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4/10/22
I don't care if god forbids it
All day and night long I fidget
Alcoholic drinks I sip it
THC I smoke, another habit have yet to kick it
I pay it all no mind and have zero interest
You'll bleed out and die with a quickness
If you give yourself slit wrists
B**** quit
Stay out of my business
Good riddance
All of these gimmicks
And peculiar characteristics
It had nothing to do with statistics
Logistics
Or physics
I was about to go ballistic
After I listened to mystics
While trying to interpret hieroglyphics
It eventually turned cryptic
Then I started to get it
When for the longest time I didn't
Meanwhile she put on some lipstick
And others continued to nitpick
Thinking that they are the shizznit
When they're soft like a triscuit
There's always somebody trying to solicit
I'll take nothing for Christmas
I use to be looking for a mistress
Now I remain listless
From the start to the finish
It all took mere minutes
To spend it in one instance
For a brief second I held it with my digits
Going according to plan and as scripted
Another batch of drugs shipped in
Now all of this
I overdo it and mix it
ed up and twisted
If it seems worth it to me, I'll risk it
And stay persistent
Even if for the time being it remains distant
No need for a witness
I don't want forgiveness
Or to kick it
I'm going beyond the limits
No matter about being a misfit
The truth hidden
And forbidden
At one point in time, was this planet paid a visit?
Or is it all just a gimmick
There's a big difference between a wish list
Hit list
And s*** list
Which category do you fit in?
Why is it?
So quick to speak and judge, a bunch of critics
But when I talk, they become crickets
Close and far from thickets
As well as any isthmus
Just remember that eventually this is it
My body's not a stone, unyielding and cold
Nor is it wood, unfeeling, and old
It's flesh and blood, with needs that must be met
Rest and relaxation, to rejuvenate and reset
Don't be a slave to labor, toiling ceaselessly
For when you're gone, your efforts will be but a memory
Those you've worked for, will call you a fool, in death
For neglecting your own needs, and sacrificing your last breath
Find solace in leisure, and joy in life's delight
Savor the fruits of your labor, before the darkness of night
Take a sip of wine, let music move your soul
Dance and merry, let your spirit be made whole
Don't hoard treasures, you'll never live to enjoy
Be moderate, and decisive, let wisdom be your employ
Let go of hatred, and malice, for they'll bring you pain
And lead to heart attacks, and a life of regret and strain
Life's short, enjoy it, while you may
Do good, create impact, but don't overdo, come what may
Consider your health, and your maker, in all you do
For a life of balance, is a life that's true.
I beg him for a kiss
As he heads out to the door
I’m crushed by his response
“We’re not teens anymore
It’s been twenty years
Why don’t you act your age?”
And I’m left to wonder
Am I a fool or sage?
Does romance have a life span?
Does it vanish with passing years?
Am I a hopeless fool
For romance to flow in tears?
Does romance touch a heart
Only once or twice through life?
Is it only a welcomed guest
When you’re a young and pretty wife?
Then I must be a fool
For romance is the air
It’s in the pretty flowers
Oh, I see it everywhere
It’s when I look around me
And revel in nature’s hue
It’s when my heart will burst
When making love so true
I am simply dipped in romance
From my head down to my toes
It rains down from the sky
When I point up the garden hose
It whispers in the wind
That flirts with me at night
It’s in the flickering glow
That lights up a love filled night
I breathe in romance daily
From scented candles in my room
It’s in each line of the books
That make me sigh and swoon
He says I overdo it
And it just makes my heart bleed
Romance is what I thrive on
It’s an ever present need
I guess I’m just a fool
For romance fills my head
But take that away from me
And I might as well be dead.
For Kim Morrison's Contest
Incurable Romantic
May 23, 2013
do not look at me said our lazy cindy lou
she is likely to overdo it if she does it, said Uncle Stew
Dolphin shook his head, voting for Magoo
All we needed now was a boy named Sue
a ghost came along with a big boo hoo
He could not find his shadow said cousin Piggy Pooh
It is under the fence where the kukaburrah grew
this was told by a cat chasing Things one and two
we all ended up in a cottage next to a witch’s flue
someone asked when is the old hag making up the brew?
I had to run back to town for some Pennsicola blue
when I got back I saw the toe of a butterfly’s shoe
a mouse was trying to get out of the sticky green goo
he said “I never wanted to be part of this beefy stew!”
a beat cop came by looking for the hag named Mrs. LaDoo.
He saiid please tell her the gargoyles are fighting in the slew.
In the atmospherev of love, a paradox reigns
Where women chase the tumult, the heart's pains
A nice guy's gentle touch, a soothing breeze
Bores them, and they yearn for the stormy seas
Peace, a virtue men pursue, is a curse
To women, who crave the whirlwind's traverse
A man will flee the drama, the emotional strife
But women cling to the rollercoaster of life
The sweet-bitter thrill, a potent aphrodisiac
Lures them, and they succumb to its toxic charm
Even in calm waters, they'll stir up the deep
And conjure dramas, their souls to keep
A nice guy's kindness, they'll exploit and use
But a bad boy's edge, they'll crave and refuse
To let him change, for in his rough terrain
Lies the excitement, the thrill of the unknown game
If he yields, she'll scorn him, her attraction lost
For the bad boy's mystique, she cannot be crossed
But if he resists, she'll stay, her passions aflame
Tethered to the chase, the emotional game
So, men, beware, the earlier you know
The better for you, to traverse this woe
Nice guys don't win, their hearts laid bare
For women's hearts beat for instability's snare
Treat them as they wish, with a measured hand
Don't overdo, don't try to understand
For in the tumult, they'll find their delight
And in the peace, a dull, unending night.
