She's not giving me the attention I want
I gave up on trying, trying to taunt
I tried and tried
To turn the tide
But she still didn't respond
Every day I wanted to bond
But sadly no, she didn't want me
Didn't have the guts to tell me who she wanted to be
Now I sob
Like a worker without a job
I cry
Because I wad too shy
My heart will be forever empty
For she was so pretty
She liked me before
But now no more
Il never be quite sure
Il die knowing I never hugged her
Now I have to go to the next chapter
Knowing I'll never live happily ever after
Politics
used to have
borders
Within which
the battles
were found
But now
those conflicts
spread far and wide
Running
friendships
and families aground
The baby
thrown out
with the bathwater
Noses
cut off
to spite every face
Civility
gone
fraternity pawned
With zero sum
outcomes
— in place
(Dreamsleep: November, 2025)
The world is dying, yet the quietness develops,
As shadows shroud the cries underneath the stone.
Where when we discussed harmony, presently nobody knows,
The reverberations suffocated by voices, lost and solitary.
Underneath the heaviness of despots' iron hands,
The earth is bound in chains of delicate falsehoods.
We long for broken skies and brilliant sands,
However all we find are debris and empty cries.
The ink that once brought light presently stains the page,
No section can lift the distress from the spirit.
For words are just residue in this dim age,
A short lived flash, consumed by unending cost.
What's more, however we shout, the world remaining parts unhearing —
A story of truth, perpetually vanishing.
Silent tears hold the loudest pain - author unknown.
Just when I think no one will know,
There comes a soft and gentle flow,
Silently sighing o’er the light,
Stirring my heart’s kindness to glow.
Reflected on moments so bright,
Painting my soul with dreams I write,
Vows broken never can reveal,
Spoken by those who know my plight.
Wonders, breathless, are quite real,
Capture my dreams with their appeal,
Breaking through the murkiest fears,
Proving love is stronger than steel.
Blessing with love that lasts thru years,
Graceful and sure, darkness soon clears,
Even though I weep soundless tears.
Yes, how I weep those soundless tears!
This is you; this is me,
at the end of the row, white-faced.
I have you clamped in an iron grip
to keep you from getting off my lap.
The camera was quick; next minute
you were howling your head off!
At the other end, Ray is not looking pleasant;
Yes, we can wait all day if we want to!
With an occasional worn-out sob,
Linda props her head against him
And I smile down at you just like
the photographer said to.
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we learned how to lift
spirits from sin and from shift
overcame all rifts
we started to sob
when overtaken by mob
who will kill and rob
in the flowing flood
things were covered by much mud
flowers with a bud
God will always bless
help me straighten out mess
did remove all stress
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Oh, a tear or tear?
Crying because it was torn?
Ah, a tear or tear?
(January 2022)
How far down, not all sad letdown, I and my men's resolve are father!
''Under grand immersion. Dropping from sky tears, making in puddles --that are overwhelmingly profound.''
repressed weep
impossible in ignite
of a tearjerker
12/20/2020
Tudo sob controle
Quer manter tudo sob controle?
do estado
à sociedade?
Faça crianças felizes.
As crianças
mantêm toda a sociedade
sob controle.
A risada de uma criança
impede
que os corações se endurecem.
Os sonhos de uma criança
garantem
que nunca vamos perder o caminho
para tornar o mundo
um lugar no qual mais e mais pessoas vivam bem
Quer manter tudo sob controle?
faça uma criança feliz.
as crianças são as mais atuantes
disciplinadoras conhecidas pela humanidade
http://bit.ly/2019_Hábitos_depois_da_Crise
Our mouths open, you leave we gaze
Asking weather, yo’ river or wind?
Like floods you come,to sweep the beauties
Our eyes you leave, we wipe we sob
The best you wipe, the worst you swipe
Like a wind so you, blow off the value
The orphans the widowed, not your business
Our eyes you leave,we wipe we sob
Like an angry monster, you tear into lives
Chewing soft the tissues, the hearts you break
Displacing human souls, rosely bodies you empty
Our eyes you leave,we wipe we sob
All a while we toil, cultivating the soils
We plant we harvest, to conquer the soils
From nowhere we lie, in the soil conquered
Our eyes you leave, we wipe we sob
I command I command, the secret I hunted
With brains God provided, to conquer your might
There is hope Jesus did, your power he ruined
Our eyes you leave, yours shall we defeat
I used to eat jalapeno peppers,
banana peppers, and
tomatoes galore.
Hot spicy and
“oh my gosh” foods
is what I simply and
absolutely adore.
Prime rib? Okay
but beef cake it in
horseradish, and I mean
straight, not in a
dumbed down sauce.
My ulcerated esophagus
and spastic colon
are now apparently
my boss.
Thought it would be great to be filthy rich
On second thought I still think so, got the itch
Not asking for much
No fortune or such
But a million would make me a happy S.O.B. (wink)
A day without SO is an SOB day
A day without sunshine, d'ya know what I say?
My British palsy walsy
A poet quite wowsie
An honour it is, call him my happiness valet
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