Your energy level’s
Related to age,
Though not everybody
Is on the same page.
Most babies and toddlers
Need hours of sleep
And after some playtime,
Fall down in a heap.
Yet others run circles
Around those routines
And when sent for a nap
Make the loudest of scenes.
Often as you grow up,
Those proclivities stay
And the sleep you require
Will keep holding sway.
However, when reaching
Those senior-type years,
Your energy lessens
Or plain disappears.
So, just like a baby,
Your pep seems to sap
And, although you may fight it,
You’re needing a nap.
The circle of life
Brings us back to the start
Where the young and the old
Aren’t too far apart.
Are we on the same page
In the big black book of life
What would your words say
Would they cause relief or strife
Are you an onyx optimist heart
With views worn on white sleeve
Rather are you pink pessimistic shark
Waiting to take a bite of cocoa me
Can we grow towards a center
Perhaps merging in our violet view
Could cooperation create splinter
Embedding in thick skin like bad news
What is it about the opal opposites
Do they indigo in the soul attract
Can we build truce with rock and stick
And merge in a communal lime laugh
I admire your passion and dedication
You’ve a right to have such a stance
Join me in a cranberry celebration
Where unique ideas rise and dance
My heart drops
at ankle bites
Aren’t we all a part of human-kind…
Kindle kindness
The human race…embrace
Poli-ticking bombs, , ,
b r e a t h e…
Play ping-pong
d i s c u s s
Don’t be a ding-dong,
shrieking bell
We aren’t all right,
or wrong.
Hate religion…okay,
but it is okay
that some are religious…
don’t a b u s e them
We a l l have beliefs.
Depending on where your heart is,
is where your issue is -
not nearly everyone
is on the same page,
but be
k i n d -
like a gentle wind
Don’t be
over-ripe -
don’t let your words ripple
like whips, tearing others apart.
Love thy neighbor
kiss their hands & feet, metaphorically;
kiss each cheek
Today I’m grateful that to be on the same page as Elliot Page
and wish more people could see the world through his/their eyes…
“Everyone deserves to feel love” he/they says
“Equally
without shame
and without compromise”
Try to find good in each day
It helps me along my way
I look around
Trying to see where I'm bound
Hope one day I'll be found
Sometimes not so sure
Life's a blur
Anger in my heart
Won't let it tear me apart
I have to be better than that
Pulling a smile out of my hat
Concentrating not on what's bad
That makes me sad
Sometimes it is hard
Especially if my soul feels jarred
Lost in a world full of hate
Looking for a clean slate
When I'm down
I refuse to drown
Stuck in a thought
Hard fought
Your mind
I find
Is a rough place to get lost
Pain is usually the cost
Hard to separate
Love and hate
Fate
Fear leaves you stuck on the same page
Rage
Leads down an empty road
Doubles your load
Step away
Open the door to a new day
Try to smile
It will help after awhile
Make it your style.
The quietness brings you back, and you remember the words that I say,
The same faith you had to move on to confront the heartache and pain,
The words unspoken that held you in bondage that tried to steal your worth,
I released to put your heart back in place to be seen and not just heard,
The moment your heart intertwines, the connection feels the same,
Two hearts of a generational lineage with the same purpose and on the same page,
Every time you will see things clearer, my purpose will be set into place,
You will eventually understand with your heart in my hands, and the two of you face to face.
I love the way
She courts each page
With poetic sensuality
I intently await
Each seductive phrase
As her words saunter in front of me
Only a heart
This large
Could be as vulnerable as she
Is she a goddess?
A work in progress
As her heart bursts open in her poetry
Make love to me
She says repeatedly
Make love on this page with me
We'll whisper words
Intimately only heard
We are on the same page, collapsing ecstasy
If I knew the last time I said I love you was the last time, I would have said it more often. We used to be on the same page, now we're reading entirely different books. It used to be us against the world now it's the world against you and I. We're too far gone, and I know that. Yet we're so close and that kills me. I'm tired and you're exhausted, I'm sorry and you're not. You're right but I'm wrong and you need that, I want this. We used to be the same. And in my Nightmares, she tells me "I love you"
Nothing has changed though really
What once was now centre stage
People keep on talking about unity
Yet no one is willing to engage
With all this hate and anamosity
It seems people filled with rage
When looking back on history
It is like were on the same page
Now striped the fabric of society
Feels like a war is begging to wage
The fact we're in the 21st centuary
What has the cheek to call it self
The new age.
