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She’s eighty-nine years of age
So wise she’s quite a sage
As long as she’s sane
Long may she reign
I do hope she draws a good wage
She married Prince Phillip who’s Greek
His gaffes sometimes make him a geek
When he opens his mouth
His brains they go south
The Queen cringes when he starts to speak
They live in London in a palace so grand
The finest royal residence in the land
Waited on hand and foot
I guess they will stay put
Crowds are entertained by a marching band
Prince Charles is King in waiting
His mother’s reign he is berating
Banana skins on the floor
Superglue on the door
Some hope he will never be King
He married Camilla Parker Bowles
She loves to drive off in the ‘Rolls’
Before he was married to Di
Camilla had caught his eye
And now his heart she controls
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05~09~15
Nobody understanands why? Feels like im living in a big lie
Things never can be sane, I wish i can just end it all release this pain.
I'm feeling drained, maybe I can run away, away from all the hurt
what i feel everyday it dissappoints, It feels so dark what a place
Feel like the walls are closing in and im in a tight place overly confused,
and fraustrated. So feeling like hell what i got to lose!
Sounds of the rain falling down
why can't i just have all my family, my love ones around
As the tears keep dropping down my face
I feel like im losing all my faith
Friends what are those? I express what i feel and i watched them door close.
Now im all alone, Now i got my daddy he's always had me
We pray, we cry he's my biggest fan my real family.
Now my husband to be I got him too
We fuss, we cuss at times at one another this man here
will fight with me all the way through my solemate, Yes! his love is true.
My bestfriend to the end, the world we will rule
Didn't think the people who meant the most to me could be so cruel.
Depression is a mental disease that nobody will believe.
It's real and will kill, and still im fighting but now i just dont know what's real
My world has fell apart and don't know where to start.
To become a better me then yesterday, it's hard and NO! stop asking
I'm not o.k. Love and support goes a long way,
Instead of making a person feel they are in the way.This explains my day! Ok
High…way up high in the aqua blue sky,
I see a black and white checkered kite…
floating higher and higher than I, myself…
But, I was shoved
Into another shelf…
High…way up high in the aqua blue sky,
2 birds were flying together in harmony… it made me smile
If only…I could fly another mile…
If only…I could higher my smile…
If only…I could fly higher
If only…I could taste ecstasy…
people would accuse me as a liar
If I experienced the best day of my life…
But, I don’t wanna live with undying strife…
I want peace…
Hand it over, please…
Hand me the keys
So I could experience perpetual peace
I took flight like those bird couples…
But, I was on an airplane…
High…way up high in the aqua blue sky,
I wouldn’t be greedy for gain…
I’m trying to act sane…
But, I’m actually insane
In many ways…I love my uniqueness…
And my stubbornness… and my gladness…
And my madness… my imagination goes wild
But, I need to put it on a leash…so I could remain mild
High…way up high in the aqua blue sky,
I’d feel the rain
Trickle down my hands…my wet, wrinkly hands
High…way up high in the aqua blue sky,
No one would understand
How awesome and wonderful I’ve felt that day…
Up there…
up there…I felt like a king…
But, now I lost that memory…I lost my ring
To success…but I’m willing to pick up my progress…
My pace…is slow like a snail’s pace
Do you see me crying? Just look at my face…
High…way up high in the aqua blue sky,
I’m the clouds absorbing tears
High…way up high in the aqua blue sky,
I’d be willing to release them…
but they’ve been stored up forever it seems
And…hell – I have been
Shaking with fear…
Breaking by the seams
High…way up high in the aqua blue sky,
I was……..
Daydreaming again…
My mind was stuck on cloud 7…
Thank heavens
That I’m still alive – staring into space
Just look at my sopping face…
I see no grace…I see only a pathetic face
In the mirror…….
This little dream of mine
Was rather sublime
I was a sweet boy,
but now I’m sour like lime
If I were a bird,
I'd fly away from my problems...
I'll flutter away
Without a care in the world...
I want to be happy-go-lucky...
But, I'm bound to submit to my
Misery.............................
My Prayer Of Ask
Lead us- Dear Father Guide us over great Jehovah from our barren lands
We ask you, Lord, to lead us and keep us sane far from the legion of darkness thick and gross hands.
Build up our minds Our hearts, and our habits to a planned path of love given.
Our weakness oppression destruction we cried and cry for our thoughts to bow down to the soul birth that we came here with inside the womb of life making the purpose the reason very clear love tone straight journey home our desires be far from obsessions. save us!
Protect us from Beliah's movements in the world's great wounds of sacrifices made to destroy one another as a ritual to kill steal sift to destroy our brain membrane in his part in Earth's Atmosphere!
From Lucifer's air of false allusions false heavens and false faces back to generations his desire to sift us as wheat in every emotion.
From Satan,s Hellfire gates of hell never let it prevail against us
Please give us the keys to the kingdom!
From Leviathan's waters that live to drown the soul in high waters for fun. Let you my Father deal with him!
From now and forever lead! Guide built up the Secret Places we Own never leave us on the island of Depression alone in the backstreets of loneliness as we walk through the valley our shadow of death help not to fear no evil for you are with us all the way your rod and your staff it comforts us from all harm save us from our self for many were called but few are chosen.
We carefully give you our love and praise forever and beyond the Seven Heavens to the Throne of Grace your love is an intoxicated mystery to unfold
as it is in heaven so is it on earth today for me am always enduring my hurt my pains flow and drip a sea of bloody tears bloody cruel pain but no one can really see this or seem to understand for all of us wear a silly smiley face mask called my body flesh and my laughter my tears wipe away when love can twin our flame but this one thing for sure goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life and I will dwell in the house of the Lords forever Amen!
