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She kept walking, kept travelling...
A Traveller by profession, she kept exploring.
With a pure and kindest heart inside her soul,
She was pretty easy to pick, easy to be fooled.
Her feet reached a small town,
Tired, she was happy to have it found-
And hoped for some water and food,
With her kind eyes, she now intrudes...
In a small village, with no roof.
She asked for some food,
If she gets, she will pay them good.
But All they did was to cry in front of her-
A pure soul, sang a song there,
Her heart couldn't keep up with the utter cries-
And she gave them what was with her, to see their eyes dry.
With everything given, she proceeded bareheaded and barefoot-
All she got was the happiness from helping those troops.
With sparkling eyes, she headed forward-
And saw an old lady, sobbing, cuddled up.
Not noticing the suspicious air around, she thus proceeded-
With nothing, but a body- bare and naked.
Didn't want to appear in front of others,
She ran to the nearby forest, in the southern.
She walked shivering, yet with kind gaze,
And met the forest demons, hungry and desperate.
She noticed, yet she smiled, as a mist.
She opened her arms, inviting them for the feast.
All she did was to help others, she did her job well, I guess.
In return, got nothing but more and more pleases.
She offered her arms, her limbs, her feet-
As she pitied the hunger of the demonic beings.
All that was left was her head, rolling around-
The last demon took out a kind eye and licked it, very much bound.
"Here is a gift from us demons" he said and flew away-
Leaving a piece of paper, leaving the one-eyed head for decay.
She rolled out her eyes, with the strength she had left with her-
To look at the gift the demon left as an honor.
'IDIOT!' it said, said the piece of paper...
Tears rolled from her eye; she couldn't feel more satisfied from her works.
"Thank you!" a mumble came from her mouth, and she smiled-
"It's my first return gift! Thankyou!" Were the last words that came from her mouth.
Her one-eyed head now rested for eternity, no more kind deeds to be done.
Ah, The cry! The song of the dead bird sure was a pitiful one.
Never heard a pure soul rest so peacefully in this world.
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Charles and I jog 5 or 6 miles every morning starting at 4:40am
before houses turn on their lights and traffic becomes a thing.
Paris is still, and thanks to twilight-vision, beautifully rendered
in noir-like black & white where red flowers look nearly black
against the slightly brighter green foliage - teals seem immune.
The dewy Champ de Mars grass reflects light in rainbows.
Our tandem steps seem to slap at damp cobblestones
but when we’re on pavement, we’re silent as ghosts
At this hour, the city’s reds are missing. Café awnings,
and the little red wounds of geraniums surrender to black.
Iron becomes charcoal and silhouetted people suspicious.
The Seine, edged by mist and passing by fast, looks like cold steel death
A lone cyclist cuts across the avenue, his face seemingly erased by shadow.
Electric buses glide silently past, announced only by their dim flickering lights.
A baker raises his shutter, and a warm gold leaks into the shadowed scene.
As we tack south, an hour and five miles later, a glow lights the horizon.
The tower’s black lattice softens toward brown, then blooms into a fiery bronze.
Roses recover their red, and the river loses its dark, menacing, criminal shine.
Just as we cross back over the river, the sun breaks the horizon as if in pursuit
- a half a block later we turn onto our cool, shaded home avenue.
The rest of the day I’m a practicing sloth.
So much so, that my Apple Watch reacts to my even standing up,
as if I’d won a medal - declaring me a bi-ped.
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A song for this:
Shimmer by Meghan Trainor
You would be great! You are a natural the boss told Keith.
He was suspicious. Would I have to wear a costume or a wreath?
Nothing like that, his happy co-workers assured him.
He saw a bit of a smirk on his occupational nemesis, Jim.
I did it! The other cats began to mew and meow.
You would be fabulous; with your dancing, you would be a wow!
Would I have to sing Keith the Cat asked, with a bit of fear.
Not at all, they lied through their teeth; they were abundantly clear.
Here is your script, the boss said, the day before the final event.
Your dancing is superb, and I hear your voice is heaven-sent.
My voice! Keith squeaked, I thought I would not have to sing!
Oh, just a little bit, the boss assured him. Here is the bell to ring.
The costume people rushed in at a quarter to six to do him over.
He did not have time to protest or scram, he later told his wife, Clover.
