Life, the eternal dance,
that pendulum always swaying from dark to light,
while we move around its arc, avoiding every strike.
But sometimes we’re clumsy with the steps we try to keep,
and the pendulum hits hard, knocking us off our feet.
Thrown into the shadows, surrounded by the flames,
cremating thought within your mind, igniting burning pains
that twist and churn so fiercely they could drive one insane.
But stand.
Stand on your own two feet.
Never give up.
Never accept defeat.
Dance through those flames that scorch inside your brain
until you reach the light once more and break free from the strain.
Continue the eternal dance,
dodging that pendulum’s swing at every chance.
And if once again you’re struck and knocked down,
remember this truth — Always Dance Strong.
Deprived by country and elsewhere
For deeds and actions I didn’t do
Suspicious here, not welcomed there
You can imagine my worldview
You’re privileged to move around
Your peaceful countries waged no wars
I’m privileged to go without
The double standard world of yours
You think of nation seeing me
Though it’s not me but your projection
You’re talking to contemptuously
I only mirror your reflection
In Wonderland founded by bandits
Stands a glass house where I live
Break it to shatters, I won’t mend it
Just bear in mind I cannot leave
By circumstances I couldn’t manage
And to be honest, no one could
I am dehumanized and savaged
And you all set and understood
I’m not complaining, but just telling
The facts of living that I find
Funny enough to rhyme, compelling
Your short attention to unwind
I am a laughing man of August
I am a crying man of March
When spring blows off the winter dust
I click some photos to enlarge.
Poetry, a Piece of Life
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Words move around in the mind
That assembles them well to bind
To assimilate with emotions behind
From heart and head gives information grand
To create a sense,add rhythm in its blend.
All these making sentences tend
To be placed line by line to mend
stanzas expressing meaning at the end.
Thus a poetry is conceived of and
Meant to be enjoyed and a present.
Poetry is an invaluable piece of life
That makes life alive and happy to strive .
The symphony to my soul ,
the cool breeze to my summer,
the golden sunshine to my rain,
The pink vibrant hue of my autumns
You're to me..
The heartbeat in the quiet moments..
The whisper in my prayers,
An evening like this....with the sky like a faded painting
It's your birthday..
As people move around me..
I sit still
Watching the sun fall behind the The Taj..
Archive June'25
We are all descendants of kings and slaves. No one is better than another. Our souls are all eternal and growing through this school called life on earth.
A cat may look at a king
By Michelle Morris
07/03/2026
A cat may look at a king
A king I do not want to be
Surrounded by countless subjects
Who never get to move around freely
Instead I shall be a muse
An inspiration and a light
To ignite your very soul
And watch its freedom flight
Growing and glowing and being
Everything that you can be
Your soul wants your best heart
Its beating with hope and meaning
You don't need to be a king
Nor do you need the title to reign
For each of us is an eternal soul
Forever free to burn our brightest flame
© Michelle Morris, 2026
Stargate is a gate; it allows us to move through time and space.
Stargate is fun, it allows us to move around but in spirit form.
Like a particle moves about, it moves like a flow of oxygen.
It has no weight; it carries no luggage it just moves around quick like the sun.
It only takes its thoughts around; it carries information to the chosen place and time.
Stargate is a secret gate, only few find and only few are allowed to use.
Like the gate God told us about few find the gate of life, many get lost on the road home to heaven.
So, pray, stay on the road of love and light, remember you only take with you the things you did in this life.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
When it comes to me, my personality, my attitude, my confidence, just me in general - It’s No Matter
It’s No Matter what you say - If you say I think I’m all dat - And do
It’s No Matter how you feel - If you feel I’m bossy, I’m demanding, I want things my way… No lies told, I’m not no regular degular, I’m da Goat, TF
It’s No Matter what you think - If you think I’m doing the most, that’s cause you doing da least
And when I say it’s No Matter, it’s No Matter!
So ion’t know what type of time you on and who don’t like it, but just know, I’m still gon do me. So if you got a problem with me, move around and find somethin’ safe ta do. Just saying!
Kiss the sky or dig the land,
Catch the stars or drill the sand.
Sit on clouds and fly with birds,
Drink the air or taste the soil.
Look up for cosmic ways or skies,
Or move around the ground of words.
Face the sun and feel the moon,
Gaze at moments of dawn and dusk.
Behold, stare, and listen to
The whisper of the breeze or the sound of wind.
Touch the twilight or close your eyes,
Smell the fragrance or pinch your nose.
