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And one day when the world has noting to show
All the plants died and the oceans has dried up
The memory of animals ever existed would have been faded by far
Cats and dogs, pigs and cows, whales and sharks, hamsters and rats, mice and snakes
Deserts as far as the eye an see
No person in site
No babys crying and no spoiled brads throwing tantrims over something he cant get
No lillipols, sweets or muffins
No baking and dancing
No singing in wild karioki bars
Most of all no heartbraks no love
No crying no pain
No hate, dissapointments no trouble no drama
No gaining weight only loosing
Cracked lips and dried out eyes
No emotion no warmth
No memorys just a faded sound of a peep
Call, emtyspace, tears, sadness, relieve
And on day when the world has nothing to offer
No one to hold your hand
All plants have died and oceans has dried up
The memory of animals was harsh and sad
By far the most dreadful memory...
Erasing faded distant unclear
Deserts as far as the eye could see
No person in site
What goes up must come down
What goes down rearly comes back up
I wish i could have held your hand the day u stepped into it
The day your life suport went down and didnt come back up
Call, emtyspace, tears, sadness, relieve
Hand holding first day of school, first dance
I know i probably shed my first tears on you
All i can remember these days is crying over you
Hands holding foreheads touching eyes looking lips touching
That should have been our position
That should have been ours
One day when the world has nothing to show nothing to offer
No plants, animals or oceans
No people woman nor men
Not his or hers nor mine or yours
Defnitley no maybe's
Where yes means yes
Where no means no
No hesitation or overthinking
No turning back
No looking back
No....
Where i would envy death
He walked with you, i couldnt
He held your hand, i couldnt
He heard you say your last words
He saw the last light out shine your eyes
He felt your last breath on his face
The day you stepped into my world of memory
I need time by myself just to sort things out
I need to walk on God's narrow route
I'm hoping I won't disappoint Him by biting the bullet...he will marinate me with his miracles and drive away doom
His forgiveness is a spotlight I look upon during times of hardship and gloom
Commotion fills my ears for many years, but I can't make up what they say
You are as bright as tomorrow, but I'm as dark as yesterday
Often, I would contemplate on turning that around someday
I pray for unity with peaceful individuals and find the answers in God's Holy Bible...I feel the need to make cliques with other people my age
But my sheepish, strange nature and my low self-worth reduces me to rage
It feels like, when I'm around others, I feel like I'm not on the same page
Oh Lord, I want to belong
I want to belong
I need to belong
Freedom is so, so far away
Freedom is so far away
I turn away in utter dismay
Today isn't my greatest day
I pray I won't fall prey to my bipolar days
I long for praise and recognition on a daily basis
I want to stay in one place, but we go our separate ways
I am in chains in the pit of my alienated abstract abyss
What is right and wrong?
What is right and wrong?
What is right and wrong when I am always led astray?
I'm not having my way today, so I weep during a gray day
I catch a glimpse of a blue jay...I feel better I must say
But what goes up must come down
But, soon enuff, I will wear an upside down frown
In my happy-go-lucky, sun-drenched spirits, I will drown
I will seek California's grand sunlight
To block out the contemplation of delightlessness
Give me perpetual might tonight
I wish someone or He could rinse away my hopelessness
For now, I will contemplate on the positives,
Not the negatives...who gives, who really gives
Because, in my young heart, childlike happiness lives
It lives on...right when a good song is on the radio
Right on!! Rock on till the break of dawn and dance with the wind...go with your own flow and keep your spirits' unique, gracious glow
Newtonian physics say what goes up must come down
sorry not in the camp of horn tootin, high falutin clowns
justice serves only to rebuke you, not too astute of you
when youre bragging of genetics, a sword in the mouth can cut the lips
can gag you with double edged aplologetics
better watch out for backlash from observant critics,
self righteous attitudes, lukewarm civics
we can't bear the fruition of more bad fruit,
from bad apples with thin skins poisoning the youth
practice what you preach? ever hear of reciprocity for frontal lobotomy, lasiks surgery for radiocarotot omy
making things resentful what you tryin to prove? separation or hostility? Uncle Toms? up the Auntie, you are betting against the youth. Your blind vision seeing the world anew?
