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Natural consequences, Cupid Dear.
This is why you have to be careful.
Careful with your words
And careful with your arrows
You have to be proactive,
Think ahead. Plan with love.
Knowing that every thought, deed, and act
Has consequences
Put yourself into their shoes
Is this truly the one for them?
Will they stick it out for the long haul?
Or will this match strike fast and hard, and swiftly burn out?
Natural consequences, Cupid Dear.
Now let me take away the honeycomb and the bees,
So you can think straight. The empathy I show you,
You may, of course. pass on to the others....
Civilisation's got me down
taking me to the tail of my tether
driving me round the bend
I'm not going to stick it out
to see where it will end
I'll do my best to regress
back to the stone age
cook on fire paint the walls
sit on rocks keep my cool
do what I have to when nature calls
humanity gets my goat
making me vote skins no clothes
leading me to lunacy's throes
I'm not going to see it through
to find where it all goes
I want to be a cave caveman
a tough rough-and-ready caveman
and do what cavemen do
and if you feel the animal urge
I'll make caveman love to you
I wish it was possible for you to actually love me for who I am... I wish you accepted me as much as you accepted all my abusive ex's.. I wish I had the guts to stand up to you without my anxiety heating my skin so hot I get light headed..
I wish I had the confidence to set clear boundaries with you, with out the fear of depression creeping in, pulling me into it's embrace.
I wish you were more proud of me than you are disappointed..
I wish you took my side once.. instead of telling me to suck it up, stick it out n see.
Whether it be a disrespectful boss, or an abusive boyfriend, you always have a validation or excuse waiting, I'm the one that's in the wrong.
And yet, your expectations of me are still very high, even tho I've never lived up to them.
I know I didn't follow in your footsteps in the church... But that shouldn't matter.
I know I'm not married with kids.. but that shouldn't matter.
I know I don't have an amazing job that covers your bills and mine, but that shouldn't matter.. you're my mom, my only parent left.
You should be building relationships, not breaking them more so..
I know you will never truly love me for who I am
I know you'll never truly be proud of me..
Even though I strive to hear you say it.
I know I will forever be your biggest disappointment. I do wonder if your life would've been easier if I was never born..
It would be one less problem in the family, one less thing stress trigger.
Your perfect golden boy son, who could do no wrong could practically be here every day that way..
How is it possible for you to be more proud and loving towards him... Than me?
I don't understand!
I'm the one that was forced to grow up... But expected to keep a cool head and forgive him?!
He's still loved and accepted by you unconditionally...
And somehow I still wish you could love me like that.
It's time we all
take a deep breath, let the smoke settle
clear the streets of rioters -radicals and rebels
make some changes for the betterment
of all
bring open dialogue and mirrors to the table
empty everything from attics and basements
see where we stand or see where we fall
see if we really can't
all get along
get over the stumbling blocks of ourselves
then make some tough decisions
are the divisions too great
or shall we overcome
shall we build bridges
or impenetrable walls
stick it out till death do us part
or will it be another sloppy civil war
divorce
or maybe the answer is a trial separation
a small price to pay for the salvation
of our great
nation
All was well
I wanted to share
I wanted to serve
I graduated with a goal
To help others
And to figure out my dream
I flew off to volunteer
And the first thing I heard
You aren’t good enough
I didn't have a license
I didn’t do drugs
I was “too innocent” for my age group
The middle age folk were too busy
They didn't have time for a kid like me
The older folk were precious
But they couldn't relate
Due to generational differences
I was separated from the group
Sent to my own project
Far away in maryland
What luck
My boss was another volunteers parent
Maybe we will get along
What horror
My boss thinks that her baby deserves better
And treats me like crap
I though I signed up
To look after children
Not to scrub walls
Isn't it a bit much
To expect me to clean
All this by myself?
My leg hurts
But I can't drive
Guess I won’t see the doctor
Why would you say
I did good
And then say I was the worst employee you ever had?
Just because there is a volunteer contact
Doesn't mean I have to stay here
So stop quoting the damn thing
How has it only been half a year
All my old wounds reopen
I don't feel safe
But I WILL stick it out
SUMMERTIME YAY
Now i'll get to help
Take care of children
Nevermind
Boss lady is a jerk
She puts me on full time cleaning and kitchen
This wasn't in the contract
I have to work breakfast
I have to work dinner
I clean in between
6 am - 1am is my shift
FOR TWO MONTHS
I fondly remember
You quoting the contract
MUST WORK 8 Hours Daily
I'm pretty sure that was a limit too?
