Beyond the values of time
Beyond the mountains and the valleys
Through the caresses of the wind
You are invited home.
Beyond the grey walls
Beyond the heads bowed in innocence
By the sky’s candid bird
You are invited home.
Beyond the gaze, the frozen fountain
Beyond the church, our sorrows
By this hand shaping the stone of the past
You are invited home.
Beyond the paths where leaves lie hidden
Beyond the sky filled with golden dust
By memories faithful to our thoughts
You are invited home.
Beyond the sensations of what is already seen
Beyond the whirlwinds of what will not return
By the gentleness of a child
You are invited home.
Beyond all hatred and refusal
Beyond ignoble hypocrisy
By the one who suffers, cast aside
You are invited home.
Beyond hidden poverty
Beyond revealed wealth
By the silence that lulls our will
You are invited home.
To avoid the worst, anger
To convince, beauty
To soothe, silence
To be fair, equality.
For all this and much more
Nature keeps Freedom.
Joël Charvillat
It Shouldn't Be You.
That Makes Everyone
As Mad As A Hornet,
Including You!
You're Gonna Hurt Yourself,
Being Mad!!! And...
That Makes More BEES!!!
B FAIR BFAIR BBBBFAIRER!!!
Every Time, "Kinda'"...
It's A No Win Condition.
It's Not Supposed To Be Fair
That’s Expected... By All Your Thoughts...
Can You Hear Them? Is It Fair?
Unexpected Is Even Better, Every Time.
That's Why We're Not In Charge!
Tuh-Duhhhhhh....
You Know... Whatever's Fair...
-Gray Squirrel
07-04-2026
he has super strength, agility, endurance
but his most admirable assets are in his empathy
He has a heart for others, a love for country
He wants things to be fair, even and just
Captain America, a symbol of our honor and duty
He has been around since the forties, showing us the way
Exhibiting integrity, tolerance and compassion
His courage is legend, as is his ability to put others first
he shows us the way, like almost no other
although a comic book character, he has become real
many of us strive to become half the man he was
I would like to have his reaction time and self-healing
Too much work
Too little outcome
As if trying to hold water in a fork
And the worst is yet to come.
I rush here, I rush there
But the roads I take lead nowhere.
Everybody asks for more care
And nobody tries to be fair.
When can my mind have some peace?
When can my body have some rest?
Will my worries ease and decrease
And will everything turn for the best?
Sitting here.
Without fear.
Looking about me.
Feeling blessed for all I see.
Stood tall.
Even with my back against the wall.
Sometimes I did fall.
Decided.
Confided.
Laid my soul to bare.
Up to you to be fair.
Chose not to hate.
It is never too late.
To change that fate.
Life is such a gift.
Use yours to give others a lift .
Choose kind words to say.
Be a sign and point the way.
Kind words may save the day.
In the darkness be the light.
Is fighting each other worth being right?
Losing a friend.
A love to end.
Don't think so.
This I know.
Better to have them around.
Where love can be found.
Where hope is bound.
A willingness to give.
This is how we should choose to live.
The love i wish to show
To help it grow.
For all to know.
All is said to be fair
The freedom of choice with will
A polarity in mind
There's a tangerine-colored pinwheel
at the top of a far-away hill
Yours the job to go and grab it,
but beware:
its way of turning
doesn't always turn out to be fair
Yours, as well,
the job to tell
whether or not
you want things to turn out well:
you can either go up to heaven
or tumble into the pit of hell
Results? a surge of serfdom and
Despair, spawning ideas and wrangles
Wasteful wars to entangle, away with
All such ill-fated, discourse, to be fair.'
Dear Mr Putin.' At this time, of world need
Is there? Any possibility? In the middle east
Conflict you could intercede.? After so many millions of lives were tortured and lost, just in your own Russia, when hitlers
Armies marched across, i will give that monster no more time..I move back to today and now, and the need of a well balanced character.' In a world of deceit, well defined.
