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Whenever I hear someone say
I was always taught to believe
in myself and I can be and achieve
anything I want and put my mind to
The sky is the limit dare to dream
and don't let anyone else tell you otherwise
The 1st that springs to mind to me
Is that's all well and good if you wish
or choose to buy into that
But unfortunately in life cold hard reality
dictates that seldomly doesn't actually happen
Until you eventually wake up 1 day and figure
out for yourself sadly life don't work that way
That belongs and should be resigned to
the inside of a greeting card
With a footnote saying P.S
If everyone could be exactly what they
choose or wanted to be
Wouldn't life be great
Or are you rather suggesting some
people make the conscientious decision
To be viewed and treated as nothing more
less than worthless scum by other people
Now ask yourself who is smart and who
is dumb
Is it me or is it them
Or are you testing or is this a test of my intelligence
And did I pass because that to me
sounds like as if you are
blowing smoke up my backside
And that's ok and not a bare faced lie
so long as what you are asking me to
believe in is
That you are bonufid living proof stood
before my very eye's
Proving all your and everything you ever
dreamed of and aspired to become can
come true if you believe and try hard enough
So answer me this is this all you ever wanted
to be
Good enough for you but not for me I can
do so much better
Hearts are not something to be taken lightly.
According to life's essential need.
Anything else would be considered making noise.
Hearts are like mid sized drums. fragile in the way that they beat.
Lingering throbs, echoing intensely.
Seldomly, A snare dropped off key, played softly.
Filling the space of the smallest thought.
Realizing that mistakes can and will occur.
Something not to be taken lightly.
The fragile pop of the smallest thread.
Over thought in motion.
Continuing to move about.
Balanced by the placement of steady hands.
Regaining composure.
A new note soulfully played in cadence with another.
Realizing that there is no such thing as control when it comes to matters of the heart.
A constant rhythm that goes misunderstood until it meets a set of ears to willingly listen.
A Definitive purpose. Finding bliss in filling the gaps of another note.
Without embarrassment, without shame to be themselves.
Tirelessly in unison.
The throb of steady hearts.
This was life being lived to the fullest.
This was the first time I truly heard music at it's finest.
It was never the steady pace of the drum,
But everything that took place around the pop.
Only to amplify as I grew older
Never the morning new, resembles it's synonym
Neither the nights twin themselves with one another
Nor the dawn believes in self-same blunder
The years too, alter themselves being aware of catastrophic thunder
Change ain't new to nature
Nor to human race, nothing to wonder!
That one voice changes, in addition to those hairs
Seldomly the structure remains same
That one choice changes, in addition to those thoughts
Seldomly the wishes remain same
Changes the aim
Changes the frame
It's Time whose behind this game
Sounds lame, what a matter of shame!
Only loses no gain
Left with no claim
Remains same the pain
Remains same the stain
Remains at its place, the vain!
Foolish Time, solely disdain!
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Your compassionate empathy, envelopes all of me
Eyes dark like the night, yet only one star do I see
My eyes are raining from your souls sensuality
I want you to know you own my sentimentality
The waters mixing between us are purifying perpetually
Honoring who you are is not founded in any complexity
Cut the strings, in sharing presence we are not marionettes
Enjoy us, for us, in moments seldomly shared by puppets
A tiny stage built by you and I to act out our plays
All memories created to recall on life's gloomy days
Never a daunting obsessiveness of you on my mind
Just simply thinking of you always as my kind of "kind"
Fanny's flirts and flings had found her fickle fame,
She couldn't shed her shady shame off her name.
T'was more give than take,
Yet none for her sake -
Till one fond foreplay - Fanny finally came.
From there Fanny's fishy repute fell deep down,
Far, wide and beyond her native English town.
Not the faintest flirt
She would ever blurt -
Fanny from then came with a fret and a frown.
Fanny's infamous frenetic fellow Dick
Stood up and came to comfort Fanny real quick.
Dick and his glory
Left in a hurry -
Perpetuating plot - Fanny and the Prick.
To Dick's bewildered eyes it turned out Fanny,
In the grand scheme of thing was drag queen Tranny.
Dick ran for his life,
And back to his wife -
Scared, seldomly strayed from adoring Annie.
April 28, 2023
I didn't know the blithe Flower Child.
