step back from the cliff
your twenties' brain on the edge
change is not decline
age redraws the roads we know
changing the way your brain thinks
stress rattles the frame
old minds need to avoid storms
rumination rusts
stronger pathways bear the load
as the brain's framework evolves
inside ageing brains
new supporting pathways grow
forming a framework
where nerves trace what years reshape
building a resilient mind
ongoing support
is needed to sustain growth
keep damage away
the stronger the inner frame
the further collapse retreats
movement wakes the brain
trodden pathways branch and bind
feed the frame, not flame
less abuse and fewer harms
give the scaffold room to grow
let the mind wander
explore unfamiliar ground
build fresh connections
try some things you cannot do
strange pathways form as you go
a time traveler
looks back, looks here, dreams forward
builds mental contexts
adds layers to the framework
as time bridges connections
there may be no cliff
if the pathways are well used
framework stays alive
by building mental bridges
transforming decline to change
The negligence of loveataral romanincing
Is a process where one partner undermines
In the favor of ones self.
It is to speak a partner unloved might
The other spy or cause unravelings
Due to the kinship of partnering.
Done in the sight of duty, might there
tainted feelings make script in there
deceit. Often to the applaudes of
Others there allowance to introduce
Gives them right to deceive.
As hatred disguised as righteousness
Redraws the character, making villains
Of ordinary characters.?? villaining
People into their interputations of
Villains, or villianest so on and ECT!
The blueing oboe intros the bassoon
With detail created by the fluter, calm the
Shores of Natron might the birdlike creature
Remember to fly, to crush the statues on the
Shores of Surriento!
Written by: Phalus Crumbuios
Legend of Chelloius
Ever-changing Autumn, its shapes and shades.
Fanning breath stirs the heavily laden;
transforms and redraws like playful charades,
prepping, and grooming, all the misshapen.
A pastor's mural paints pure from trespass,
ever-changing Autumn, its shapes and shades.
Prismatic design grounds tell-tale stained glass
and forest steeples are Redwood's crusades.
Kids taking the plunge, multihued cascades,
succumb to trampling and crushing horseplay.
Ever-changing Autumn, its shapes and shades,
the bejeweled waits: Sunday's white bouquet.
Awe striking vista blessing amble eyes,
bounteous nostalgia praising persuades.
Peace thine harmonious artwork baptize,
ever-changing Autumn, its shapes and shades.
I dumped all the history books
The ones I own
The ones I do not
The ones I have read
The ones I have not
Cause your arrival
Marks
The start point
Of human history
As well as the universe
And, with your hand
You redrawn new maps
To give birth to
A new kind of geography
Less flat
Less salty
That joins
Tiger River
And the Mississippi
Your smile
Is this big bang
Of alphabets
That redraws a fair
Language
Where geometric
And organic
Poems are equal
Your lips give order
To build this town
And enough streets
And temples
And to rise a wall
Around this town
As high
As the Chinese wall
To slave all the lovers
Around your temples
Everything in this
Town
Is buried in your eyes
And there
The bubbles of civilization
Are waiting passionately
To get the torch
And run, and
Run with all the feet
And wings
They have and
The new ones created
For this moment
To start a new
Beginning
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