Life's loud lessons Linger,
Locking losses low,
Lifting lone lion's
Living long dusks,
Learning leveled love
Like life-long laws.
Lanes lit lightly midnight
Laced with late- night looks,
Low-key legends
Leaning,
Lasting.
I’m judged by nation, and I can’ help smiling
Reading the sophistry that tells it isn’t so
Although it’s true, I can’t avoid assigning
To propositions that expose me as a foe
Who benefits from this, keeps it low key
Despite that Bible warning, people judge
Way bigger than they know, they do agree
To disagree about subjects that seem large
But I’m not judging in response, being detached
I have enough to deal with on my plate
Generalized, historisized and tribalized
I’m not that recognized for one’s sweet hate.
One can say my skies aren’t lofty
And my style does not appeal
To their taste I’m too low key
They don’t care if I’m real
Or a shadow of bygone
If I’m living or deceased
If I’m right or if I’m wrong
They can’t bother less – I’m pleased
With attention I provide
I respect the time they waste
Reading words I couldn’t hide
Just to fit some little taste.
Feeling like I’m floating
Whole world soft and distant
Sinking into my blankets
While the morning stays persistent
Monday hits the door
My eyes aren’t open
Mind drifts off again
I keep hoping
Grey clouds spreading out
The sky won’t stop pouring
Streets talking loud
My mind keeps ignoring
The day says move
My soul says not yet
I’d rather stay in bed
Light up calm and reset
Cause the more you push
The less life agrees
Loosen your grip
You’ll get what you need
Milk froth in my espresso
Cozy pup, curled at my feet
An overpriced throw
And weathered, leather seat
Windows, east and west
Flood sunshine, all day long
Here, snuggled in my nest
Is where my soul belongs
Bare feet upon green grass
Warmed by light of day
A gentle wind, but fast
Keeps the heat at bay
Shade beneath the trees
A midday light respite
Safe, beneath the leaves
A lovely time to write
And when the sun descends
A cocktail is awaiting
Chatter, soon begins
And mild, low key, debating
No small talk around
Just opinions and depth
True passion is the sound
Heard between each breath
A warm and savory meal
As evening turns to night
A comfort, one can feel
It hits the spot just right
He's had enough of idea-illogical drivel
Too right mate.' I think their brains have
Shrivelled, she'll be right..I say g'day
It allows more time for ( deep contemplation ) in the Aussie way.' We're
Pretty low key.' But don't let it fool ya.'
Cause in linguistics..We can stick it to ya.'
We exell at sports, and here you can still
Find; real men, lean as whalebone up to
Six feet ten , and lissome sheilas who can
Surf the swells, and care for kids..'
So very well, we don't go for souks here.'
We breed'em strong, love the footy fishing
And Slim Dusty songs' Also Stan Coster
well who could forget.? And air supply
( easy listening you bet') Livvy and the seekers
Redfern too' marcia hines, all good through
And through.'
Hope I'm the only one you call beb
Every time you go to bed
Keep it low-key with them blues
Or listen to my lyrical bars
You Promised to be my only
I go keep it a hundred with you bae
You pretty thick with some big booty
I love everything 'bout your body
Go put on your bikini
Lemme take you out to the beach
Bang you hard from the bay
With no sweeting in its coastal breeze
surviving_pawn
When my mother in law died a few years ago
She did so at home before dawn one summer’s morn,
And my wife and I went over and sat around
For a few hours as her dad cooked us breakfast.
All the time her mom’s body lay there
Slowly cooling in the living room.
And what was remarkable
Is that for such a low key and unassuming woman
Gale filled the whole house
With a palpable peace and stillness,
Unlike one I’d ever experienced before.
Today I feel that same kind of blessing is being felt
With the passing of Charlie Kirk,
Except instead of filling a single house
His spirit is filling the entire world.
Let that sink in for a moment.
We’re talking about a once in a millennium kind of soul.
