Vociferous but most unkind, this bee's bead has seen the vine, and grapes of wrath shouldn't press, those enemies are gone unrest, so honey bee procure the honey the bee's bead is filled with funnies and molded impish sleuths so steer like ambling with forest deer, and bee's do gather round this bead, to celebrate and eponymously greet.
You can not see your conscious
But you know its always there
Its something you cant escape
No matter when or where
Like wind we can not view
Or scents we can not touch
The conscious is an internal
judge
Guilt or pride the sentence thrust
A faceless void within the mind and soul
A dark or light sphere
Only the individual can procure
The object of our fear
A catalogue of right and wrong
Molded from our birth
Hearing watching learning
Like the verses of a song
We memorize the things to do
And those we turn our backs
Straying off the grid
Sometimes to cover tracks
To turn it off impossible
Even when mortal no more
Who is the one to judge
No one knows for sure
Food use to grow freely, making us have many things to fill our bellies.
Food in its natural state, use to be so accessible, it use to grow all around.
Food is like a gift from God, it has the ability to make us feel great.
Food is the fuel we need to survive, it keeps us going all day long.
Food like apples and other fruit, use to grow all around.
Food should always be growing all around, it should be easily found, making no one suffer from starvation.
Food is essential, so make it grow and give it away every day.
Food is our fuel, so make it grow and teach the next generation to be great farmers.
Food should never be wasted, all the unused food should be donated, to a place for recycle.
Food is medicine, it cures, it fills our body with essential stuff, so value it, procure it, and never waste it.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
In that spoof, let wakeful eyes attend,
The sly concealed to serve their secret will;
So wise compeers will learn and not pretend
Shunning the loins’ demands pressing them still.
Scratchy urges fade, if ignored with the mind,
Till spring returns with tender buds soft and pure;
Then they shall till the fields, not more confined,
Escaping plights which insane minds procure.
Then will it be you whose veins fret with grief,
Who bawls for loss, bitter and snarling in pain,
Who squandered wealth on coquettes, vainly brief,
Then howls in rue as though beset by bane
So try, sketch a life with utter restraint,
Debasing dignity is but constraint.
Rights Reserved
Some know life is short and must end
But that fact has started a trend:
Billionaires seem sure
The wealth they procure
Binds eternal life as their friend
What buys their time line immortal?
Having a body-parts portal
But rich reliance
On crypto science
Gives us who’ll die time to chortle
I’m ordering a pack of seeds
For planting near my house.
Some flowers near a home is
An idea that I espouse.
If I plant black-eyed Susans
And, with luck, they really sprout,
I’ll surely smile each time
I’m coming home or going out.
Their color pops with happiness
And with their middle dot,
Or so-called “eye,” they paint a picture
I like quite a lot.
My thumb’s the opposite of green
So I won’t be surprised
If the seeds I plant don’t give me
Blooms the packets advertised.
Still, it’s not a big investment
To procure and plant some seeds,
For a dash or rain and sun and hope
Is all somebody needs.
i settle for the littlest scraps i can secure;
i settle for the littlest scraps, and even then they're hard to procure.
i kneel for the most jaded of hearts;
i kneel for the jaded hearts, even when my own is pierced through by stray darts.
i vouch for the blandest demeanors i can find;
i vouch for the bland and even then they don't find it in them to be kind.
why do i prolong my pain, you ask?
why do i not seek what's in it for my gain so I can bask?
there's something deeply ruined, flawed in entitlement
so i restrain to find the beauty in belittlement.
God, for the life of me, I know not why
we have not learned a way to live in peace.
As in the past, our wars still nullify
this yearning by not finding ways to cease.
The feuds between world leaders still increase
to procure power as their sacred role-
care not that deaths become our painful toll!
How many more decades will pass before
we find a way to end each selfish goal;
God, for the life of all, world peace, implore.
Always inspired on new ventures ,
feeling dynamic
cum enthusiastic
being ready to capture
opportunity to proceed in rapture.
Eager to accept
any challenge
at any range
being confident
to prove myself competent.
