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Whenever you feel lost
Or when you feel to reset
To look back and feel refreshed
Click the “Home” key
It’ll open the door to inner prosperity
A heart filled with joy
For there’s no place like home
When you feel like something is missing
Or you are missing something
You look through the woods and see a forest
You finally decide to run away, don’t!
Click the “insert” key
It’ll make space for a missing heart
A missing soul
Or a missing leter
Then the letter makes a word whole
No need to panic, insert!
Each time you feel you wronged someone
Or there’s something making you look or feel terrible
There’s a key called “backspace”
You can hit it way back to fix all the wrongs
All the mistakes that find you mistaken
Forgiveness is such a key, no, backspace
A sure way to fix things
Anytime you foresee danger
Trouble lingering ahead, impatiently waiting for you
You know you’ll lose it
You’ll lose her, him, them
Click on “delete”
It’s there to save you from the bad
It’s not gonna happen
It’s never gonna happen
Then you know you are safe
When you feel squashed and need to make way...
When things are compressed and you need to breathe
Take a walk and visit “space”
Bet you’ll need this guy as often
Might become great friends
Don’t be afraid, you need air
And space is there to give it to you
Sometimes, in order to go forward
One needs to reflect
See what you have, or have had
Some highlights or flashbacks
Can go a long way
You need “PrtSc”, print screen in full
To observe for you what you cannot
Through the naked eye of ignorance
Reflect, it’s a good part of moving on
One wouldn’t argue that
Now and again you could use a “tab”
From one place to another
Hop forward, this is a slow train
Why not adjust and keep the format most suitable for you
This is your life, take a tab!
Whatever life throws at you
You know you are the only one
Who is in possession of this special key
It’s a key to happiness
It’ll transport you to any place you ever want to go
It’ll give you anything you need, and want
This key has a name, like no other
“Ctrl” is the only key you can ever use whenever you want to
It’s never far from you
It’s on both your right and your left hand side
Always reachable, always available
You should try it sometimes
Life can be computerized
But what if a computer is personalized?
love the grey in a lazy day bridge the gap in my dreams through twisted schemes
filter through the notion of belonging mark the longing get a following
we are in this til the end my faithful friend with whom I can depend
inside I have rollercoaster emotions with the ups & downs
take a walk on the beach try to catch that frisbee way out of reach
love the longing of belonging there's a yearning hearts are turning
take a shower in the hour of power nestled in a memory come to sit next to me
Each man chooses their own destiny call it magical chemistry from when you were a memory
Rise to the occasion with soaring hearts as in some decorated mast to impart
love is basking in the jewels of renewal carry on with a song in your heart
love is the mere tenderness of the given moment from a sought after vintage smile
comfort me to the conclaves of lasting love soon you will discover a heart to unfold
many are living in mere fantasy basking in the leaves or newly fallen snow
hearts would unfold some time a go the notion of surrender
Come with me to the sea of tranquility lost in a dream feel the breeze
Tea leaves with Leonard Cohen singing basking in the vast expanse between time & space
Surrender to the moment with cadence as its following and deep heart belonging
the tender moments of belonging soaring like an eagles to parts unknown
Caress the bossom of softened decorum as we choose to be healed
the day is fast approaching and the night is far too spent
to quiver in the moment let the temporal vanish capture the longing
I sit alone above to dew left to groom a brand new view in what is left to do
give me a smile your support and your fantasies let them flourish let them unfold
Hear each passing wave rise to the occasion with the real remnants of nature
To equate laughter with forgiveness give pause to think being in the moment
one touch and one will rise with triumph in their eyes
The ability to let go and let God take over feelings to recapture prepared for the great here after...
arm me with harmony filtered through a dream give pause to breathe
Achieve your dreams to light the way of forgiveness the mere wanting to let go
Be compassionate when you learn to focus on your goals in which to unfold
like Stevie Wonder singing at your funeral learn role reversal
Choose to let go & let God each & every passing day
When Nature is in Harmony you can feel the balance in your body. When nature is in harmony the universe is happy. The equilibrium is shaking in the sky and the markets will live or die, place your money where it’s worth and buy a container full of brand-new ladies' skirts.
