Love you shine day and night, sending your light into our thoughts.
Spreading your love with words, that sound kind and have some thought.
Like a director in a movie, your words echo with power, like a bird singing near the window.
That try to direct the listeners with the power of your voice, making all think twice, about who is naughty or nice.
Is it love or hate you direct, can it be you just want to catch.
Catch up the light, the power within, to use them up and then kick them in the end.
Sell them to the highest bidder, and let them go at your whim.
Love and light, are so beautiful, please hold them like a glass, and treasure each one with love and care, don’t drop them and break them to pieces.
Loves choose the path of love, and let the birds fly free, don’t cage them forever, let them be, if they fly home to you then it is meant to be.
True love, please even if you say they all belong to you, let them be free to pick and choose.
For in the end, God sees, he will be the one to shift through all of our deeds.
Lifting prayers to God, for all the ones that walk on a road home.
We venture right to the path in which we heavily rely,
we see the distant life and cant find a reason why.
To whats becomes, what we did may never dare to repeat,
the same as we cry softly making it our life as we retreat.
There is hope, there is life, there is pain,
There is also memories, which we cant explain.
Life has taught us strictly all that vision are not clear,
and one by one the worries slowly start to reappear.
I do not forgive but feel sympathetic, for those who tried today,
to kill and devour my motivations and my thoughts on display.
My heart is here, guarded almost too well,
trying to be free but I simply can not tell.
My mind is settling for what is, that never will I see.
I feel refreshed, but quite disturbed for whom i came to see.
Did i picture myself so motivated to learn and love and grow,
or am I living precautionary until the end of this here show?
Picture this, snapshot that stayed,
Confusion and self esteem revamping all thats made.
Once I reset then we shall pick and choose,
the We that we create will somewhow once come true
Photos can be endless.
Photos can be turned on and off.
With phones.
We never have to pick and choose.
With film?
We’d have piles of photos with red eyes and splotches that made us laugh.
Some would be proudly displayed.
While others ended up in the trash.
If we still used film.
We wouldn’t be scrolling and straining our eyes so much.
But these days,
I take a picture of a shirt from the store.
I send it to them in an instant.
I liked that shirt, but never actually bought it.
But now I have to photo to remember it by.
Today I’m thankful for history…
Understanding the history of what makes us great should be taught
as well as the history that does not
For that is the job of history…
what history intends for us to do…
To learn not only from our successes…
but from our failures and atrocities…too
When we erase or alter history
When the true facts we dispel….
When we pick and choose what we want to teach
We make history an atrocity as well.
what was the thoughts inside your head the day you got the news that you was pregnant and right now you gotta pick and choose to have a baby at 15 or just go and abort it? why would you choose to keep me knowing you couldn't afford it breaking my heart every time that I take a look at you cause know I'm thinking bout everything that you can do because of me and can't lie, Mom, it's breaking my spirit the 25th mom I cry every time that I hear it, yeah you got a beautiful soul I know it hurts to see your boy on the go but I can't waste this life you gave me on some jewelry and hoes I gotta get to the goal I gotta make sure you know, yeah that every time that I'm away I only do it for you and when I'm broken I get through it for you and every time I take a risk I'm yelling screw it for you I gotta do what I do long as I do it for you
Rockstar girl I hardly remember, like Green Day I tried to wake you up after September, come to find out you're deceased put my skill in a blender.
We shared some of the highest peaks, I brought the xanz you brought the coke, no holding hands just drugs that we'd smoke.
You'd tell me I'm your dream man like you Ally and I'm Juice...
baby I'm the "XanMan" dont get confused.
me and the grim reaper must have a truce, how did you die when my neck was the one in the noose?
I guess it makes sense with all the drugs we'd abuse. God seems to take the good ones I swear bro pick and choose...
like the ones with the best hearts always the first to lose
Rockstar girl I hardly remember I tried to wake you up at the end of September but the pills take they ain't no lender, guess them pills fake, now you gone forever...
She loved those quiet moments together…loved the rainbow of colors they chose
when Mom would color her nails…and Dad would paint her toes.
It was during these quiet moments when it seemed to her like time suspended.
When she discovered that beauty was in how the colors blended
It’s where she first discovered love…how out of her heart it rose…
when Mom would color her nails…and Dad would paint her toes.
And she was proud when it was her turn…the day she realized she was grown…
when she was allowed to pick and choose the colors on her own.
For she was brought up understanding on what love and beauty depend….
How love grows out of time spent together…and beauty from how the colors blend.
Lessons she and her partner are sharing with their daughter…
lessons silently composed…
Every time one of them colors her nails…and the other paints her toes.
