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Life can be classified as either hopeful or despairing. However, hope can sometimes be seen as an illusion that fills our minds with unrealistic dreams. It can serve as a cover-up for laziness and can make people delusional. People often wait and hope for things to go their way, but they do nothing to make it happen. This is similar to the mindset of dead people who have no worries. The difference between the alive and the dead is that they both harbor unrealistic thoughts and dreams in their heads. Relying solely on hope without taking action can lead to a life that is akin to death. We sometimes run away from hell, only to create our own version of it. The question is, can we really hope to be like the dead?
Despair, on the other hand, is a conditional word that one must have in one's life. It is a period where one thinks about life and longs for death. Despair can feel like a desert without water, where all roads lead nowhere. Some people's despair leads them to hell, while others find something beyond hell - hope. Hope is a word that people often depend on, but it may also lead to another version of hell. In the end, what is the difference between hope and despair? Hope can be like the dead, while despair is akin to death. Life is classified by death, which makes us all dead in some way.
Scrambling onto the rich green and purple magic carpet,
I waited in eager anticipation, for her golden threads fascinated me.
“Quiet!” the pirate king cautioned.
Reading mirth in my mind?
I turned and smiled.
The carpet started off, and I promptly sat.
I grabbed the genii’s leg as I fell and he smacked me.
“Sit down!” the genii told the Pirate King.
Pirate King laughed.
He was not used to orders.
He fell off twice.
The first time we swooped down and saved him.
I imagine he thought we would do it again,
but we didn’t.
I stared at genii.
No worries, he told me. I will turn him into an eagle,
and he did.
His eyes
bore into mine
they send a signal
S.O.S.
help me
I’m in for it
No escape
Those eyes melt
I melt
I’m undone
The sheet, like a billow,
the wind rises
under its skirt
Us ladies, don’t wear
them much
anymore
Us ladies…it’s just me
and his morsel eyes
those immortals
those “I’ve got a surprise”
The reprisal,
with no escape
I don my batting eyelashes,
my wiggling hips,
my “come hither,”
cause I’m caught in his web
I don’t fight it…the fight
was over before it started
my pulse ebbing and flowing
my breath, minted and steamy
Those eyes contractual,
beat me into submission
with my permission
Wedded to them one April day
“Hey! Hey! Who gave you the present?”
My best friend said, ‘How do you do?’
She wasn’t presently there, but nonetheless
intrusive…the long silky gown on me
when I was still perky. Still sensuous,
no worries..he still wants me
after all our years - we had some good fights,
locked doors, tears, long nights,
but love sweet love defeats the demons
Their butts kicked to the curb
We threw away the curb
The lights are off
They can’t see in our dark
We find each other
The meadow lark passerine
sings sweetly…my guys eyes
serenade and serene.
If your married, you know
what I mean
Walking down the old country road,
Hand me down clothes in the bag.
Clothes with holes, and tattered robes,
There’s no worries in getting dirty
We’ll wash away the dirt in the stream,
Whilst you stand there, smiling at me.
Sing the songs that nobody’s heard
As we look above, at singing birds.
We’ll sit in meadows, of golden bed,
As we dance without shoes, into scarlet nights.
I’ll hold your hand, as I hold your heart,
I’ll make you happy, you’ll see.
I’ll publish my words, and sing my songs,
For other people to hear,
Of the days we went on the country road,
And by my side you’ll be near.
But for now I’ll wait, by the tree we met,
And I’ll wait there for your presence,
I’ll write my words, on paper with pen,
And forever I will wait, my dear.
Here I am
Defending who I am
The Man with a voice
Holding convictions
Thoughts of life
Advices that weren’t nice
My words extend into more than fend
They speeches of virtues and aspirations
Emotions erupt like a volcano
Storms deep down in my inner soul
Far from anybody to reach
My yesterday’s arrived swiftly today
Preparations unfold
As a Man, I speak bold
Every step a threshold
Never to be silent
Never surrender
Standing on principles
My eyes have seen my past of situations
All mounting to circumstances
Hear me or move on
Being a Man is my true self
I am not a follower like everybody else
I have walked in my shoes alone going through my own experiences
There is no fit into but me
You only see me as just an ordinary man
I represent humanity of all walks of life
Survival from all corners
Understand yourself before trying to understand me
I found myself and know who I am
Honor and value surround me
You can kill my flesh but never my spirit
You can’t take away what was already given
The Man you see
Head held high with no worries nor fear.