Now I know there's 31 flavors so many ways to taste, defeat, scoop up the malaise
don't rub it in the face when you're on top of the heap
make people suck on your cone of invincibility
bet it makes the taste of vanilla? A fetish treat, out of spite when all races got some fine honeys, and miss or Mrs BUTTERSWORTH mm hmm, you statistically will leave.
Leaves a bad taste, in the palate of the nationality. The grapes of wrath's depression made it's impression on all the people, so rinse your mouth, spit, repeat. Don't get drunk on your High C.
Too much high flying, smack talking, mainlining cult of gangsta personality
there aint no union in a phrase like "aint seen nothin like me"
No one is shocked a person of darker pigment can pass a football or do anything they set out to dream with heart in hard work. I think you better stick with a spork, instead of hotknifing that herb, rubbing that lambp of piper sheeptoslaughter jerk.
Catch more bees with honey, plus you can use that plastic spoon to dig your way out of the backstabbery,
but Hollywood Idols love their trophys
especially silver spooned ones, Campbell's Chunky for coddled athletes, who got nothin else to do
but compete for biggest cat in a cradle,
Golden icons on the silver screen.
UNQUOTABLE QUOTES - XLIII(Continued)
A black-listed writer tops every publisher’s reading list.
Half a loaf is better than no love.
Don’t dig your ears while tying your shoe laces. Just wear slippers.
Eat only what’s available in the stable if you’re able to put it on the table.
A friend in need is a friend who feeds your greed.
Take care of the Ps and the wife will take good care to Pound you.
A journey of a thousand miles ends with the last step, said Old Tse.
Kill not the brother-in-law, not until the sister is dead.
If you butter your bread on both sides, you’ll better learn the art of licking hands.
Hang not the hangman with his own noose. Make sure to shoot him before you hang him.
Even a blind cat has to rat-race.
Take the load off your own fat before you scat.
Shoot to kill only if your will will not let you stand still.
A marked man is the marksman’s man.
A dime a dozen always turns up when you’re frozen.
He who cries thief - even in mischief - is often the chief of the thieves.
Turn coat and betray the holes in your shirt.
A snake in the grass cannot tell leather souls from top brass.
Early to bed makes the lass grow stealthy, squelchy and full of lice but nice.
Immolate yourself and learn that you can moult your soul.
Even if you’re forced to burn your boats, you'll always stay afloat by eating oats.
Where there’s a will, there’s no giving way/away.
Run with the hares and you’ll surely drop into snares.
Hunt with the hounds and you’ll surely make many kinds of sounds.
Run with the hares and hunt with the hounds and you’ll eat yourself out-of-bounds.
Birds of a feather pay the same tailor.
What goes up bursts into fireworks before it comes down in fluff and ash.
All that glitters cannot be sold unless you run your own tv show.
If you judge books by their torn covers, you’ll probably end up singing Op(e)rah in Amanpour.
If you kick the can down the street often enough, you’ll end up in the Women’s World Cup canned.
(c) T. Wignesan - Paris, June 18, 2019
Upside Down World
The great man and conjurer of poetic license sat behind
the analytic couch and murmured to himself that it is
all about aggression and sex lots of sex for that grave matter
it shapes the world from underneath a smouldering gun
Phallus in metaphoric metaplastic hands ideas vibrate
‘what goes up must come down’ he pondered as he smoked
the cigar piped up dreams when a pipe is simply not merely
a flute and the lute brings luscious shadows to the fore
Eros meanwhile contemplates on regal roads from joy
to consciousness at ninety-six the styx is near enough
What has the world come to he’s no more sixty-nine
where is Freud’s promise as wars rage rampantly but
flaccid skin shrivels beyond tall towers of yesteryear
when hedonistic gardens slipped quietly from paradise
Eye-sight vanished hearing demised turgor spent and forces
only a distant reminder of battles fought for the human
condition he reads ‘ARGAIV’ on the blister pack he holds
with arthritic hands his heart attacks soft memories when
the nurse wipes him clean and he slobbers his tablets
It is a downside up world and time has tattooed Eve’s apple
upside down on his loins and the growing pain of a promise
once held of a better world with kindness love and compassion
Eros with Freud in his thoughts has again mixed up his drugs
as moaning angina takes over when he swallows his swan song
He should not have kept that one VIAGRA capsule maybe and
only his world in last rites is a much better place
What Goes Up, Must Come Down
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~Different beliefs can be a blessing~
He was born on a chilly Saturday afternoon, sweet boy with lots of love,
we all knew he'd be very special because he had come from up above.