Finally the end is here
But you want me to stay?
Another Month?
Bro- I've got college to get to!
Cant even be bothered
To take me to the airport
Well, what did I expect
Form:
Paint your reality
Paint your reality
Reality kicks in
You grab your brush
And trust it's no rush
To paint the perfect picture
Doesn't always mean
It's perfect
With the right stroke
The end result can be worth it
Have you really just looked deep within
And really brought it out
Starting with the sketch
Filling in the empty spaces
I'm trying to see what's next
What's the next chapter
The dreams that I'm chasing
Should I keep going after
Should I aim for the sky
Reach for the stars
Should I run after
The laughter
And light
I should never let anyone dim it
I should always sparkle and shine ??
Stay true to the hustle and grind
Paint like your life depends
You are destined to win ??
Paint and wash away the sins
The generational curses
Replace them with affirmations and verses
No rehearsing
Reality is life
Paint the hurt the sacrifice
And turn it into something nice
Stick it out
You got it
Yes, you do
Show the perfect view
Of the Authentic you!!!
Written by Concetta Hardnett
06/14/2025
Alone and Weak
When I feel alone and weak
I read your word and seek
While your so eager to teach
No further than just a reach
Always by our side
Leading the way down the path
Serving as a comforter and guide
Claiming and protecting us from the wrath
Lord you are the only way
Any saying other have gone astray
I feel your presence get stronger and stronger
As I pray it will not be much longer
When you will wipe away these tears
Turning them to joy and cheers
I see many signs taking place
As you teach to hold on and endure the race
Those who you can call your friend
Will stick it out till the end
I saw by your faith all I need
As you came and planted seeds
While protecting them from the weeds
I hear you calling
And I let you in to change my desires
No longer chasing the worlds delights
But trying to reflect you to shine bright
As you gave the world sight
There are natural consequences, Cupid Dear.
This is why you have to be careful.
Careful with your words
And careful with your arrows
You have to be proactive,
Think ahead. Plan with love.
Knowing that every thought, deed, and act
Has consequences
Put yourself into their shoes
Is this truly the one for them?
Will they stick it out for the long haul?
Or will this match strike fast and hard, and swiftly burn out?
Natural consequences, Cupid Dear.
Now let me take away the honeycomb and the bees,
So you can think straight. The empathy I show you,
You may, of course. pass on to the others....
Do you ever wonder if you're alone?
We're simply here in a world of "unknown"
Do you ever walk miles just to hear your steps?
Going on journeys and missions --- but never actually finishing a project?
Always second-guessing --- always second-best
Or think you know it all --- but everyone's unimpressed?
Or try to do your own thing and get caught in someone else's web
Then all of a sudden, you're no longer a celeb
The world takes it's natural turn and everyone has bad days
Wondering how in your life right now --- you'll end up pulling out of this phase?
The funk I've been in is breaking inside of my heart
But I stick it out and bear with it --- until it decides to depart
So many thoughts are scattered inside my brain
Concentrating on the falling warm rain
I take a deep breath and I try to start over once again insane
Until I am forever free from this created ball and chain...
4s
When the Rooster Crows At 6.30
The soul is forgiveness because it knows forgiveness. A bird tried to build her nest under the outdoor patio light fixtures, but I forbade it. Somehow, her persistence was canny, while mine was firm. Eventually, she gave up. I haven’t seen her in days; I guess she hated me during those moments. But I believe in safety first, above all else.
While I was there, I observed a lot. The ground birds stick it out with each other, while the wild monkeys never seem interested in whatever they do. They eat apples, mangoes, and leaves, minding their own business. I guess I wasn’t minding mine.
At 6:30 PM on the dock, the rooster would crow, jump the guard wall, and go up the tall tree for the night. He waits for the two hens, and if they take too long to join him, he disciplines them when they finally reach the branches. My observation is that these ground birds act like humans.
Birds hold symbolic significance in diverse cultures. If you don’t adhere to the rules, there are consequences. To watch and observe others’ behavior, to feel the pain of others, is to know the poet who is composing. We never shy away from grief and torment, which others provoke before our eyes. We smell the coffee, but we never taste it. No matter how unpleasant, enjoy your Sunday, my poetic friends."