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JUST TO INCOMPATIBLE
NOT ON THE SAME PAGE
VIEWS ARE MUCH DIFFERENT
VALUES AREN'T THE SAME
NOT EQUAL AS CAN BE
THE SUNRISES TO LIGHT
FROM THE DARK SKIES AT NIGHT
ALMIGHTY TO GOD, WITH CONTINUE IN PRAYERS
THE VALLEYS ARE STEEP, THE TIMES SPENT
WEAKENED AS STRENGTHEN ABROAD
PRAYERS EACH MOMENT THROUGH IT ALL
GRACE AND MERCY GIVEN AGAIN
AS THE JOURNEY NOTES IS WRITTEN, A PAGE DISMISSED
A SCENE REALITY IS DISPLAYED
THE VIEW SEEMS REAL
THE HIDDEN DISCOVERY SUBMISSION
IF CAN DO IT ALL OVER AGAIN
A TIME TO THINK, A TIME TO REALIZE
NOT ALL BRIGHT LIGHTS LEAD TO SUNSHINE
DESTINY TAKEN PLACE
AS THE TIME GOES BY
A STAR SHINING BRIGHT
A TRUE GENUINE LOVE IS FOREVER
A NEW LIFE, PROSPEROUS, BLESSED JOURNEY DISCOVERED.
NOTE:
There are many differences when others are not compatible.
Not in most ways equal. Being on the same page, support, love, and lifting each other up is as very most important in growing, grow together in unity. With GOD. Love, encouraging, understanding, COMMUNICATION, LISTEN. Two people in unity as one. Healthier, and much better results manifest.
Let me replace your sadness, fears, pity and frustration…my heart’s
thumping with anticipation & apprehension
With jubilance, satisfaction, liberty and cheers – that would make you and I rather
cheery without a flame of fury – cast away the grief and guilt in your mind
We’ll be free like eagles, taking wing from on high and we’ll be lookin’ fine…we’re
rejoicing with joyous jubilation
We’ll be shimmering like the moonlight…and we’ll be flyin’ above cloud seven – we’ll
be in our heavenly haven in no time – slow down, you’re flying too fast – slow
down…I’m really falling behind
*Chorus*
I need you to ascend from your debris – let’s dance the night away! We will arise
from our ashes like a fervent, blazing phoenix
Tell me if I’m as handsome as the lion that’s graceful, strong and courageous…I
know for a fact that you are dangerously magnificent and gloriously precious
Believe in me…reflect on me…let’s push away the worries that want to ruin our
night spent together…God has two hearts to fix
I love it when you wrap yourself around me like my own personal, warm blanket
on this moon-drenched night – you are so gorgeous…so gracious!
Come home with me and we’ll fly away from captivity…we’ll be no longer in chains
& we’ll be on the same page
You move me like a car, driving on the freeway – I’m hoping you won’t outdrive
me today!
Run along with me in the sun and we’ll be soaring in unity…we’ll be singing in unison
and we’ll be pleased with a passion, but first – let’s find a way out of the cage
Dance and prance all night long with me on this illuminated night and we’ll be having
it our way…
I need you to ascend from your debris – let’s dance the night away! We will arise
from our ashes like a fervent, blazing phoenix
We’ll be shimmering like the moonlight…and we’ll be flyin’ above cloud seven – we’ll
be in our heavenly haven in no time and God will have two hearts to fix
I'm doing"
I'm doing to much
I'm giving all of me
And with you,I feel there's no guarantee (no guarantee)
I went in, with my intentions
Know I meant well
But tour intentions were like a boat about to sail
So what do I do, what do I say
Could we rewind and press play (play)
Is it to late, I'm afraid it is
I gave it my all
Now it's time to chill
(Chorus)
Sometimes when it's over (over)
It's just that(that)
Not basing it off opinions
Solely on facts (facts)
I've done to much
Feels like this is just a crutch (crutch)
No more bending or trying it out
When you get tired
You'll find a way out
(Verse2)
We had some good times (times)
Yes we did (we did)
We were planning for the future, a life, a house , a kid
In the twinkle of an eye
Things changed
Our titles didn't even remain(remain)
Things started to switch
Feel like we we're left in a ditch
But then I came to a conclusion
With all this confusion
In my head that it was time,
To move on ,and be strong
I know it sucks, but good luck
Chorus)
Sometimes when it's over (over)
It's just that(that)
Not basing it off opinions
Solely on facts (facts)
I've done to much
Feels like this is just a crutch (crutch)
No more bending or trying it out
When you get tired
You'll find a way out
(Hook)
It was good
While it lasted
But we weren't on the same page
So you can have it
It was good
While it lasted
But we weren't on the same page
So you can have it
Chorus)
Sometimes when it's over (over)
It's just that(that)
Not basing it off opinions
Solely on facts (facts)
I've done to much
Feels like this is just a crutch (crutch)
No more bending or trying it out
When you get tired
You'll find a way out
Repeat until chorus fades
Written by: Concetta Hardnett
9/17/2017
Every Wednesday lunchtime
Lexie temporarily leaves
the deafening silence of the multi-storey library
to swim at the local pool.