The thunder is rolling beyond the hill and the universe is beckoning you to be still. Close your eyes for a moment and listen to the sounds around; strip away the words from the sound and dissect them with a scalpel.
Nature is crying out after thee and it wants you to be happy, you walk around with a frown on your face, but nature is longing for your embrace.
Look at the vastness of the sea and the skies kneeling before thee, nature is smiling everywhere, and passion is raging beyond the hemisphere.
The waves are riding on the shores and nature is asking for more. The land is dry, and the people’s spirit has died. What more do you want from me when I have given you the courage to be free. The woodpeckers are hiding in the trees and the cardinal, the robin and the mockingbird are mating under the leaves.
When the sea is calm, take some strides on the shore and look for the hole in the ground something is buried there, and it will cause the people to fear.
Listen to your heart before you take a walk, drive up the stubborn hill and let the people do the drill, there is room for everything so open the space and spread joy all over the place.
Connect with your inner self and nature will deliver. let courage lead you on, until you find balance in your left- and right-hand, nature is walking with you so open your hearts and be true.
Look at them over there, they are walking around with the spirit of fear. You wake up in the morning with trouble in your head and walk down the street with a AK47in your hand to create mayhem on the land, no one saw it coming, because your countenance is so pleasing; your movements are normal, but you are bleeding from the heart, nature is coming after you so be careful what you do.
The earth is dry, the leaves are falling, and the trees are dying. Spring has come but winter is on the run, it is lurking around the north and spilling over in the south and the sun is baking in the east at a hundred and thirty degree; when nature is in harmony you will find balance in the wind.
The council meets, all hours, to hear old batty dames yell, what a *****,
we don't think she's a good person, because she doesn't look and act like us.
The soldier's hall considers, is it fair to wage war on a witch?
She isn't supposed to take up arms, isn't supposed to think about war.
But you, cry in my arms and say, "I wish to be loved, why won't some girl
like me? I'm too fat", you say, and all I can offer is take a walk, eat less.
The mother's brigade is unhappy they have their blessed babes pushed in carriages
and shun the woman unable to have children, just offering to baby sit.
The father's brigade is unhappy to be stuck with the bills or to have a walkout wife
and shun any woman who demands her rights to have opinions and money.
But you, tell me of your lack of money, to eat, to drive, to visit friends
so I send money and delight in the happy tales of movies and dining.
I look across the pattern of life and find the dips and downtrodden and say,
what about artificial families, people who sit with our kids and lunch and help homework?
Cursed be you, you say, you have no children, you offer no aid, and steal
this poem, passing it friend to friend and say, what do you think?
Will it help our children gain confidence to have another adult listen?
Will it help those with no parent to have and adult praise and question?
Is it my age I ask and the answer is yes, this is an age of all too opinionated
people failing to listen to the wind, to the silence, to the dreams, to the crying
taking asking looks at their neighbor saying am I keeping up, has that other
person got ahead? I'll not help them because they aren't needy enough
to offer guidance to those who have no time to look beneath beds, look
beneath the society, beneath the judge's bench and find the better way.
The silent one has taken away the light from your world, taken the song away
from the sorrowing, taken the whip from the brutes, and walked away.
She has a life, she has needs to find out more of the truth of reality
she doesn't like the people she sees always sitting in judgement and never listening
to the wind, the truth, to justice, to the downtrodden, to the lonely, to the unforgiven,
to the beaten, the one that finds her mind her best hidden asset you won't accept.
It is the awakening.
After long dreamless sleep,
my mother has lot to explain,
in labor pains, aunt and her,
passing by the dark thick shinny woods,
my time has come to born! ! !
