Purple and black bird
Dropped the cowboys a pigskin turd
Telling a tale with heart
Playing the dramatic part
Preventing extra time
Dallas didn't mind
But the lone stars were declined
When the loop was sealed
Closing the deal
Making the Rippleys highlight real
Pulling off the steal
Disarming gunslingers' shooters
By using Tyler's powerful booter
Seconds it took to set up the stage
Creating festive rage
When odd looking ball took flight
Through the three-point designated upright
What a sight
North westerners went home lesson learned
About how they got burned
You may want to listen to Mister Poe
Bagging the Arlington's deceased head to toe
While enjoying the Rio de Janeiro show
Home it is time to go
Say good night
But lights
Should shine bright
Exorcising any Brazilian frights
Stanza 1
Lost in a loop again,
Where assurances polished,
But actions stay missing.
Stanza 2
Lost in a loop again,
Hearing lips craft carefully
Sentences,
That collapse once the room
ejects.
Stanza 3
Lost in a loop again,
Where apologies come
Pre-packaged,
But accountability never
Conveys.
Stanza 4
Lost in a loop again,
Listening to voices rehearse
Integrity,
Like a script they never intend to perform.
Stanza 5
Lost in a loop again,
Caught between what they
Say
And what they refuse to do.
Stanza 6
Lost in a loop again,
And the echo becomes a
Warning,
That lip service is just
Another silence.
The Loop Of Suffering
It hurts bad, you can't see
sweet suffering glazed with glee
I hoped and waited I was mad
You can't see, it hurts bad.
But who am I to blame you
I was the one to long, to pursue,
You didn't utter anything to lie
To blame you, but, who am I.
This love of mine I can't ever express
and in my own hopes I become depressed
Even God never gave a sign
I can't express this love of mine.
Animals we are, can't change anything
but we do feel everything
Like a withered stuck black flower
Can't change anything, animals we are.
Kill me with that indifference
How can I be a subject of remembrance
But of ignorance indeed.
With that indifference kill me.
My thoughts and feelings nothing can inhibit
So strong, so mad. To you is the credit.
You are so desirable in all your dealings
Nothing can inhibit my thoughts and feelings.
Something About
Free Will That Has
Free Will As Its Judge...
Let Go! Monster!
I Can't Take This Thing
Anywhere! Self-Absorption...
I Knew I'd... Wait, Hold On...
It's Ruthless...
Its Got No Ruth.
Rrooooth.
Try To Make
Sense Of That:
GUILT!
Good Job!
-Gray Squirrel
06-30-2026
One joyful footstep
loosens procrastination
morning air tastes sweet
the mind keeps that light aglow
long after the walk has passed
Pleasure leaves a trace
on shoes waiting by the door
soft invitations
before thought can intervene
habit heeds motion's call
Inner loops turning—
unconscious desires take root
deep beneath reason
each fond spark of exercise
trains the nerves to yearn return
Laughter after strain
widens the spirit's landscape
breath steadies the mind
small victories slowly build
through patience and resilience
Outer loops rising
gather strength from calm delight
builds hope through movement
each glad act enlarges life
as wellness echoes health back
No harsh discipline—
only the pull of feelings
gently repeated
what once needed force and will
becomes enlightened desire
Hi. I'm Mickey Mouse, my wife, Betty Boop.
We got caught in a bad karma loop.
We bumped off Popeye, stole his keys.
She was reincarnated as grilled cheese
and I as tomato soup.
What at times truth linger
How we wish lies slumber
As some do pounder
Yet many never baptise slander
While envy remains an anthracite
Vilification may tarry to alight
The Eden apple; enough a device to highlight
Unity's drag race lying in twilight
Criticism flourish in relentlessness
To define the best soul's vividness
Thought it acts of wickedness
Truly; contrary, a wholesome blessedness
Fires precise courage
Yielded to rid bondage
Is your mind no longer serving you?
Is the method, the plan, not working?
Endless jobs, endless goals achieved... You have the answers but aren't full.
Did you know there is and always was a plan that was bigger than our minds could ever comprehend?
How deeply can you hear without your ears, dear Brother and Sister...?
How loudly can you hear your gut and the whispers from the wind?
Strength does not only lie in logic, nor in only empathy/intuition.
An epidemic of extremely intelligent minds... Lost in the loop.
