Sweating buckets in the hot seat, losing the ability to buffer the spaces in-between.
Yet sweating profusely can help you come back fully healed.
However what you are chasing is much further away, and what is chasing you feels much closer.
Like in any race the focus is always on the lead car.
Sending them best wishes and a lot more of hidden evil eyes.
Splash boom, dashed into a spin-out.
Spinning out does not necessarily mean to crash and burn.
Overshooting the corner forces you to reset/rest to gain back control.
Just coasting on the low fumes of synchronicities.
Stress must played in this chaotic times or could just be scrapped ahead in-time.
Just as the chaotic race of life, use that transmuting heat to purify.
Do you think the harder you push the pedal increases the chances to be showered more petals?
Theses small talks echo sounds so sweets, with the upgrades of my venturi tunnels.
I see Vishnu on a car plate and on the tv show, edging me to top gear manually to greater higher performance.
Donald Trump could be
doing Jailhouse Rock.
DOJ has his head on
A chopping block.
Trumped up on
charges that
Include espionage.
Donald trying to do
The duck and dodge.
The ex-President
has dug himself in
a deep hole.
Things are starting
To spin Out of control.
A Grand Jury of peers
Signed the indictment.
Donald Trump could
Be wearing stripes
in confinement.
Mr. Jack White a
vicious opponent.
Trump is in denial,
He'll never own it.
The Feds have a 95%
Conviction rate.
This is Karma serving
Up fate.
Trump is tweeting
Somewhere in Mar a largo.
The Wheels of Justice
turn slow.
I wonder if they will
Try him as an adult?
He is claiming none
Of this is his fault
Mr. Trump is starting to
Look a little jittery.
One thing is for sure this
Will make history.
Turbo1904?
Fashion house store, jeweller
Bistro, awned tasteful -
Spin out each of your light's
Burnt orange, tactful
This chill eve's way, waist-wrapped
Mists two, affianced.
For this one fine purpose;
Conspicuous doth
Show up, honours a love.
Soft, warm, now enhanced.
*True Story
I’ve had many instances of divine intervention in my life
But, this one stands out in my mind forever
It was a snowy day, only a few inches had fallen
I went with a friend in a van to a store
I was driving slowly, when suddenly I saw…
A car spinning out of control ahead of me
It re-bounded off the guardrail on my side of the road
Then it came straight at us with alarming speed
I slowly stepped on the brakes, to not spin out too
I had stopped right on the yellow line, avoiding the other lane
The other driver slammed into the right front corner of the van
The van was totaled, but we only had minor injuries, including him
The next day I was at the rental car business for a car to drive
A woman was talking to the customer service person at the counter
She was saying, someone with my plates had saved her husband’s life
If I had not been there to stop him, he would have gone off the cliff
I told her, that is me and she thankfully hugged me in tears!
Heidi Sands
5/24/22
Placed 10th in The Divine Intervention Contest. Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke
Oh! Light pollution
taking away the compass;
Lost, we just spin out;
Look up and maybe you’ll see,
We are smaller than we think;
A dark wooded night
sealing dreams in the silence;
We just keep spinning;
Celestial rotation
stars glow and light up wishes;
Loving this moment
you wish a little harder;
A blanket of stars;
Celestial connection
pushing and pulling your heart.
During my living
My melodic dream I longed for
Sprouted in me
The nature of the self-appraisal
With my life stunning in vivid shades
I scribbled the poetry.
In the blank paper
Of my innermost minds.
I grasped – you and me
Quite distinctly
Highest in morality
Topmost in significance
This lust of mine
Smashed these words
Of this poetry of mine
In numerous forms
In several fragments.
These words I etched
Shattered all over the grounds
may spin out in futility
I amassed them into my purse
And constrain meticulously its mouth.
Eventually,
At the moment when I set myself
Selecting and
Choosing each words
In the winnow of my inner minds
The similes of the words
Revive and breathe as it’s again
In the poetry of mine.
*
Every time the ocean reaches the shore
The sand keeps waiting and waiting for more
More of the touch that wets its entity
And gives it a whole new identity
Every time the sun shines at the flowers
They keep waiting to recharge their powers
More of the light that releases through them
And creates new breath like a diadem
Every time the wind blows through the tall trees
The leaves keep waiting for the gentle breeze
More of the brush that tickles their being
And moves them to and fro, feels so freeing
Every time I look at God's love and grace
He keeps reminding He's my hiding place
He gives me magic that keeps me going
And helps me spin out poetry flowing
07.27.2020
I’m running for President
But this time I’ll win,
Without our dear Hilary,
That caused such a din!