Flies love figs, oaks, elms, and willows; we know.
They play hide-and-seek with leaves tinged with snow.
In their purblind fondness, our hearts get sparked?
Do they flee from us because we're crook-backed?
Around us, wingers of every kind fly.
We often love their melancholic cry.
Isn't each fly as fine as a butterfly?
Shouldn't each be the master of the sky?
The colours and vibes of flies are versatile.
Doesn't their existence, yet, appear futile?
Why should frail flies be weighed down by lures?
Why should life move around ecliptic blurs?
Anunnaki verses the Nephillians
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action like never before!
Welcome back:
the combatants are in the ring!
A stalling tactiac by
Mussumotto
of the Annunaki.. all while
Vallis destractes
the ref!
Ring announcer two...Geniunus on his part
watch this...
chockblock!
the big guy is down.
Big guy all these guys are
huge!
A.#2.. Huge but this guy right
here can wrestle!
He can Move around in there
like
Bandez the Magnificent
he is one of the best tech wrestlers
active in the pro's
right now.
You don't have to
beleive me just watch!
Bandura is great too!
Chunking foul hook
backdrop!
this guy is specail!
You are like a restless butterfly
but you pick the flowers that are only true.
That's why I love you.
You are so joyful
but don't collect friends like a fool
and hunger for your own celebration
on the Facebook zoo.
That's why I love you.
You love your country and an artist of its art,
you are so possessive to protect
and always keep intact its real history
in your heart.
Your patriotism is vocal like a green parrot,
never backs down, never sad and blue.
That's why I love you.
You move around, speak around,
still like a child,
try to make everyone happy,
you build base everyday for the future,
like an architect, like a busy bee,
and throughout the day
you remain the morning dew.
That's why I love you.
Alas ! Only if you could love me too.
(01.05.2025)
Passing years and Google
I wonder how old one has to be to have a dignified life, Google wants to re-identify myself
It appears there are many of me
They sent me a form where I have to place figures where they sit and move around
the problem is my eyesight is not good after
all at 86 six I’m not a Falk-eyed Indian
How this test can prove whether I’m me and not a company I don’t know
As it is I can’t log into X where I have 200 followers, which at my age is encouraging that there are people who like my view about politics and life in general
Old age is not for the insipid, we who are classified as old suffer joint pains and have legs unwilling to carry us around
Our minds are not as old as our bodies we have tons of experience to divulge, the politics of today have happened before, we know
Is there or should, there be a cutoff point to life
Say at 75 but we old think 75 is young, I even had girlfriends back then, who thought I was handsome; they should see me now!
I feel resentful, that Google in its hunt for
Fake accounts have singled me out after twenty years of loyal service
Alone in a crowded room
Encased in a bubble
They move around me
Like water, past a stone.
An overlap of traits
Each pleasant in isolation
Compounded and compressed
Into dark stillness
Practiced movements
A very convincing smile
An anecdote of sport
Try not to drink too much
The merry ritual
For everyone but me
when the lord pores holy water
upon the ground
I get the Holy Ghost inside of me
then, I float like a butterfly on the Ferris wheel
I flap my wings and float like a monarch butterfly
The holy ghost moves inside of me
I chirp like a bird in the spring
I clap my hands like a tambourine
I move around like a blue windmill
I spin swiftly like a red spinning top
I cluck like a crazy duck
With its head chopped off
So right now
I want to thank you, lord
for blessing me
while you pore the sweet holy water
all around me
the den is as dark as the inside of a witch’s hat, macabre as can be
someone with a green face and pointed nose sits across from me
her nose gives a twitch, there is too much make up around her eyes
her hat is pointed with inverted peak at the top, no big surprise.
my partner is dressed as a computer, with a square metallic head.
Her date is Dracula, red blood around mouth as if he’s eaten some dead.
my date is uncomfortable, I can tell by the way his eyes move around.
a more unlikely candidate for a Halloween party can rarely be found.
table is set in Victorian crystal; there is a pile of something on the plate.
hostess has just arrived dressed in drag; she is fashionably late.
We clap for her, for her entrance deserves some kind of applause.
Walking past our table is a dark grizzly with the longest bear claws.
Let’s get out of here my date says as a tail hits him in the neck.
Tail of a large sparkly purple stegosaurus who stops to genuflect.
Giving the hostess his arm, making his way back now.
Tail hits my man again. He jumps up and says “Holy cow!”
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