I am a muse unto myself
drawing my mind on
broken mirrors
Shards assemble like
puzzles for expression
painting a future
drawing nearer
My rearview is perfect
picture
that is insightful
in my eyes
I learn from all that I
experience
therefor I am
forever growing wise
My truth makes a fool
out of lies
because they're false
& never real
Some fools will set eyes
on solid truth
looking for things
that they can steal
It's amusing how real
it can be
but it's not a joke
& never funny
Runny lies are like eggs
with feet to boot
ready-made for mouths
forever running
They move with a rhythm
like cunning snakes
out of place in
God's garden
Not pythons but mocks
on dirty grounds
in dire need
of one's pardon
in materials science and nanoscience we do not produce strange chemicals or chemistry.
the divestment from chemical engineers and turning in of the repetitive research violations beneath our electrical engineering controls is not cartel, only a correction of the development grants legally allotted to firms to coordinate a conclusion to production lines and manufacturing processes.there is no further material extraction allowed from the universal laws of physics than can be validated in the cost analysis. human beings can not be manufactured, therefor budgets are cut, payrolls are dumped and as people are dying in the streets, the tax revenue must shift to housing laws and overbloated county worker payrolls endure layoffs as a buy-product of a failure to progress with the times.
over ruled.
Encore
David J Walker
The Straight-Line life will
find a way to wind
its way in time
Save the savings they say
for a future day
Save the savings for
play days and dates in a future
unsecured
I am the today onstage
there will be no encore
and therefor
No tomorrow
No yesterday
Perfection
Last night I was back in the valley of my dreams
a place where everyone wears clogs with uppers
of leather that sometimes loosens; my job was to fasten the leather to the wood with nails that never rust and they said: 'tis man is a good cobbler's assistant, nifty with a hammer.”
There was a picture-postcard village where one has to take the clogs off before entering, not as bad as it sounds because everyone wears woolly socks
When it was decided that clocks disturb time they were banned, but dogs bark at noon
the valley is a perfect place to live, alas the ting with perfection tends to be onerous, therefor I was glad when it was morning
My Father’s house is an infinite resort,
a little cottage with garden, a super nova
in a nutshell of heaven. A mountain to climb.
It is any concept of comfort and joy
you allow your mind
to create.
You are right now in your mind
and in the Father’s Mind; that Mind
is in you and it is all God.
Clear enough?
Therefor chase the ghosts away,
let the demons find their own place.
You may choose any mansion,
but of course the welcome mat
is love.
If these words were not so
he who prepares you that welcome
would have told you so.
I see that I am just One Thought.
God’s image – the very core
at the center of the center;
nothing spinning off into endless supposition.
Nothing branching, leafing or imagining.
No platforms of consciousness, realms,
no parallel dimensions, no other existing,
no stasis, no fleeting.
No conditioned realities, no division of reality.
No conditioned creation – therefore create,
no multiplication, no duplication or variation,
therefor understand all differences
and enjoy.
Not these words, no yesterday, no tomorrow,
no today.
No being, no nonbeing.
Not two,
nothing excluded, nothing separate,
just this singularity – absolutely
empty of condition.
One seed thought – just one.
Be like a black bird that shines
in a dark featureless night,
knowing you are
all that is, was and ever can be.
~~~~~
You were stole my heart.
But i found it back again.
Even though you were put it in capativity.
Someone somehow rescue it,as im towards to die because of anxious.
The one who have a spare heart to somesome.
Now am happy because my heart escape from on your hands.
This shows that your are not a proffetional kidnaper.
Although my heart found true home.
It is struggle to forget where it has stolen before.
How can i forget but...
When i see something belong to you, suddenly i recall how far im from.
My sad and painfully tears has fallen and happiness and sweetness tears has fallen as well, so how can i forget to remember.
Histories has recorded, but future not yet.
As no one can predict tomorrow.
