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poetry left me
got all clogged up
in ego
the words stopped
I was asleep
I didn't know
even though
I wanted to
wake up
before I die
I mean
go to sleep at twenty six
and get buried at eighty seven
let the media
eat your brain and
you walk with dead
fake it
love falsely
and you're a zombie
you can't hide
from the Universe
it still has you're back
even as you choose fear
over love
split me open
like a chicken
stop my heart
and detour the dead
I want to live
no matter how much
it hurts
if for nothing more
than to finally learn
to trust the Universe
choose love
and be awake when
I die
Land Dweller, the tortoise knew he would love this young bull named Red Gee. He had loved the bull’s father, grandfather, and great-grandfather hadn’t he? You are a red Angus, he told the young bull, and you will do well at the fair. People will revere you and photograph you, and show that they care.
Red Gee trusted Land Dweller, they developed a bond thicker than sugar dough. Pretty soon they were together, whenever and wherever either one would go. Land Dweller was about a hundred and twenty-six years old, by now. Seasoned and wise, he taught young Red Gee to stay away from one frisky young cow.
She has her sights set on you, he told the young’un, so you have to be quick. She is ready to settle down, so let her go after that other bull, McNick. Because you, my lad, are a show bull, and we must get you in a ring. Comments and compliments will swirl around, praises will sing.
Red Gee trusted Land Dweller completely, for it was in his DNA
to listen to Land Dweller, and give him respect and friendship every day. It had been good enough for his ancestors, and they taught him in his dreams, to follow Land Dweller’s advice, for he was even wiser than he seems.
The greatest disappointment from broken promises in life I have endured
were the promises I often made to me
Smoking just one example for several years I vowed to refrain
regular three month stints of abstinence once eighteen months
FINALLY! At age of twenty six from this nicotine addiction I had broken free
From thereon, gained strength and now have have conviction
any vow to myself I could confidently keep
I had gained self love and self respect
searched within my soul whilst delving deep
I cannot a recall a broken promise
from any family or friend
Business deals yes. Most promises broken political pre-election
once elected that's where these empty promises all end
For this reason I have abstained from voting
which is compulsory in this country where I dwell
Never had much faith in government oppressors
or the propaganda messages they sell
Have I always kept a promise to all I've come to know?
Probably not. Too many years of living I am unable to recall
I now have conviction arising from self love
to assist others in need, follow through give my very all
Let’s go with the flow
But wait it’s fearful and confused
Panicking
The end of times?
Not that flow
That is the flow of illusion
Let there be no wafting confusion
I want to go with the other flow
Hey, may I come with you?
Not unless you have the appropriate mask
You also must commit twenty-six rolls of toilet paper to the cause
What cause is that?
Pow! They are running from you
Someone’s brown paper bag breaks open.
A small hand sanitizer drops into the street.
You lean down to pick it up for them.
They smack you on the head with their fist.
Where is my OxyContin when I need her?
You ask as you wake up.
That is no solution!
Sure It is.
Part of the endless solutions.
You begin piling toilet paper and hand sanitizers into a wagon.
Hey! Wait for me!
You trip and fall.
End up being the only survivor of a holocaust.
Nature loves her little surprises.
The persecution twenty-six years long
Practitioners of Falun Dafa horrifically wronged
The China's regime, still no remorse
The face of retribution comes all in due course
The evil epidemic emerged from Wuhan
Rapidly, relentless, traversed the land
Over the seas and around the earth
The ccp virus was a karmic birth
Awaken people to the truth that's spread
Communism is a poisonous dread
It binds humanity into darkness and despair
Break the ties from the evils’ lair
Embrace the goodness of the Divine
The Creators’ Law, for all to find
Reflect deeply within your soul
Your true self will let you know
Truth, compassion and tolerance is good
The Greatness of Falun Dafa will be understood
Company B. used to be full of responsible people who knew their work, and did it.
These six devout employees had put all of their energy into Company B. They had
lost their families, and their friends, so devoted were they to Company B.
The only thing they retained after years and years of loyal service was a headache, an
Outstanding work ethic, a smartness about being in restaurants and movie theaters by themselves,
And a determination to prove that this sacrificing of self was all worth it, by spouting wonderful
Glowing reports about how wonderful Company B was, and how important their work was to Company B.
Company B was sold off in a flurry, to an unsuspecting buyer, on a Saturday night.
He was not as enamored as he should have been with the dinosaurs who had sacrificed their
Real lives for their Company B. lives.