Wake up
Stop dreaming
Hear the birds chirping
Thank God for the blessings
Each breath is a gift
Breathe in
Focus on your role
Hit the core with a heart of gold
Stay low-key, no time to envy
Seek discipline
Kneel to the Man who never sinned
Son of God, the true King of kings
The wind is blowing and the rain drop on your skin
Your soul is roaring with the sound of thunder and lightning
Here comes the rainbow
Oh feel the evening breeze
Look at that sunset
The heavens declare His Glory
Shine in the Dark
The moon and the night sky reflect fire in your eyes
So wake up and blaze them up
Yeah, we've been astray, deceived and betrayed
Embrace the pain
Be born again
Break the chain
Tend and mend the broken to be the unshaken
Yeah, do or die, you and I, heads held high
Look, morning star His Art is so great
Let's drive through the blue fifth-mile street
Reviving our souls with the sound of gospel beat
Roll down the window
Can you feel the morning breeze?
Here comes the sunrise
The heavens declare His Glory
Shine in the Dark
This vampire with unembellished hair,
how sterile are the scars from his bite?
He leaves himself all over your mouth,
an aftertaste of rust and vanilla;
How sterile are the scars from his bite,
with glossy eyes grotesque and vulgar?
I guess I’ll have to risk just one taste;
He leaves himself all over your mouth,
senses suspended you lick it up;
Warm and wanting from the inside out;
An aftertaste of rust and vanilla
blood mixed with his foamy latte;
Low key sensuality caught in tresses.
Today I sat in one with my thoughts,
Unanswered questions lingering abrupt.
I glimpsed a couple that passed me by,
Intertwining hands and genuine smile.
My heart skipped a beat and I wondered why,
Unfortunately I was disoriented for a while.
What is love, how does it feel?
What are emotions, are they even real?
What I had, I thought was true,
Maybe I'm a fool to have fallen for you.
Trusted my heart but you proved her wrong,
When put to the test, you left her to drown.
You're no different, maybe worse,
I don't hate you but it low-key hurts.
Waterfall chandeliers flood me
as they sparkle delicately;
Watercolor waves shine brightly
upending my debauchery;
Fanciful lets these tears fall free
they unleash all of my fury;
Graffiti of lights on the wall
facets enthrall but glow low key;
Rhyme and riddle to unravel,
the answer lies in the dazzle;
The poise of so polished a yell,
moody flow rings just like a bell;
Top tier can be hard to handle,
I sure as hell am no damsel;
Blink you’ll miss the kaleidoscope,
branding my slope so radical.
gray clouds floating now
raping rainbows killing souls
blue birds not singing
Cloudy overcast sky today
Oh where is the sun?
I miss the rainbows and the birds darting gleefully
Even the birds are low key depressed
Not a single song sung
At least black birds can rise above the clouds
to hear an angel sing gold notes
shadowy clouds darken the mood
Who would embrace the gray day
It is not even raining gloom
Which is beautiful in its own way
Come back lemon sunshine
or come fast blue heart of mine
I know this is a part of fall
I even welcome white rain
For clouds that seem a pregnant pause
Today devoid of natures gain.
Open the door and rest for a while,
around here we stay in flip flops;
A beach house never goes out of style;
Our broken clock stays on island time,
you’ll smell coconut in the off season;
Salt is meant for drinks with a lime;
May hear the ocean in every corner
or instantly fall asleep on the sofa;
Did you just get closer to the equator?
Blue enigma, low key lies within;
Slice of heaven on a quiet street,
welcome mat reads ‘Come on in.’
At camp, we braided lanyards
And spent hours in the pool.
We both dressed and acted differently
From when we were in school.
We played kickball, softball, newcomb
And rehearsed the yearly play,
Plus did arts & crafts and puzzles,
Mostly on a rainy day.
Once or twice throughout the summer
We would take a trip to town
For a movie or for bowling
Or to scarf some ice cream down.
It was low-key, sweet and simple
With no shooting for the moon,
Just a bunch of kids and counselors
‘Til the early afternoon.
What a far cry from what’s offered
Nowadays, but guaranteed
All those fancy bells and whistles
Are much more than campers need.
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