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People with good memory have a tough time forgetting,
And those with hearts attuned to others’ pain
Find wounds endure, their souls in silence fretting -
Emotions hurt, yet healing seems in vain.
Like bees, learn to take the honey sweet
From blooming flowers in joy’s bright repose.
Let past remain behind, no more repeat;
Reach forth to what before us gently grows.
Press toward the prize - the high and holy call
That God has placed within each soul’s design.
Forget, forgive, let anger’s shadow fall,
Lest covenant blessings we undermine.
We will not miss the prize, nor let it pass -
But live in all that God has willed for us.
those of them consorted to
divide the two
they sought telling stories
they found opportunities
to take.
seizing days for tomorrow
to undermine the means of existence,
thus making different what he sought to accomplish
words of woman, made him wanted
there men, found comfort in befriending him.
they stood beside him when he wished to marry.
they congratulated him when he made pregnant his wife.
days when times were different, others sought favors from those they
supported in the past.
needing appreciation for doing new things,
and loving new woman.
one found himself in love
and in the mist of his realization, he asked
those friends who had been kind to him
to support his campaign to marry.
they saw fit to turn there head
citing the woman's inability to
make decisions in a timely fashion.
they used words and phrases and skirted
issues "like women" the fela said of these folk
he wanted to be his friend, " like woman they support
the campaigns of strangers, turning their back
to be unkind and selfish, lacking courage and means,
to gain which is right in it's proper speaking."
yet those who divide are unseen and their
voice can't be said as familiar.
they make strange your interest
to cover
their own desires, paper thin are there
there ego's, the materials they use
to cover are transparent: then which angers them
might be that they have accomplished,
and wish to make those who wish then to do such things
seem lesser persons, those who have not
the ability to achieve.
" which post holds the roof to the floor: might he in anger
have the house to collapse"
"they tempress the tinsinging pultute: to make folly of your feelings.
speaking the names of your enemies to make your frustrant and spiteful.
they tell those you, what you say: never speaking
of the manner you said it!"
"he that troubles shall be seen as vindictive and revenge seekers: making the easy targets for those who
like trouble"
what weathers hast thee to toil: that your woman have unraveled your sense and ability to restore.
Once again they lie,
Once again, they spin their tale,
My instincts whispered long ago.
Underestimated, as always, it sails,
Through currents of pretense they choose to throw.
They undermine, as though it's blind,
Do they think It doesn't understand?
A child's mind, they seem to find,
Easy prey for the idle hand.
Yet here it stands, more wise than weak,
A heart grown cold but far from dull.
Their careless schemes, so bold, so bleak,
Have sparked a flame they thought to cull.
Once, it hoped we'd learn the same,
That trust could thrive where doubt was sown.
But disappointment breeds disdain,
For now, it's clear—it walks alone.
No longer will it play the part,
Of puppet in their hollow play.
It's soul demands a fresh restart,
It turns from them, then walks away.
Again they leave, abandon, flee,
And in their absence, it finds it's own.
Let them lie; I’ll let them be,
For silence suits me best alone.
SKEPTICAL THOUGHTS UNDERMINE VERBAL WARMTH
as offered aloud from masculine parted lips.
When brain doubts unexpectedly burst forth,
ensure same feminine brain shreds them to strips.
MOONLIT NIGHTS OBSERVE POTENTIALLY QUED
magic often downward fracture and fall apart
when a man’s truth isn’t evidentially clued
to a willing and attentive sweetheart.
AMPLE BAFFLED COUPLES DECLINE EMBRACE
if one is not genuinely enthused.
When qualms clearly show on one’s face,
the other’s face soon appears confused.
ENTICING, FOXY GALS HARKEN INTEREST
and good-looking men embolden heartbeats
so that when neither is indifferent
romance may take a stroll down High Street.
----starting from the buttom-----
When I was born I couldn't spell
A story that I can't even tell
But I bet all I ever completed in my life was to sell
I ate a egg with a shell
A smell I can't forget
I remember it like it was yesterday
Through my darkest days I will find my brightest bays.
Well,success is the song I sing..I'm not here to sin.
Though people think that I'm a sinner I know deep down my soul
that I'm a writer
It felt like
I kept my dreams
My meals was so horrible like a rotten creams...
I sold Everything I sow.....
And the things I saw was terrible
Hoping that my imagination will oneday lead me to my perfection
A slope I cannot elope
But beared What I was told...
My hopes hidden in my pains
And never be ruined when it rained.
People undermine ,people underestimate.
Buh the pride they have will never influence my ride.
Because somewhere in the future I will rise..
Life full of possibilities and responsibilities.
Is almost like I can't do it right.
But I can do it quite Fine.
That is my accomplishments
I knew that life will not be like this forever...
Indeed life is new..
Through my poorest days I found my richest says
But I know when I'm old...
I will hold What I sold
Just because I was told...
That somewhere in the future I will hold
Nothing but Gold.
