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Hey what did I miss?
Do I owe you something,
that every time I make a move in life you react?
Do I owe you success?
That every time I drown, making bad decisions
You recognize,
Judging like an expert.
Does it hurt to mind your own business?
To make absoluteness in your own garden?
And Show us how magical your opinions can be,
Unfortunately, I am not even really bothered in what you do
Course I am too focused on what I do.
Few Opportunities I blew,
And I am not afraid to start off building by a canoe
In my life patience is virtue, and that is one of my principles.
I am not running a race, nor am I in competition,
I am passionate, even risk I don't mind taking
And with assurance I am gonna top up my life with a barbeque.
I dont really care what you think of me,
Please do the same,
I am trying to live my life.
Please stay back from following me around, you are not my shade.
Please stay back, I am not getting married, I dont need a brides-maid
And I am not your lake so please stop showing up like you are a mermaid.
I am saying this and it does not mean I am afraid of you
It’s just all irritating.
Let me downgrade,
Of course that would be so unfortunate.
And Let me loose concentration,
Of course that might seem out of fashion.
You are not sorry, so no need to pretend.
Cut the act,
Course I know it is what you wanted to celebrate in a decade.
Maybe it got delayed.
And maybe I overplayed, but that is still not your concern.
Hey, Im trying to live,
I am trying to live my life the best way I know how.
I fall, I brake, I rise, I succeed, I loose, I fail, make bad decisions, overstay in my struggles?
That should not matter.
Please give me a breath,
I am just trying to live
And In advance I forgive you
Just please! stop being pain in the ass, I want relief,
I don’t wanna be aggressive
You are so destructive, please Just exit.
Exit from my bussiness,
The show is full, I don’t need a guest speaker.
You are too lost in my space please go find yourself somewhere else,
And Stop being a gossiper, you will grow weaker.
Stay focused in your own lane, and use your brain,
And Stop peeping through my book, write your own.
Live your life,
I am also trying to live my own the best way I know how.
I am trying to live,
I am trying to live my life, in peace The best way I know how.
Over dramatic phrases bring back thoughts of old time,
My overdrawn heartbeat sets the pace of every line.
I look through this window as the wind sweeps the trees,
My gaze becomes a stare as my thoughts become beliefs.
My stare begins to fade because there's nothing left to see,
My life becomes my glory as the Spirit speaks to me.
So take a few steps back, let's look at this scene, with the trees,
I'm stuck in this windy forest, as if there's nowhere else to be.
The wind becomes a stutter as it slowly fades away.
The night-life dances off, as the dusk becomes the day.
I begin to wander off, but the Spirit says to stay.
It continues to flow and whisper so swift in the night behind me,
The epic, bittersweet words are faintly spoken, as if to guide me.
Overplayed insights of the future yet to come,
Oh so many years, but yet you're still the one.
I've tried so hard for these words to come out right,
Who would've known I'd be found in this forest, on this night?
The trees are still swaying with the help of the gentle breeze,
Words once held in, now fade away with ease...
Now let's not fool ourselves, the Beast still lurks around.
As if a portrait of bland colors swirl about as I turn around.
He’s waiting for the chance to catch me off my guard.
Who would've known that being faithful could be so hard?
The thought of giving up begins to pound inside my head.
The beast says, "Keeping this 'faith' will amount to nothing in the end."
"How are you so worthy, when you run about and sin?"
"What will you have to give your God when time is up, and you are dead?
But the spirit turns the corner, revealed from surrounding trees.
"Son, save yourself, and just listen to me.
Open up your heart, and be obliged to close your eyes.
I am the worst, I am the best, I am your light when you are blind.
So break the curse, and leave the rest. Follow me, it is time."
Inequity....
I'm thinking loud.
Who spreads the clouds.
Like the courageous coward.
Guards the mighty from the crowd.
Who will fight for Boychild
Who.!?!?
The creator created a father.
Like a magnet to gather.
He was lovely but lonely
Like a glutton..
He wasn't satisfied either...
So God made a mother.
To hold a tall order.
But The more I grow older
Am seen as 'another'.
But they dont bother.
All they see is my sister.
As if am not human either.
Who will fight for me, Boychild.
When she thought lesbian.
Foundations from Africa to European.
Let's help the kin.
Lets broaden the chin.
Male and female.
A motivation I tell.
The skies could clap.
The clouds went a lap.
For they plastered the gap.
But who will fight for Boychild..
I am turning gay.
