Which then is it?
Are we so ashamed or so proud of our mistakes,
That we call them experiences.
A.R??
What if the King of the World were accessible
What would you ask Him to do
Would you ask Him for Love, for wealth
for peace on earth, for good health
Would you ask Him to grant you three wishes
as if He were a genie
Would you ask Him to clean up your city
or on filthy scoundrels take pity
What if the King of the World was so close to you
that you could whisper in His ear
Would you give Him some good advice
or just let Him roll the dice
Think about this question
and what you might do
For He stands ready and able
right next to you
1. Men do not have to be providers…
2 Men can do ballet and forget baseball..
3. Men must have gay, male, friends.
Comment.: none! What is yours??
PS. What are male opinions here??
9/1/2025
Everyone can be a critic.
Few can take criticism.
I’ve seen the results of youthful play
The paths half-buried of sandy ethics
The holes and pitfalls of reliance
Mounds of dirt clods and chocolate chips
Success tastes so fine –
Like a drink of ice cold water
On the last lap of decision
‘Cause we are all infinite genius
We know what we know –
Because we intended to be ominous
We have all the answers –
For our same redundant questions
So don’t point your finger at me
Waiting for a solution
To your petty-proud, little-lot life
My knowledge will pierce your pupils
Blister your lips
Bruise your belly
Crush your pride
I am a steel-toed construction boot
You are an insect
Don’t play checkers on my chess board
It’s a risk taken with a master madman
With a proven method of interpreting your ideas
Full intentions of beating you
At your own game
In your own home
Give me a reason to frown upside down.
is life predestined
dare you ride the destiny -
trust the co-pilot
When, or if,
All my choices
Are evil,
Should I choose one?
Or stand down indecisively?
Emily, let me ask you something
The life that you needed.
Why did you love a poor guy?
Lives dead. Our children. Hmm
You don’t cry. Your children are dead
I am sad. Disappointed. Field my life
A life, a poor existence, walk on and off
Emily. Here is the question. Answer it.
What did you want from a general worker?
Hmm. You were a hired woman against me.
English Mata Hari. Emily. Hmm. I forgive you.
A millionaire woman ate the life of a poor man.
Hmm. Nothing happened. I drop your hand.
Best of the best
Hmm.
Goodbye
Passed
Love
Find him
St. Andrew's Church
Kingsbury
A thousand-year-old cemetery
We question what love is for
We question why we need more
We question all our wants with tears
We question why we think were here
We question if it's going to pass
We question if its to vast
We question has it gone far
We question how much we lower the bar
We might question everything we've done
But the answer to it, we will never succumb
I don't care how god feels and I believe the feeling is mutual.
ANSWERING A WARRING QUESTION
Why must there always be war?
Can peace not be without war?
Yes, but with less money:
Leaving power mongers
Less oppressive over
Poor you and me:-
Although our universe seems
To be mostly wide open space,
Is it actually an entity
With a personality and face?
All golden,
All glowing,
All seeing,
All knowing.
But, You Know:
THERZ
All Kinds
O'
TRIX!
and fear of the unknown, obviously.
HUH
-Gray Squirrel
07-24-2025
I remember the first question
I never had the courage to speak.
I feared I would not receive an answer,
and feared even more if I did.
words were born from hunger,
not from dreams.
I had no dreams,
only roads walked by others,
and I clung to the edge of their shadows,
like a child forbidden to ask
where is the mother.
Wisdom is a trick for the satiated.
for us,
only silence and a pen
with which we write on the wall of the soul:
“I am still here.”
i refuse to let your absence define my love for you
Is it that you're not here, now that I know your true value? No
I gave you the warning signs that you were losing me
Your grip around my hand was becoming too weak,
and my lips were turning red in pain
but you looked at my face and screamed,
“We are just fine"
We were a passenger on a boat whose sails were torn,
but I still held hope we'd cross these waters,
and reach the land,
i thought maybe we would find peace once we reach the shore
But you jumped off the boat—
because you found someone else to hold
My doctor warned me not to fall.
Should I give up on big league ball?
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