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V:
in the car here we are driving down the street
conversing with one another
the blurs and visions of passersby
though no one we shall meet
our flight into one continuous chime
phenomenal thoughts our voices shine
every verse spoken is a new and improved rhyme
a red light blinds us and we slow to a halt
words stop short for a moment
it's no ones fault
leaning over to taste your lips
you sense me coming
you turn
we kiss
look into my eyes and i promise you'll find
one last verse to ease your mind
open your heart
i promise I'll be kind
we are alone again just you and me
connected in ways that are meant to be
massaging your aching muscles
my fingers in motion
feeling you jerk when i pour on cold lotion
quiet in my movements
you are now asleep
in your silence you look blissful
you look serene
i kiss you goodnight
we are meant to be
C:
i dream in the future us having a kid
at that time living in the same crib
like a prisoner taking a shiv
that's how i feel when we're apart
when we met i felt that spark
fell in love, you made your mark
i dread the day if we were to part
lets get rid of these thoughts we are together forever
********************* If you want the true meaning of the song I urge you to read the
poem in it's entirety starting with verse one...... JP............01/12/03
Reset
It's a new season and it's time to take on a new challenge.
Take a chance, embrace the moment,
And don't stop short of the moment.
All it takes is a little faith,
And peace to step out of place;
You never know the results until you take a chance.
So, go through the doors
And be brave when battling the cold.
A new year means a new start,
There's nothing better,
Than getting a chance to restart.
Take your dream and put it to work,
I hope it comes true for you.
Giving up means accepting defeat,
Don’t forfeit the game,
And please don’t quit the team.
So, plant your garden of dreams
And watch it come to life;
Not only within your heart, but also in your life.
A new president and a new year,
Two big changes get ready for a big year.
Moving forward can be a hard process,
But moving forward is how you reach success.
The year has just begun and new roads are awaiting.
It’s time to make a move and stop waiting.
The clock is ticking and it won’t stop,
So, chase your dreams while there’s still a shot.
This is your time to reset,
So, make sure you take the time to reset.
I: In Rhyme
when the world had no headsets
the sunbathing crowd
fell asleep to the sounds of
transistors played loud
while the deckchairs and windbreaks
kites, beach balls and more
formed the stripes, lines and circles
that painted the shore
and the longer I walked
on the sand to that sea
the more the sea seemed
to get further from me
and the crunch in my mouth
was that one grain of sand
in the sandwich I ate
with my sand covered hand
while the lemons and melons
and plums I'd watch spin
would stop short of a cherry
one click from a win
and the postcards we sent
from the end of the pier
were of blue skies and donkeys
and "wish you were here".
II: In Free Verse
from the end of the pier
through the stiff breeze
and spindrift
I can still hear the tunes
of the promenade bands
and I can still see the stripes
of the deckchairs and windbreaks
and the box kites
and beach balls
that painted the shore
and I can still taste
the butter
- warm like the canned ham
and the crunch of that sand
in the sandwich I had
and I can still hear the djs
laughing and talking
spinning hits of the sixties
from transistors
played loud
and I can still smell the onions
frying wild in the fairground
to the sound of the claxons
and the lemon. click. orange. click. melon.
click. click.
and I can still breathe the deep smoke
swirling in sand dunes
from the benson and hedges
and
player's no.6
and I can still see those grown ups
staring at mirrors
- their bodies distorted
like the dreams
they once had
today on the pier
the rain that's now falling
falls from a same sky
on a same sand
and same sea
and a
same
me
- yet this air
this air
is not the same air
as that air I
once
breathed.
They say a woman can do anything,
and in most instances, they may be right,
but one fact remains, you’re mostly helpless
when it comes down to a physical fight.
All the mantras and chants in the whole world
will not change evolution’s brutal truth,
even a full-grown woman is unable to stop
a half-grown male still bound up in youth.
If you’ve no qualm with being robbed and raped,
then just keep doing what’s always been done,
but if you mean to be truly sovereign
they get out there and go buy a gun.
Yeah, they seem scary to the uninformed,
and the thought that their one purpose is death
can make many a person have some doubts,
make them stop short and take a deep breath.
But that isn’t exactly a bad thing,
in fact, it’s a sign of the maturity,
it shows that you’ve a mind to recognize
the great weight of responsibility,
and it’s an ever great one to bear,
stepping out from childish narratives,
to realize the weakness you must contend with
in a world that will never forgive.