Through endless cycles of night and day,
of heat and cold, my mother thought
to take a walk to wee wee,
and here i have born, ,
under evergreen blackberry,
eventually my mother is out of labor,
auntie welcomed, teeny little niece.
horseman passes by and threw a cloth,
from wooden frame hanging,
behind the young horse.
My birth is surrounding with deep,
dark and lovely woods.
unremembered covet as is my youth.
I have lived for a thousand jiffy,
as welcomes by woods and wild critters,
many years after would remind the tale of agony,
mother had while birthing me.
have passed for concern over,
such trivial matters.
I remember the long have been,
teased as Mowgli in federation
without rig outs and fine fabric,
I was in my middle girlhood years,
then have kins one after another,
A time when almost everything was lost.
This was the time of the great fire of anxiety and loneliness.
The fire of agony and vulnerability that almost consumed me at 27.
Bright white flames burned down,
from the heavens and in an instant,
scarred my rugged flesh,
my beautiful heart burned down in isolation
Many of those around me perished in anger and hatred,
I can no longer snivel,
those who have content before me.
It has been too long and in,
that time I have recovered,
from my injuries and the disease that followed.
I am again strong and tower,
over the youth that surrounds me,
two young ones of in alliance and espousal,
two young ones of busy in federation years.
Now I must, concentrate on drinking
in the nutrients that the mother and father,
provides me in benedictions,
as I watch over the shrinking forest.
The past is the past
and the recoil winter
is slowly fading away,
now I have felt the long
rays of the sun warming
like paternal and maternal,
my limbs once again and I have
awakened to a new world,
a world of resumption,
a world of hope and joy,
My trunk is enduring and,
my pollen will soon fill the air
covering the woods,
in a yellow green buff.
New life will come as coconut Brussels
now i shall, stand silent watch the bliss........
Valentine's times day is special
Just like life but what I can't understand
Is why Valentines day is not celebrated
Every day
We should treat Valentines day
like its an everyday event
Not just once a year
Mojourity of people don't like
One another so why be fake
For one day out off the year
That makes no sense
A least be honest with yourself
Your sitting at a dinner table right
Now with someone you can't stand
Come on be honest
Your at a restaurant spending all
This money for what no jokes
Boring conversation heels hurting
Your feet and tie is choking the hell
Out off your neck to impress people
We don't like
For this one day called Valentines day
Really if we treated Valentine's day
Like a normal day we would be less stress
Treat it like a normal day
After work go to the spar
Then come home and do something
Crazy and wild with your partner
Another day go on a picnic
In the back yard with some candles
With your partner
Don't wait for Valentine's day
Stop bye someone's house that
You have not seen in a long time
Don't wait for Valentine's day
Go ride a horse with your love one
Instead of waiting for a special
Event to pop up to spend time together
Take the stirring wheel and just venture
Around do something fun
There is alot off things to do
When you don't have any money
Take a walk on the beach
Free up and walk around with no
Clothes on you can do that when
You set your own tradition
And think off Valentine's day
Like its everyday off your life
Because you never know when
The end is near for somebody
You care about so
Set a new tradition and meaning
For Valentine's day
Life is short
so take advantage
Off everyday
Meaning be the same person you
Are everyday all day all year
If your real stay real
If your fake stay fake
Don't switch up for that
One day out of the year
Called Valentine's day
But set a new meaning
For Valentine's day
Start something new different
Set an amazing Valentine's day
Tradition special
For yourself
Called every day off my life
Will be something special in my life
And I will enjoy it because my days
Are special to me and
Because i are worth it as a person
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Mama told me son,
Never do this to the one
The only one woman
But Take time to learn
Her heart, her hurt
Do not rush son
Nothing runs away from the sun
It is all here on earth
There is a reason for your birth
Live your purpose first
And raise no fist
To the one
I pray you find one with a soul as mine
With a heart as fine
A face, a body and a brain
A fully packaged woman
Never pluck,pinch,punch her
You will lose her
It’s up to your ego to get her
Talk more with your ears
Silent and listen
Listen to her
That way you reach her
Open your eyes to lies
But tame her,don’t cane her
Remember your sister
No one must do that to her
No one must pluck,pinch,punch
My daughter,if it happens carry the blame,same follows same
Never do that to someone’s daughter.
