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I wake in a rush~
green, fuzzy, full of purpose
until a racket smacks me
into sudden enlightenment.
I sail, spinning,
seeing the world in fast-forward:
white lines blurring,
players grunting,
the sun cheering me on
like a loud, overexcited coach.
I hear everything~
the gasp when I clip the net,
the groan when I bounce out,
the triumphant whoop
when I land exactly
where someone wanted me.
I think a lot, actually~
mostly about momentum,
destiny,
and why humans argue
so passionately
over where I land.
But what I feel
is the court beneath me~
its clay, its grass, and grit~
a brief, grounding moment
before I’m launched again
into the bright, chaotic ballet
of being a ball
with no say
in where I’m going next.
Truthfully speaking let me give y'all my perspective
my points of view on teachings, knowledge & lessons
Now there's been times like now where I was regretting
but as far as my mental I fight to keep it in check
As far as females go I had my fair share
I was only in love with two
for the rest of them I really didn't care
I was bluffing in the past
and now here I am again searching for love
not to say I wasn't back then
but at the time it was kisses & hugs
If you lost a loved one my heart morns for you
I thought me & my 1st love
were going straight to the honey moon
but sooner or later reality smacks some sense into you
it's like stray bullets from the AK it ain't gone miss you
If I had a choice I wouldn't go back and change my life
not one moment, whether the murders
I seen or the physical strife
I was on my spiritual kite but got struck by lightning
and ever since then I been on my death bed physically fighting.
Bent love never dies; it just keeps bending.
Until it morphs into a burning boomerang.
That smacks you in the chambers of your half-mast heart.
I breathe inside a three-bedroom chasm.
Somewhere between happy and what-ifs.
Saying hello to a twenty-six-year-old echo.
Of close calls and head-on crash regrets.
You deserve a good life.... I don't.
You've taught me, after decades of decline, what unconditional really is.
It's that satin island that I've been sailing toward upon this broken ship.
Even though I screwed you into the rotting wood of my id.
I'm truly happy that you landed softly in a heart.
That gave you that elusive elixir called
"What I couldn't give."
Mushroom hippie girl of the Seventy Forest
How dare you infiltrate my dreams yet again
I guess I must paint you in the morning
Or rather draw you in the morning, and then paint you.
What pets do you prefer? Cocker spaniel? Turtle?
Do you want them obvious or should I hide them?
I will get started at my earliest convenience.
What about your hair? Do you prefer two-toned?
I jump out of bed and begin to draw, for how can I not?
She is wearing bell-bottoms now, and has her foot on her mushroom house.
The cocker spaniel wants to be yellow? That is silly I think. My muse smacks me.
I have two muses. Trixie for Poetry; Pixie for paintings. Pixie is the mean one.
Okay, I say. Mind if I get some coffee? I know I am going to be up awhile.
An hour later she is all drawn and inked, ready for some paint.
It is three-thirty and I must get ready for work in an hour and a half.
I lay down for about two seconds before Pixie takes a bite out of my leg.
Silk wading thru wistfully warm sea waters,
my dreaming fingers have lingered to potter
with ocean surface, sun sparkled glitters.
My poetic pieces have gone full twitter
in charmed waters of crystal clear rarity
where I felt God's love soothe life's severity.
Slowly easing into ocean powered waves,
my playful moods have seriously caved
from forceful, salt stinging, brutal wave smacks.
My body has ached sea bruised, blue and black.
Rough seas crudely taught me joy may survive
despite waves of fright that savagely arrive.
Now, reaching the end planks on my journey's pier
and viewing my twilight's approach so clear,
it's past sunshine glitters that most sustain
these concluding sea views for my earthly gain.
Yet, I know without crass waves that abused,
wading joys would not have peaked this enthused.
What sorcery is afoot in the woods on this October night?
I stir a few embers, and relight myself
The humans asleep or dead, I don’t care which
I am alive, a fire phoenix, replenishing my absoluteness
An owl hoots a warning, trying to wake them up
I begin to dance, as warmth spreads throughout my timbers
Sure, you thought I was dead, but surprise.