Full faith on my righteousness.
I proceed in fervent fervour
as circumstances favour,
depending on self confidence,
trying best to access success.
Putting labour to procure
with dreamy devotion
and hard dedication,
even If to meet failure,
I'm not in dismay to endure.
Mostly my inspiration is activity
maintaining discipline,
open minded, clear clean.
I'm inspired to honour 'Humanity '
as only religion to get priority .
Eating everything
on the menu
Dylan asked for more
His hunger
reestablished
leftovers on the floor
A bite into
the future
yesterday a whore
A meal once paid
forever staid
— new rawness to procure
(The New Room: December, 2024)
Oh, in a world where I do not exist
is beauty unimaginable, for
the landscapes and the waters have been kissed
by vibrant colors; also there's no war
because those living there are all aware
of what is right and wrong, and they all know
their purpose. There nobody has despair.
Everyone and everything has a glow
which emanates from God’s redeeming light.
The souls residing there by thought commune,
and never do their dwellings suffer blight.
To all infirmities they are immune.
I lived there once upon a time . . . I’m sure.
I hope my place there once more to procure.
When things are turning dark,
try pivoting toward the light.
Nothing grandiose-no great secrets revealed.
Just a simple pivot of the wayward mind.
Until the shine comes back into view.
Like the bow of an oft-battered rose.
Weaving its way through icy storms...
Try to follow the sextant of the soul.
Darkness is necessary to expose the blight.
But darkness is also toxic to the virgin light.
Pivot away from this molten blackness.
Pivot sharply -gently praying for direction.
This light will never slither away.
Only devils procure that illusion.
This purist light is an uncharted island.
Anchored to the strength of your faith.
I pray to someday make landfall on the cay of light.
An island that the wizened call...heaven.
Quote: "“I love you and that’s the beginning and end of everything.” — F. Scott Fitzgerald1.
As soon as I came home,
She waited by the door,
No inkling of when I'd roam,
Love's footsteps yearning for more.
Thoughts of love, they dance, unsure,
Caged desires like a bird's sweet cries,
She longed to break free, to procure,
Yet deep love kept her ties.
Now, no one's there, just the floor,
I wait, doorbells silent chimes,
In solitude, I explore,
Echoes of love in these times.
In the stillness of the night's embrace,
I seek solace, finding grace.
Memories dance, a bittersweet song,
Echoes of love, once so strong.
Alone I stand, yet not alone,
For love's essence I've ever known.
Though she may not be by my side,
Her love in my heart will forever abide.
Through the silence, whispers of love,
Echoes from the heavens above.
In each moment, I find my way,
Guided by love's eternal ray.
Jimmy told a heinous lie,
And came to find,
Someone had paid the price.
It turned poor Jimmy's heart impure,
But telling the truth made Jimmy sore,
"To God be hell, for this ancient curse"
Try as he did though, truth cannot be rehearsed.
And soon did he realize
The mounting bodies climbed,
He'd try staying two steps behind,
Whether ahead of the game,
He wasn't so sure,
But telling lies will only procure,
"A state of disarray for every lie"
Poor Jimmy'd sigh.
On the eve of all hallow,
He swam with the sharks,
Deep in the shallow,
And if death to him could be secured,
Click click boom, Jimmy would be no more.
"For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams" Edgar Allan Poe
My true love was always my moonbeam
To breathe her light
She had to be her own addiction
She has control over the saint of procure
I drink to her freelance contingency of no mercy
A glance at her smile.. wanton fever.. stone me petrified
A shooting star
True dreams please come to me
Like it was Lust like it was Love
I could have been friends evermore
Its all for that smitten that smile does cast
Plays part of the twist part of the laugh
When she feels too anxious about giving
It's her folly I can't take
A whisper from the truth becomes me
I found lost in her shine that beam diverged away from my soul
The moon doth cast my Moonbeam nevermore
No buzz, buzzing of her number 902
Hiding her perks my now vacant desires
Seduced by my loneliness
Tortured by some disconnecting dreams
Where time lost it's fears
To where life is but tears
Number 902
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