A reputation like mine
Ain't born in the afternoon
It crawls out of the alleys
Where whispers sharpen
Themselves
Into pocket-knives.
I walk through rumors
The way old gods walk
Through storms-
Unbothered,
Unmoved,
Already knowing the wind
Never had the final say.
They throw accusations
Like stones at a monument
They different build.
But I'm carved from a truth
That remembers every strike
And still stands upright.
Integrity is the currency
You can't Counterfeit
Noise is cheap.
And when they try to rewrite
My name
With their shaky little stories,
My reputation answers
In a voice older than their
Shawdows:
I was built to outlive
Your version of me.
Right or wrong it won't take long
to see whose side you're on
as for me I'm on my mine
although I know
no one's in my corner
and that's fine
body and soul will survive
in control I'll get by
stay whole get out alive
for when the fan is hit
then down are all the chips
but never lost at sea
or in the bewilderness
unlike passing ships
tried and true it's no or yes
will they won't they
as whichever way
the breeze may blow
in sunshine rain and snow
or apparently prevails
born with a built-in BS-detector
I'm my own whether vane
known to keep wind in my sails
In the arms of a lover's dream
The sensual grace, up close to your smoothe face
Maybe to never to know the truth to my obsession
A home-boy,who loved his mother
Like a scene from some love story
I melt,I wonder, it gives me all the peace I need
I am in love, but it's like dry wrought in the brain
I am not making out in the back seat
Why does that feeling have to sing in my face
All the king's men and his women
Couldn't drag me away from
I live for that feeling
You give me
Please let me repay
Saw it coming
Started running
Through the woods
As fast as I could
Evil in the mist
Making sinister hiss
Sound
Translating freedom 'going down'
Beautiful mirage arrived
No fear of going to die
Equipped with answers
From club dancers
Chit chatting away
Screaming about pay
"Ammunition I will fire
Since you seemed to of tired
Do not fear
I have a long neck beer "
Siren made clear
I watched her work
Popped the bubbly cork
After expressing wedding vows
Complementing our moonlight howls
Saw it coming
Started running
Through woods
As fast as I could
Beautiful mirage arrived
Not going to die
Equipped with answers
From club dancers
"Do not fear
I have a long neck beer"
I watched her work
Popped the bubbly cork
After expressing wedding vows
Complementing our moonlight howls
In the vast universe of crowd around
One forgets to feel his own presence and charm
Everything else seem so perfect and impeccable
One does not value his own potential and worth
But,when one realizes his inner self
He understands his soul and worth
He starts to love himself
Fearing no lies and betrayal
Though the world is full of lies and fallacies
The inner self knows,what he is
No one can fool him with a fake smile
Once he follows the path of wisdom
In solitude, one feels his value
Understanding, what he seeks
Loving thyself is the greatest feeling
The worth of which,nobody can rate
When one understands his thoughts and beliefs
He knows,what he actually needs
The emotions and feelings that the heart holds
In search of inner self, one can know
One understands what he believes and why
Does not need any approval from others to survive...
Overflowing from my bank
The unwelcome water seeping.
To and fro and lurking still
Into my soul it's creeping.
Scourge this, be damned to you
I have never asked this claim.
I live my life
Provide for many, leave me just the same.
I watch over babes, provide sustenance too,
Caring and warmth and love.
Their thoughts and actions rebound to me.
The grandest of God above.
Be gone you scourge that is mine,
Be gone you pestilence now!
I will fight, I will win, cast you aside,
And take no heed, no how.
All have joined and all will love
For all that I will give.
I never stop to offer more
and that is why I live.
I live by this, from all of you
To keep my spirits clear.
With all of you around me,
You give me strength...
I have no fear.
If sky must cloud, let it rain
vigorously. If trees must
sway, let them rustle in line
with heartbeat of a baby.
If summer must rust,
and rust must winter--
Let the reddish brown
rave for vernal air.
Can I live without you
you are the flame
that keeps my heart burning
through rough waters
we have survived
through rough waters
I know that I will survive
I often sit and wonder
why ancient man survives
Lacking all the gadgets
modern man and woman have in their lives
Why me I am an example ,
all the things I have acquired
Gathered all around the world
from countries far and wide
Downstairs there is is a sauna
doing what the sun would surely do
The slant board replaces
lying upside down upon a hill and there's a wagga too
There's a mobile phone, there's a computer
so we can disconnect
Physical engagement with our fellow man
it's wrecked
I've got picks, I've got shovels. I've got forks
to build a garden bed
Ancient man and woman just wandered
when they wanted to be fed
So how to disentangle
from this crazy style
It's a complicated answer
you are going to have to wait for a while
Footnote; Wagga our nickname for a Zen Chi Massager
We are all trying to survive in a crazy world.
If it isn't celebrating life, it's definitely death,
something we all fear.
We stick together to get through it all.
with God by our side, there's nothing to be afraid of.
The raging waves of life toss her side to side.
Though she tries to live,
she’s left with only the will to survive.
She can’t say her efforts have been enough,
having shoved hard against the currents,
yet swallowed whole by the deep blue sea.
Still, she is proud of her flailing efforts,
for she fights for her will to live.
She needs more strength.
Anyone, give her an iota of it.
But even the loudest thoughts
cannot be heard.
We cannot mend the Yesterday—
It is a finished Thread—
The Needle dropped—The Seam was set—
The Hand that sewed—is fled—
The Past—an Iron Landscape—
We cross with tender Feet—
Each Memory—a sudden Stone
That bruises when we meet—
Yet Survival—is a quiet Art—
No Trumpet—nor Parade—
A Breath preserved—a Pulse held fast—
A Choice—to not be stayed—
The Wound remembers—what it was—
But learns—to let Blood cease—
And Life—still knocks—at broken Doors
Insisting—on Release—
We do not conquer—what has been—
Nor silence what it said—
We simply rise—each trembling Dawn—
And live—though scarred—instead—
For Hope—is not a backward Look—
Nor Pardon—fully won—
It is the Courage—to remain
When Change—is over—done—
I went to the bathroom to wash my face.
There was a baby fly in the sink, in my place.
Normally I’m one to carry them out.
But I don’t like flies so without thinking.
I turned on the water full force.
He was the tiniest little guy.
He was swept to the lip of the drain.
But as I watched he clung on
And on and on.
I watched as the water, water boarded him.
In that moment
I was struck.
This tiniest of guys and his huge will to live.
I turned off the faucet and grabbed some tissue.
And absorbed him up.
I looked closely holding my breath.
And to my surprise he began to stir.
I now had a mission to save this little warrior.
His will to live so extraordinarily hopeful.
I was so impressed with this little guy.
I had to make sure now he had to survive,
I opened the window screen and placed him and his tissue savior upon the wind.
He dried, he stirred and eventually he flied.
I was so impressed by this tiniest of guys and his huge will to survive.
Stopped at the rest stop with my friend Seth,
He just made the restroom, out of breath!
Came out gasping for air,
Yo Bud!...Don't go in there!
This "Turlet" has the foul smell of "Death!"
I thought I'd sniff about..just for fun!
The pungence hit...and my head just spun!
Bordering on manic,
Seth was in a panic!
Yo Bud!...Could you PLEASE call 9-1-1?
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