Some say it’s better not to make this choice,
that being helpless is a moral thing,
but somehow I doubt you’ll be feeling that way
beneath a monster who’s busily thrusting.
More to the point, it goes well beyond you,
if you have children or plan to some day,
all dependent on you to look out them,
what protects them from those filled with hate?
What happens one night when the door smashes in,
revealing a villain twice your weight?
How will you stand tall against such a brute
who will use force and not hesitate?
More to the point, if you are a citizen,
do you not think you bear the duty
to look to the safety of this great land,
to stand up and help us keep it free?
True, this once only fell upon the men,
but as people say, times always change,
every right has a responsibility,
so best get yourself on down to the range.
You may wish dearly the world was different,
but human nature changes for no one,
so if you’re a woman, and not insane,
you probably should be owning a gun.
Isn’t it really what we become together?
Separating souls, not nearly the answer.
Feathers, free falling, caught in angelic sight.
Shall we try again? We don’t learn to fly
in our youth; before we die? Try
and try again to catch ourselves. The best
is yet to be. Can we help but steady?
Are we worth it? God certainly thinks so.
Sow those seeds of love, joy and peace.
They don’t come easy. We do get hurt.
But as we heal, aren’t we stronger? We fight
for our completeness. Don’t stop short.
A broken vase, not like Humpty Dumpty,
put together again. The crevices are
those golden years. Weren’t they all grand,
not in and of themselves, but for the shining
light in the halls of heaven. The Word
of God says that a three-stranded cord
is not easily broken, therefore The Most High
must not be omitted; we cannot fly on our own.
I pee in the cup.
As you get older, it’s inevitable that your body will start to let you down. Sometimes, it's nice to have a family member visit or spend time with your children. However, when you're living in a small apartment with only one bathroom, you really have to rethink the idea of having visitors over.
When nature calls, there's simply no delaying the urge. You rush to the bathroom, only to stop short as you knock on the door, anticipation building. From within, a voice responds, "I am in here." The realization hits you like a cold splash of water—someone is occupying the very sanctuary you desperately need. Ouch! It’s that sinking feeling of frustration and urgency colliding, leaving you longing for relief.
At times, I hesitate about long-haul flights, particularly when traveling to my homeland, to avoid potential embarrassment.
I remember that awkward morning when I really needed to go, but someone was in the bathroom for more than an hour. I felt a kind of pain I had never experienced before. After a while, I heard them say they would be out in a few minutes.
As I looked at my cup of water, I realized I couldn't wait any longer. I ended up peeing in the cup. I felt bad that my body wasn’t cooperating, but I just wanted that person to hurry up and leave..
Running wild, aren't you?
Have you ever thought like settled down?
No
Two oceans - one calm and one raging
Which one would you rather be in?
Lol don't have to tell me
Chill or not chill
Right or not right
See or not see
What if I tell you
That you can have everything
If you just believe?
Would you tell me to go to h?
Ahh know you would
Do you believe in something before you do it
- Whether in yourself or in the equipment
before you attack a problem?
You believe in something
Well it's the same concept
You have to believe that you can get it
And that God will give it to you
Do you go without beliefs?
Try it
Believe that you can't do it and see if you can
Life is full of beliefs
We believe in ourselves
That we are not going to hurt us - not intentionally lol
That we see things the way it is
We come to our own conclusions with our beliefs
Why then, when it comes to God - we stop short?
We either stop believing in Him
Or half-heartedly
Did you know half-heartedly is the same as not believe?
It's the same as I am asking you
"Do you go or not go?"
There is nothing in between
Heaven is so far away
You can have your life here heavenly
Hehe do you believe yet?
Freedom is a birthright—
No one has the right
To tread on anyone’s foot
On the pretext
Of one’s own freedom.
Everyone has the freedom
To punch the air
Or swing one’s hand,
But that hand must
Stop short of others.
Like the kite we fly,
Freedom is conditional.
Kite flyers fight
To bring down
One another’s kite.
The powdered glass
On the twine
Sharpens the twine
To sever the kite
At the point of contact
Both try to cut off
The other's kite
By pulling the twine
Or by releasing more twine
To create friction
Finally, the winner
Severs the kite
Of the loser
And the severed kite
Glides down to the ground
Now, whose freedom
Is superior?
The one that is severed
And becomes absolutely free
But what if it falls to the ground?
Or, the one that is still
Tied to the twine,
The spool, and the kite flyer
But soars higher and higher
Into the sky?