Flippin patties, fresh and hot,
SpongeBob’s grill is the best spot.
The secret formula, a secret so tight,
Makes the Krabby Patty just right!
Flippin’ fast with perfect skill,
Each patty cooked with extra thrill.
He loves his job, he’s full of cheer,
But he’s messy, and sometimes weird.
With cheese and buns, he’s set to go,
Serving up patties with a big hello!
Bikini Bottom knows his name,
SpongeBob’s patties bring him fame!
With every flip and every bite,
They bring us joy from day to night!
When I was all of twenty
I sipped the wine of plenty
But it went straight to my head
When I was all of thirty
The wine just tasted dirty
So I switched to rum instead
When I was all of forty
Got drunk and feeling sporty
I'd turn on the wit and charm
When I was all of fifty
Not feeling very nifty
I just dealt with all the harm
Like the strokes of an artist’s brush
Painting a self-portrait of my life
The colors are people, events, and experiences
Each stroke flows into the next creating the picture
A step back is needed at times
To observe the full scope of life
To include the essence of my being
Expressing all aspects as one
Without the help of the master creator
I cannot finish this work completely
Knowing not how I will fully evolve
In faith I place my brush into His hand
Within the marble halls where shadows dance,
A silent wisdom shapes each chance.
"Outshine not the master," old voices warn—
A subtle art, where gifts are worn.
On gilded thrones, egos softly gleam,
Their fragile worth a waking dream.
A spark too bright in youthful eyes
Can summon storms from clouded skies.
Not dullness asked, nor brilliance veiled,
But grace in shining, gently scaled.
Let masters see their wisdom’s hand
In every triumph you have planned.
For envy’s sting, so swift and cold,
Can silence songs before they’re told.
A whispered slight, a shadow cast,
Can dim your brilliance, hold you fast.
So weave your worth in quiet thread,
A force that’s felt, not always said.
Lift gently those who hold the sway,
And shape your path, a patient way.
Be steadfast, wise—a trusted guide,
A loyal heart at power’s side.
And when the crown seeks fresher light,
Your subtle glow will guide the night.
To my Master
Master, there is only one
You are my brain control
I am following you. Path
Your life is mine. Bright
Your bright life is my dark
This is my side. Darkness.
I am acting, creating for you
(“You are protected.”
Against Foggy Psychology?
“Sure.”
Thank you, my Master!)
I don’t believe ideal love is real…
Can castles in the sky be built to last
eternities? Or rather burn, as fast
as marriage papers (and melt the holy seal)?
Besides, I hate to think I’m meant to steal
the blueprint to a fortress from my past
to use to plan my future, to forecast
the whim of winds who caren’t for mortal zeal?
Does there exist a Master Builder clever
enough to build a home that neither rots
nor suffers,—which fever may never sever?
Apart from high upon the playwright’s stages,
or daftly dancing in a daisy’s thoughts,
soulmates live alone on a poet’s pages
Dream Master dream ...
Dream me a dream
Dream me the most wonderful dream
As I let go and relax
From this world for a while
Let me remember to remember
That pondering place
After the slumber takes hold
There’s still life within that inner space
Full of wonders where only dreamers behold
Dream Master dream ...
Dream me a dream
Dream me the most wonderful of dreams
While I lie and regenerate
Lay low and masterfully debate
Is it time now to let loose the mystic to orate
Singing dream songs in my sleep
Streaming live from the Deep
Dream Master dream ...
Dream me a dream
Dream me the most wonderful dream
He steps into moonlight, strings ablaze,
A spell-bound master in a midnight haze.
Notes crack like lightning, dark flames rise,
Echoes twisting through spectral skies.
From covens deep and forests old,
He forged a sound both fierce and bold.
A serpent’s hiss, a banshee’s wail,
His fingers dance—an eerie tale.
The runes he carved upon the fret,
Summon storms not soon forget.
A single chord—a whispered curse,
Reality bends, the heavens burst.
Shadows coil around his hands,
Summoned forth from haunted lands.
Specters hum, the witches chant,
A melody none dare recant.
Blackened sparks upon the strings,
Woven spells in trembling things.
A tremolo dark, a sorcery wild,
A lullaby sung by the moon’s lost child.
Thunder answers every shred,
Winds obey the notes he bled.
A final wail—a spectral end,
And silence bows to music’s bend.
No need for long talk
Because the long talk
Keeps you stuck
That sucks
It's energy draining.
You can only unfold
What you behold
You're only powerful
Over what you can control
Be guided;
Diligence is the master key to life.
Welcome to the month
Of Pride and Awareness
June to be precise
The sixth month of the year
I'm wishing you all peace, love and more.
Worlds from sleight of hand,
What you see is not what's real,
Magic in the air.
©bfa051725
I watched a man play with a spider
On the end of it's own web the other day
Curious
How what keeps one safe
Can be another's play toy -
Playing you like a puppet,
Moving to its masters every whim
The question is
Who is the puppet and who is the master?
“Your thoughts are the architects of your destiny.” ? David O. McKay
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Architect of Our Destiny
As we tread along the journey of life
All may not turn round as we may expect,
It may be a long lane littered with strife,
A rugged road ranged with thorns, in effect
Where we need to strive and strive to survive.
We don’t need to give way to dull despair
But try to be master of our own fate,
We don`t need to yield to the ghost of scare
But roll up our sleeves to free success gate
And be architect of our destiny
With the shine of sincere serenity.
I love the way your tears
Meander through the secret seams
Etched by time upon my face.
I love the way your sundry eyes
Light up
When my world turns dark.
I treasure your novel designs,
Masterfully brushed against a sun-kissed sky.
I relish in the cool, tender cradle
Of heaven’s clouds upon the earth,
Where I rest in an angel’s quiet embrace.
I love your steadfast stability,
Your unwavering consistency,
And the dazzling diversity
That breathes life anew.
I reverence your constancy amid ceaseless change.
Your love -
Inscribed in the fabric of time -
Visible to the world each day,
Yet discernible only in the silent
Whispers of its most sacred moments.
He was a puppet master
She was a willing marionette
We might get married he lied
She loved the idea
They were together for fifty-two years
He is the love of my life she told everyone
Never married, for he was forever single
His blank promises kept her magic hopes alive
Skin softened by sadness
Alone in madness
Let's damage the plot
So they talked
but we forgot
Still forged strength in fires
Laughing at their desires
We're all we got
Fate did not hold us prisoner
But I'll still provide
Cradle the parts
Flattened by neglect
They can't harm what's next
Love has no contest
Same in same out
I was bright but too dark
Quiet but too loud
Kind but too mean
Private but too seen
But tomorrow I'll be everything
Envelope all mass
Matter more than the past
Hold weight beyond measure
There would've always be an
empty portion on your plate
Look and see my face
We weren't prisoners to fate
Oh, you'll be sorry
But you don't have to be hungry
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