Bird mouth on the brain sells
plump unstately bucked up
matters of actual o-
bligatory occurrences at
Owl's Creaky Bridge where
forageable items can
spawn like people squeezing
elf-aware and clammy chowdered
clown adults from
rubes off courting blots of
nightingale PM firenze
crushed and all mixed up be-
between a frequent
moving stream of
freebies wheeling in a
west virginian's mother mar-
ried pupward to a
shapeless clumping mob or timely
hunk stoned sober old and sentient fac-
tory molding
silver fish resigned to meet-
ing parties all aligned and
drawn from quarters pound-
ed into minds repeated over
bendless queasy headed eggs a-
top the Falling Garden Wall.
Oh, so you’ve seen better days?
So your shadows walked straighter before,
You’re who you are
and you’re not getting any younger
You said to count me in
Well now I’m counting my blessings
One at a time
to remind me what will be there when you’re not
Is the past behind you?
It seems more like its calling you out to your face
These messages that you ignore
are open doors to the future
Open them wide
so you and your ego can fit inside them
Oh, and how it hurts to be so right
all the time
Your phone is your only life support
and now it’s leading you to
become the things you hate about yourself
It’s ironic how you don’t see it,
looking in a mirror half your life
(She’s on the rise again)
She’s gonna be an internet star!
I’d count your blessings while you can
Your phones your only life support
Daisy morning, birds chirping,
Beautiful sunsets,dreamy night,
How fast the day spent by looking
At these beautiful sights.
Magical time and wonderful moments,
Take away the worries of the day,
Yet new challenges and surprises come to momentum,
By belief in the nature and time,
Grief is taken away.
As the sun shines in the east
To take rest in the west,
A productive day sparkles the night,
And midnight coming soon on its way,
sleep and wake up bright!!!!
The lands are full of treasures
The pottery materials
The costruction materials
The plants
The rivers
The mountains
The minerals
But once they are under man's feet
Man lost the respect for them
They explore
They conquer
They exploit
Until they become "deserts"
Being productive
Live each day
as if you had no hope of tomorrow.
Tom
Doing Your Best
Be careful of today's doings,
once in your past, they remain forever.
Tom
Worry Not
Waste not time worrying about tomorrow,
lest your worrying bear fruit and it be upon you.
Tom
Time runs equal in work or play,
in diversion, it seems to be sprinting,
while in boredom, it appears to be running a marathon.
Tom
Boredom is a byproduct of inactivity,
never become bored with the life God has given you.
Tom
Bad Seed
No sooner does a vile seed hit the soil,
until Satan is there with his trusty watering can.
Tom
Greed
We go through life wasting things,
and hardly a moment passes without wanting more to waste.
Tom
2-4-04
(Misc15)
A group of students
Saw a need for
Socail change.
They thought
It wise to speak
Of a different way
To convey messages
They wanted
To hear facts
That would support
The development
Of a undergrad college
Internship that would
Allow students to
Devolpe socail media
Shows and television
And Radio programming
To give voice to their
Concerns, and considerations.
These outlets would allow
Students training and
Experience. It would
Allow programs to be
Developed to speak of
The concerns that
Students face.
What has happened
To the possibility
Of a better future
Filled with normalcy
That the younger version
Of the self had imagined
That the future self
Would live within as
An a productive member
Of society
Most of life,
I thought being busy
is not the same
as being hectic,
and the question
and answer remain
Then, I thought,
how does
being productive fit in?
Choosing productive
made sense
Yet, who is my judge,
that was time to look up,
look for an angel
to judge from Heaven
I never found one
which strangely
declared me confused,
my first judgement
so arrived
But, when one is hectic,
one is busy,
quite a merry-go-round,
a never ending whirl
Whoops, I know my answer,
I'll look at the blue sky,
Wave at some bird,
Smell some flowers,
and
do absolutely
nothing at all
Now, I feel productive!
To get a job, upon release,
Not so easy, to make that cheese.
Have to pay, to be free,
Not a pun, that’s how it be.
Starting over, on the right track,
Must report keep giving back
Still have to follow, all the rules,
Can’t seem to shake, judicial fools.
Will do my best, to stay in line,
Find some way, to pay my fine.
Get back up, avoid the law,
Starting fresh, and staying raw.
Thee floor In Mourning what a dust Is this
Neated niceness with cleaning wealth
With powdered mica, coal and seamy
A dust to mine, a dust of pleasureness
Poetic moment sweeping up where
Therely It's Darkness Inhabited bye wonders of Creation and finish
Sweeping In the Season of work
Magic broomed sweeping words
Such dustness stay sententious played
Whence sweeping I truely Industrious bliss Night and soon I heard
A breeze Wind It did not come anear;
A dream It victory shook the table
Around,around, flew each sweet sound
Like one, that on a lonesome Ocean
in the brief dust and light
Develop a Flower that smiles toDay
Tomorrow dies passions all that we
Wish to stay of unreflecting love! _
Then on the precipices of the wide
World I write alone, and pray
Till I Name and Fame says realms adream inside indwellness hous productive words.
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