She's looking for Mr. Right,
While he's looking for Miss Right.
Both of them seeking for 'The One'.
She lives on the western side,
While he stays on the east side --
They don't cross paths under the Sun.
She goes to church on Sundays,
Does good works and sings and prays
"Dear Lord, please help me find the One".
He's in a congregation, the same denomination,
That meets on the other side of town.
So she decided to look
For some kind of 'self help' book -
She did not want to spend any money.
Reading was his best hobby,
And they met inside the lobby
Of the local town library.
They both walked to the section
Of books on self-direction,
And both reached for the same book.
"Go ahead and take it." He said.
"No, but you were here first" she said.
"Why don't we read it together?".
A conversation started -
Since then they never parted -
Mr. and Mrs. Right forever.
If you'd be someone's Mr. Right,
Try to be your very best you.
And if you'd be someone's Miss Right,
The same advice goes for you.
Get an education to be interesting,
Develop a warm personality.
Exercise, eat less, be appealing.
Involve the LORD and visit the library.
We ease into it—
the larger life surrounding
our self-direction.
From birds and crickets
and more we are distracted
by things that steal time.
Again we find home
in this pulsating life flow
within and without.
Our lives seemingly random and free
Meeting paths and endless doors and what will be's
Illusion of self direction
Mist and happenings of corrtion
One moment never wrong
Just another lesson's song
Past is time wrapped around
Forward now, no rebound
One path trod it's memory sacred
New path to tread, naked.
Fear not the path aheadi
Follow without dread
Sprinkle the path with possitive vibes
It will guide you to happy lives.
There's no telling what lies ahead but they tell:
reveal wondrous secrets of my life
opportunity of a lifetime to trigger a positive time
a crucial day to realize my lifelong dream
and money and happiness I deserve
later is often too late
hawks circle overhead looking for prey:
they prophesy with sum attached or interests at stake
capitalize on greed and dream
tempt carnal passion with divine desire
the chakra of allurement, loss and gain
a prophet tells me my mind devours the future
I believe the lies it tells me
the insanely powerful full 'wolf' moon of the numerologist
took over the sky last night
the 'stellium' of planets couldn't help me unlock my self-direction
or release of energy, freedom or discovery
and today, Friday, the 13th, the 'blessed day' for fortunate few
as a spirit-medium tells, but nothing happens
I'm yet to know who I am or what I'm destined to be
As inhuman as a man's heart seems...
hidden inside is a tender side:
a beautiful side seldom seen by others;
and that fear of being sensitive
is a real hurdle for those men sworn in pride,
but manly qualities are judged by his deeds...
A woman's perception of the common man is that
he is lives in an unintentional masquerede,
to hide the sweetness he won't manifest;
and this unconformity won't let his beauty
be capturated by intense emotions of masculinity...
will he break the myth and be appreciated?
I have struggled with it indefinitely
and embraced this stereotype unsympathetically,
why are we supposed to be so uncaring and invulnerable,
and outgrow our own resistance and be so invincible;
have we realized that disharmony,
indignation and frustration are not truly noble?
As inhuman as a man's heart seems,
many sacrifice love for an unexplanable cause...
putting vanity before human compassion:
without guilt, regard and trepidation;
have we become so stubbornly persistent...
to lose all self-direction and prospective?
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