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I left you alone,
You ran from us.
It left me in dire straits,
I had to adjust.
I don't get how you,
Have a change of heart.
No resolution,
You tore us apart.
I can see the
Hate in your eyes.
WOW, that cut
Me down to size.
I cannot figure why, you
wanted to hurt me like this.
I keep playing it over,
In the darkness of my abyss.
Your M.O, you move from
One to the other.
My heart bleeds,
It’s a gusher.
I used to believe you did
Not do this with intention.
You took aim, my feelings
You paid no attention.
You knew exactly what
You were doing.
Me and my life,
You were excluding.
That was nasty, dirty,
Trick you played.
Who knows how long?
You kept up that charade.
You milked me for
All I had.
In your clever, I'm
Going to be gay fad.
You never cared,
Our love, you condemned.
You rode it out,
until the end.
Turbo1904
I was weeping while you were in sweet slumber…
Our past and future is but a blur, it’s not my cure
To this aching, breaking and shaking heart of mine
I can take so much till I had enough, my sugar wine
Once, I was a slave to shame…
But now, I’m regretless as ever like whatever
Since when did you take the blame?
I change my crazed mind much like the weather
I blame no one for the negative thoughts in the dead of night
I became someone else and I already have fought the good fight
I still feel this same feelings of wanting more than this life can offer
If you don’t care and refuse to bear these scars, might as well be a scoffer
I can take so much till I had enough
I don’t feel enough, but my skin is tough
It’s a rather bumpy road I’ve driven
It’s a rather hard life, taken advantaged of and a life hardly worth livin’
It’s as if I’m a lonely bard,
Afraid to be given nothing financially
Life is a loser lottery card,
But I have been given joy emotionally
Once, I was a slave to shame…
But now, I’m regretless as ever like whatever
Since when did you take the blame?
I change my crazed mind much like the weather
I blame no one for the negative thoughts in the dead of night
I became someone else and I already have fought the good fight
I still feel this same feelings of wanting more than this life can offer
If you don’t care and refuse to bear these scars, might as well be a scoffer
I can take so much till I had enough
I don’t feel enough, but my skin is tough
It’s a rather bumpy road I’ve driven
It’s a rather hard life, taken advantaged of and a life hardly worth livin’
I’d rather trade my useless ego and lack of fame
For a little more money and friends till the end…till the end of time, I’m going down to the bottomless pit
I’d rather trade my sadness with happiness without shame
For, this hard of mine is shattering from the start and nobody knows how to mend it or comprehend it
I can take so much
Until I had enough…
I long for your touch,
For this life is rough…
I can take so much
Until I had enough of this nonsense and life is a challenging chore of change and I’m free
I belong with you and such,
But you can’t see it…yet, my hopeless fears are fought away by HIS awesome liberty
(the following extrapolated
thought thread exercised,
NOT utilized to intimate
how Fats Domino belied,
and wowed a crowded house as-sized).
as a former ace procrastinator, i abhor
putting off doing what best ought
to get immediate attention bar
ring some extenuating dire circumstance,
sans mishap with flying car
pet case in point being unexpected a bomb
bin able crisis necessitating
hypothetical individual impossible
to remain calm
while in the process
(assisted with good ole mom)
to hoist self with one's own petard,
which emergency best warrant a re ward,
otherwise if fate doth NOT
require one to break
from ordinary business as usual
to enlist the "FAKE"
help of a grenadier,
who doth make
his/her livelihood
risking their life,
and limb without quake
king (obviously compensating bravery
as he/she doth stake
out mortal danger with adequate adorn
ing mortal kombat
with ample legal tender and/
or promising first born)
for unstinting mettle,
especially tolerating accompanying
martial baritone horn
player screech (like fingernails
scraping blackboard)
in close proximity - eliciting a scorn
ing glare from soldier spy
tinker tailor with a torn
smile while trained
special ops named Bjorn
incurs deadly hazard from one morn
to the next amidst adversity
shouldering care worn
Marine's motto semper fidelis,
which unnecessary loss of young life
predicated on add
age, viz being at the least,
a day late and dollar short egad
inadvertently dooming
princely valiant warmonger,
a mere stripling lad
whose mourning brings
heavy pallor of sad
ness, which imagined situation - aye
tangentially congruently analogous by
and by to the butterfly effect,
or sparrow's swan song i.e. die
destiny wrought, when one dost espy
a single occurrence no lie,
(the flickr ring, instagram
ming, kickstart ting well nigh
linkedin shutterfly of a butterfly)
say twerks catcher in the rye,
hence no matter how small, thee or thy
can change the course
of the universe forever,
no idea how nor why!
Everyone's heard the story
Of how the world began
How God created all in seven days
On the seventh day He took a restful stand
And God said "let there be light"
On day 1 God said "let the darkness
Divide from the light"
On the left darkness was the vast universe
The light was the promise of a bright future
And it took its place on the right
ON day 2 God divided the water
Seven times to make the seas
From it came the mightiest rivers
And the tiniest streams
On Day 3 God divided the valleys
From the peaks
Up grew the green grass and the
Yellow flowers (the beauty of nature
That everyone seeks)
On day 4 God divided the brightness
He made the sun, the moon and the stars
He sprinkled the stars against the night
so that to reach them
Never seemed very far
On day 5 God divided His praying hands
To cover the empty land
Fish swam the rivers
Beasts roamed the prairies
Birds flocked together in a strand
On day 6 God divided "lonely" from "life"
He scooped up the clay to make a man
And a rib from man's side made his wife
On day 7 God rested
(I'm sure He thought about all He'd done
and thought it would be the perfect place
to raise His only Son)
There's no other phrase that will get a lad's total attention,
And fill a young feller's soul with dread apprehension,
Than to hear the phrase Moms have used since time began,
"Just wait 'til your Pa gets home, young man!"