Therefor how can i forget all this memories.
poem by ndidzulafhi patric munyai
I think therefor i am
but i think i dont exist
the nothingness inside
has no where left to hide
looking for the pain
just to feel sane
i am in disguise
all you see are lies
but when the pain does come
all there is
is numb
smile my smile
answer the nod
not even between the odd
slipped trough the crack
look at me
theres no one looking back
Thy drop of rain fall
therefor
thou atmosphere scent
thee tear sense
said drops, in drops , of drops
hence such fall alike
'twas fears
of drops, in drops, thine drops
thus eyes therefore, obliterate
to & fro , fro & back
away 'twas far, may thy sway
thus suppose to be a lovely day
in drops, said drops, within drips 'twas a trip
said such of rain drops as will be
qualities consist thine 3rd Principle Particle's
Rain Day
COOL BREEZE THROUGH MY
WET HAIR CAUGHT SMALL BALLS OF SWEET SEA SALT
ATTEMPTING TO BETRAY MY EYE'S
THE SUNSET WAS
BLINDING MY VISION WITH
ITS CAPTIVATING BEARTIFULL
PINKISH COLOR
WAS VISIONARY
OF AN OASIS OF NO MAN'S LAND
WHERE WAS I?
THE SUNSET AT THEE BEACH
I THEN AWOKE FROM A DREAM.
IT LASTED A MOMENT
I EMBARKED MY NIGHTMARE THEREFOR
SOUNDS HEARD INSTEAD OF VISIONARY
I WAS AWAKE ALIVE AND TRYING TO PROGRESS
MY FOOTPRINTS BEHIND I LEFT
AS I REALISED ITS MORE LIKE BEAR PAW
PRINTS AHEAD OF ME I'M FOLLOWING
7/8/19 KEN BRADLEY''BEAR'' .R.I.P. LOVE YOU
There lives a darkness inside of me
A longing for the afterlife; not for the living to see
There is an awful pain inside my heart
No reset button, no opportunity to restart.
There's warm blood pumping through my chest
Keeping a body afloat that’s ready to rest.
There’s an emptiness inside of me, the joy disappeared
No pain, no life, no heartache to be feared
Slowly my soul is abandoning its body, my heart slows its beat.
My soul now just staring down a dark, cold street.
I don’t know what awaits on the other side, therefor I weep.
But I also pray that it is a little girl in a white dress and bare feet…
My pet mouse Louie is a connoisseur of exotic cheese,
But when it comes to gratifying him, he's mighty hard to please!
I have my own choice of cheese, therefor, 'tis an ongoing clash,
Between me and Louie at which he has become somewhat brash!
If I set a snack of limburger before him, he'll turn up his nose,
And I learned mighty quick to no longer on him that crud impose!
I happen to like a simple cheddar but Louie will clearly voice,
His desire for an expensive gouda if he had to make the choice!
We both abhor cottage cheese on that we can readily agree,
But he savors bizarre cheeses such as Greek feta and French brie!
The latter two I can barely tolerate and well-nigh cause me to retch!
I hate to divulge this but Louie is becoming a bothersome kvetch!
Lately he insists on me catering ricotta, swiss and mozzarella.
(Ain't gonna happen, you can bet your life on that, little fella!)
Alas, my dilemma was solved by my cat who relishes tasty mice;
Louie was devoured by ravenous Jeff the cat which wasn't very nice!
Entry for Barry Stebbins' "Poem About Cheese" Contest
(15 November 2018)
Surely I know and surely I know and it is a real test
to remain right and right for the best
It is test of time
For everyone therefor to shine
what we do today is fit for tomorrow
and day by day it will eliminate all sorrow
Just go on doing to save the time
and their is a feel , their is a feel that everything is mine
Thus do the right to remain the best.
As I awake for a new day, tired, sleepy, not smiling.
Looking at your photos bedside, I am crying
The world is my enemy, I don’t love nor do I care
I just want you back, I just want to cry about the love we shared
I didn’t stop praying, in front of my bed I am kneeling
“God I never want to forget my daughter, for me I ask no healing
But I am asking You to provide a support structure for my wife,
I am also not present as a father, therefor please guide my son through life”
“I am a lousy husband, a broken dad,
I lost someone so dear to me, it is driving me mad!
I want my daughter back my Lord, I am pleading!
I am asking you with tears in my eyes, in prayer I am kneeling."
The birth of my princess, the dawn of a fairytale story
My kingdom complete and basking in God's glory.
Schylar Rose you were named, our happiness, our joy.
A beautiful daughter to us, a little sister to our boy.
Only 995 grams at birth were your weight,
A tiny girl, but in God we had faith.
... But suddenly dysmorphic features were found
Our joy came crashing down!
Admitted into hospital, test after test
An irregular heartbeat in your chest
But God's words state "love drives all fears away"
Therefor we dare not fear, yet life was only expected for four days.
Our prayers grew stronger, God protect her through this storm"
God answered "she will go home two months after she was born"
Our little knight seeing for the first time his sister,
"Daddy, I like her" he softly whispered.
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