But that's smiles okay.!!!!
From arctic to Arabian.
Nobody has a say.
As my heart.
I give to a similar lad.
Obscenity of a lost brat.
Soon I die like a rat.
But nobody cares.
Cares for me being lost.
Like a Christian ghost.
Who will fight for us, Boychild.
Our top scenery.
*A third boy to two thirds girl.*
Fighting for the multitude.
Who can't fight for themselves.
All I see is denial.
I taste betrayal...
I am hungry,mum feed me.
I am tired,dad carry me.
I'm in a battle,I lack strength.
Rescue me.
Who will fight for me, Boychild.
When I'm finally gone.
Tell me I tried....
I tried to be manly.
I tried to be whole
I tried to tussle.
But I was overplayed.
I was over-comed
My senses conned
For I lack a fighter.
For I have enemies too.
I have male friends,who...
Lack like me.
In denial like me.
Although right to us.
Accused the rule of nature.
Who will fight for we, Boychild.
@mama
Soursoul
I stumbled last night and today
After a year and 8 months
It started with Chinese cooking wine
It began with the night's emptiness
Wine becomes bad days alone
Beer is weak but fills a belly
Brake all those good days tonight
It isn’t as romantic as I thought
I wanted a proper drink
Giving in to temptation awake
Not like Adam and his apple
The serpent would say finish
Knowledge’s power beckoning
Land of beer and honey
I wanted to swim in my sorrow
I wanted to throw in the dry towel
Anything but watching Netflix
A sanctioned addiction overplayed
A sleep so pure yet sanctimonious
To clink a drink with my sorrows
I wanted a lifeline for today
I remember the year without you
Seeking company in the release
But, that’s an old fantasy revisited
A neuronal spark with no fire
I still have 4 bottles left
I drink in the false morning
Like in the grand old days
Stay dry at least till decency arrives
Tempted again by iteration's hopes
Does it matter if I’m wet or dry?
I should have picked up wine instead
There's more punch in its tannins
Be grateful there’s alcohol in the fridge
Yet, whether the day remains dry or not
The hours with a drink transpire
Wet minds dry slowly as evaporation
If only to be dry as a puddle's remains
Weather the transition scientifically
Rather than take wetness personally
Hop back onto the sobering wagon
Destination health and wellness
Clubbing it
Once I went to a night- club in Albufeira a dreadful place with
garish colours and a man with a Hammond organ also played
many instruments with a total lack of talent, when he rested
a jukebox took overplayed so loud the windows shook.
Around the dance floor – arena – skeletal women sat crows
that looked at men’s crotches and piercing eyes looked into his
wallet the three ugly sisters had felt at home, their fairy-tale
opulence could have lent this place dignity and humour.
Driftwood from all over Europe men swarmed around them
like bees around a jar of honey, a few caught a bee in time
a dream come true golf lessons swimming pool and garden-
Then they got old eating a lettuce a day, slept the afternoon
away in the evening and hungry they had the nails and hair to
do and still dreaming of the right man to rescue them of this
ennui, prisoners of faded beauty and their former lovers
lived at the old folks home up the hill in the interior of Algarve
Yet I could not help feeling sorry for them helpless old age
stuck on a slow liner and no life raft, as they resignedly
waited to be engulfed by cold green sea and
Albufeira continued its dance around tourism a place for
the “hard working worker,” erasing what once had been
a peaceful fishing village along the coast of romance.
Having an inflated ego is detrimental to living a good life
It's a self-serving trait that can lead to tragedy and strife
One who's overconfident is arrogant, his hubris is rife
Overplaying his hand will cut like the blade of a knife
Some think they're better than the rest but should beware
of what happened in the race between tortoise and hare
When a hand is overplayed, there are screams, "Not fair!"
Pompous are those who are caught in their own snare
People who are uppity and conceited are easily derailed,
throwing a hissy fit when they find their ship has sailed
Dealing themselves a hand, but overplayed, it failed
They'd not be in a fool's paradise if modesty had prevailed
Narcissistic egotists seldom change. They don't understand
that when losing cards lie on the table, openly fanned,
they'd have been better off if they hadn't acted so grand
Those who overplay a hand, need a rebuke of reprimand
Taking everything for granted, with pleasure they boast
With excessive vanity, they need attention more than most,
but if I were to lift a glass, as if to honor them with a toast,
it would obviously be satirical and more indicative of a roast
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My God.' how HE is moving smooth! many HE's
Stealing many from the overplayed groove' from
The sinful ruts ' HE stalks the dust. I only in JESUS trust.!
