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A long night to think about
about cutting people out of my life
the weakest link. A makeover for 2022
And release the tightness from my chest
Like a Maiden form bra, that drove a dent
Into my breast, what a release to let them go free,
My poem contains my spoken and unspoken thoughts
My island tongue you might pick up, throughout the read
This year was good to me despite the covid pandemic crisis
Yesterday I had a meltdown, this morning I seem focus to a point
To face some challenges, I can truly see some people
for what they are. (Bull ters)
Cleaning out my closet for my new found friends
I haven't cried much this year, though
I did less gambling, and more saving, (which is good)
Sadly, my sex life drops like the New York temperature to 0 degree
My poetry writing remains raw and original.
But somehow, my smile became a little friendly towards strangers
I think I am starting to like: The human race again
I still have a long way to go: to catch up with the thing called trust
a long night to think about my plus and minus.
I grow up loving my biblical stories, which I can related
To some of them, the weaker characters would always
Be eaten up by the stronger ones, being vulnerable allows
Some people to use us, giving up your self-worth,
Your power, for what? A moment in bed:
Did you heard me cried in my writing (no) ?
The question is not what you look at, but what you see...Thoreau (quote)
While, you look up in the ceiling, and ponders your thoughts, into sections:
The three parts of your brain, forebrain, midbrain and hindbrain help a lot,
Even though the hindbrain, made me think of this Hindman, the traveler, the soul seeker,
They will work together as a team, but weaknesses make them drift off into different direction.
Making me into believing that I don’t even know myself anymore,
Today is for me to listen to myself,
Goodbye my lover, hello new friends.
when I look at all the data in regards to our youth and teens
the statistics are frightening and to me it seems
that our children are now more at risk when it comes to sex, guns, drugs and drink
the enemy is aggressively targeting them as they are our weakest link
the risk of surviving is what our children now have to face
the risk of disease, the risk of death, the risk of just being in the wrong place
unfortunately they don't desire to listen to what their parents have to say
they think they're grown and too quick to reply "let me do it my way"
they feel that as parents we don't respect their wishes and desires
they fail to see that we only want them to achieve and aspire
as parents we've gone through what they've yet to experience in life
we lived through the risks we encountered the same struggles and strife
our children can't seem to understand nor comprehend
that we ourselves were children long before them
and the only way that we were able to have matured and grown
was to accept the instructions and advice from parents of our own
the risky business of just living is what we want to eliminate
so that our children don't get caught up in the danger before its to late
it wouldn't hurt to raise your children up in the ways of Jesus the Christ
and then pray that they will never stray from it in life
and as parents to never forget our own rebellious years
when we sent our moms and dads into states of despair
talk to your children with empathy and a godly demeanor
introduce them to Jesus the Christ and hope they become believers
so that those risky businesses that are always lurking around
will never have the opportunity to take our children down
encourage your kids, support your teens, talk to and treat them with respect
don't be too quick to judge nor admonish for then you they will reject
the risky business the dangers in life is what we desire to keep away
in order for us to raise productive and positive adults one day
This women in my home argues why I leave her so-much along.
Together she say, the two of us should make the weakest link in
the chain strong (relationship). "but she's all along". The bird's
chirping as the sun awaken and stretch forth its arm as another day
creeps through the curtains and not one word is spoken. "This stran-
ger in my home". Whoe, I guest - I-guest silent is the proper thing
to do, don't say nothing to me, and I want say nothing to you.
But I break's the ice and reach for her hand, she stubborni-
ily pull-away and storms out of the room, I'm confuse and now I'm
angry, "You men's just don't understand", is the response she say's
to me, cann't talk to this stranger in my home, "but she's all along".
I head-out the door for work, not to be such a jerk. I leave her a
note to meet me after work. at a nice cozy lil restaurant secluded so
we can talk. I arrive there first, then she walk's in looking so sexxy,
my whole head spins, (she's) looking this good can not be a sin.
