Every time I piss on that little plastic stick I lose something.
An archer struck down on a battlement, a coin from a rich mans pocket, not enough to really feel it but enough to know it's gone. Something is.
Every time I let him cum in me I’m waving my white flag. Even if i ask him to, beg him to, I admit defeat.
To be a mother is to lose. From the point of conception to your last breath, you lose.
Your body is theirs to live in and reap for all they need.
Your thoughts are theirs, on them, or their thoughts.
Your health is in those tiny hands of theirs
.
And your love, your careful, gentle love, now raging red like an overfed hearth, will be theirs.
Whether they want it or not. Whether they take it or not.
It will rip from you and follow them like a curse.
And still, I ask him to, beg him to and admit my defeat. I piss on that plastic stick and hope, deep down, it will be my undoing.
Turn down your violent rhetoric, America, you’re losing your soul.
Wish I could, but the First Amendment has no volume control.
And what if the violent rhetoric gets dangerously loud?
That’s what the Second Amendment is all about.
So you can offer no hope, no guiding instruction?
Just what Mark Twain saw a long time ago:
Every civilization carries the seeds of its own destruction.
In the world of control..The scheme goes like
This..theres always a 'HIGHLIGHT' on what
You might miss? What might be taken.? What
You can save.? In 2020 the theme was really
Hard played.' You might loose your life? Or
Your standing with friends.' It was first to the
Lifeboats ' Do you remember 'the trends?'
What might you loose? Well some took a
Chance.' First we lost all the shallow folk yet
Others stood fast.' We lost out on the loans
That must be paid back.' On the various poisons, yet have no sense of a lack.' We lost
Fear of some un-known; and invisible things?
Some accepted Jesus, and lost all the old sin,
Death got lost also.' And looking around! Considering all
Of the loosing, I'm amazed at what was found.!!
Right when i thought it was time to start (that's what I get)
Everything started falling apart (how could i forget?)
Broken heart
Finding out I was never a part...
As soon as I think I've found (that's what I get for thinking)
What I think is stable ground (how could i keep forgetting?)
I start to hear a familiar sound
My world falling apart all around
I dont mean to sound like a broken record
This loss I can no longer afford
I feel like I'm repelling without a cord
Going into war without a gun or sword
I guess i should take the hint finally
Nobody can ever really help me
I'm too broken, but I finally see
It's not the world, it's me
So from what I know
The defective has to go
Dont make it slow
Time to end this $#!@ show
I dont know how to begin
My life is in a tailspin
Not the driver, I'm in the passenger seat
Time to accept defeat.
Nobody told me
The fear of losing
For loving someone so hard
Was something so harsh
Saw you then not too long after
Give or take just years later
Turned my head back, saw your smile
Happiest I've felt in a while
One may see puffins and parrots
any hour of the week
both birds bear a big colourful beak
the former pelagic feed on fish
and live in large colonies on coastal cliffs
tho' monogamous collectively breed as a bunch
but with renown as the Atlantic sea clown
in Iceland several are served as lunch
the latter arboreal primarily frugivorous
toco being by far the largest
are opportunistic and occasionally omnivorous
to a few prudes it may seem unseemly or rude
and yet if they stick around they'll later get down
as their chicks are seen to hatch in the nude
these avians may fly high in the sky
have the same such things as two wings and legs
and of each species the female lays eggs
but that's where similarity does stop
one puffin can do more than toucan do
in more or less of a day
after mating its pecker turns grey
and without waiting its bill it will drop
Only yesterday all was fine
Loving every second of time
Suddenly I'm lonesome and blue
Knowing that I am losing you
I need a helping hand to hold
From someone with a heart of gold
Please send your love from you to me
When you do, act naturally.
As my eyesight dims
nature's colors fade in shaded whims
books treasured, now unread,
may not forge the future ahead.
I would give the words away
but I know too well today
how few of them would find a place
where the messages could flow safe;
Walden, Leaves of Grass, the Caged Bird, Beloved... and others
now considered prohibited, forbidden, anathema, waifs to be rediscovered
in the minds and eyes of spewed rhetoric burned,
seeking out of ignorance of lessons learned;
but history is written and swirls
not always in books or in archives of the world,
wise men speak and hold sacred
truths that will always be heard.
For me life is suppose to be a fight between you and yourself.
A fight to the death, were you’re supposed to push for success.
Only after when you came face to face with your greatest enemy,
Which in this case, the greatest enemy of yourself is yourself.
Sky is the limit only applies to those who are ready conquered life ground up.
Because one step forward is one step to greatness.
Walk with caution and be ready to mitigate the progress-hindering factors,
Because among all things, losing to yourself has a greatest AGONY of them all.
Finding meaning in the art of survival, pushing to thrive in life.
Engaging by means of debating with one’s inner void.
Even if you act to self-preserve what’s left of your own wreckage,
You’ll only find pain stitched with shame no veil can cover.
For when I’m pale I endure, because I’m becoming.
For I know my purpose.©
I misplaced my pink glasses, I had put them on a shelf.
Had the fey come along and taken them – a faerie or an elf?
I looked all over, getting frustrated up to a ten or an eleven.
My husband said, “look up, as if you are looking to heaven.”
I looked up and up and up and up and there my glasses were.
Perched on a happy ostrich, we had named Mr. McMure.
Mr. MuMure looked great in them, and was dancing a jig.
I gave them to him right away, and a red pair to our pig.
The thought of losing you has left me insane.
The idea of you not being in my life has made me weak.
I know distance and time has blocked us,
but not at one time have I not thought of you.
I love you.
Ouch a hard pill to swallow
now lost in darkness
thinking only of her light
Her bright shiny face
smiling all the time
wish I'd paid more attention
wish I tried harder to explain
maybe she would still want me
not just be the end
Strength in Losing
it’s easy being a winner
everything runs much smoother
losing is more difficult
loss is how we grow
I survived even after losing'
I was that girl, who was afraid of questions,
But life taught me to become the answer.
In the house where voices were suppressed,
There I made my identity with silence.
I broke down, but did not fall apart,
She embraced every pain, but did not complain to anyone.
When my own people trampled my hopes,
I bowed my head at the door of Allah.
People thought—"She has lost,"
But what do they know, I survived even after losing.
Every tear tells the story of my patience,
And every sajda becomes a sign of my victory.
Now I am not the one who was once afraid,
Now I am the one who is standing even after going through every pain.
I do not need the world,
I just need the love of Allah.
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I wander where the afternoons
were so warm and golden
and wonder why
pleasant woods and beautiful lakes desert me
leaving just trees and water
I wander where the orange sunset
painted the purple sky
and wonder why
The awe at the light show leaves my heart
I become colorblind to nature's art.
I go inside to where the parlor
was full of happy crowds
and wonder why
The chill of loneliness comes over me
in this silent room I can't wait to flee.
I wander where I held your hand
We thought the future was so grand
and I wonder why
So little went as we had planned
the road went to a savage land.
I wander where values
were accepted, and known
and wonder why
Stone became water, and water stone
If they see a good man, they can't leave him alone
I sat all afternoon
by an exuberant stream of rushing flow
And I wondered why
I lost the fun; I lost the glow—
like laughter fading after the show.
Maybe you need to feel the loss to grow.
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