The echo and splish-splash
of the mothers and the toddlers, lane swimmers
washes through her busy mind
whirring with words and stories,
whispers of change;
shhhhhhh.
Librarian Lexie undresses,
emerges poolside, transformation unveiled
drawing looks as a painted lady
she remains Incognito.
Incredible pictures of mermaids and flowers and elves,
illustrations of her many selves;
for by day Lexie tends to the library shelves -
books to be catalogued and listed.
For Lexi loves orders and systems
yet by night, stories take flight,
she's an author of fantasy fictions -
prophecies and predictions.
As Lexie swims
her pictures through the prism of the water shape shift
and her mind drifts to the publisher,
the man who entangled her heart with his way with words.
Avoiding alliteration amplified his love language,
promised her a future in literature,
in cursive script he bewitched her,
he was wanting to brand her.
But Lexie read between his lines,
she found him grasping and greedy,
a dance with a demon,
and she told him, “we're not on the same page”.
And enraged she drew him
between the devil and the deep blue sea
just above her right knee
illustrated as an apostrophe -
a reminder that he was just too possessive.
It has come to my attention
Something other than a recession
There has been a hoax
That could be a sick joke
On the heels of a debate about injections
This discussion is not funny before the Presidential election
Remember back when
Rxs used a U Penn
Trying to diagnose the brain
In the health care game
They wrote the script
Without worrying about it
This was back when the peace love man
Made the stand long before the obsession with the word fan
This all went down
When stylish boots and fashion ruled the town
You were a studious Quaker
Always looking for something as a money maker
As we close the door
On another war
May we get to the bottom this issue ugly as a big apple core,
They say the important information is in the detail
And maybe this is the reason Hillary and Chelsea check the email
It may not be a virus that is the monster that should be in a cage
But the idea that we need to be on the same page
Just dropping this hint to the Commander and Chief
Do not play this out like an immature subject like something people in Wellington want to beef
Take hold of the wrong
Give a good reason for the rebellious pot smoking bong
And when the corona virus chit chat is dead
Maybe then the stalker talkers will get the memo message ‘enough said’
Love these shaking hands
They are made to write
But, hands betray me
Love the self that writes
We’re on the same page
But, I hate you still
Love how openly you incense me
You're ignition for who I am
But, the burn feels so good
Love how spirits burn the throat
It releases words of loathing
But, djins won’t go in bottles
Love my thirst for dopamine
It connects my hard wiring
But, axons are hard to break
Love the ghost in the machine typing
It reveals what’s on my mind
But, reflections always fall short
Love my creative soul mirrored
It is a fragile blossom
But, I’m allergic to pollen
Love when there’s nothing to write
From nothing comes something
But something turns to nothing
Love these shaking paws anyway
Because love’s the hardest prose
But, its language is out of reach
Ok? Ok, love.
I’ll let you sit on my lap
But, you have sharp claws
After the show, which we found a delight,
We stopped at a neighboring place for a bite.
Discussing the play over burgers and fries,
I glanced up to notice a pleasant surprise.
My favorite actor*, of six on the stage,
Sat there in the restaurant, on the same page,
Sharing a meal with an obvious friend –
Unwinding, perhaps, at the matinee’s end.
He isn’t yet famous, so no one looked twice.
(Our unbeknownst staring would have to suffice.)
I wanted to tell him we thought he was great
But a fear of intruding made me hesitate.
Yet we went ahead, interrupted his meal
To share our enjoyment; our words made him feel
Most gratified, judging by his giant grin.
Acknowledgment certainly was a win-win.
An actor’s a regular person, like us,
Despite, when he gets there, the fame and the fuss
And so it felt wonderful just to connect
With some well-chosen words and a dash of respect.
*written about Conor Ryan of "Desperate Measures"
THE ART NUDE REALITY
Stained with the acrilic and emotive,
Pour us a drip of creativity,
Paint us colors of the rainbow
But still less appreciated
By the prioritizing inordinate ambitious
and flesh-conscious world.
Purchased with hard-earned money,
the brush, the pen and crayons.
Sketch us our hopes and dreams,
Paint us our now and future
And erase our rough past on canvases.
