Wolfs are like dogs, they move in packs and look for their kind.
Wolfs are furry, they have all they need, they have their pack, and move like the wind.
Wolfs are cute they have their ways, they are like a family that has all they need.
Wolfs are described as wild, they live outside and built their own life.
Wolfs are remembered in history, we can relate to them because they act like us sometimes.
Wolfs are part of the animal and natural world, they have for years moved in a pack.
Wolfs are part of our world, they love, they live, they eat and move with their kind.
Wolfs have fun and run and play, they love and they live, they can make us see ourself in many ways.
We all have some wolf ways, we can relate to them in many ways, they howl, they play, they fight and make up and live for more days.
We all may have some wolf in us and we ponder that some days.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
Just another example
O me settlin for less
The dry and schin reminder
Thst a day alive is blessed
I really oughta quit these too
But hard to do it now
Just like I oughtta quit you too
But frankly dont know how
I drop em then I pick em up
A cycle on repeat
The painful soothinn drag
The kind o’ numb Thats bittersweet
Burn em lije i burned the bridge
A path o no return
Set myself in silence
And pretend I do not yearn
Wanderin wastrel if a man
With habits i cant shake
And darlin you are one of em
In rest and when I wake
Same ol pack o senecas
Same ol pretty girl
Just like im spending years on smoke
I’m spending years on her
Sane ol empty habits
And same ol empty bed
At least this pack o Senecas
Won’t make me feel so dead
It’s a constant battle
But the enemy can’t be seen
The mirror reflects the struggle within
Yet to the outside world
Nothing to see here.
Awareness and pain
Hand in hand as they, like a hunter
Stalking its prey
Target their prize.
Tricked mind..
Pain? Not pain?
Relief is short, the reality of a world without
Rather than the turmoil within.
Cell on cell the fight never stops
As each second the self loathing
My physical body its own worst enemy
As the autoimmune diseases
hunt in their packs.
You can pack my bags and push me away,
but you can’t steal my yesterday.
You can block me out, shut every door,
yet love still lingers I’ve felt it before.
All the good times still remain,
even when wrapped inside the pain.
You can pack my bags and push me away,
but I’ve found the strength to walk my own way.
I played the fool, but now I see:
all I needed was you to set me free.
Smoking my last pack
I must say this every day
I have a headache
Who needs to be a rider
racing 'round a track
way back in the crowd
I'm going to lead the pack
who needs to be a loser
spinning on their wheels
or yield pole position
I'm going to lead the field
and wear the yellow jersey
the one who wins your heart
no longer in a supporting role
I'll have the starring part
and if you'll be my leading lady
and I'm your leading man
I'll always be upfront
always in the van
Don’t fold me on-the-fold,
on the crease well-marked.
I’m tired of swans and cranes,
of being shaped into
your cookie cutter shapes,
pressed into the dough.
Let me be the mirrored sea.
The tranquil lake of high country.
The field of grass at dawn,
undisturbed by quake of breeze.
Let me be the elixir scent of flowers,
untainted by stench of memories.
The blue sky reaching to the far horizon,
with no hint or tint of clouds.
Let me be the pure fresh page,
you turn, flat nascent smooth,
for your Origami.
went to toronto
to see a doctor
gettin oldt so some
changes that occur
are intellectual yet
of a growth period
that spans beyond
my past philosophies
to a poetic oldt-age
vision of all realities
in which subjectivity
equals all objectivity
len
Call it what you will
But I know exactly where I have been
You have stripped away my zeal and well me up with Nippon steel
The knife is at his throat and travelers are loading in a big boat
Where they are going, I don’t know
But they are getting ready for the burning man’s show
The shackles have been taken away
And we are celebrating a brand-new day
But you have come to steal their joy away
From whence did this act come.
It was there from the pilgrimage began
When diversity is on the run
You have cleared off all the kitchen shelves
And left them standing on the edge
But as swift as the birds can fly
The heavens have listened to their passionate cry.
We are not to be blamed for your age-old dirty games
You must re-install the diversity equity inclusion program
Or the heavens will nail you by the thump, before the year is done.
Black history is global history, and you cannot deny it
The world has witnessed it!
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Zaahid sharaab peene de masjid mei baith kar,
Yaa vo jagah bataade jahaañ par khudaa na ho.
Priest, let me sit in a mosque with my pint,
Or show me a place without His footprint.
- Ghalib (1797-1869)
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If you think you’re discreet on drink,
O my foolish mind, think
And show me just a single thing
Not intoxicating.
Everything has bagful of life,
Packing punch sharp as knife.
So should ye wish to celebrate
The festival of existence,
Each place fit for party,
As festive is every instance.
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Reflections |26.12.2024|life, God, drink
he sits in front of us with his family
nice touch but then it is evident from
his long pig face
that there; has been some foul play
the sweet woman welcomes us before
proceedings with a monologue of length
i stare at the seat in front of me
cake wasted and my wife brings a Coca Cola
the bloke is the first to applaud
the introduction with idiotic enthusiasm
and his son notices and they high-five
i should have brought nunchucks
the second half is boring
white bread stuff
my son is asleep
yawntastic
never move your eyebrows when talking
She prowled the night horizon sniffing for prey
oh, my here it came, happy hey, hey, hey, hey!
She and her pack tore the animal quickly in half.
So glad to be dining on a baby giraffe.
They laughed their hideous song into the night.
Some would say this does not feel right.
Especially the mother who was looking for her babe.
But Africa is every bit as vicious as the Everglade.
The hyenas were loving their feast, they had to eat too.
Their stomachs were full, as they dug through the goo.
They enjoyed the tiny prey as only a hyena can.
Hyenas can be almost as vicious as a Safari gun man
Do you move in pack?
People does!...
People of the same interest
Same religion
Many by societal
Others by muse
Everyone belongs to a group
Knowingly or unknowingly.
Even lions and wolves
Moves in pack
Supporting each other
Hunting another
While protecting one and another
Against external forces
Fiercely and fearlessly from time to time.
People come together
For a common goal
Either for good or evil
Supporting each other
Positively or negatively
Moving around together
Striving and thriving
Protecting their common interest.
jim-dandy jingoist’s jolly jargon
jeopardizes jittery Jerry’s jiffy jurisdiction.
Jubilant joyful jongleur jerks judge Jones’
judgement. jam-packed jury jeers joyfully
a jabberwocky.
Do not eat my lunch
I have seven shrimps and
Five thousand ten rice.
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