Clover smirked a bit and said “But honey, you were so great as a tree!”
He rolled his brown eyes and said “They sure got the best of me!”
After it was over, the staff surrounded him for a bit of kibble.
You were terrific! They all screamed as they drank with their nibble.
Would you do it again? The boss asked, clearly an answer he did seek.
Of course he would; for their compliments made him happy for a week.
On our walk the other morning…I know this is going to sound odd…
but, if he was to be believed, the two of us met God.
He had curly hair but was balding…and the stubble of a beard…
and from the time he said who he was…it all seemed a little weird.
In fact, when we heard the news…we were immediately floored
because God told us who he was…behind the wheel of a Honda Accord.
Of course we were a little skeptical…were we sure of what he said?
and if he was God why did he need to be driving a Honda…painted red?
Another thing that made us suspicious…he was wearing glasses…just like me
and we wondered, if he was God, why he needed spectacles to see.
When he leaned out his window to talk to us…he said he was elated
and asked if we were happy with the sunrise he created.
Then he smiled, waved goodbye…but before he drove away
he turned to us and said with a smile…you’ll experience a miracle today!
Of course we weren’t expecting a miracle…still in our hearts and minds all the same
we waited the whole day…but the miracle never came.
Or did it…the sunrise was a miracle…a truly beautiful sight…
The birds, the water, the clouds….all miracles…perhaps that God was right.
Perhaps that balding man in the Honda wasn’t a fake…a charlatan, a fraud…
That man who spoke of miracles…could he really have been God?
After all, finding an unassuming way to reach is…a humble and modest one too…
isn’t that exactly what any God would do?
He certainly took us by surprise…and he drove away before
we had the chance to ask him why is there prejudice, poverty and war.
But in the end it’s was nice to be reminded that miracles are unlimited and widespread…
and it’s nice to think that God might be driving around in…a Honda…painted red.
What you thought was true was wrong,
I'm saddened over someone
to whom I could belong.
Every suspicious look
made you turn back
and create the myths about me;
those feelings of confusion
tempted you to move along secretly
and tag me, but that was hallucination.
What you thought was true was wrong,
I'm saddened over someone
to whom I could belong.
The sense of fear that
hung over you, gave you sleepless
nights and a reason
to suspect each word I said
and watch over me;
the jealous type doesn't
walk away that easily.
What you thought was true was wrong,
I'm saddened over someone
to whom I could belong.
What kept me alert and wondering
how I mistreated you was wrong;
I wake up morning after morning
with dreaded feeling inside
that deprives me of living.
What you thought was true was wrong,
I'm saddened over someone
to whom I could belong.
Sex in the air
The mirror is over there
Don't lose the razor blade
Take a line or bump babe
All your fears will fade
Snort, sniff, lick, anyway you want
Feeling sexy & superhuman
Business for the connection is boomin!
Never been this anxious
Paranoia makes me suspicious
Injection is not suggested
Euphoria is the feeling manifested
Addiction has to be said
It's not a problem if I can't find it
If it comes near me I'll find it
Snort, sniff or lick
Line, bump or rail
Hits the sweet spot without fail
Living fast and loose is a rocky road
Debt piles up in f*ck loads
Where did all that money go?
High as a kite and never felt so low
Powder, snow, coke or blow
By the gram, 8 ball, or kilo
Laying out lines in rows
Always ready to go
This is kinda like an Ode
Self-destruction and no where to go
One minute u r up & next u r down
When u r at ur peak
U can hear every sound
Wisdom isn't what u seak
Ur next fix is what u crave
Family is something u should try to keep
Money is something u should save
Eyes of ur loved ones should never weep
Addiction should be pushed away
Hopefully, it's ur soul that u keep
He was right to be suspicious
She was acting suspiciously
So he followed her that morning
To see what he might see
She didn’t go towards her office
She took the road to the ocean shore
And pulled up to a motel where
They had never been before
He watched her get a room key
Then go to a cabin with an ocean view
He was hurting so much inside himself
He didn’t know just what to do
He saw another man knock on the door
Looking tall and younger than him
He loaded the pistol from inside his car
As she let the stranger in
He shot her once aside the head
Him twice in the face
Then turned the pistol upon himself
Making a full mess of the place
The police found a cell phone in her hand
The stranger left a bible on the table
The husband’s cell phone was on the front seat of his car
Displaying 1 voice message on the label
“Hi Honey, I know it’s a month early but … Happy Anniversary. I got us a terrific little room at this quaint motel down in Seaside and found a nice young preacher who said he would perform a service to reaffirm our vows. When you get this message, come down and join me. See you soon … Love you.”