Amid, threats of global chaos.' I beleive you
Would have the ear; of others,
who lead that
Might assist, and to be fair..Its you and trump i
Have mostly studied, so here i will desist.'
you i
See are a tested statesman, who holds his
Line, and protects his reserves, a Christian
By self assertion, dear Mr Putin would you
Perhaps now serve.? By contacting those you feel, are pragmatic.' To bring such mayhem
We now face to heel.' I ask in Christ as a bondsman..Can you project some sanity.?
Maybe? (broker with others,) a world calming deal.'
Many,many a years ago;
Along the oceans billow
In an admixed susurrance blow
And unraveling the twilight shadow
A lone valiant bard lies-
Been there till the sand dries
And listened by the ocean's cries-
And slept by the shore of ocean's eyes
Many,many a years before;
By the time of tulips hoar
I heard a lutenist lore
To whom he played for
A lady called Anabel-
To whom his heart fell
To a lady named Anabel-
Yet far he couldn't tell
Many,many a bygone days;
On a day of summers haze
And the glistening twilight blaze
A maiden danced upon a rolling hays
Lulls and she lulls with a gilded lyre
O' her eyes of brilliant sapphire
Lo thither a flame or a fire
To be fair and be fairer; her attire
Many,many a time agone;
He sang a dirge all alone
To her,those mournful tone
Wilt the corsage once she own
And he sang a dirge at bleary noon
Smelt the freesia,whitish as moon
Quoth he,'await me I'll come soon
await me I'll come soon'
If life is to be fair
we would live many times
so we could experience…
dying of cancer at age three
having our heart broken at fourteen
trying out a plethora of jobs
If we only have one life
then life is not fair at all
It would not be fair to have Alzheimer’s
when others never have it
124.
But At Least
But at least I've just witnessed
That you have changed
You've tried to be fair
To those in despair
You've shown impartiality
To an enemy
Somehow my toils – suicidal, insane
Didn't fully fall in vain
There's no need to worry
Proofs never existed in me
And my “boom” party-protection
Just mere propaganda & opinion
Out of addiction
To watching television
No more reason to arrest nor abduct
No more bother to kill nor destruct
Time to close your Wako-Wako eyes
Time for both of us to rise
Though for me I'm still a Kapuso
My respect & trust are back to 2.
-05/23/2012
(Dumarao)
*My Painful Poems Collection
Rustic hints of shambolic yet magic shacks
Glints of silky footprint frolic tints the tracks
Mussel sacks demonic crab claw tussle cracks
No skinflint skimps sprinkles winkles & shrimps
Cockles twinkle the bucolic prawns the pimps
Shiny oysters briny gangster & milky prankster
Iconic lobster the mobster swish shellfish stacks
(Although to be fair for the heir of fancy flair fayre
The French care so much oui they say Fruit De Mer)
I want to know what brand of fake beef the cook
Uses for this feef stirfry.
Plant Pioneers -
They’re originally balls.
The feef in the sweet & sour is homemade.
I’m drinking a diet cola I didn’t buy here.
But to be fair, all that is left in terms of drinks for sale here
Is water.
To try make the stirfry & noodles last,
I’m writing & using chopsticks & writing.
I piled up the large help yourself buffet box as high as I could without food spilling on the counter,
But I am still hungry & have almost finished it -
It’s like cuddling a close friend made out of food
That will fall from my arms back into the Wok
So the food never goes cold.
Only in the lead up to Christmas can a food friend
Cooling into frost
Be friendly.
I’ll buy cold berries from the market for the Shoebox Christmas party.
& Even among soy sauce tossed broccoli,
There’s a place for plain cucumber chunks.
Having finished eating,
Imma sit here for another twenty minutes
& Order another buffet boxful if I’m then still hungry.
I am currently hungrier than when I started.
I should save some cola for the potential second portion.
Walking in the same routine,
feels so awkward,
feels so mean.
Expectations high above,
unreachable sights you want to love.
Will you walk me to my grave?
Society feels so brave.
Manipulation is the key,
let us hear and let us see.
Tearing hearts and blowing minds,
tiny bit stressful in such times?
My little puppet, don't you shine,
you will follow and I will guide.
Your future's written,
don't you care.
We won't allow you to be fair.
Weakness is the thing we lie,
don't you dare,
but won't you try?
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