A library, a ¦¦¦¦¦¦ spot, ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
Where treasures ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ patiently await,
Forgotten times whispered ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
And hidden gems unveiled at last.
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
In this haven ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ we're free to dare.
Optimism fills the air ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
Wisdom the library does provide.
(Blackout of Knowledge to Share by Catherine Pulsifer)
Hi, hell
Hello from a smile I hid
Or didn't, the lie of a bravado?
That I claim like the sense to live
You smile to...
But I've only seen it in my imagination
Hell's stink, and the season of response in loves who
To admit an apology is mine, for another purposes silence
Shade me from a severity
Stoic and furious story's, to collect as a person was
Simple rational, to have a babe's vanity
Privilege before passion, passion before peace, peace before purpose
How did this all happen?
Children on the verge of losing patience, do know a prayer was...
Find out, curses of persuasion, the fate of youth is to come in the hands of laughter
With the integrity of more, and the seed of promises, uncertain of a future cause...
Be the wind in someone’s sail,
Be the calm in someone’s gale,
Be the spark today,
In someone’s dark day.
Be the joy that’s found,
Turning another’s day around.
Be the hope in someone’s gloom -
The sunshine -helping flowers bloom.
Be the light in someone’s night,
And their breastplate in a fight,
And your kindness, always share
In what you do and how you care.
Be the reason to make them smile,
Even if it is for a little while.
In a world that is so tough,
With a whole lot of toxic stuff -
Be the balm - soothing the strife
In someone’s stress filled life!
14.12.2000
Copyright ©2000 by Crystal David John
Share the Love ??
Receive it, and pass it on.
Love is like water to a mango tree.
It nourishes, refreshes, and gives life.
Through its leaves, it provides food for the giraffe.
Through its blossoms, it promises fruit.
Through its fruit, it feeds humanity.
Love is the same.
When we receive it and share it, everyone is blessed.
Share the love. ??
One may land in hot water
skating where the ice is thin
or end up in a jam
going out on a limb
and hoping to reach a goal
by swimming upstream
could prove no more than a wish
perhaps purely a pipe dream
investing the least
wanting the lion's share
the end result
might induce a scare
woolgathering head in the clouds
unaware of what's around
sounds like fun but more's accomplished
with both feet on solid ground
Air conditioning is always welcome this time of the year.
The weather each summer makes it hot around here.
These times, I have to close everything up and stay inside.
I have to avoid the rest of the world outside.
In here, it seems like I want to hide.
Well, come on in and share the cool with me.
That way, I won't have to be cool, but lonely.
Hey, I like that thing you did
That post was freakin’ good
I’d give it twenty million Likes
And frame it if I could
Where’d you get the idea from?
Man, it was INSPIRED
I’m glad you put it up online
Where it can be admired
That thing deserves to be shown off
I’m telling everyone
You pulled it off most expertly
I mean it: Nicely done.
It’s a snapshot of disaster
Love, our willow is no more
Seems my time is running faster
So much faster than before
What’s the reason? There’s no reason
Never listen what they say
A contrived job for the season
Comers do to get their pay
It’s united bloody nations
High concern about my peace
To distribute some frustrations
To cut down for me some trees
That old willow was a wonder
Silver-green leaves used to rustle
I was coming here to ponder
Just to rest awhile from hustle
But I have it on the photo
(And I think I took a few)
When it was a place to go to
Little place to share with you.
Upwards is his destination
Lost is his designation
No call from Stars above
No message of half-hearted love
Green reconnects with Red to combine
As our Smith relaxes his invisible spine
His journey so far has been to hone and refine
It is all he can muster, so far out of line
No matter his blindness, he saunters past
The Fire's Cot, mid-molten blast
Making Names wander, til' the Bellows blow
Up stairways, they travel, where our Smith now goes
Steep and coarse, the walkway is cobbled
Thrown together, stone and metal were knobbled
Though our Smith travels slowly with a slippery crawl
He soon gains some confidence, and takes steps, small
Almost like a snail with it's juice left behind
Our Smith leaves a trail a hunter could find
Green and Red splotches on a watery rind
Moving unbothered by secrets enshrined
He shivers and coils to the top of this 'case
Wriggling his body to scream from his face
"CaN i PlEaSe ReTuRn To ThE BoSs' GrAcE?!
i KnOw I'm NoT aLoNe In ThIs SpAcE!"
The steps begin to brightly glow
A clear departure from ash and shadow
The metal grey shifts to a sharpened Pink
"A fallen Smith is a missing Link."
I loved sharing happiness with you,
every time I absorbed your sadness,
as my chest absorbed your tears,
while you cried in my arms,
because of the past that still hurt you.
You know...
I miss those mornings when you are still sleeping,
and I get up and already start making breakfast,
you wake up right before the end
and spoil my surprise.
And you know...
I miss making plans
where we would travel and what we would do,
even though you would always bail on me
and say you really wanted to,
but...
And you know what...
It is hard for me that I have no one to share victories with,
I have learned to keep defeats to myself anyway.
Plant or mineral or child.? Or older; gunpowder plutonium ' heavy water
That can split boulders.' Time and
Opportunity day through night; many
Gifts are encompassed, if i am but
Half right? elecric, kinetic, frission
And mice.' All grist to some millers of
Averice and vice.. All have been made
Mechandise, bones renderd down, to
Glue for whatever.? Every country each
Town, A price on each atom of life as
Rationale, seems the hallmark of
Achivement to so many; somehow.? I
See it could be different.' I'll propose to
Offer this view.? Damn.!! The cost of such
Exposure; though. Means my initiatve will
Not make it out to you.'
Your brown eyes
that I see warmly
pull me in
hold me close
inviting me in silence
to share this moment
how tender
and gentle this love
holding us
so spellbound
causing the world to vanish
when eyes drown in eyes
overwhelmed
measuring passion
with a kiss
touched softly
held tightly in wondrous arms
intoxicated
Victimized, but not a victim
Never charged, but always blamed
I can hear them maledicting
But I cannot feel ashamed
Cause my guilt is just a nation
Means I’m carrying within
The inherited frustration
Of the other people’s sin
Funny how it feels unfair
And ridiculously sad
To be someone but nowhere
To be no one but not dead
I feel sorry for the angels
Cosmic managers of ours
Sorry for the lack of changes
Broken trees and faded flowers
Please don’t take it as complaint
Just admit that I’m aware
If it matters - I can wait
And I will, for better share.
Corruption is a compromise
The pirates fair share
Top state officials legalized
Profit under social care
They are concerned about
Expenses and receipts
They’re checking our accounts
They blame us in deceits
But it’s projection of all those
In power, they believe
We must be damn corrupt by laws
Established to deceive.
My entire concept of time,
changed the moment you entered my life!
It didn't take long,
to know I'd ask you to be my wife.
I noticed time changed,
when with or without you.
How could an hour
feel endless, nightmare!
And yet eternity, suffice,
my nighttime prayer.
I only feel whole,
in the time we share.
My entire concept of time,
changed the moment you entered my life!
Seconds feel like hours,
minutes become days.
Crippling, each tick,
the clock makes when you're away.
Fleeting, together weeks hurriedly pass,
sinking, time quicksand, life’s hourglass.
Less than forever together,
never enough time there.
How could an hour
feel endless, nightmare!
And yet eternity, suffice,
my nighttime prayer.
I only feel whole,
in the time we share.
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