We rap and we talk, this stranger (my wife) were once there were
danger of never seeing her again-now after a few drinks and the pro-
blem becomes vaguily clear, we toast to communicating, and sometimes
two people will not alway's agree on the same thing. Touching each
other's hands-looking into her eye's, she's wearing a very provocative
dress that clearily has awaken this man. Talking is refreshing and I tell
her, your perfume smells aahhh soooo--sweet, now at home we stop and
began Kissing, and together we floats-on to heaven. "With Wing's be-
neath my feet's".
Scared, scared, of success, who will notice, scared of failure, seems more.relevant,
Scared, scared, not sure of who I am, of where I am right now, in life, in this scary painful world.
It's everyone for themselves, o lying the strong willed can prevail.
Scared of going out the door, scared of facing the cold brutal air, everyone else has chin goals and a dream in mind, my mind is filled with self doubt and despair, why should I even try, for only anxiety, and disappointment will be the end result, I know this for sure, there's no doubt.
Eye contact is a must, it is my weakest link, only they still.want a peek, didn't you know the eyes are the door to the soul? Don't bother turning the key, for my soul is empty and poorly occupied, anxiety and self hatred, self doubt has taken over.
Scared, yet HERE I AM, in my third year of college, Andy eyes are set on communication studies,
Of all things, who would have known? If you only knew the reasons behind, their names are Christian Tess and Suzanne White, they push me to be the best I can be, with their extraordinary teaching skills and awesome personality, I never would be where I am right now without them.
Scared, scared, but not anymore, for all I have to do is look in the mirror, and know that I have come so far, I know a lot of doors have closed on my face in the past, but it takes tenacity, strength, and a willingness to stand up and knock on the next door you see, you never know what life will throw your way, because everyone has a place in this world, for being scared just puts fuel underneath you, to get you going, how you choose to do with it is always up to you :-) :-)
Ringing the Peace Bell
Black
..............................lives matter
All
..............................lives matter
All
.............................beings matter
All are
.............................Sentient beings
......................Some beings are invisible
................Some sentient beings are hidden
...........All sentient beings are interdependent
.......All sentient beings share a common lineage
......Can we say humans are the crown of creation
....Or are humans of all creed just a link in the chain
....Note:- A chain is -- as strong as -- its weakest link
...somewhere..................alas..................somewhere
...humanity........................as......................humanity
...is testing.........................&.......................is missing
...its sense..................................................its wisdom
...its knowing...........................................its hard head
..thru war/battle....................................seems to forget
.wily- dirty politics..............................in key to existence
nay to common sense................…….compassion & oneness
in lust for power & superiority.…Missing is heart from the pic.
.....................................Ring in ~.
...................................the gentle bells
..................................Drops of Silence
..................................to deafen bombs
...................................how limit debate
....................................to Black/White
.................................................?¿
Offspring between close family members
not biologically fit nor ablest
even if direct immediate relations
consider themselves best
buddies, emotionally intimate, and offload
heavy matters weighing down
on their respective figurative chest,
cuz lurking within brethren and cistern genes,
and/or chromosomes dwell deadliest
nastiest, and weakest link undermining
searingly robust reproductive human stock,
thru molecular hijacking gungho extremest
right wing trumpeting malefactor breeding
distilling, fomenting, et cetera the faintest
self destructive invisible agents provocateurs
dredging existentially faultiest
predispositions, and vulnerabilities
compromising in utero body electric,
asper offspring saddled with funniest
itsy bitsy teenie weenie yellow Polka dot bikini
donned flesh impossible to remove,
which surgery could imperil and render feeblest
unto Caesar, an ides of march, sans flimsiest
excuse for a successor
to the royal porcelain throne,
which progeny could exhibit the frailest
constitution, and possibly appear as freakiest
looking hominid this side of Schwenksville
with napped hair most frizziest
affixed to a beanpole gangliest
androgynous cisgender metasexual
being description also including geekiest,
not to mention ghastliest
simple minded looking gruesomest
human being, who presents grimmest
prospects quite dim tubby happiest
bellowing soul since...incest
came back in vogue when polar vortex
ushered necessity to bed with kindliest
people professing unconditional love.
Quietly he goes about assessing situations,
Searching for the weakest link,
The source of consternation;
Seeking out the places where you need to make improvement.
He'll be your guide, a rudder,
The source of your inducement.