Cain became envious of his brother Abel and did him in.
This cowardly deed was done much to his Ma's chagrin!
"How dare thee slay thy brother, bringing disgrace to thy clan?"
"Just wait 'til thy Pa gets home, young man!"
As a lad even Jesus was not immune from this threat.
On one occasion He had His Ma in a most terrible fret,
When he dawdled at the temple expounding on God's plan!
"Just wait 'til thy Pa gets home, young man!"
Young Washington, it is alleged, went on a hacking spree,
Chopping down his Pa's favorite cherry tree.
Ma attempted to box his ears, but her he outran.
"Just wait 'til your Pa gets home, young man!"
Feckless youths from their Ma's have heard that dire phrase.
Any denial of their transgressions, 'tis useless to raise.
They'd prefer to hear their Ma utter any other expression than,
"Just wait 'til your Pa gets home, young man!"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Words are only words til they are anchored to change,
Which shouldn't sound strange,
To those within range.
Mouthing just the words leaves lips still unaided,
And feet unmoved,
With mountains waiting to be changed.
Change only happens when there is less of the same,
And more upping their game,
To enter the frame.
Deciding what to give up is a good start,
For change to become an art,
And for the heart to play its part.
So when your children join the climate change march,
Ask them if they will give up starch,
Or stop making an arch,
And stop drinking coke in plastic bottles for the whole March.
Only then will I believe the words coming out of their mouth,
As anything more than a cold wind from the south,
That pushes the ice more to the north,
And ask more disasters to come forth.
I was a lookout, port side of our ship
So I put my weather gear on
Captain said sailor, that is your duty
You're going to be there 'til dawn
I used the big eyes, spotted an island
And called to the bridge down below
There's an island to the port side, time's on the short side
Sir, won't you please let me go
We moored in the morning and he gave me fair warning
Sailor watch how you carry on
You can leave for a while and visit the isle
But by midnight tonight we'll be gone
There was a mandolin playing, her body was swaying
Through the night the music played on
I forgot my duty, entranced by her beauty
So I sayed on the island 'til dawn
Now I sit in this jail but I can still sail
In my dreams until my time is all gone
I still sail some with my bottle of rum
And I dance with her memory 'til dawn
Sit with me, stay a while
Let me take in all your smile
Hours go too quickly when
You're in my presence, only then
Do I want to stop the hands of time
From moving forward, time is prime
There's not enough, I want more
Let's start with those Bm chords
I'll help your fingers find the form
Is it just me or is it getting warm?
A subtle scent, perceives my nose
Is it just me or is that vanilla rose?
I'll seize each moment, gaze upon
You sitting there before you're gone
You're gorgeous, absolutely so
And I don't ever want to go
Until the next time you I see
I'll be thinking constantly
About and of you, yes I will
And I will count the seconds 'til
...we meet again...
It was a beautiful story,
I wish it was my own.
It makes me think of you,
so every now and then
I turn it on.
Was the first song we danced to,
it made us fall in love.
Now every time it plays
I see your face,
you’re all I think of.
Why does it seem true loves
are always kept apart?
Is it cruel fate,
a form of bait
that’s used to crush the heart?
Or is God to blame
for all this pain,
or maybe we’re just blind.
Well, I don’t really know...
I’m just missing you tonight.
But I still see you in my dreams,
and I still hold you in my arms.
Each time the little things bring
you back in my mind,
I find you’re still inside my heart.
So, I don’t care how long time goes on,
I’ll sit and wait til time stands still.
Where nothing ever can keep
us apart again.
If I have to wait until forever...
then I will.
My witchy teardrops, dandelion oil, mystical, magickal dust
Faerie Tales, cockatiels, sandwiched between rusted trust
Of movie reels, bootlegged steals, cyber-world, & for reals
Myself as a wild-child & lonely found you across the sea
At the time you didn't know that soon you'd be her final reason to breathe
And you'd be her reason to believe
You'd crack the door to your heart, & then slam it when I was near
You liked to lock up the most attractive parts of you because of your simplistic, insecure fears
I wasn't allowed to be welcomed into your heart for years & years
I'd get too close & once more, you'd slam the door yet again
If you felt out of control of your environment - then nobody can possibly win
You're mad at me for the lack of interaction - but attempting to interact with a workaholic will never yield compromise-able satisfaction
In my experience with you, it always held an unpredictable, bottled-up reaction
Instead of cuddling, smoking, & just relaxin'
This non-communicative, Scorpio, an eloquent, self-confessed introvert would always stay deeply immersed in your work
Never really gave an attentive chance
Even through our initial, fiery romance
You seldom got to experience my mind & body both - like rhythmic, melodious smoke
The worst time for us to be together back then
But something told you that we were worth sacrificing the work we put in for many years being metaverse friends
That was a roll of the die I didn't want to try
We'd have to sacrifice all the time spent, or end up simply saying our goodbyes