You’ll see I’m the man
The one they need beat,
Whatever they serve
For breakfast I’ll eat.
I’m steeled for the task
My lungs fully primed,
To galvanize crowds,
Their passions to wind.
Remembering lessons
From last time around,
I’ll pummel my colleagues,
Right into the ground.
My passions undaunted,
No weapon too harsh,
They won’t know what hit them
As they spin out and crash.
Let not thoughts of age,
Nor leanings too left,
Fool you to think
I’m no longer that deft.
The other old man
That’s now in my sights,
May as well pick his grave,
As I read him last rites.
So just watch me work
As the contest unfolds,
For when I but sneeze
Others catch colds.
Swirling color wheel;
Spinning, spinning, oh so fast;
A toy built to last.
Spinning top in outer space;
This old Earth, it has its place.
Turning round and round,
I see planets, watching me;
And I watch them back.
Telescopic vision is,
Impressive, to say the least.
Coordinated,
Tops that spin in outer space;
Centrifugal force;
Keeps them spinning round and round;
Never seeming to spin out.
Colors on velvet;
Gemstones on a black canvas;
Distant whirling lights.
Majestic beauties, are they;
Dervish bodies as they play.
It's a beautiful day
It's a beautiful day
It's a beautiful day
to go out and play.
If your name is D,
D D D D D
It's a beautiful day
for a D through an A
on back to awesome other
DD da-days
to go out and play.
It's a beautiful day
It's a beautiful day
It's a beautiful day
to go out and play.
If ya wanna avoid some trouble
and your Trumps are marching double
time, and climates start to rumble
Inside voices in full tumble
It's a great day
to take your butt outside and play
Go on ahead and freely stray
Come back when you're ready to active pray
we learn to cooperate our play
before this last green outside way
was safely felt just yesterday
It's a beautiful day
It's a beautiful day
It's a beautiful day
to go outside
this one last tide
to pray and play
a cooperating day.
D D D D day
go on out and play
it's your last beautiful day
to have a fresh breath play.
It's a beautiful night
It's a beautiful night
It's a beautiful night
to spin out of sight.
spending time, charmed by all the goodies
...a weight room, pool and foosball tables and
a padded room with a wrestling mat and dummies.
a kids paradise. Little girls backflipping, colliding
with little boys. ...with choke holds and all.
upon disembarking this adventure, past the fountain,
and stepping on ritzy road of the very rich,
the school age thinker asks, with a gulp, gears spinning
in his overwhelmed head:
“What does someone have to do to live in a place like this?”
3/28/2018
Mental illness makes my
Mind spin out of control.
Many voices clamor,
Make demands and threaten.
Medication numbs me.
Meandering through a
Maze of thoughts, I am lost.
4/19/2017
A mere two days away
My life will forever change
You've made the choice to go away
The decision not to stay
My soul is on fire from hiding the truth
As always, I do not want to lose you
Cyber space and cell phone calls
Is what will be left of it all
Things will not change between us
But they will not be the same
You home will no longer exist
For me to rest my head
To sit in utter silence
While a million words are being said
The presence of your laughter
The rare form of your tears
Will not linger near my heart
The way they have for years
But I know I have to let you go
I've watched this place swallow you whole
And watched your life spin out of control
I will not pluck a rose from its stem
To own the beauty within
I know it will only wither in the end
So I will let you go
So you can live
Behind the Smokescreen
Smoke screens on all sides;
Makes for hidden truths and purposed lies.
Imperfect vision clouded by events;
Distraction of human common sense.
Storm clouds, fog, and rain;
Confuses the masses in disdain.
Step outside the modern realm;
To stay is to become over whelmed.
Where truths are hidden and answers denied;
Go to where introspection applies.
Solitude away from all the voices;
You have many options and many choices.
Do not look for answers in the mire;
Or preach your sermons to the choir.
Silence your thoughts and let answers present;
Let spirit give you the final assent.
Take media with a grain of salt;
Staged events be not your default.
The answers you seek are not there;
They are within your own heart's prayer.
Student of life, Great Spirit the guide;
Lessons to be learned and then applied.
So let the circles spin out of sync;
As it should when awakening is at brink.
Be calm in the midst of the storm;
A new day is waiting to be born.
And while the world looks through the smokescreen;
Keep finding truths in the unseen.
More to the point
What is your crack pipe?
In the heavy storm
Of getting a grip
On life
One could be excused
For looking for a way out
An escapism
Some people keep busy
Some people spin out
On all sorts of things
So
Where is your crack pipe?
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