The reason we give it so much verbiage
the reason we give it time
The reason we search the light fantastic
the reasons left ill defined
The reason the choices finally matter
the reason we pick and choose
The reason we leave a trail behind us
the reasons we’re not bemused
The reason the voices call within us
the reason the nights are long
The reason each season traps our longing
the reasons both right and wrong
The reason when nothing’s left to answer
the reason no sirens call
The reason we leave the past unanswered
—the reasons we can’t recall
(The New Room: March, 2023)
Oh I remember when I thought
I was in control and could see
Then the Lord showed me
How blind I was not being free
Now that He has opened my eyes
I want to cover my eyes
And just listen to His voice
For mostly everything else
Is a bunch of clanging noise
This is for fun I could not resist this picture
But indeed this is how I feel in the deception
Of all that is going on around us that many can't see
To much division and religions to adapt to mankind
The gospel was not intended to pick and choose
To accommodate the corrupt ways of man
But to separate one from their old self and evil desires
Their lustful hearts and minds,
To be changed with the spirit from Christ
Into a new creation with new mind and hearts
Purified of all impurities so He might reign within
The gospel of Paul living in the spirit
Should be what one shall aim for
To have instilled those thoughts and spirit
But I understand we must all try our way first
Hopefully it does not go so good you become
Your own shrine to give praise
I thought my life was going good
Until I began to read the words of Jesus for myself
Then I was in awe of what's going on
Here they come again to open up my door
To stare at my innards, to pick and choose.
Take the carrots! I yell. Take the tomatoes.
I know they are going to get moldy and smelly.
Why don’t they ever choose the vegetables?
Why do they buy them?
Are they trying to impress the other shoppers?
My freezer is completely full.
Open the freezer! I think, wanting to drop something hard on their toes.
Oh, no!
It is the grandson.
He likes standing inside me, swinging on my door.
Not the grandson! I yell. But no one hears me.
I cringe as my door opens.
You can pick and choose your friends,
who is true who is pretend
Who needs you then they leave you
If it suits them
then refuse them
Are they there
do they care
do they have nerve
do they dare
is it all one way and nothing back
Are they owed a favour broken track
Looping around and using you
never occurring they should too
It’s not time that makes them close
It’s what they do when you lose hope
Do they celebrate your victories
And sit with you through your miseries
When you use up your energy
If they don’t they’re an enemy
Are they quick to point out what they’re owed
they want it paid back what they’ve showed
Think they’re smarter than you are
Push their luck and go too far
Friends aren’t always what they seem
they’re not always what you need
Sometimes you should up and leave
Even if they feel aggrieved
Their probably a victim
If so they are restricting
Time on them but if removed
Time on you sees you improved
Welcome, to my country.
Where we experienced load shedding.
No Wi-Fi, petrol sky high.
Politicians fighting battles to stay on top,
Less money for you to shop.
The poor has to beg and plea,
Daily on every corner and street.
While politicians’ lives a rich life,
From tax payers, they milk every dime.
We are a box of smarties,
While politicians sleeps with different parties.
During election they pick and choose,
Which color to use.
We are not the rainbow nation anymore,
Some parties’ mayhem caused it for sure.
Pumpkins smile with glowing light
Guiding the path, through the night
By alleys with swooping bats in flight
Witches cackling, bad apples to bite
Under cobwebs hanging on tight
Ghosts lurking in shadows to fright
Pick and choose your Halloween sight
Prickling fear or sweets in all bright
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There’s light and dark in every soul
Control dictates their want and will.
Drifting cold between the lines
No sign of ever keeping still
There’s more to me than meets the eye
If you try, you’ll see some
But never all, there’s always more
Contoured my image has become
Which part of me will you see?
A bleeding wretch of a man?
Or shall you find the light inside
The sides of me you see and scan
No one ever truly knows,
Though my prose can show the truth,
How many different forms I take,
For your sake, I pick and choose.
But all these different sides of me
Scream at one another
I walk so many paths at once
Thus my soul is torn asunder
I’m underkept and overwhelmed,
Impelled to keep my soul afloat
I try so hard to please them all
Called a bitter man by most
All of my light sides and dark sides,
They flied amongst my hopes and dreams
I try to keep them all aloft
A cost this hath tolled on me
But still, I hold to my oath
Most would’ve stopped by now
I hope you look at me and know
I show only what I allow.
Are there bullies in this world?
You bet your life there are.
At school, at work, at play, at home,
They're closer than they're far.
We'd like to keep them far away.
They're no one's friend for sure.
They're like a cold, a virus,
For which there is no cure.
They pick and choose their targets.
Someone they think can't fight.
They find their Achilles heel,
Then they attack on sight.
It's the way they make themselves feel good,
Better about themselves.
Because they feel inferior,
And really don't like themselves.
They think of no one but themselves,
And so they feel alone.
Even in a crowded room,
They're heard above the drone.
They're jealous and they're angry.
They've no one save for self,
Because they've never been a friend,
All they have is SELF.
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