Don't raise yourself or any other, the Spirit teaches closer
Than a brother.' God watches through the eyes of time and
Yet its limits HE leaves behind, HE'S also before.'
And HE'S here right now, HE is marshalling HIS armies
Their extent's just wow! He knows your name the print
Of your soul.' His blood is sins destruction! (be you whole.!)
Two leigons are moving in Canada now.!! Listen people
HE is ALL LOVE all Hope all justice and how.! get into your
Bibles true texts un-abridged, so many ears will tingle! He
Will bring down that ridge..Watch him lift up the valleys
That all folk may see..Level and open.. So plain it will be.!
Let the earthquake erruption strike the wicked that rule.'
In the house that let evil, turn many ministers into fools.'
Ask for His favour..Ask for courage to win..Stand with
Each other.' Trusting only in Him.' Get involved in this move
Now' search out JESUS its time' reach out build in faith
Seize this gift.. Its divine, for vrry soon dear people your tormentor will fall.!! he will
Soon be disowned, davos is in terror.. of our God who will
Awe.!
(But Love Got in the Way!)
Tell me what's there in Christmas that's magic to you?
Is it all life in general? Friendship that's true?
I'm not certain I'm up to what's magic or not,
How could wisdom of Solomon judge Camelot?
For me, magic's more personal, like a first kiss,
Might not mean much to you but for me be pure bliss!
Rode a bike with no hands, found my fears overplayed,
The day mowed a friend's lawn, the first time I got paid!
Oh, each sunrise I'm up, for the rainbow not missed,
And the musical moment I used to resist,
The new wine that's a bargain, her hair not in curls,
Or the night I was laid up, she stood up the girls.
It is Christmas each moment that we stop to think,
And life's treasures recovered, indelible ink,
Though life's end makes more precious the one's we adore,
Still the journey, the journey, is what we live for!
All is magic! Just savor! It changes your life!
Like the day you discover God’s church is His wife!
How mysterious! God's love expressed in Christ's blood
Though same God thought of ending our world with a flood!
Such a wonder, I swear that I can't take it in,
But it has to be magic, who'd die for my sin!
Brian Johnston
5 pm, the 23rd of December 2018
I’m fading away.
Like a tired song,
wearing thin on the air waves,
overplayed in the bar seine,
and I am tired out.
I had to walk out,
it was time to move on
and not to
fade away.
Never been;
Never found,
the connection
to that counterpart.
Still,
it is fun
to hang out
with this crowd
and not care for a while.
The sun is sinking
And it’s cold at night
I sit here thinking
Wondering who might
Color my fading heart.
The horizon is peaking
And I never took that flight
I sit here drinking
Wondering who might
Be that counterpart.
I’m Dreaming;
Like the mind of the child
Who is at home traveling
Venturing the great sea, riled
To fight pirates in the pond.
Never seen
Never found
That captain
To sail my aimless heart.
Yet,
I’m having fun
To hang out
In this seine
And not worry for a while.
Never had
Never loved
That aimless heart
To find my soul-mate
And make that start.
The sun is sinking
And it’s cold at night
I lie here thinking
Or wondering who might
Color my fading heart.
The horizon is peaking
And I never took that flight
I sit here drinking
Questioning who might
Be that counterpart.
Fading as a sunless sea…
Much As Love And Hope Defeats Blackest Blight
I shall walk from the dark into new light
Much as love and hope defeats blackest blight
So too, may faith in recovery ask
Does not the hero, in great courage bask
To stride a victor over battles fought
A winner, hero, to live again thus sought.
I shall walk from the dark into new light
To view morn again, revel in delight
So too, shall hope gift its defending shield
Much as beauty to mankind such truth yields
Knowledge within life's wandering parade
Revealing heart's dreams are too oft overplayed.
I shall walk from the dark into new light
Beg forth a basking moon, to defeat night
So too, will joy and happiness return
As wisdom teaches, life's truths we must learn
Alas! To man a great battle to win
In this earthen sea that so darkly spins.
I shall walk from the dark into new light
Much as love and hope defeats blackest blight
So too, may faith in recovery ask
Does not the hero, in great courage bask.
I shall walk from the dark into new light.
Much as love and hope defeats blackest blight.
Robert J. Lindley, 4-07-2022
Rhyme, ( Found Within A Deep-Sent Night Dream )