Evaluating habits, of each one he takes note,
Caring not how you must feel,
Or of the ire evoked.
Improving others character is his goal in life,
Teaching and chastising,
His family, friiends and wife.
Of singular importance, his opinion of the world.
It does no good to disagree,
Or dodge invectives hurled,
At all who wish to argue point, dispute he will not suffer,
From any who would self-appoint,
Themselves to be a buffer,
Twixt a man who wishes naught but good upon the world;
To bestow upon us all,
His precious wisdom's pearls.
He points out how it should be and what you're doing wrong,
Elaborating on each fault,
It's like a kind of song.
He'll sing it to the very end, though end I've never heard.
When you explode and tell him off,
He thinks you quite absurd.
It's hard to be above it all, you feel so all alone.
They say good looks are but skin deep,
But Dumb Goes To The Bone.
Judy Ball
Thinking it's up to you to point out everyone's faults or what's wrong with the world today is going to drive people in the other direction when they see you coming.
You were fire and I was ice
Two enemies but I fell for you twice
I sizzle at your touch
You cool at my rush
Like a brain freeze in summer that feels painfully relieving
We love each other more than anything
But there’s a side to you that I never knew
Everything you said were never true
Epiphany that made me cry
Broken hearted, I swear I would die
Without recognition I split myself in two
With the thought of “I wasn’t meant for you”
Anger came over me as the sky roared with thunder
Even the lightnings started to fright and ponder
I started to think that you were another picture to burn
When my heart was filled with scorn
But I couldn’t get your paws off my frame
The way you touched me I may never feel the same
I remember when I was completely crazy
But then you kissed my lips and you saved me
Then I started to remember how real it was and I saw the truth
The only way to save a tree is to keep the root
We made a connection that’s as strong as I think
Because a chain is as strong as its weakest link
And since there was no weak part
I reminisced something that mended my heart
There’s a side to you that I always knew
All the things you said that were never true
Was to save me from a depressing death
But I guess that you didn’t know that you’re my breath
And the only way I’ll die is by losing you forever
You and I together nothing is better
ENTRENCHED TIME (IS) EMBEDDED NOW!
Procreate and multiply for generations and generations to come.
Expand the universe to the knowledge known.
The knowledge of life formed through the portends of a greater source that presages.
Entrenched is time.
The norms of God are not a postulated form.
Simplicity is that we live life on earth.
Postulated is the norms of humankind.
Encapsulated by the unknown.
The creator of one and all is the omnipotent.
The people of the universe better pay attention.
The instinct is palpability.
Physicality in nature as the trees are through the woods.
Time entrenched and now is embedded.
Are we burden by our hidden conflict?
Are we lessening when it is not addressed?
Or, are we the weakest link?
Embedded now is entrenched time.
Perceptibility and insight found is nothing more than a mien personified.
We acme an analogized mountain by achieving our goals.
Our parallels may be the affliction shown.
When similarity becomes between two, we strive to deseed both with one stone thrown.
We have lived.
Time entrenched.
Apposed wrong to apprehend that which is right.
For embedded now is entrenched time eternally.
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Written April 19, 2016!
I could never really pick one thing.
I never recognized what was expected of me.
Break and bend always.
The egg will fall and crack.
Why couldn't that just be that?
You say you see so much in me,
well I've heard it before and I still don't know what it means.
What you see isn't a vision.
What you see is separate.
An idea outside of reality.
It's a shame, I'm not so great.
Why am I "better",
as you say.
Why?!
How?!
You think its easy to reach this level of recklessness?
The self-sacrifice it takes to reach the barrel bottom that I kick around as I please
while you cower with fear.
The fear of losing everything fills your empty head.
I'm free to lose.
It's lost.
It's gone.
Trust, family, friends, jobs.
Your worry is my grain of salt.
No judgement calls,
no right or wrong.
Morality the weakest link of them all.
An appetite to evolve and self-destruct makes for some fierce philosophy when
theres nowhere to go but up.
My tears burn,
my eyes won't shut,
My feet are cut.
Ashes to ashes...
well whatever, one more thing,
I'm a big fick and a good duck,
love it...........lick it up.....dust to motherbloody dust.