Never my son never be your father
Not to turn you against him he is your father
But be your own, you will find a fault in a woman
Maybe her tongue is fierce
And her cooking is worse
She cannot wash
She is clumsy
Some say she is dirty
Listen to yourself
If you love her change her
A woman is clay
If she goes astray
It’s your fault
Mould her into what you want
Teach her, she can learn
She is human have that heart
I pray for you my son that you get one.
With a face, a body and a brain
One fine woman
One to teach,one to learn.
As you give, you receive my son
You will learn to love.
So to the woman I want
I am well equipped with wisdom from a wise woman
One who knows a little bit happiness but more of hurt
I want no hurt her heart.her.
But love yourself first
Beauty but brains first
You can only give
What you have
When you have
Same to love
The self first
Yourself then herself
A walk on the road and cool your anger
Never your temper
A house is peace and happiness
Harmless bitterness
Priceless,pointless to raise a voice
Your hand or a word
Anything goes bad
Take a walk on the road my son
To cool and heal,feel,kneel aside and pray
Your wife cannot be your prey
Say my son talk to your God
Have that heart,
Never set your own apart.
Stay alert
My son.
Never.depart.from your own
Have no third eye my son
You only got two for your woman.
Don’t make her leave for another man
Your actions my son,your words my son.
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I sat next to an old geezer on a park bench
He looked at me, said "I can see you're a mensch"
Let me tell you what I've learned in the past 80 years.
"Oh no", thought I, but his words flew like spears:
"Who can fathom the deviousness of the heart
To know the mind from the face, there is no art.
Woe unto them that call evil good, take it as a clue
If they can't anchor themselves in the obviously true
Some claim darkness is light, and light dark
If you follow that lighthouse, you'll end up in a shark.
Prepare in advance, no practice leads to error
A peaceful scene then sudden terror
Never underestimate the fury of the wicked
It will come, as the prophet predicted.
You can work too hard, and not work smart
Get your sleep, take a walk, create some art
Your health must survive any deadline
Nothing achieved when a sprint is followed by decline.
The old man paused, took a sip of juice
Maybe this was my chance to break loose
I looked for a polite way to flee
But I was exhausted from my weekly game of Rugby.
"Death and life are in the power of the tongue
Words can cut deep even if sweetly sung.
There is no safety for good men, but to believe the worst of those
who when given two paths, the evil one chose.
Be slow to anger, make sure you understand
Incompetence rather than evil, often rules the land.
If a man comes to kill you, kill him first,
But seek truth and be wise, lest the roles reversed.
Do unto others as you want them to do unto you
Often they want their side heard, their point of view.
Hear out the extreme, the foreign, the new
For in the unexpected, there may be wisdom to pursue.
Hypocrisy is the tribute vice gives to what's good
We can't always live up to what we should
"And last," he said earnestly "I must preach
To think before talking, be concise in speech
Don't give strangers advice, for all our sakes
Especially if like me, you made endless mistakes
Be aware of your own contradictions
Know that reality is stranger than fiction.
"Thanks geezer", I said, "but I gotta go
"In the rugby game of life, you must have been a pro
In my hurry to leave my foot fell into a drain
All that advice, and now I have a sprain.
Please tell the world — pain is real,
It doesn’t vanish, it doesn’t heal.
Some may smile and say “you’ll mend,”
But this is a war that will never end.
Chronic pain doesn’t come-and-go,
It’s in your joints, it’s all you know.
