Onigiri is another level,
I don't know a place called Seattle,
I took a ladle,
Put it on a table,
I don't know where I'm going at,
I took a sat,
I see myself as a lad,
I don't want to be sad,
I took a notepad,
From the wad,
I stare at the ceiling,
As if I'm on a sailing,
I am not wailing,
But I am piling,
All the reasons I left behind,
For now, I am not resigning,
From what I am trying to define,
The meaning of refine,
I remind myself the since,
I don't take a Hinch,
Even a sinch,
Over something that is so clingy,
To hold onto a blingy,
My burger is zingy,
With a taste I hold onto,
With a pinch of cilantro,
It is my intro,
I keep on going,
For what I am doing,
I love myself in this song,
Is this what I am looking for?
Until my hands are sore,
To the day, I want to do the chores,
Look, it is my other course,
I try to find the source,
Here is my sauce.
Family is not anything
But everything
Family the root
You the offspring
God chosen
To walk side by side
Through all seasons without leaving.
Tribes not a language
Rather your people
With same
Heart and spirit
But different goals
Sharing same dreams
Supporting each other relentlessly
Family and tribe
Never to be traded
Neither be disputed
But to always confide
Abiding without betrayal
Courageously striving and thriving.
Weeding
When weeds grow on love
We spend time weeding not loving
And before we realize the rains are gone
The land is dry and the love is dying.
When love grows on weed
We spend time loving not weeding
And before we realize the rains are back
The weed is gone and the love is thriving .
Inspired by New Moon posts by various people. Thank you for sharing your uplifting messages.
Start thriving from the heart
By Michelle Morris
15/07/2023
There is a new moon in Cancer
The creation of holy water
Bathing each of our souls
Water to cleanse and calm
No more shadow warrior
No need to focus on survival
Embrace your light warrior
Start thriving from the heart
Gentle, yet powerful energy
Supports our humanhood
Igniting greater enlightenment
For each and every soul
Love and light and healing
Holy water soothes and frees
Never forget that you are powerful
An eternal soul to ignite your dreams
© Michelle Morris, 2023
Third degree burns? I just get hot;
Finally, deep enough to wound;
Painful skin grafts can't get a shot,
to my frequency you were tuned;
Beneath the surface desire crooned,
I'll be your willing apprentice;
Eyes flashing 'Danger' I just swooned,
thriving in a consuming kiss.
Bitcoin’s growing every day
With fiat inflation on display
Own your money - come what may
As Bitcoin keeps on thriving
Officials saying “all is fine”
Printing money by design
Cutting down our bottom line
As Bitcoin keeps on thriving
You can learn it, take some time
Bitcoin’s young and in its prime
Yet every cycle it will climb
As Bitcoin keeps on thriving
Worth and value it retains
Unlike fiat money drains
The choice is very clear & plain
As Bitcoin keeps on thriving
1. She is sweetened
This heart just beating
Comprise so entreating
Beautiful eyes of a lamb
A beating heart insurgent
Beautiful
You are
You are my heart, and it's beating
~
2. Her eyes are red
From crying so sad
Unhappiness this she dreads
Because her heart has missed beat
And thriving is the beating heart
Intertwined with mine
Beautiful and kind
Chorus: A beating heart insurgent
Beautiful
Beautiful you are
You are my heart and it's ever beating
Reframe:Oh' precious Heart
So endearing love
Whispering dove
Angel eyes meadowlark
Insurgent a beating heart
Beautiful
Beautiful you are
You are my heart and it's ever beating
1/13/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022
I am here in a future of hope rather than temptation.
What I had survived turns to simple contemplation.
And I can finally observe the trauma rather than invest in it.
A happy loss leads to enlightenment.
A twisted reflection.
Leads to a renewed inflection.
If they decide to take me again.
I will at least know that it is their own sin.
How do I thrive?
Having faith,
Self-discovery,
Having belief.
That’s what makes me
Feel alive.
What is a life
Without growth
And full of pain?
It’s a struggle,
Like rain
When all you want
Is a sunny day.
My sunshine,
That’s my son,
He is the key
To the recipe to thrive.
Thriving,
Alive,
He is my sunshine.
Sometimes it feels like
My entire life
Has been
Time wasted,
It feels like
So much time
Yearning for freedom.
All I want is a life
Worth living,
Not a lie.
Is that too realistic,
Too high of expectations
Must I lower my standard
To sunshine through saturation.
I always welcomed
The chance
To aspire more fulfilling
Aspirations,
To desire a self full of
More determination.
Road blocks
Slowed the road to
Reaching my expectations,
On the edge,
I cried out,
Head first I dove into
Chronic separation.
My sunshine deserves more,
No more depression spells,
No separations,
No addict in his life
Creating messes.
That’s why in the
Here and now,
My recovery is thriving
And I’m chasing
My aspirations,
My dreams are becoming life
And our life is
Full of life
Because I’m thriving.
Healing
A phase that seems most lonely
Happening slowly
Healing
A phase no one understands
Filled with re-living pain
You alone can withstand
Healing
A phase that never ends
A lifetime’s journey
But a past with no return
Learning new ways to live
New ways to cope
New ways to survive
New ways to thrive
''Peering toward branch, looking at butterfly near. Drifting, thriving - fluttering around and around.''
Heartfelt hues hope for
Paintings, vibrating in light
Coloring the muse
Trump Thriving While Conniving
Not only is Trump out there thriving,
He is also evil while being conniving,
And all are foes,
He does suppose;
Rest of us have been barely surviving.
Jim Horn
thriving
in her own crazy
chaotic world
posted on September 19, 2018
I have a fondness for the polar bear,
hunting seals on a frozen ice-packed sea.
For camouflaged by white-snow everywhere,
like ghosts, they're impossible to see.
Cerulean waters freckled with white
patches of ice and snow comprise their home.
And all the northern creatures fear their might,
keeping a safe distance from where they roam.
An Arctic summer sun that never sets
lets them hunt in twenty-four hours of light.
And they survive on guile without regrets
when winter slips into an endless night.
In the wild, polar bears fascinate me,
thriving in solitude and living free.
(Sonnet)
5/7/2018
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