Tiny toes and a wrinkly face, such a sight for sore eyes to see,
what a blessing it is that God chose Joseph Thomas to be a part of me.
From a toddler to a teenager, soon in college after those days,
Joey married Layla his childhood crush, in love in a special way.
Soon I had grandchildren and how joyful my life became,
we weathered so many storms, but our family overcame.
On my last birthday I turned a tender young age of seventy,
sad news followed and we learned that nothing is a guarantee.
My Joey had been battling lymphoma at only forty years old,
we all gathered around the priest, for nothing could be controlled.
I stood there numb watching my son take his last short breath,
it seemed not too long ago I held him on my breast.
He grew great wings and flew above straight into the light,
I knew I would see him again, what a sorrowful delight.
My youngest daughter Caroline was pregnant with her first,
a gentle baby boy who came out backwards and headfirst!
I had the honor to hold little Tommy for the very first time,
I saw those brown eyes and I knew he was special and sublime.
Can it be true? Does my faith believe this to be our reality?
Can a soul be reborn into another child, a blessing of geniality?
My faith had been renewed and my perceptions had been overflowing,
I know deep down inside, Tommy holds the spirit of my Joey.
I believe the death of my sweet boy transmigrated into my grandson,
an embodiment of his soul with in, two spiritual bodies becoming one.
So amazing that Joey's spirit has again become earth bound,
this is why I believe what goes up....must come back down...
~Date Written: February 28, 2016~
I see the light. By Anthony Grider 8/6/1994
What goes up must come down.,
Don't get your hopes up so high.,
Or you'll find yourself on the ground.,
Asking yourself why.
Sometimes it's hard to find your way.,
Always someone trying to tell you what to say.,
Trying to flip your blue skies to grey.
I find myself in the dark, but I can see the light.,
Trying to sleep but up all night.,
Blinded but trying to regain my sight.,
O I'm in the dark but I see the light.
Beaten down but I can still fight.,
O In the dark but I see the light, O I can see the light.
Saying grass is greener on the other side.,
You look in the mirror and you close your eyes.,
Always running what do you have to hide.,
Feel like your standing still while life passes you by.
People tear you down.,
Try to twist you up.,
Time to get off the ground.,
Time to stand up.
O I might be in the dark but I see the light.,
Trying to say I'm wrong but I know I'm right.
O I'm in the dark but I see the light.,
Been beaten down but I still can fight.,
O I'm in the dark but I see the light.,
Been blinded but have regain my sight.,
O I'm in the dark but I see the light.
O I see the light.
They say don't count your chickens before they hatch.,
It seems like nothing goes your way.,
Life's a fast ball you just can't catch.,
No sun but always a rainy day.
But you cant let it get you down.,
You've got to pick yourself off the ground.,
You've got to make it work your way.,
Who cares what anyone else has to say.
O I'm in the dark but I see the light.,
Been beaten down but I still can fight.,
O In the dark but I see the light.,
Been blinded but have regain my sight.,
O I'm in the dark but I see the light.
Time to get reading for the fight.,
Saying I'm wrong but I know I'm right.,
O Blinded but I've regain my sight.,
O I'm in the dark but I see the light.
O I see the light.
Form:
Unquotable quotes – VI
(Note : A good many of the « epigrams » in this sequence of quotes are a take off on other well-known short poems, proverbs, sayings or expressions faites, etc . The rest are my own epigrams.)