Even though your art states purpose,
style, size, color, character, and effect,
Our yawning yields lust, nude-addiction,
naked-body, physique & attention-seeking.
The world isn't on the same page with you;
Flip yours while we swipe ours
after our eyes has been well fed.
What's the fuss about this whole weird thing
associated with being unclothed?
Stripped images gets our muscles ripped up
as if we don't strip down for complete naked shower.
Why spend so much time idolising bodies,
divestment of draped attire?
Why's fragility hidden behind pointless social constructions
about what sells and drives society crazy,
about these lack of raiment vogues
conniving with carnal voices in our heads?
Why so much tempting and complete exhibitions
meant to be the private trek of someone else,
now openly played out in public square,
without remorse, except to honor certitude.
Social media empowers those who flaunt physique
imbued by deity, by desperate willingness to express,
the expression of beauty's form.
We term blessing by the display of skin's gamut.
So then I inquire of you: who is blessed?
The artist or the nudist???
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright© 5th November, 2021
7/5/22
Can it be done? Possibly
Will I do it underneath the moon and sun? Probably
Honestly
It all use to bother me
I was born in it, but I don't want to die in poverty
For a long time I was doing it improperly
Living constantly
In monotony
Some inside and out hard as a rock others fragile like pottery
Many shopping designer or at the Dollar Tree
Constant thefts and scams becoming unpunished robberies
Soul has been cleansed
Already made amends
Unless you want to actually be friends
Please don't talk to me
You think you can relate with the advice you offer me
Yet behind my back its mockery
Never once been a shock to me
So f*** off with the half-assed camaraderie
The same can be said for hypocrisy
Excessive debauchery
How dare you treat another human like property
A f***** up economy
Yet another stupid policy
Whatever happened to equality
For many a lifelong struggle unless they hit the lottery
No matter about being an oddity
Ready to continue the odyssey
Holding it down solidly
Rarely do I f*** with cottage cheese
Bulls*** is what they often seem to be offering
Pondering like Socrates
Nearby several Olive trees
As I feel calm at ease
Every now and then gusts with a small breeze
A heart of gold, meanwhile continual wannabes
If I'm wrong, I man up and correct it with more than apologies
Still a world full of animosities
Half the time, you'd think it was done thoughtlessly
Often occurring vertically and horizontally
At this point, little need for a glossary
In the air, all around the land and across the seas
Moving around wisely instead of just cautiously
Girl I just want you to walk with me
I thought about you subconsciously
Thinking about you day and night with curiosity
But I got caught up on all this new technology
Moving around like a walking zombie
Not an anomaly
Despite occasional changes in viscosity
It can be traced back to the source having a pathology
It's no mystery
Shown throughout history
This pattern has repeated itself rather viciously
The cycle will not go on until infinity
In the end, how can we be on the same page when we see differently
he tried to get the attention
of a wounded nation
Haggai, wanted to shift them to give
God consideration
but they prioritized their time to do
what was best for their needs
forgetting that it's God
Who plants the righteous seeds
your latter will be greater
once you come to comprehend
that the collective needs of the people
is more important than the needs of individual men
today we've got leaders in control
full of corruption
An extreme right-wing agenda causing
nothing but obstruction
we need a Haggai to come in
and strongly speak out
we need a prophet of God to stand up
and commence to shout
we need our spiritual lives nurtured
we need a protein shake of praise
we need a hallelujah moment
we need our voices to be raised
we need to come together
and stand on business as one
we need a multi-generation of God's people
to get the job done
your latter will be greater
when we lock in and be in step
with the wisdom of the seniors
and the energy of the youth to now rep
yes the trauma of the past
has a place in the conversation
something the younger generation needs to hear
and take under consideration
opposition to our mission
is a part of the process
even Jesus had haters
whom He had to address
now don't get upset
you'll never have 100% cooperation
just don't let them hinder you
from completing your application
your latter will be greater
as soon as you adhere to God's plans
and as long as faith comes by hearing
and the words in your ears now land
now let the Holy Spirit quicken
and get you to re-engage
to finish what you started
now you and the Lord on the same page
no more excuses
it's time to show up
just give God a yes
and let Him overflow your cup
don't get discouraged
God will give you a second word
for your latter will be greater
when by the Holy Spirit you'll strongly spurred
just don't let your memory be the enemy
to the now God has in mind
a new day, a new way
the current reality of God
we need to get behind
visions change can be rearranged
we need to focus on the here and now
let go of what used to be
a new way of operating we must allow
your latter will be greater
once you wholly embrace
the concept that God will always
put things perfectly in place
your latter will be greater