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Mystical cat in gray scale jump around blues
Your pink tongue is rougher than the soles on my shoes
You exude a mystique that makes imagination smile
I was so glad to know you after a while.
Mystical cat in gray scale jump around blues,
Your eyes are so beautiful, I easily excuse…
The way you tear up my Kleenex and tissues as well.
And howl at night as if we are living in hell.
The neighbors are having a fit, your serenades must stop
I do not want to have to park you out in the country with Pop
But frankly, my friend, this cat-wallowing has gone way too long.
Continue it and you will have to find a new place to sing your nightly song.
I walked from the office with a newfound vigor;
it was around 2:15 PM and my guts were at ease.
I'd had a good night's sleep, a good morning's work,
and a brief but vigorous workout right before lunch.
I'd put in some work in the early afternoon,
but I wasn't too busy for a 13-minute stroll around the plaza.
High sixties. The tiniest hint of a breeze. Soft, warm sunshine.
A stomach filled but not overly so.
My muscles pleased to be mildly exerted
after knowing rougher wear.
A body rejoicing in self-improvement,
traveling backwards to a younger time
even while fantasizing over what it might become.
A mind content that it can navigate its tasks without trouble,
always ready to immerse itself
in the tiniest of beautiful truths
that the world constantly presents.
A soul that sees itself on the path to God,
trusting to a happy ending even while believing
there will be much pain before then.
A heart brimming with zealous fire,
so ready to give itself to another.
And my heart-soul gasped a little in a moment of realization,
as it has at times before.
What a perfect day it is.
You have given me so very much.
And these blissful days see me on the rise,
disciplining my mind,
strengthening my body,
learning better how to guard my soul,
and watching my impatient little heart
waiting for its turn at a dream.
Oh, how perfect!
To be caught up in the halcyon perfume of fairest winter-spring,
warm in the sun and cool in the shade.
To have much, but yet still have reasonable hope
that tomorrow might be sunnier, still.
6 February 2024
You live and die
And that’s all you can do in this life
This day tomorrow may not be wished upon
As the eve of my passing days seem rougher than shown
And everything you do reminds you of chances blown
Off to the sides as a pedestrian you continue to roam
In your deepest pleasures you no longer lust to moan
You live and you die
And that’s all you can do in this life
You try and you attempt to get by
But you falter, and die
Key words being said “you try”
I’m always alone
Always and forever, I have no home
You bow your head
And you pray to your god
I smile, no I smirk
For I know there is no easing this hurt
My casual worth
Sarcastically is actually dirt
You live and you die
And that’s all you can do in this life
What other reason could one be here?
Other than to pursue pleasure and happiness
Yet enduring this pursuit of comfort
We are plagued with what happens to be stress
I’m open to all thoughts, so you tell me
What can you do besides live and die
I hear that’s all you can do in this life
To forgive is to love.
Forgiving someone is as hard as it is to love them.
At this point, I can testify that it is a narrow path to tread,
You look on, while the best opportunities to avenge melt away from your sight.
Then, you open your doors to those that have wounded you,
And are still potential threats to humanity.
You start to learn to sit with them on the same table,
As it was in the beginning,
In the beginning, before Lucifer invaded on your relationship!
Forgiving is not any easy task to fulfill,
You enter waters, which grow deeper and dirtier with waves becoming rougher,
Moment by moment, minute by minute!
You sometimes have to go an extra mile,
To cultivate deeper in order to find one reason,
Just one reason to renew the friendship that was previously torn apart;
You choose to love those that actually, do not deserve it from you;-
If we were to speak the truth here!
You choose to reward evil with love, bad with good.
And when you make peace with them,
Even when they did not take any step to apologize,
Or when they became too proud to acknowledge their wrong deeds,
You put away all that is in the past to the past.
You free your mind from any other dark agendas,
Praying to God every single day, for his counsel,
When anger seems to be overwhelming the scarred heart!
You try to move on,
You try to forget, but trust me,
This is the hardest test for man.
The memories may not be washed away forever,
But you keep praying to God to erase it all!
Sometimes, you are faced with episodes of the anger of the past,
And you may even regret allowing the bastards back into your life,
For, they will at some point repeat their mistakes or do even worse;
And hurt you more than they did before.
But, like I said, it is so hard to forgive,
Yet it is necessary to forgive!
But,
To forgive is to love,
And with all the love,
You can live a free and peaceful man.
The Lord Mayor received a letter,
The Chief Constable the same,
From the Big House in London,
Signed a double-barrelled name.
Harry Finnegan received a letter,
Not the same of course;
Tea at the City Hall next Tuesday
And kindly bring your horse.
There’s anticipation in the city,
The worst there’s ever been;
Finnegan’s horse has been invited
To take tea with the Queen.
Of course it’s really a secret.
They don’t know why she's here.
Harry Finnegan aint telling
Even after twenty pints of beer.
