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Trial and error forms proper instruction,
and in all forms have their induction.
In the process of creation there is so much distruction
and so much waste in improvement construction.
Today I’m thankful for angels
and all the joy in my life they’ve brought…
and bring…
not only those angels who fly around in heaven…
but all those angels here on Earth
in the process of earning their wings.
"We have two ends with a common link
With one we sit, and one we think
Success depends on which you use
Heads you win and tails you loose"
In the process of writing. Above a quote and I do not know the author.
The shrewdness of the shrew
Out of place on her
Would better be placed
Upon a gentle woman
Of genteel character
This shrew of a woman
Abused by a man in her childhood
Angry all the time
Doesn't even know why herself
The only thing she knows
Is she is angry at this man
In the process of thought.....
During the day i shine bright
A snall flicker I dim down low in the night
In the process of healing
Trying to hold on to what I'm feeling
Captured by a fleshly desire
Left with this slow burning fire
Looking at what I've become
Again left with a mind growing numb
I'm still there
Finding growth in despair
Onion tears I heard mother say
As she used her apron to wipe them away
But she was in the process of kneading bread
I knew those tears were genuine instead
She never wanted us to see her cry
Alas, her tender heart would often sigh
Tears cleanse the soul of deepest pain
Clear the path for smile to follow the rain
Figure Me Out,
It's IMPOSSIBLE I Seen Hell
But I Made It Out, The Darkest I Lived
But Nobody Knew, Unspoken, Shy And Worry Heart
But I Found Myself Though You.!
So Many Questions With Your Wondering Mind
That Lead You To Find My Soul
Here's A Guide.. Whatever You Do, Don't Hurt
Me Cause I'm In The Process Of Loving You!
Form:
What difference does my endless pool of excuses make?
Do I not realize that my inarticulate sigh of agony
is diluted in a sea of decomposing silence,
with negative noise foaming at the pores of particle nonsense,
and false memories of perfect bliss,
in the process of reducing me
to utterly insignificant screeching?
The Chimes Of Life
The wind blows each day.
You know your time is in the process of being paid.
The chimes of life they does sing.
As you look and just wonder what it will bring.
The chimes of life plays a song
But it's sweet and not wrong.
The wind it blows to tell you life must continue by.
As the chimes of life plays on.
God's blessings become fruits…..
from the tree of actions
Everything is God's creation
Regains if falls, blessed by Him
Cycle is on from inception
in the process of reborn
Rushing and speeding
Our lives seem fleeting
Not caring who we run down
In the process of time cheating
Anxious to get
From one minute to another
Not a moment to spare
Or to take time for one another
Hurrying and shoving
No time to waste
Not even for love
Due to our relentless pace
Pushing and running
Towards the ends of our lives
But complaining in turn
About how our time flies
polar ice cap melts
bears cling to floating glaciers...
world’s top is shifting
north pole relocates
tropical forests are glazed...
history repeats
*Entry for Skat’s “Top of the World” haiku contest. Many scientists believe the North Pole is in the process of shifting and that there is no real danger from alleged “global warming.” It’s a natural cycle that recurs about every 10,000 years.
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I am saying, "Goodbye" for now.
I'm in the process of changing careers and moving, and I'm going to have to take
a break from the Net.
I'll be back soon. Take good care, y'all.
TTYS, Orma
Form:
I'm sorry for things I've said And done
Sorry for the life I've lived
Sorry for pretending I was the victim
Sorry for not seeing,
I made you the victim
And crumbled your castle
Sorry for not showing you how much
I loved you
I love you
I'm sorry for crying over nothing
I'm sorry for all of your pain
Sorry for hurting you so much
Sorry for not seeing
The first time
The second time
The third time
The last time
Sorry for crumbling your castle
In the process of crumbling my own
am lonely
over 35
and beginning to extract
something from the inner
core pertaining to wisdom
rebirth
and true vision of peaceful blueness.
I too
am in the process of breathing
through this apparatus that We
call reality,
the blue bird's song,
the rain on windows,
the wynd,
the willows...the bland white - ness
of fresh starched pillows.
...I blow and billow with the birds,
the rain,
It All...
then, I peer behind...
and all I feel, is You...
Love may be lost in the process of age
and hidden in the miserly sunset
of life, draining like a father's cold sweat.
Oh, that you could absorb my red-hot rage
and exist in a long moment with me
as though life and love were newly begun,
as if it were lace dainty and finespun,
with hopes now aglow on a sparkling sea~
but the sea has become angry and rough
capsizing and drowning us in its wrath;
love is forgotten as death lays its path
and quietude wraps you up in a huff.
God's Team
In the process of creation God made you different from me...
We are alike but different you see.
I like red and you like blue...
and the work I do is different from you.
I get up early and you sleep late...
I am in a hurry but you can wait.
Even though we are different we're still part of God's team...
Our lives are interlocked as part of God's theme.
I'll pray for you and you pray for me...
We're part of God's team and that's the way He wants it to be.
TK