA MAKE IT DIFFICULT
SO I CAN'T UNDERSTAND
YOU GONNA MEDDLE WIFF ME
SO I CAN ERROR
FORGOT HOW YOU ARE
FORGOT YOU DON'T CARE
TALKING AINT
GONNA GET THRU TO YOU
YOU WON'T MIND
WHAT CAN I DO
TENSIONS BUILDING
GUESS THAT'S MY FAULT
IF YOU DONE WHAT THEY TOLD YOU
YOU WOULDN'T HAVE COME UP SHORT
CHANGE FOR FIFTY
IS TWO TWENTIES AND A TEN
YOU BOPUGHT BACK FOUR TENS
MAN WHERE THE HELL YOU BEEN
DIDN'T KNOW THAT
TIL YOU OPENED YOUR MOUTH
WHY YOU TALKING TO ME
NOW WHATS THIS ABOUT
BETTER GET IT RIGHT
TELL ME IT STRAIGHT
AINT GOT TIME FOR WHISPERS
I'M THE EARLY BIRD
YOU THE ONE THAT COMES IN LATE
GET YOUR GONNA GETT'EM CLOTHES
WIFF DOES FREAKY DRAWS
YA'LL THAT GONE GIRL STUFF
MAKE IT DIFFICULT
CALL AND TELL HIM
YA'LL AINT NO MORE
SHE THE AND YOU THE WHORE
BIG FLAT FEET
WHY YOU WEAR THEM SHOES
THE STRAP COVERS THE TOP PART
BUT THEM HEELS WON'T DO
AINT NO GIFT GIVING
WHEN CHRISTMAS COMES
DON'T ACT SO SILLY
DON'T BE DUMB
GET IT RIGHT
IT ALL BOUT ME
YOU SECOND BEST
WHY CAN'T YOU SEE
ADAPTING TO SOMEONES WAYS AND THE WAY THEY THINK AND THE THINGS THEY BELIEVE MIGHT HAVE YOU SOUL SEARCHING.
ANY RELATIONSHIP THAT MAKES YOU TO FEEL AS IF YOU HAVE TO MAKE DECISIONS THAT MIGHT CREATE "CAUSE AND EFFECT SCENARIOS" AREN'T RELATIONSHIPS THAT YOU SHOULD BE IN.
Tension crawls into the pores of crashing contemplation
Why has it become so hard to breathe?
If only it was known what this dejected heart is saying
As she sobs poetic lines of wordless woe
She is cradled in the tempo tempest of this reflection
Pulsing in the unfeeling land beyond her bodily home
The blood pumping sweet iron grief spurts
The soles of the feet throb at the impact
As the grass cools only to recall the coldness of the present
The impact…
Of a tear falling to the floor
The droplet so gentle… in clear-watered, grounded rapture
The energy of the sorrow befallen is perilous
One with many roads leading to frail fantasy
Aggravated tear…so atrocious, envious
There is something more whirling in this déjà vu cycle
Being crushed many times
By lackadaisical, ever-traveling minds
It is too easy to be tossed to and fro
Between conscious leisure and provocative pressure
Sub-dominated by sumptuous conviction
That word—love—a furtive dagger
Driving a gaping hole of shame and unknowing
Straight into her
Wracking around in this meddle
Of emotion and reason—shooting up falsehood full throttle
Drifting there again
In a solitude almost consoled by the earthy coldness
Of his fowl glare…
Every unsaid word frazzling to the mind
Tearing me and lifting me high
One must wonder if you watch as the fragments fly
As they float for only a few seconds
Of your precious time
And fall back down below
At your very feet
Where the grass is warm, and hopes are high
Please don’t leave them on the floor with the tear
The tear that never quite gets absorbed
The tear that chillingly consoles that bleeding heart
Destroying me
As she thrashes in the maze of bones and matter
Each hollow pathway of the marrow leading to a dead end
Or an ever-winding way downwards
They say each body of water leads straight to the sea
Where will the tear I abhor…lead me?
I tucked my head into that pebbles pillow.
Grasping the night would be rather restless.
Your sight crams me, my love and fiery foe.
If ardor was aimed to be creepily hotness.
Grasping the night would be quite restless,
Why does this brisk void squash my bone?