Only early July the summer heat is brutal
days will over a hundred degrees in the shade
The evening does little to cool, her breezes warm
So hot the stars seem to melt away as the moon crisp
to a golden brown, the ground thirst rived with cracks
as your clothes feel like loose skin layered onto your wet body
by the sweat from the sweltering punishing summer heat.
The sun does not shine it scorches and burns
delicate plants wither their leafs browned
Never enough water for any life abused by this heat
In direct sunlight you feel your skin burning
you sweat excessively, you are drained and fatigued
as your soul exhume itself from your body
ounce by ounce drop by drop dripping away into the
shinny shimmer glimmer of the horizon as it dives
into the belly of hell to cool itself off.
The refuge of indoors with fans blowing and air conditioners
churning air that neve feels cool enough.
Too hot to sleep, too hot to eat. Your will to work
long has evaporated into the glorious magnificence
of the mighty harsh Sun.
Outside the world becomes an oven baking away
sizzle and crackle of life itself buckle by the summer heat
Long pass the cold of December snows, so far from the freezing
of January. In my youth we played outside in this heat
riding bikes, roller skating, swimming at the public pool.
Drink from the garden hose cool off with the slip and slide
Mother would bring out a pitcher of ice Kool Aid.
Summer tan us brown as we spit watermelon seeds
for fun. We didn't even have air conditioning until I was ten.
How did we do it back then? it was just as hot, we were not as soft
You just lived life as it came and made the best of it.
No complaining, no worries, just living day by day
and those hot summers were expected and okay.
Race you to 7-Eleven for a Slurpee.
Money is one of life’s necessary evils
everyone seems to want more
Those who have the most control
Would even go to war
Not worried about the cost
To increase their monetary wealth
Willing to give up anything
Including their family or health
Money cannot buy happiness
Is what many people say
But to those who are obsessed
Happiness just gets in the way
Having money can make life easier
No worries about how bills will be paid.
The decision to pay for meds or food
No longer has to be made
Money doesn't grow on trees
But that's what some younger ones think
One day you could be swimming in it
The next it could be gone in a blink
So invest your money wisely
And save up for a rainy day
Because you never know what life’s
Tomorrow is going to bring your way.
6/6/2021
Waiters
We get worn down
Misery begins to settle
Upon our mental anguish
Back and forth
The errands never end
It’s another language
No worries,
For I will be gone before long
Society
Seems to be nothing more
Than a practical down pour
Let us change our stars
Our path throughout misery
Shall we get there?
Be plagued on to remember who we are
No worries
For I shall be gone soon enough
The sleep
We never seem to be
Fortunate enough to grasp
The rain that falls
The tears we spare
To be upheld to nothing more
Then a few later laughs
No worries
Before long, I shall be gone
My friend sam is a crazy one
Deadlier than a loaded gun
An adrenaline junkie total wild
Never once will sam be mild
When were out im on edge
Coz sam is dull as a sledge
A man that catches sams eye
Will get a smack on the sly
Stealing cars racing for fun
Without a care for anyone
Drugs inhaled with every breath
Ready to die a crazy death
Never knowing sams next step
Dread to think of victims depths
A pretty girl crosses our path
Sam will grab her and laugh
Squeeze with wandering hands
Get a row off the doorman
No respect for any poor soul
Sam upsets humanity whole
Skip through life with no worries
As she never has her own money
An old corndog and a Diet Dr. Pepper
as the lunch of a bachelor king
An old corndog and I'm looking for the mustard
what more could happiness bring
I can live in my underwear on the weekends
don't need to shower or shave till Monday morning
No worries about stinking reek'n
with enough beer, no day is ever boring
Watch sports on television
play poker with old pals anytime
Life could not be more like heaven
living the bachelor life so divine
Leftover spaghetti for breakfast is a given
pour beer on my cornflakes
No fussing about how I'm live'n
doing as little as it takes
An old corndog and a Diet Dr. Pepper
is lunch but not fine cuisine
An old corndog and I finally found the mustard
a pretty face makes me clean and change my scene