Whose singing, dancing others said wild
One with flowers and love in her song.
She was a wildflower all along.
Wildflowers bloomed for miles and miles.
We looked at them and broke out in smiles.
They borrowed their tints from rainbow's hues
Then traded sips of light-falling dew.
The flower child was eager to share
her home with those painting art in air.
Sampling exotics and leaves unnamed
In tie-dyed shirts, ponytails untamed.
Wildflowers that grew spontaneously
Nature designed to live wild and free.
To feel summer's breeze blowing their blooms.
Growing askew, we knew, faeries groomed.
Flower child had a message, you see.
Altho said psychedelically.
She wanted a world in peace at last,
her Heart ached for young souls passed
The wildflowers had a message, too:
If you want flowers, trees and a view,
Our voices cry we can't go alone
Someday, rivers will dry up like stone.
Flower Child but a memory now.
Her message of peace was lost somehow.
Blossoms have died, love no longer shared.
Looking back now, I wish more had cared.
Seasons changed, rain comes seldomly now;
Or, torrents come, flooding earth and bough.
Wildflower patches have grown so small,
Soon there'll be no wildflowers at all.
The thing about killing Angels
you have to remember is always go for the kill shot
Most of them can easily take a grenade to the face
Those arch ones usually stay put and watch
Basically on tap with God
Seldomly they will make an appearance
Demons are tricky
Disguise themself basically animal vegetable mineral
One time my electric razor tried to bite a clump from my cheek, huh still makes me smile
He turned towards the boy
His crumple of a face
grimacing
The book boy learn it well
He turned hunched over
Bent and snatched the head from
the prone child at his feet
The sack boy open it
Without the head
We won’t be fed….
The boy pulling a single golden strand from his pocket
the strand warping reality around it
air forming the sack
Please
Just once
Not a three point shot…
Another 3 seconds he chide only infinity to go
At this rate we will be working long after the end
1 minute smiling
Like a Cheshire cat
Laid in wait like a masked paid assassin
Only for 2 minutes later
To be found crying
Lying in the fetal position
Sucking on your own thumb
Like a new born baby
Cradled in a manger
No 1 knows or for what
Apparent reason either or either occurs
We seldomly even know ourselves
Let alone are able to help or can stop it
Despite full well knowing the signs
From the initial onset institaneously
We simply don't or can't tell
What is going about to happen
From 1 minute moment to the next
Until eventually the dust has settled
And we are no longer smiling
But crying filled with remorse and regret
She wasn't selfish enough,
That was the problem.
She would think about it often,
Sometimes she even made plans.
Seldomly she'd even start to prepare.
Though she never took the last step.
She wasn't selfish enough.
That was the problem.
She wasn't selfish enough,
That was the problem.
Once, she had thought it through.
Once, she had made the plans.
Once, she had finished the preparations.
Once, she had taken all but the last step.
But she wasn't selfish enough.
And that was the problem.
She wasn't selfish enough,
That was the problem.
The thought of family and friends,
it always stopped her.
She didin't want to make them suffer.
So insted she kept on suffering.
She wasn't selfish enough.
And that was the problem.
Form:
Gangstalking is very inhumane
Almost always leaving you insane
Nobody seems to help or care
Onlookers just sit and stare
Echoes of fear, no place to be free
Puzzled by what they hear and see
Lost in shadows, yearning for dawn
Victims missing and presumed gone
Dreams whispered, seeking a sign
Unpleasant life is anything but fine
Echoes of hope, faint but still alive
Unaware of skills to happily survive
Some Victims are tortured and abused
Family members are all but amused
In shadows cast, their cries subside
Without any country that likes to divide
Death and hatred is what people try to achieve
Families of victims mope around and grieve
In darkness, a beacon flickers, ignites
Victims trying hard to avoid most fights
Peace is lost and never can be found
Not realizing the people lurking around
Victims lives are in turmoil and never grand
Never given solutions or any helping hand
Promises are never kept, and dreams left to fade
More people begin to appear and start to invade
In every heart, a light still glows, waiting to show
Victims tell abusers, “You will reap what you sow!”
Most victims are well aware and know for a fact
That America doesn’t care and has turned it’s back
Life becomes a losing battle and dream
In this land where hope is seldomly seen
A savior is what God needs to truly needs to send
To give assistance to anyone unable to defend