If ardor was aimed to be creepily hotness,
My racked soul cries out for a return prone.
Why does this brisk void squash my bone?
Folded like a shriveled rose's fading petal.
My racked soul cries out for a return prone.
Rotting deftly, accept death with no meddle.
Folded like a shriveled rose's fading petal.
Two days were enough to drive me crazy.
Rotting deftly, accept death with no meddle.
A cracked pane of glass and a train empty.
Two days were enough to drive me crazy.
Your sight crams me, my love and fiery foe.
A cracked pane of glass and a train empty.
I tucked my head into that pebbles pillow.
Written: May 21, 2022
Dearest Tenser:
Told you I would write you about the weekend.
Pray for them flood peoples and all. But got some news for ya.
She used a chrt to list the men she'd been with. We sat in the dining hall listen to her presentation. It was right before the BBQ.
She went inside and started cooking. Acting like everything was done on tth grill. I didn't say anything when people arived, holding my tougne. That Gal from Dizzies showed up. Dressed like a street thang. Netted jacket, netted pants. "A show stopper one peice", we told her to put Duct tape over the Specail treats cause our men freinds were here. She did it. Got mad when some one said something about it. Well back to thee BBQ. Miss Thang did the cooking. Had Short ribs with wine sauce potatoes and mushrooms. It was good. She cooked the short ribs in the crock pot for six hourss
and smoked a BBQ sauce on the smoker
and and tossed the ribs in
when her company arrived.
Acting like the whole thing was done
outside.
I stood laughing at her
write me back:I gonna meddle into why these pole choose us to be audeince to them.
Sincerly Your Tenser
Just keep it simple
Don’t clutter your head
Clutter causes stress
Too much stress makes you dead!!
Just keep it simple
Try a slower pace if you can
Life is too short
To act like a madman!
Just keep it simple
Don’t sweat the small stuff
Try positive not negative
Not grumpy and gruff
Just keep it simple
Don’t intentionally cause strife
Don’t be a busybody
Or meddle in others lives
Just keep it simple
Be nice not mean
Show respect ,be kind
Not rude and obscene
Just keep it simple
Be humble ,don’t complain
On this earth only once
Make the most….Don’t let it be in vain!
Life is pleasurable,
If you understand it.
It's miserable,
If you misread it.
Mind your own questionnaires;
Don't meddle with others’ affairs.
Life is a difficult riddle,
Solve it with a tune on your fiddle.
Life is a progressive vehicle,
It goes about the way you drive it.
Make not your journey so critical;
Be cautious at every bit.
Vices can make a man quite mean;
Life is precious, keep it evergreen.
To be born a man, is itself a boon;
Hope you come to senses soon…
Brian Strand July 8 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Date: 08-07-2021
Place: 1st
8/10/17
Be careful what you ask for
Next thing you know it wasn't all that great, or you want even more
This isn't the same old spiel
I'll tell you something real
Everyone has an 'Achilles heel'
Speaking the truth, life is rather short
Don't be a poor sport
The ball is in your court
You are really barking up the wrong tree
If you think you're godly
Compared to everybody
Only here once
No ifs ands or buts
All eventually bite the dust
It's not all make believe
From A to Z
Others will always meddle
I don't care if you believe in god or the devil
Better grasp the nettle
Instead of trying to always settle
If you want to reach a higher level
Again
I'll hit the nail on the head
Don't get misled
We all wind up dead
I'm going to call it a day
But not going to throw it all away
I go back to Pinterest because why wouldn't I.
It's addictive and gives me something to do I won't even lie.
I scroll and click and scroll and click once more.
It's hard to put down because it keeps my mind in control.
There's rings, clothes, books, and most importantly help for me.
I can relate a little too much to some of the posts and that's key
For me to come back I need to want, to CRAVE the feed
Everyday I open it and everyday I feel my hate for myself grow and my love for Pinterest turn into need.
It makes me happy. I know it's confusing but that's where my heart settled
I lay in my bed looking at these people who I wish I was and I meddle
I meddle with my mind but also my body. But I can't be them and I never will be and I come to term
I've thought that I hate this app but I love it because it can be good, i've learned
It's fun, nice, addictive, and amazing just don't scroll too deep or you'll get beat
I've had too much experience diving too deep and that's a fact
But I just CAN'T stop going back!