All the world’s a stooge.
Paint the town red with blood.
Swing low, Sweet chariot ! Coming to carry me on throne !
Turn the other back for a slap on the back.
Can you turn your nose up while sitting on your high horse ?
Finders keepers, Minders weepers !
Black holes also suck white souls.
A bun in the womb is worth ten in the oven.
Cleanliness is next to Godzillaness.
Garbage cans are not rubbish bins.
What goes up must bring Heaven down.
We are all stinkers under the arms.
We are all sewers under bums.
We are all lovers under mums.
We are all beggars under alms.
We are all killers under arms.
We are all believers under psalms.
We are all thinkers under norms.
We are all schemers under qualms.
We are all bribers under palms.
We are all runners under bombs.
We are all rotters under worms.
We are all liars under gums.
We are all swimmers under foams.
We are soldiers under uniforms.
We are all writers under thumbs.
One need hardly fear the extinction of Life on earth through environmental or climatic catastrophe : inter-religious contention will get the job done well before-hand.
Cricketing jargon
« Style mahu kala tida-apa ! » (Doesn’t matter if you’re given out so long as you managed to play the right stroke !)
This « tongue-in-cheek remark » in Malay pidgin is often used in Malaysia-Singapore to describe those batsmen who surrender their wickets in style, i.e., batsmen who are sticklers to the art of playing textbook strokes irrespective of whether the ball is engaged by the bat or not.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2016
The candlelight flickers as I try to write, A chill runs through me this cold winter night
I attempt to create without any sound, disquise my deviance from eyes that
surround.
Spending hours on thought with intention, living more lies than I care to mention
So far from the life I saw for my taking, still I wander this path while inside I’m
shaking.
I was given the map with all the safe trails, No challenge to put the wind in my sails
This forest is thick and it tempts your desire, It shadows a dark side that threatens
your fire.
A truth I thought I could elude, what goes up must come down and so would my
mood
I thought I could triumph where others had failed, reap the rewards without getting
nailed
Each step ahead retests my bravery, trying to fight the path into slavery
Not a slave to traditional ways, yet I slave to the evil I entertain these days.
I could try to tread back down this hill, look for the answers or just stand still
I choose to go on fueled with strength, hoping ahead I will laugh at length.
These paths I ventured I cannot regret, the lessons I’ve learned
I will never forget.
I shudder to think that there may have been, chances I’ve missed more doors to
walk in.
Rugged terrain have brought muscles to bloom, new wizardry wins over impending
doom
Affinity yields a novel beloved, swim in seasoned seas I used to covet.
Sterling rewards I would not detach, to avoid ruinous seeds that did hatch
I swallow the nectar along with the pain, could I start life once more?
I’d wander again…….
Form:
Even though Brothers and Sisters I have none
that man standing there is my Father's Son.
He is my savior, Jesus the man from Galilee
if your faith is strong, He will be easy to see.
What is it that gets wetter the more it dries
it could be anything that you see with eyes.
Evil lies, goodness dies, causing a thousand cries
starry eyed I look to the skies as the angel flies.
It goes in dry and comes out wet
the longer it stands the stronger it gets.
Water in the cup turns to tea, the bag steeps
hotter the better with sugar by the heaps.
What goes up a chimney down
but can't go down a chimney up.
It can be used as a prop for a clown
or to cover yourself or your pup.
Raining again, grab the umbrella
'cause this is the day I met my Cinderella.
A Father and a Son on a motor bike accident
the Father is taken to the West end hospital
and the Son is taken to the East end hospital.
The Doctor there goes to operate on the Son
until the Doctor says " I can't do it, it's my Son."
The E.R. is full with this, that and the other
Chief of Staff today is Dr. Mother.
The man that made it, never used it
and the man that used it, never seen it.
He made a system of raised dots, Louis Braille
so the man who lost his sight could stay on the trail.
The only thing that will constantly go up never to come down
it has never been in the sky or even under the ground.
While young birthdays are fun, but always adding more age
no one gets younger, clock never stops, we all turn the page.