I am replenishing myself, understanding no one else will
Sparks! A joy overtakes me as hope and optimism arrive
A flash of yellow, on her way to becoming full out red.
A flame. I scream with happy pops and smacks.
Bam! I am once again a full blown blaze.
Why do these campers never put me out completely?
Do I care? I am leaping, lunging, laughing, loving myself.
My yellows and oranges are dazzling the entire forest.
My flame shadows light up the tents of the sleeping.
I am mystical, magical, ethereal, an alchemist, a sorcerer.
How will they react when they realize I have again
Forsaken them, and burned up another forest thanks to them?
I am impassioned, alive, a full blown pyromaniac of a fire!
I'm a little bit crazy
Sanity hasn't been found lately
Laughing uncontrollably at the unbelievable
The chaotic mess in my head is inconceivable
Stupid lights my fuse
Love tangles my noose
Every which way but loose
The inmates have control of this Asylum
The sugar cookies are already done
Lies made from gold
Dreams of hands so cold
Mind meld of the Vulcan sort
Remnants of sense in my Sanity Report
Randomness and self doubt has bad timing
Nightmares have no silver lining
Highest of highs and lowest of lows
Full throttle is the only way I know
Life smacks me in the face on the daily
Light is harder to find lately
Fear not only for the dark ahead
But for the laughs that come from the voices in my head
Laughs could mean the voices r happy
Unless it's evil like the clown named Slappy
Really, evil wasn't the intention
But I'm sure she is who I was going to mention
Things can get dicey when u can't see through the smoke
Some things left unsaid and hopefully nothing broke
Blah Blah Blah
Wah wah wah
Jokey joke joke
Make fun and poke
Maybe end it with a quote
"In ur mind is the only place wishes hold hope"
Maybe too................................real
Maybe too................................deep
Maybe too much from............inside
Maybe too much......................you
Exactly where I want to be ^
Risque, naughty, maybe shouldn't have
Don't worry, I won't tell anybody u liked it
But what if someone asks
I got it!
I'll just tell them....
It was just the ramblings of a poet
Is the life you are living
Really worth remembering?
Day after day, same old dream
Playing lottery with hope to win
The size of the shoes you wear
Does not determine how life will fare
You have got to wear an attitude
Of a man desperately in need of water and food
Life does not count on what you have
She smacks you pretty hard
The moment you are reckless
Steals away your happiness
I never stopped believing in miracles
But in reality, a man is boss
When he takes bold decision collectively
To impact people positively
To determine life, if it is worth living
Depends on what you bring in
At the break of each precedent day
I have made it, can you boldly say
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Monday, October 16, 2017
Time has run out
Wish i had prepared
We take for granted the ones in our lives
We carry on our everyday like we have forever
But then reality smacks you in the face
The ones you took for granted are no longer here
My life is a complicated one
But my world was blessed by so few
The ones you will always remember
The Johns The Tims The Chriss The Hectors
The Marthas The Miguels The Dorothys The Joesphines
The Elmers so on and so forth
The people that no longer here to share your memories
The days so short
Life placed these few here to reward you
To let you see there is so much more to you then yourself
As i get older i wonder who has took me for granted
I wonder will they ever realize what they have
The answer harder then the question
Life is about cherishing every waking moment while you still can
Pushing to be better in more ways then you know
Remember to pause and truly see what you have in your hands before it becomes to late.
Love every person that is and has been a part ot this man's complicated life.
Let he who is without vanity cast the first insult
Vain to me smacks of superficialities which
in the long run prove fragile and meaningless
You can be proud of your accomplishments
without worries of being vain
Lose your hair, lose your teeth, lose your looks,
lose your vanity
Fashion statements
Youth
Dress-up make-up
Forsooth
A little vanity never hurt anybody
Until it becomes the substance of your life
Uncouth
Raison d'être
It’s not necessarily a negative asset
conceit
conceded
vain
narcissism
self-love
self-admiration
self-regard
self-absorption...
...Is self-love really considered vanity?