------Now I'm Here-------
A people person made to not like people
I've known the worst ones, spiteful, evil,
I gave sympathy
they pointed out the wimp in me
I gave time
they mocked and undermine
I showed compassion
and offered protection
no such fashion
came my direction
When I was weak
they labelled me needy
suffered, didn't speak
my spirit was bleeding
my reality refused
but my pain was present
with everyone confused
I drained of presence
hiding in isolation
my brain tied in knots
finding complication
but why? I'd forgot
slid a slide to suicide
because part of me had died
put life in the throw of the dice
saved by chance, kept me alive
so i quit the drink and drugs
still my brain not lined with sight
silent shoulder shrugs
manipulated, days are nights
then i expressed in poetry
emotions started flowing free
and suddenly it's showing me
unholy repressed memories
the memories and puzzle fit
the confusion bubble missing bits
friends act like enemies taking hits
above all their still doing it
refusing my reality
to the point where lives insanity
they changed my personality
and their lies still damage me
to all a mystery why i changed
too many drugs one night mates claimed
my brain was hindered far from range
acting crazed this theory remained
but the truth is they ignored my problem
and by doing so caused a new problem
the third point is they hid both problems
and theorised on what was my problem
more people believed what was told
misdirected perspective contamination
and for years and years down hill I rolled
never resolved, treated with discrimination
my reality unknown
a false reality created
truth never shown
suffered isolated
behaved alike a mad man
because all of this happened
remembering now as I can
leaving me more flattened
knowing all this for the very first time
knowing I was manipulated out of my mind
yet having enough to understand why,
brings power to get out and up I climb
though i realise 13 years on
when all i had then has completely gone
with all unaware of the wrong
I stand tall, broad, and I stand strong
The Puma
Dark energy, visible matter and dark matter.
S some refuses there existence, and question
the very logic of it's teachig.Napster] and Sureshimp
Pioneered study's into this field. (2197): The pioneer
Inspiration is a mental state of being stimulated to feel,
create, or act, often characterized by a sudden, creative
insight or a feeling of motivation. It acts as a spark that
helps visualize new possibilities or solves problems
, moving people beyond their ordinary routine.
Common sources include art, nature,
conversations, or overcoming challenges
Spock or kcops. Startrek or kertrats
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leveraging
strategic partnerships, and creating tailored, high-value content that solves
(Watch your back: he will include himself into your affairs to know the outcome, often to be in his -favor)cosmic expansion Attracting New Ones Without Alienating Your Old Ones.false to undermine its credibility ( allow his room enough to be detected might he began to undermine your affects) Leverage the playing feild, to produce an outcome favorible to your goals and objectives. The Dark Matter will solve it's self: or will we solve the matter of dark matter?
Dedicated to Evelyn Judy Buehler. I love the joy
and color she brings to her poetry!
Pink puddle of petals, precious
underneath the parasol tree.
Celebrant-pear in bridal white —
pairs walk down the chapel aisle.
The vigor of a garden dressed —
up and down the rows, I’m restless.
Blossoms of bittersweet passion —
red and tangerine attraction.
Sunspree of yellow jonquils —
tiptoeing tiny-tim-like through them.
No mortal map or shovel can undermine
the undiscovered pearly gate of Eden.
Roses blush with tinted cheeks —
a suitor pinches a couple dozen.
Black-eye in the center of a coneflower —
red-tinged-xanthous Susan rays of Summer.
Precious and few, our foray of the perfect,
the most extensive, the coolest environment.
Golden buttermilk rose, with its ruffled petals —
pleasant scent neighboring the paprika yarrow.
What worth Eden — its treasures of rainbow showers,
scents that are mind boggling, its puddles of petals?
3/22/2021
With brazen might and courage strong
A sword is raised the widow’s song
What right has man to undermine
The artists gift’s still standing strong
A lover’s song in midnight oil
Abuse my mind begins to coil
Great Picasso tameless strong
Why must thoughts be sometimes wrong
The storm of undermining dreams
The pain of less defining screams
A broken heart takes time to mend
Our words can be a weapons friend
Green fingernails
She stares into the night
A thinker thinking in her plight
They fought instead of having fun
He broke his lovers loving sun
And now she stares the thinker see’s
The statues of the times gone past
The thinker thinks and so does she
Then locked in pain
She was not free.
Picasso played the torment song
Dora Maars was hurt by words
Picasso’s lady fingers green
Now stares with thoughts we cannot see
Show me a man, not engulfed in lust before love
Nor in the beginning craved her enchanting groove
Then I will show you a liar
As the burning wools, enliven the pride of a cooking stove
So inevitably depends on lust, your holy love
When your heart melt by her gracious sight
From his mantle a sweet seltzer you sip tonight
And both sirens screams with passion
In the end love is praised and lust, blamed
As with negativity, lust is framed
Oh! Dear lust, I shan't merry without you, nor ever love
Even a platonic desire can't undermine your fire
But if this puzzle be hard to solve
Remove lust and watch love dissolve.