I have had a physical but I have never met one.
say it your way but be positive with whatever you have to say
Like the nectar of a ripe peach taste,
is the outcome of a word well placed.
For truth as it begins to unfold,
is understood only if correctly told.
You ask me why I live in cave
Caveman not want to be a slave
I take a chance and look around
I see that people act like clown
Your little ones you not take care
You always running here and there
You drop them off at crazy school
No discipline when they break rule
They spend their time in front of screen
You wonder why they act so mean
They don’t know sex or what is real
By age of ten know how to kill
Government tells you what to do
You give up trying to be you
Purpose of life, make more money
Hate is growing it not funny
I choose a life here in my cave
Not make a choice to be a slave
I took the chance to look around
No way I’d choose to live in town
collaterally speaking...
war is like plowing...
don't like peace...hell!...bomb-plow it:
life...collateral...
A word or two about my view of the politicians
we presumably put in positions of power
hobbyists bought and paid for under the table
catering to manipulating lobbyists by the hour
where saying nothing yet flapping their gums
offending no one when sitting on the fence
doing naught but wagging their tongues
and all the while protesting their innocence
dodging the bullet by ducking the question
avoiding the topic with digression
self-serving landing votes with glad-handing
fingers firmly crossed behind the back
conscience-free they sleep well at night
there's nothing (short of gun) can be done to keep them on track
those more than a few who are quite literally
caught red-handed with their pants down
making a mockery of you and me
should be tarred feathered and run out of town
each Cobblestone makes up the road
ouch from your very sharp high heel shoes
Speaking love
By Reggie
As I think of you, my mind begins to unbind,
and my nerves start to level and calm.
As you come to grasp my heart, and as soon as I feel your touch,
The beats begin to play a loving tune as we head toward the room,
to be alone.
I can tell you my real tone and feel it in my bones
As I explain my love to your understanding and show you what you do to me.
As I tell you seriously, there is nobody else for me—
I am yours for eternity, and that is something my family believes.
I feel so secure at your side, though it’s funny, I know,
But I will stand ready to cover your back and not rely on you for protection—
So I do not lose any ground in life,
As attempts try to destroy my living, my love, my stride.
But these are not just words to me; they are vows of loyalty,
to be fulfilled and promised,
And I hope this is comforting for your knowing,
for it is nothing but my true reality—
Of my feelings and love toward you
Horse Pills, Tablets, Liquid Drops
He’s overmedicated
Super-aggravated
When will all of this stop ~
when his ‘back-door-trucks’ pop
‘You asked for it!’
~ You got it!
When I speak a foreign language
I cross my eyes and dot my teas
Little wonder I substitute ~
‘Thank you’ for ‘Please’
She kissed me
She kissed me
And I tripped over a vine in winter
The blizzard
That came stayed warm
And she became my norm
Days turned to bliss
And nights held kiss after kiss
Wish after wish came
And I saw her forever with the same last name
And in the beginning I tripped over a vine in winter
…And so we write;
Recognizing ourselves within her various forms.
As she takes the shape of cloud or leaf;
Or the movement of sea or storms.
We leave behind us trails of words, struck in sharp relief;
Fingers touching pen or keys probing joy or grief;
Searching for hope, seeking relevant whispers;
Pleading seminal scope for God or kittens’ whiskers.
We turn ourselves, inside to out, through purge;
Searching for the ultimate shape, absolute size,
And perfect cadence of urge,
To capture the Hallelujah Shout
Of our birth,
Here,
In this place we call the Earth.
Where we do not have a choice;
Given by our destiny;
This thing: we call a Voice.
Sweeter are the words
That cannot be said
It is so sweet
Sour are the words
That can be expressed
It is wonderful thou
A human being,
A voice can modify
Various languages
As we speak
And words can be spoken
In different tongues
As we roll the tongue
The tongues have spoken,
Sweeter are the words
That can be spoken
It is so amazing
Sour are the words
That can be omitted
The truth is a wonderful thing
A human being
Speaking Your Mind
Every time you
don’t speak your
mind these things happen:
snails do
aerobics, flamingos update their
details on
important apps, palm trees spill
out Amish hats, combs beg to
eat
lemon pie, stools memorise
flame thrower literature, and
gravy animals, who live in
the clouds, help out
swamped midwives.
Honestly Speaking
Familiar faces turn their backs
They come and go for unknown
Reasons throughout the seasons.
Honestly Speaking
Maybe the Universe has other
Plans, Let's wait for time for
Truth reveals. Honestly Speaking
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