Wise awareness predicts its salience.
Strategy that stretches cognitive sentience.
And the ego wants to hold on to power.
A natural sense of oneness with empower.
What you can handle is your intention.
What you do is determined by your motivation.
Your attitude influences how well you perform.
It's possible that failure is the key to reform.
Something is awry when everyone praises you.
Create at least one foe to put you on your toe.
Enjoy humble things and cherish every day.
In retrospect, it may appear a significant way.
Those without wisdom see murky obscurity.
Thus, they are blind to the truth and reality.
Written: July 14, 2022
First of all a spider falls out of the sky
Landing on your head
Which is not funny because it is a heavy spider!
So you fall down into a potted plant
Wood ticks begin crawling up your arms now.
You have to use your controller to smash them
If you leave even one, you will pay later for it.
You have a choice now. Enter haunted castle
Or enter haunted tree.
Something is screaming “Don’t go into the castle”
It is up to you to decide
Because there are foolers in this game
And if they fool you they steal some of your points
But here is the tricky part. There are helpers too.
There are witches, goblins, ghouls, and gargoyles.
They steal your coins if you are not careful.
You have to eliminate them quickly.
Draculas, devils and other evil demons are
curiously on your side; you have to remember
which ones to kill and which ones are helping you.
Trickier still – as you play the game the goblins and Draculas
can change roles, always keeping you on your toe.
The game is called “Watch your Back” – Good luck!
I said to my wife, did you know?
If you drop a brick on your toe
It’s regarded as luck
But it hurts like F—K
I would rather be unlucky so
“Friend, friend, why do you hate me
I shower love to make you see
How much in your company I’d like to be.”
“Foe, on the contrary, no friendship debt to you do I owe
Look me in the eye and friendship up will show
Despite the carbuncle that treads on your toe.”
“Friend, would you rather on my back I carried you
Or would you like from me a love cue
I beseech you to consider my offer anew.”
“Foe, excuse me. Why should I on you lavish tender care
When in full view of society to me you glare
Besides, airs you display to me seem unfair.”
“Granted, Friend. Leave the pesky past well alone
Let’s start anew to earn us a love loan
As you and I true love we might own.”
“Foe, let’s love each other to forge ahead
Cleanse the past from our bed and leave it for dead
And hatred for good shall desert our head and trade without any bloodshed.”
Bedfellows
When love flows
It is refreshing like a morning breeze
Looking at my lover, bows
And conform to what we feel for each other
It is so sweet like Marshmallows
As bedfellows
Let’s play a game unknown to foes
Count my eyebrows
I will count your eyebrows
We can play the game until we doze
As a Duos
Our mission is to tame our egos
And oppose dividing thoughts that buildup to be Silos
Don’t rush to oppose
Please hear me flow
I like it when you glow
Your smile is pure like a snow
For you I can put on show
See, I’m down on your toe
No, no, no please don’t go
Believe me I won’t let you go
Because If I do, my plans will blow
I don’t know how to say this though
Your days of flying solo
Are over Joh
Fly with me to Oslo
Baby will cruise down with our Peugeot
We down to Congo
Roll down your window
Listen to the sound by the sparrow
It’s like romantic song on Metro
Shall we dance a tango
And celebrate me and you
As official bedfellows
Monday’s child will slap your face,
Tuesday’s child is a disgrace,
Wednesday’s child stamps on your toe,
Thursday’s child just won’t go,
Friday’s child is most unforgiving,
Saturday’s child won’t work for a living,
And as for the child that’s born on a Sunday -
– they’ll tell you lies and steal your pay.
Originally posted on my blog with a supporting cartoon & story, which can be seen here: http://wp.me/p2mUkP-yc
Fair Damsel, maiden hush and dry your eye
For here I stand a knight to save your day
Share with your servant why it is you cry
I swear my soul I’ll force the fiend away
Oh please allay your tears a simple while
Your mournful sobbing masks some clarity
Per chance foul swain has swept away this smile
But I will make him beg for charity
The need for any silence now is gone
My sword now naked villainy must hide
I’m here your escort to a brighter dawn
All this I swear by honor and by pride
My verse aroused a truth that I should know
You say that I am standing on your toe
We agreed on this
I stamp on your toe, slyly
You cannot feel it
Eyes on what you want the most
This is why you kept me home.
There is a moment
When everything aligns
The chaos connects
And dots fill with lines
The hungry gets happy before it gets full
The storm magnifies
Before it falls to a lull
Imagine you are floating
Alone and unknown
When a dragonfly who wants to dry lands on your toe
Look into its eyes
As it stares into yours
In a sweet moment you are one
And then away it goes
It’s all part of the flow
We’re here then we’re gone
We reach then we retreat
I don’t know what I want when the world tastes so sweet
There’s a careless perfection
In the inner workings of creation, destruction
There’s a sturdy balance lifts us, drops us
Yet we always remain in the air
Sometimes we seem to be held up by strings
A careful dance of the marionettes
We sway with the thought
That our clever movements are so creative
So innovative
How easy it is to ignore
When you are the puppet
How easy it is to overlook
When you are the puppeteer
FOR TINY PEOPLE
AND WHAT THEY KNOW,
THEY NEVER EVER NEED TO GROW,
THEIR MORE INTELIGENT
THAN YOU OR ME,
EVEN FROM THE AGE OF 3.
YOUR PARENTS SAY
HE;S BEEN HERE BEFORE,
AS HE;S WRITING AN ESSAY
ON YOUR DOOR,
BUT THEN YOU REALIZE
HE;S ONLY A KID,
AS HE;S WALKING IN NAPPIES
THAT COST YOU 8 QUID.
BUT THEN HE GETS UP
TO ANSWER THE PHONE,
HE;S ALREADY AGREED, TO A MORTGAGE
RELOAN,
WHAT HAVE YOU DONE
YOU NAUGHTY BOY,
AS YOU GO FLYING
AS YOU SLIP ON HIS TOY.
WHEN YOU GET UP
HE;S NO WHERE TO BE SEEN,
HE;S HALF WAY INTO THE WASHING MACHINE,
YOU PULL HIM OUT AND TELL HIM NO,
AS HE DROPS THE IRON ON YOUR TOE.
HE SITS THERE LAUGHING
YOU KNOW HOW THEY DO,
AS HE STARTS GOING RED
ITS A NUMBER 2,
HE STARTS GETTING RATTY
AS YOU CHANGE HIS NAPPY,
GIVE HIM TEN DUMMIES
THAT;LL KEEP HIM HAPPY.
YOU WOULDNT BELEIVE
THEY COULD PRODUCE
SUCH A SMELL, YOU START
TO BELEIVE ITS THE BABY
FROM HELL,
BUT THEN ITS TIME
FOR THERE TEN MINUTE SLEEP,
YOU WISH IT WAS MORE
YOUR RUSHED OFF YOUR FEET.
THEY LOOK LIKE ANGELS
AS THEY LAY,GOD I DREAD
THE REST OF THE DAY,
BUT ALL SAID AND DONE,
THEIR YOUR NUMBER ONE,
TIME TO REFLECT WHERE
DO THEY COME FROM.
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