It lingers in silence, behind each breath,
A quiet shadow that mimics death.
Debilitating, crushing, it’s stolen my days,
In a thousand relentless, invisible ways.
You can’t see the fire under my skin,
Or the war I fight deep within.
Every step burns, my legs scream in pain,
I cry out loud without refrain.
I can’t stand long, can’t walk far—
I measure my strength by how close things are.
Because you can’t see it, you think it’s a lie—
But I cry every day just trying to get by.
Change a lightbulb? Mop the floor?
Fold the laundry? Go to the store?
I can’t do those things—not anymore.
Don’t tell me to smile, or “just take a walk,”
You haven’t lived pain that makes breathing a shock.
Every joint, every muscle I own
Feels like it’s made of fire and stone.
My hands are twisting, my fingers betray,
A glass I could hold, now slips away.
Inflamed, swollen, this body of mine
Hunched over and twisted, pain in my spine.
What’s left, I ask, please God, help me.
I can’t take anymore, I cry on one knee.
No work, no help, no one near,
No voice that says, “I’m here. I hear.”
Most days I wonder what I’m still living for—
No message, no knock, no one at the door.
No family that calls just to say “hi,”
No one would notice if today I did die.
I slowly disappear with each passing day,
And pray for a reason—just one I should stay.
So please tell the world be gentle, be wise,
Not every battle is seen by the eyes.
We fight in silence, we grieve alone,
Inside these bodies that feel like stone.
A little kindness, a hand to lend—
Could be the reason someone won’t end.
This isn’t a story of pity or plea,
It’s just a truth—please, listen to me.
Please be kind in what you do and the tone that you speak,
You don't know who might be fractured and weak.
One gentle act could help someone today—
One cruel word might take them away.
We are all just moments from breaking apart...
So lead with compassion. It could save a heart.
Softly uttered, beneath cold biting mist,
footfalls muffled through stifling drifts, empty sidwalks embrace noone,
Frost heavily pluming, clinging on each sigh
In night's brazen stillness, beneath eerie lamp glow waning,
When dawn's long in coming, and all sleep like the dead,
Ah, then lets take a walk shall we , you and i?
Strolling as one, hand in hand, through icy winds
Past the churchyard gates, snow laden and chained,
Beyond empty glances of headstone cherubs,
Far off in darkness, solemn bells toll with straining conviction,
as winds moan wistfully, the tolling pierces the heart,
And I wonder in passing, how many more walks have we,
Beneath the silent moon overhead, white as bones in a shroud,
Shall the secnt of cinnamon haunt me into my dreams, yes i am certain,
For your eyes resemble heavens gates, amd my soul longs for redemption,
An angel draped in my tattered, time-worn jacket, littered with marks of life's ventures,
And yet you bear no wings to fly, but still you comfort me as morning draws nigh,
Crosstown bungalow, windows shuttered, still as my breath
As you I guide you once more up treacherous steps,
Our hands we let fall, a yearning stare betrays me,
"Tomorrow night again? Or when shall it be??",
Only a nod and a smile left imprinted to my heart,
"Hang on to the jacket. I'll pick it up in the morning."
Your smile never falters, unweathered by the wind,
And I turn to leave this night and you,
Leave this world behind for the rising sun,
An arm reached out, gripped with sorrow and infinity,
Pulled back into your everlasting embrace,
A kiss so deep, I feel I'm drowning,
God, let me drown...let me...drown....
You're gone.
Empty streets the morning finds,
save for me and my memories, trapped between time,
Stray dog struts past, hunting eagerly some alleyway breakfast,
But my business waits at the churchyard, still silent, still chained,
I climb over and drop, the gates clank in protest,
Between the rows of headstones, I walk in solemn sprit,
Thirteen rows now, then fifiteen, I know the way well,
And upon the eighteenth row, I find without mistake,
And draped across the frozen ground.....
My tattered, time-worn jacket.
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