Mother's Day Tribute
To Mother
Things are complicated, and I’m frustrated
And gag to hear you say with parental authority,
“When you’re older, you’ll understand better!”
Well, that’s a long way into the future, and I’m present here and now,
So spare me the lecture and tell me something important,
Like why am I not pretty like Jilly or smart like Brent?
Why are you always so naïve and treat me like a baby?
Like when I ask questions that don’t sound silly to me.
I have feelings, so quit being mean by talking down to me.
Just because I’m dependent on you for everything,
I will grow up and act more adultish, so give me space
Because I still want to play and pretend with children my age.
I know more than you think, and just because I don’t express myself
Or fret over realistics that are trivialities to me of everyday living,
I’m still a part of this household and not just a piece of furniture.
Love me because I love you, but sometimes you overdo
The love bit too much, which makes me blue
And causes me to say hurtful things that I regret later;
I am a work in progress.
***
Ode to Mother
My mother was dear to me.
She is my guardian angel.
When I dreamed, she always believed;
And when I failed, she was sorely anguished.
The life she bore in labour began,
If not for the love of God,
And came together in her womb.
Then, months later, that baby entered the world.
Whole, a physical specimen,
Completely formed with heart and soul.
A miracle from our Saviour,
Dependent on her for everything;
And by grace, she raised the babe to maturity
To become the person, you see, that is me.
***
Note:
“Mother’s Day” is celebrated on the second Sunday in May. It was created by Anna Jarvis (1864–1948) in 1908, and in 1914, President Woodrow Wilson officially proclaimed Mother’s Day a national U.S. holiday. In Canada, Mother’s Day is not a holiday, but a day of observance.
There is a dull moment to light-
Your reflecting shadow off fright,
When you aren't afraid to fight...
Then you are ready to gladly invite,
Lesson(s) behind every mistaking night
You have spent with the wrong person,
To put right cum morning but it worsen.
There is an attracting awful example:
Your FEELING AMONG attitudes sample,
When you seems outdated like Eve's apple,
Then moment defines you next to trample...
Lesson(s) behind every mistaking couple
You have become without check, tiggers¡
To remind you of past funs; present rigors.
There is a chance to be yourself, just you;
Your life rather attract others' standards too,
When hard work should have checked overdo,
Then you frankly rejected its substantial review...
Lesson(s) behind every mistaking view
You have misinformed those that need JUST YOU to stay,
To know their class you belong; fake life led them astray...
I hope you are still glad,
To be happy and not sad.
When what fun gives many a lad
Backfired cum regrets, such fad!
Is thrilling and exploring...
To remember such, adoring!
When you want a home, restoring...
Betwixt then and now seems boring.
I hope it isn't too late,
To correct and actuate-
What FAKE duly overrate;
Be glued to its real state.
4/7/22
When push comes to shove
On and on I trudge
Never reyling on anything below or above
People still judge
Always giving a fudge
And out for blood
At one point I was looking for love
Now I turn to the alcohol and drugs
And struggle with funds
f***ed up drunk and too lit
I overdo it
In a world that can be ruthless
I always drink and smoke too much
Then I start to compute stuff
But with reality, I lose touch
Every single color of the spectrum, not just black and white
Day and night
Life is beautiful yet ugly
Trust me
If you don't care
You'll get nowhere
Never go there
This all is not just from an alcoholic's view
Does well to follow through
It really all does fall on you
Disagree, argue or call it true
Staying streetwise
Won't get far with a weak mind
Told y'all more than three times
That each time
I'll be fine
No need for a peace sign
Don't care about all of the cheats and lies
If you look into these eyes
I need mine
Before it's too late, heed my
Words among humans and animals like felines
On either side of the tree line
And creek side
As time continues coursing
Warning
A storm is forming
During any weather, whether or not it's cold or warming
The same could be said for night and morning
Across the lands
Always willing to dig deep when it got bad
Never went according to and was not planned
Took more than a strong hand
No concern about being 'god damned'
As an honest man
Let's go play on a fool's holiday
spending all the money we never saved
Live for now cause tomorrows far away
having a blast on a fool's holiday
Champagne breakfast in a five star hotel
rolling the dice for casino thrills
Cruising the Seine on a Paris eve
caviar and Kobe beef we feast
Tropical beaches to get us a tan
jet set life style without a plan
Burn those credit cards charge charge Charge!
fool's holiday living ever so large
And when those bills catch us coming overdo
what can they take when we got little and few
Bankruptcy court and seven years no credit line
but damn did we have one hell of a time
Let's go play on a fool's holiday
spending all the money we never did save
Live for now cause tomorrows far away
having a blast, too bad it can't last, fool's holiday.
She threw the best birthday party at eighty-three.
With a hip hip hooray and a whimsical whee…
We could barely get tickets, everyone was there.
She was dancing the watusi in her pink underwear.
Don’t sweat the small stuff, she said, girly girl!
Her hair was dampish, and her legs were a swirl.
Aren’t you afraid you will overdo? I asked Goo.
She laughed until her neck almost broke in two.
I jumped into the fray and danced with two old men.
She is really something! Said the old one, named Hem.
I have known her since elementary, and she is a peach!
I did not have to tell him she was way out of his reach.