Aging and Achieving, also emptying not filling.
Your mind isn't the one who knows your childhood self is waiting for you.
Start your life again... Do we continue attempting to control a divine and magical world ? Or flow with it and begin to plan how we actually want life to look...
Which includes time and space to hear yourself and your bodies whispers... Before it screams.
We build our later in life plan by not listening now.
God bless.
This never-ending loop
Everything that I do comes back around
I try my hardest, but my efforts aren’t enough
It’s my mind or body
There is no in between
In this never-ending loop
Free me from this prison, I can call love
I don’t think it’s for me
My mind constantly in scrambles
Trying to make you feel okay
It’s either maturity or childishness
I can’t date a child
Body or mind
No in between
But he’s my soul
My life
The glue that is holding this show together
The only problem is, I can't say what’s on my mind
Without him crying
The poor pitiful boy
Who can’t stand the truth
Discussed the importance of
using the image for
self-gain.
despite the fact these abject mouths
run to no end, mimic cracked
pipes or leaking faucets.
Pocket holes drift , shaking
the gaseous currency watches.
Money quick-dry quick enough without
the drought to help it out.
Drowsy and Half slept,
put out long enough for me
to know how to hit and shuffle.
I been up and down and
all around this block and
still have a good night.
This day takes wet coals
across namesake.
I’m not impressed with threats
unless they are held up.
Even worse they kept up.
I ceen't it.
How about you prove to me?
Prove to me in the asphalt that
it’s not your ass fault?
Prove it?
Do it. Can’t?
Laughable, I couldn’t imagine
being a man to cultivate
a trifle ingrate .
There is so much I would love to change
I think about it all the time
with a bit of regret
believing I could have taken the pen and written,
then perhaps the story would have changed
Now that time has locked me into a loop
I'd step back to that day when my eyes felt blurry
first, I would look at the baby photos
remembering in the future, they had burned down like old love letters,
from a soldier who died in battle,
fragile like they were never meant to be lost, like they deserved a different fate
I would whisper to younger me
I would tell her, wake mommy up
and I would say this with tears
remembering how she had turned into ashes
And hopefully, when time finally closes its loop
I would wake up with a better tomorrow
with her voice singing my favorite lullaby
with the smell of her scent that I never seemed to forget
and in every embrace afterward,
I would hold her tighter.
It looks like a yo-yo
so it should spin round and round
going every which way
when I throw it down
it feels like a yo-yo
so it should whirl to beat the band
it's right here at my fingertips
but it's out of hand
I call him Duncan
and want to see him loop the loop
go round the world walk the dog
rock the baby and do the sleeper too
but he can push a person
past the point of no return
and what will I do then
when will I ever learn
why my yo-yo won't go yo
when I let it go
it drops to the bitter end of the string
but won't come back
or do anything
no it's a bust I just don't know
why my yo-yo won't go yo
Lost in a fog chasing a clue
This riddle’s got me feeling askew
My brain took a stroll then slipped
Now my logic’s completely flipped
Still nowhere near a clue
Birth is the echo of death undone,
each breath a leash to the infinite.
We orbit ourselves,
naming the stars as though they’ll stay.
But time only dances in circles—
wearing masks we once wore.
Why must I cast aside
What’s precious to me,
Just to fit into a mold,
To appease a shadow, a whisper of expectation?
We all have a niche, a corner,
A place waiting somewhere,
But why do I feel like I’m always a step behind,
Watching the world race ahead?
This dayjob, a gilded cage,
Where dreams are stored away,
In a dusty corner, forgotten,
As I grind, a slave to routine.
I don’t want to connect,
Don’t want to share my pain,
I’ve had enough, working day after day,
Just to scrape by, while my dreams fade away.
The architects of this world,
They were no different than us,
So why am I shackled,
Sentenced to eternity in this loop?
This dayjob, it was supposed to be
The fuel for my fire,
But it’s become a prison,
A cage of my own design.
Petty struggles for a meager reward,
The wheels keep turning as I age,
Fear drives me to work part-time,
Fearing the hunger, the cold, the end of the line.
I am wasted, I am hate,
I am resentment, I am regret,
What if I don’t fit the mold?
What if I’m not held by luck’s embrace?
Ideas rain down, a deluge,
But when I reach out, they’re gone,
Vanishing like mist,
Leaving me empty, in this cage of dreams.
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