Some say you're crazy.
Some say you're sane..
Some say you're a ladies man.
Some say you're vain..
It's time to learn the secret truth.
The secrets of the heart.
It's time to learn the secret truth.
And get a brand new start.
Some say you're happy.
Some say you're gay.
Some say you're the only man.
Who can brighten up their day.
It's time to learn the secret truth.
The secrets of the heart.
It's time to learn the secret truth.
And get a brand new start.
Some say you're a lover.
Some say you're a fool.
Some say you're the only man.
Who's really hip or cool.
It's time to learn the secret truth.
The secrets of the heart.
It's time to learn the secret truth.
And get a brand new start..
Secret Truth Song-Poem By Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 1989,2015..ALL rights reserved..
The richest man, in the world
To be at the top of a trade or business must be a burden
that also goes for famous artists
I'm thinking of a man so wealthy he can buy anything
he desires, is there such a thing as limitless preference?
for a business type, it must be hard
to understand
people who are happy with less and have no hunger
to walk the extra mile for slippery glory and medals
and prizes were given to him for his wealth and not
for his personality, that when faced with
the nonpractical discourse appears to falter
there is, of course, the desire to get what you want
but paying for it, which, since it was not given freely
loses its allure, and a sense of bitterness seeps in
to be the top dog dominating the backyard is manly
but to be loved for its own sake is much more sane
Life is never 100% good, or 100% bad
The ups and downs are as normal as breathing
Going with the flow is pretty sound advice
It's how I've been able to stay relatively sane all these years
Each tragedy through life makes us stronger
And makes us able to laugh at all the trials and tribulations
If we could change things, most would opt for better control
But the diversity is what makes us strong
Sounds like a kind of “catch 22” situation doesn't it
We must endure hardships to help us feel better by comparison
It tells us that life is not always a bed of roses
Which is evident by all the nasty stuff
That continues to happen around the world
But if we remain strong, the result is a better understanding
Of what it takes to make it through this crazy old world
I don't profess to have all the answers
This is just my take on living a happy care free life
I reiterate, life is never all good or all bad
© Jack Ellison 2014
Our sweet Sophie dog has a stuffed duck that we have to tolerate
We put up with it more than most fairly sane dog-less people might.
It has a broken neck, its eyes bulging, and its beak is agape.
It smells raunchy, it is dirty, and its stuffing is not tight or right.
We have been walking over this best friend more often of late.
Sophie dog leaves it in doorways, and hallways, slightly in sight.
We call it her baby, and she thinks it is the greatest of great.
We trip on it now and then, sometimes screaming or jumping in fright.
We have tried to replace it with a newer version three times of late.
She will not have any other, for this one she will scream for, and fight.
It is firmly in her teeth, when she goes out in the morning, to face the day’s fate.
She and I sleep with it on the bed, staring at us both, with eyes of knowing might.
Hearing the news of 9/11 again...and it makes me look back at that destructive day
I remember it slightly...it's a sheer memory in my mind, but at least it's sunny today
Reading signs all around me and feeling at ease for a while
Taking a trip in a truck full of food items and I'm clearing up my boredom pile
Pre-ch: Oooh oooh oooh what is this feeling I feel?
My heart is made of the finest steel
These wounds I bear are about to heal
Hours pass me by and I haven't wasted much of it - even if I did, it's no big deal
Ch: I'm fulfilling success and failure all in one package
Pushing my way out...rummaging out of the wreckage
Now I'm approaching the lane of positivity and negativity
I'm playing the role of a hard worker, carrying responsibility
On my shoulders...there's a huge load on my shoulders
The future is knocking on the door of my cranium and the past neighbors of nostalgic restlessness blurs
I'm holding on to the last ounce of optimism
I am the sand of the sea and you're the precious prism
Stacking boxes upon boxes upon boxes...and watching the shipping man stack boxes upon boxes upon boxes
Volunteering is something I should always be willing to do when I am facing my lonely states
The truck is zipping through the street, making a whole lot of movement but I don't mind at all - as long as we make progress
Fearing the worst is something I shouldn't do, but motivation and hope are one of my most prized traits
Pre-ch
Ch
Blissful silence and guiltless essence are wrapped all in one package...they are the vigilant moons and brilliant suns
Break the eggshells of immense shame and throw all your worries down the drain
Refrain from driving me insane, expired guilt that overflows from a truck load of milk cartons
Why do I suddenly feel calmness and gratefulness at this present time? For once, I feel sane
Pre-ch
Ch
Ch
Honestly, my life has produced its lows and highs
Oh joy, how time flies by and bugs me like flies
That hover all around me like the advertisements of the city streets
Coping with the corruptions and temptations that try to get me hooked on sweets
I have planted myself on the front seat of the truck, feeling like I can relate to the products that are in back of us
We are both all in one package - isn't everyone somewhat in the same rowdy bus? I will work a sweat and not fuss
(“Nonbinary”, 2023, original encaustic)
We live in insane times
Which is a world apart
From living in sane times.
Now it pays to live in a bubble of woe
Struggling out in the open for all to see.
The Master Controller thinks it holds the key
Hell bent on bending the arc of reality
To suit its needs;
The need to be right, noticed and accepted
An Ego exalted on the throne
Of its own wretched delusion
But the definition of insanity is clearly
Doing the same thing again and again
Hoping for a different result.
No matter how much it bends
Reality always snaps back.
(2/15/26)