As a matter of fact, he started out
On Monday sacking Chet, a man who
Had not missed a day of work in forty-six
Years. This did not endear him to the other six
Loyal employees.
We are being down-sized, one said.
It was Jake, a man, who had not seen his children
On a holiday for twenty-six years, because he had
Always been too devoted to Company B to be of
Any use to them and now they did not want him
Around, so he killed his time by being loyal to
Company B.
He was the next to go.
We are being dumb-sized, Mable announced.
She went out on a Tuesday, leaving all of her
Personal items behind, as she had let her
Lease expire years ago since she was never home anyway.
MY heart rate raced as I sat and marveled at
this machine. A Cervelo S-5 carbon Bicycle.
This must be a dream!
So Aerodynamic and efficient with a stream
lined design. With a DI-2 shifter that shifts
precisely and is so divine.
I'm sitting here for several hours on my new
racing bike. They're tweaking it perfectly, and
making it right.
A true masterpiece that is designed for speed.
Which every adrenaline junkie definitely needs.
I quickly fall in love with the way that it feels.
At ten thousand dollars, its quality revealed.
As I get on it, it fits like a glove. I shift it quickly
as I start to take off.
I race with an accelerating rhythm, at maximum
speed. What an experience, a euphoric feeling
that overtakes me!
My heart pounds with excitement and my thighs
start to burn, as lactic acid builds up, rounding an
apex of a treacherous turn.
I glanced at my Garmin , peddling quickly in this
competitive race. Twenty-six miles an hour, I
average, pushing myself, at a grueling pace!
My heart pumps as I spin up this hill, anticipating
the descent, oh my what a thrill!
I try catching my breath as my lungs cry out for air.
Reaching a pinnacle point of exhaustion, and
borderline despair!
I'm pushing my cadence with everything I got.
Failure is not an option, like it or not!
I'm shooting for King of the Mountain, in this heart
stopping mile. Thank God it's all over, as I stop and
relax, for a while!
It's all finished now, as I check out the Strava on line.
And much to my amazement, I am the fastest, of all
time!!
I wish I could take credit, and be solely responsible
for this great feat, but I know in my heart, it was a
great effort, made by My Bicycle and Me.
ALPHA BETA
As I understand it
Back in the distant past
Communication was at first, verbal
Distinct, if limited
Every tribe began with its own
Finding it a challenge across boundaries
Getting an understanding, the first step
However difficult it may have been
In delving deep into facial expressions
Just as tribes began to share stories
Kinsfolk with greater vision
Laid down a simple written code
More in glyphs than modern letters
Now established across most of the world
Of course, there are still subtle differences
Perhaps enough to make it interesting
Questioning whether a common principle applied
Revealing a basic alphabet at its core
Some solid basis to record words in writing
Twenty six or so the most popular
Understanding was now assumed
Vested in those who learned to read
Whatever their motivation
X-ray vision was not required
Youth instructed by their elders
Zest for poetry soon followed
Today is five months since my son died
I woke up with the heaviness that comes
with grief and took some time to reflect
on the last five months of my loss
and the twenty six years that I
had with my son before he died
Grief is the result of love and I am grateful
that I had the chance to know and love
my handsome, smart, compassionate son
Although he is no longer on earth, the love
I feel for him is still present and strong
and is big part of who I am as a person and a mom
With grief comes sadness, for what is no longer,
but also comes an awareness of God and the role
he has played in my life always, but that role has
gotten bigger since Josh died. God has always been
a big, powerful God, but I have just needed him more
since that day and he showed up in a big way
I have moments where I picture my son at peace,
which is something I did not see in the last four years
of his life. I am grateful for that image and this mother's
shattered heart clings to that image and prays that
other people experiencing this pain can get comfort
where they can find it in their search for healing and peace
She came out of the chute with a song in her brain.
She sang it all the way home, leaving hospital, during a big rain.
How old is she? Her pleased grandma asked.
Twenty-six hours, her Dad and Mom basked.
She’ll be a singer. She is already a star!
She is better than you, Grandma said, “And I mean by far!”
The new parents laughed, a little nervously.
They knew how pushy this mama could be.
She had her in Vegas by the time she was four.
She had her dancing burlesque, and other stuff to deplore.
She sneaked her in, and she claimed she was her mother.
They learned her real age, after they located her brother.
Her irritated, exasperated mommy and daddy got on a plane,
They flew out to Vegas to rescue, their child, no longer tame.
The grandma got arrested, and put in Naughty Grandma Jail.
And if you believe this, you are now being swallowed by a whale.