Blood of the innocent has painted ground red
Lying there looks as if he is dead
But they drag him up to beat him even more
Crowds are cheering, much worse is in store
He continues to struggle, blood dripping down from his face
People are laughing, shouting to pick up his pace
His talks of God had made people suspicious, angry and wild
But they didn’t know that Jesus is God’s precious child
He was crucified on the wooden cross, nails piercing through his skin
How evil is human nature, how dark is their sin
He died for our sins so that we can live
Is there a bigger sacrifice, what more can you give
Jesus rose from the dead and is alive today
He has saved my life many times and He is protecting me every day
I have seen the miracles He performs with my own eyes
I love you Lord Jesus and I thank you every night and morning when I rise
Clouds spiral down and curl around to touch me
—not those western drizzle shrouds
baring a soul of misery mizzle
...though I adore a good wallow in sorrow —no
these clouds come from yonder bluebird wilds
white cirrus wispy and whispery dance around me
I steal one to wear across my shoulders
like a platinum’s blonde’s faux stole
they come to me like papier-mâché angels —no no
that’s too cliché… and passé for I’m far beyond
the Godly touch of angels… hmm.. they come to me
like a lover —no too easy …like a heartbreak-er lover!
yah I’ll go with that and get a taboo tattoo of his name
anyway the clouds they find me where I stand
dissatisfied with being satisfied
the result of my cool cat face seduction
I wear a crimson bee balm boutonniere
display it on my plunging V lapel but
it attracts wasps instead of honey bees; I find
danger brings a secret pleasure to my displeasure
my leopard print pants (red sky colored)
stirs sir knight with his bridled gaze and walking stick
he watches my next move on the chessboard
tries to guess my breezy strategy
my hands behind my head legs crossed
maybe it’s a white crested ocean I'm floating on
—or wrestling with— either way
I’m here to play and paint a displeased scene
watercolors? they’re just transparent hues
applied to my white background
depending on the mood of my mood ring —but
when acrylics bleed it’s harder to see the scene
colors escape their space creating a slurry
of what is where where is when when is why
and why don’t know why ..what?! but I know how
blurry lines take on a life of their own
and shapes a new fate from ‘no gesso’ mistakes
I could switch my style to snarly tiger stripes today
and gladly take that horse-headed knight down
that wooden old guard has new orders
he’s suspicious of me scrutinizes me
but only half as much as I’m used to
his right hand on his monocle
—the other eye blind
just beyond the reach of his walking stick
I free my torso of its purple grapevine corset
uncinching my fake waisted form —I muse
if my time as a wastrel was wasted or invested
oh …the monocle is telescoping me again
I shimmy lose my butterfly wings
slap him as I flap them and fly away
it’s hard to know if I’m still beautiful
or if I’m just broken
—either way I embrace the rainy side of the rainbow
happily discontent
I was born to be manipulated
Alone and unstimulated
Dragged through the early years kicking and screaming
Always knowing someone was scheming
Leading to a point where i got abused or abandoned
Never being quite able to understand
Play a mental game and I don’t know how to play
Can’t ever make a mistake or disobey
Life now it’s easy to fool me
Easier just to agree
Easy to blame for your mistake
A reaction easy to fake
Easy to convince and coerce
As I am nothing in the universe
I’m always looking for hidden meanings
Not trusting people on first meetings
Testing people’s true intentions
Searching for all dimensions
Looking for the truth on what you say
Being prepared to walk away
Not trusting people’s words
I’m the one that observes
Words are cheap
Could come across as the creep
Fifteen years no one to trust
Makes me think your sus
Always suspicious, Always paranoid
Cold and annoyed
I flinch at the thought of aggression
Still feeling the same oppression
Childhood still damages everyday
I fight my mind just to stay
Still hide from people of authority
Judged by their seniority
Still get nervous around other people
The small boy inside causing such upheaval
Always wanting to please instead of always being truthful
One day soon I maybe useful