Written 2020 talking about state of world
In these times ever since 2001..
I have a friend who is a retired elected official.
Like me, he has strong and abiding principles.
Most of our interaction is about three themes.
I have observed that on two of three fronts,
We are unified and on the same page.
In religion, we believe much the same.
In finance, we are both conservatives.
But in politics, we are worlds apart.
In a conversation recently, the subject
of leadership entered our discussion.
At first, we were opposed in our opinion
about a certain person being a leader.
We finally agreed that the person in question
was indeed a leader. However, we disagreed with
the good or bad parts. My friend felt that he was a bad
leader. I thought he was a good leader by comparison.
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Love these shaking hands
They are made to write
But, hands betray me
Love the self that writes
We’re on the same page
But, I hate you still
Love how openly you incense me
You're ignition for who I am
But, the burn feels so good
Love how spirits burn the throat
It releases words of loathing
But, djins won’t go in bottles
Love my thirst for dopamine
It connects my hard wiring
But, axons are hard to break
Love the ghost in the machine typing
It reveals what’s on my mind
But, reflections always fall short
Love my creative soul mirrored
It is a fragile blossom
But, I’m allergic to pollen
Love when there’s nothing to write
From nothing comes something
But something turns to nothing
Love these shaking paws anyway
Because love’s the hardest prose
But, its language is out of reach
Ok? Ok, love.
I’ll let you sit on my lap
But, you have sharp claws
The declaration of intent
whereas the I do's
and what have you.
"then as wife"
she spoke her voice trembling,
she looked to the ceiling and smiled
and her whole demeaner changed
this time after clearing her voice she said
"my intent is to be your
wife< two people
on the same page,
a perfect alignment an adjustment
to make perfect the day of our new beginning!"
Her husband to be than spoke with a clear voice,
his voice sounded as if it transcended the
ages; saying" with
every fiber of my being
I shall love you!" We sat in awe
watching there transformation
and knew we were in the presences of
lovers: true lover
She got up off the couch and asked him
for his hand and leaned on him
in a awe inspiring silence.
A tear of joy came to my companions eye<
as I watched her watch them
and I then cried as well.
those who wished to be together!
I've been waiting all morning for her. Sometimes I just don't think we're on the same page. She thinks she can brighten my days whenever she pleases. Maybe I've got things to do too. I don't get it, when I look for her sometimes, she hides. When I'm not thinking about her, she shows up. I mean really, where is she when I want her, what the hell. She looks down at everyone because she's a god...and she knows it. Well, enough said, maybe Mrs. Sun will show her face again soon.
My mistake for actually thinking that you cared
or had great interest at state
my mistake for allowing you to waste my time
thinking that we were on the same page
and that everything would be in line
my mistake had to leave me to think that you could be more than just the fantasy
to think that your heart could actually be pure
my mistake I've Seen It All Before
then with you no doubt
why did I think that we would get a different result
Desperately I try and ignore it - but it causes so much dread
The flashbacks and memories of the lies crammed in my head
I don't understand why anyone would lie about love so long
Effectively breaking and shattering our every single bond
If you had intent from the beginning to crash all my emotions
Then why'd you speak of marriage and a family with fake devotion?
The evil and strategized game you chose early on to play with me
Occurred 'cause you refused to hear anything I told you - no belief
From day one you made the mistake thinking I was like the bad eggs
For 7.5 years blood, sweat, and tears happened day after day
Over and over you chose flawlessly to betray me and break my trust
You've wrecked 7.5 years so effortlessly for a small tiny taste of lust
There seems like there's nothing left of us - can't you see?
Because of false self-esteem and insecurities - you chose to punish me
Since the very first day, I've never seen us on the same page
Your words they cut and burn - they poison and they ricochet
You led me on many years making me think we'd be together - but we're alone
Yet you could've told me earlier that no matter what - I'd never be your home
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