The truth
in which
lies
are ever told,
how injustice
is
anything
but in bold.
How I wish
the watery
essence
from
a frying
pan,
could
stain my eyes,
How I dream,
there
was an undoing
of this child's first cries.
My mother's cradle,
only ever wished
in truth
to snap my neck,
like a wild man,
let loose to Geese
in numbers.
My back,
aches
in this slumber,
how I wish,
I could just
float like
the dust and
be absorbed
into non-existence.
My breath
was never here....
The hypocrisy
surrounding
cuddling of bears,
humanity spared
me affection.
Perhaps out of
devotion
so I would feel
even less
of a fish on a reel,
eye contact, I
can't let go off,
sympathizing
becoming...
clubbing of the seals
is our sad reality.
I refuse the peel,
to go further in depth.
I shake with anxiety at nights,
windows that do shake,
no hand, young or elderly
can comfort me here..
My eyes are darkened
when,
once they were beautiful green.
It was never my nature,
to be hateful,
I was the most loving child,
who grew survival
instincts
in how to be weary
in how beginnings
relate to the ends.
I should have died,
a long time before this....
We wait and wait
even when doom draws near
until too late, or almost too late-
delaying sears fate to crystal clear
Time heals love's wound,
Truth seals it round.
This universe holds a legacy
Bearing your unwritten name
Stand up with passion and dignity
And courageously stake your claim
Stand up to claim your birthright
For it is greatness
Stand up to claim your heritage
For it is outstanding
Stand up to claim your entitlement
For it is exceptional
Stand up to claim your destiny
For it is commanding
This galaxy whispers your future
But your own hand seals your fate
Stand up with gusto and valor
And boldly lay hold of your estate
He awoke from a dream within a dream
ruled by darkness
during the day
The night enlightens those that see the
streams & recognize
what's in the rays
We're in the days of prophecy where
night & day are coming together
becoming one
On autopilot they're in a daze still in
the dark & can't perceive
the shining sun
They paraphrase what was written
but can't copy what's seen
as real & true
The pen's authentic & what it inks
will show in time
when it is due
Bombs dropped behind the scenes
but can you see through
all the hidden acts?
We're fastly approaching some things
we haven't seen in our lifetime
& that's a fact
Dismiss the rumor of wars as a charade
for it's a fight for the all
of every mind
It's a spiritual battle that we're
entrenched & the whole of our
soul is on the line
I shine a light to open eyes so you
see what it is
It's Not A Game
Is it hard to see that the world is
a soft target & the object
of many aims?
They come with games for you to play
to blind you from the dirt
on loaded fields
You're on a minefield with closed eyes
playing by the rules
of broken seals
Blubber Treats
Polar
Bears
Break
Holes
Fur
Seals
Are
Meals
Seals and fishes
make wishes -
large and small.
Bees and beetles
are so leetle -
they're not big at all.
starlight and raven waters....silence white of eyes
shadows nearing shore
Two Silly Seals Limeridk
8/26/2023
Two silly seals were whooping it up.
Scarfing down,booze,cold ales and stuff.
Things got so dicey,
She,in the sea, icey.
His tears fall for her on moonlit nights.
He wants her back,to make things so right!
do you remember those seals
the malleable anchor
i told you i would learn to sculpt
chiseling the seal you wanted
you threatened to fill the bath
a freezer for the fish
buy a place in the country with a pool
far away you would say
from any neighbors prying ear
where we would all learn
to balance balls on our noses
where we would clap together
to those loved songs
we always listened to
running down the highway
you don't do you
perhaps we ran too far
i never learned to chisel
you never acquired your seal
we never gathered pets into our lives
evidently, we only attained half memories
San Blas 91 The Patient Stones
caught in frigid traps
seals struggle against the sea…
population culls
*Strong waves hurled seals against rock walls, killing some.
As you sneak your way into the kremlin
The name that you should be rememberin’
Is ‘teeny dick’ Putin
But please don’t just shoot him
The West wants that fella dismemberin’
My hobby arrived accidentally
In the form of a request issued simply but emphatically
By my nine-year-old granddaughter.
Grandma, can you paint with me?
Was she crazy?
These canvases cost eight dollars apiece.
I was not worth that.
i was not worth that.
I was not worth that.
She would not let up
Kept begging.
I finally decided to "waste" one on myself.
I was juried into two art shows by the end of the month.
I am a dabbler, a scribbler, a player, not an artist!
How had this happened? I love neon paints. LOVE THEM!
My entire house is filled with nail holes, hidden by four hundred
Yes I did say four hundred neon-paintings
And they glow in the dark.
Because we have black lights
And they are so seventies
Just like I am
Best gift I ever gave myself
Allowing my granddaughter to talk me into
Wasting an eight dollar canvas on myself.
That was five years ago and I have never looked back.
Took off like a rocket, and feel completely fulfilled.
Love
seals hearts
together
with God’s favour*…
Trust!
*Psalm 106:4 Remember me, O LORD, with the favour that thou bearest unto thy people: O visit me with thy salvation.
July 25, 2018
Seals seal their nostrils, can stay underwater for half an hour
OUR body would float to the surface and looking like cauliflower
Like kinda dead
Eyes widespread
One breath every hour could leave us with a taste quite sour
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