On arrival the queen got chilled
As she was driven up and down
Reading through the graffiti
In the rougher part of town.
And old Harry Finnegan,
Being a perfect gent
Lent her a horse blanket
To use till she went.
She said if she ever ever
Needed a horse for the day,
Like changing of the guards etc
Could he ensure he wasn’t away.
Then the Queen knighted Finnegan
Though she said of course
This isn’t for you Sir Harry
It’s for your magnificent horse.
They raised glasses in tribute to him
And Phil the Greek pulled his mane;
My dear old sir, he said,
We shall surely meet again.
Come up to the palace,
Meet our Charlie and our Anne.
They both like horses
Andd she is your special fan.
Then as they set off back to London.
Harry Finnegan’s old horse started
Laughing and laughing and laughing
And very discretely, land lazily far-ed.
Sir Harold Finnegan still loves his horse
Though not in any carnal sense, of course.
Will put his face in your face
Thinking it's a race
Who can be tougher
Who can be rougher
A bully will pick a fight
Try to ignite a fire
And then keep it raging
By throwing fuel
Disrespectfully engaging
Not wanting to give up the duel
A bully
Puts his face in your face
Mocking you making a disgrace
Only of his own maturity
Displaying his intentional obscurity
A bully
Puts his face in your face
Invading your space
Let's his anger speak
Confirming to himself he is strong
By making you look weak
In his mind he is never wrong
When a bully strikes
Tell a teacher. Calm down.
Uplift tour frown. Walk away
Resolve conflict on another day
Have you ever wondered?
Being in an adult blunder
A reason for going to class
Besides the well-known intellectual pass
Is it to learn the alphabet?
Addition subtraction you may get
Going to the swing set for fun
After morning school work is done
Lessons get tougher
Recesses physical education play is rougher
Dissect a frog
Read the Odyssey Greek log
Experience another language like English Shakespeare
Experimenting wiping your first ‘in love’ tear
Relationships come along
Figuring out who is really in the wrong
Respecting alternative lives
Not giving a bother to the neighbors who are two husbands or wives
Going off to a higher level
Where some are angels others are devils
Sharing dorm rooms
Walking back from the library under the moon
Having a serious set back
And a fraternity support with a paddy whack
Sorority sisters are all right
Waiting for a passionate slobbery bite
Four years later you turn your tassel
Return to Mom and Dad’s castle
Food on the table
Free cable
First job
Is an easy lob
Getting a start
Pushing the mail cart
Reality has no happy hour
Invited to the executive lounge to be introduced to power
Boss gets nailed
You end up in jail
Who pays the bail?
Parents docking from a vacation sail
Life is cruel
Is the golden rule
Stay independent
Avoid resentment
Enjoy the short time here
By passing another six pack of Corona Beer
A Great Dane and a Sausage dog were tied outside a bar
The Sausage dog was frisky and his instincts said, ‘Aha!’
And then they sniffed each other’s butt ’cause that’s how doggies greet
The Sausage dog said, ‘Hi there girl, do you think I’m sweet?’
They chatted and decided that they’d do what doggies do
The Great Dane chuckled. ’Hey up shorty, I’m too tall for you.’
But Sausage had it figured and he climbed up on a chair
He boasted, ‘Take a breath because you’re in for quite a scare.’
And as he started thrusting, as had been his master plan
Two stones were thrown up - from the street - by a passing van
They hit the Great Dane on the head, one smooth but one was rougher
She groaned aloud and Sausage said, ‘Suffer baby, suffer!’
10/28/16
No time for any sucker
Since I'm not getting any younger
Got to stay up, before getting permanently put under
I don't need no maid or butler
The same can be said for any cookie cutter
Anyday, as I do and don't discover
Among things intact and punctured
Straight up gutter
Near and far away from any buzzards
Onto something rougher and tougher
Year round, fall, winter, spring and summer
A world full of so much different colors
As well as things labeled and numbered
Either disorganized or well structured
Mass quantities of items have been plundered
Much of which became asunder
Nobodies perfect we all make blunders
Respect and love your sisters, brothers and mother
Similar yet different from one another
Near and far from lumber
During sunshine, rain, snow and thunder
I can't help but wonder
Due to my own curiosity and hunger
By: Dalton Ogletree
Behind every smile that you see
Is a thousand memories
Of when times where so much tougher
These feelings I felt, much rougher
Behind every laugh that you hear
Is a cluster of frozen tears
That were shed with sorrow in silence
Hiding from the surrounding violence
Behind every nice thing I say
Is an insult to myself of hate
Scars from when I just wanted to feel
Something that would finally be real
Behind the person that I am
Is a life that never fully began
Cut short by my own hand
Sentenced to a deserted neverland
Forever I continue to exist
In a paranoid state of bliss
When you look at me, you will never see
The lies behind that are unseen