Every day it just gets more and more embarrassing, smh. The sad part about it is, the grass was gray (dead and withered) the first time, yet somehow people still believed gray grass was gonna somehow turn green the second time around. Truth be told, it is far worst. We are in Total Disarray! Like for real, how many signs of stupidity can you ignore? Smh. We really are the Weakest Link and the Dumbest Link. Barnum & Bailey at its finest.
With that being said, keep your seat belt buckled, cause every day we going for a ride.
And every day is like a malfunctioned Waymo car, running wild and loose with no order, no structure and no sense of direction.
All I can say is wheww chile! When this circus show comes to an end, there’s going to be sooo much to do and undo… like literally, SO MUCH!
life is but a tangle
and it matters...
that reality is 'knot'
rather than a 'matt-tear'
len
The days I didn’t know about hope can never be undone.
But now I know her as closely as I used to know depression.
Those old hopeless days become more embarrassing as time goes on.
When I believed that the harmful habits that used to protect me-
Would protect me forever.
Although those days cannot be undone-
Maybe those memories can be reformed.
Even though I may never thrive-
At least I will no longer be condemned.
Someday I will forget that I am altered.
Someday all the people who know I am different will have dissolved from my life.
Except maybe my family.
I will continue to become more inhibited.
Until I start missing that part of me.
Then one day that will stop.
And I can undo a tragedy that used to be mine.
Can’t Undo A Done
Written: by Miracle Man
11-10-2019
Our choices are never do-overs,
Once past, they’re etched in stone.
While we may get second chances,
We pay for bad judgment shown.
Reckless decisions are made each day,
Which may result in scant or plenty.
But each choice had a diverging side,
And “hindsight is twenty-twenty”.
If we’ve taken advice from a friend,
And their choice became our load.
Though abstract ideas may interface,
It’s unclear,“until the rubber meets the road.”
But one thing we’re assured of,
Life affords us no dry run.
So get it right the first time,
Because you can’t undo a done.
A lad who could take what was dished
Found a girl who did as she wished
So when she sat down
To take off her gown
All of his hopes and dreams were squished.
To undo what was done,
to find again what was gone,
must the fury of fire and flood
demand the shedding
of innocent blood?
the undo of the past is the,
undone of the future
undo into the past is,
undone into the future
a undone universe is a undone future
a undone universe is a undone of a undone universe
undone is undo into a undone future
undone is undo into a undone universe
time is undo by time
time is undo by the past
time is undo by the future
time is undo by space
space is undo by space
space is undo by time
undone by space is undo by space
undone by space is undo by time
the future is undone by the future
the future is undone by the universe
the future is undone by space
the future is undo by time
the future is undo by a undo future
I’ve been forsaken by the threshold
that renounces me from your arms-
Left barren in an azure existence that
we should be living together as one.
Only the few grains left in our indigo
hourglass can relieve this cruel fear.
It is midnight and I am surrounded
by abandonment as Orion and his
cobalt shield bestows the depth of
the black hole’s infinite darkness.
For the sky is falling and remorse is
calling us…
to ease our debilitated weaknesses.
So, I walk this sapphire universe facing
all the nothingness the gods offer - and -
I am indebted to you for this blue love.
Blue Poetry Contest
Craig Cornish
January 8, 2019
Undo me like you would undo a a tightly bound hour
with fingers on the handle moving forward ever near
take me in your rapture, seduce but do not capture
bring me to the forefront of what you hold most dear
undo me like you would undo ...one precious hour
Am old fashioned you dare say,
But am I as guilty as to inherit the title.
A handshake is modest enough to make your acquaintance,
I reserve hugs to those that go with me way back.
Did they tell you am scared of the dark, I like taking my girl out into the open.
You don't drink, so do I, what else do we have in common
Get this from me first hand,
I don't promise that which is beyond my reach, I have sisters and karma knows it.
I belong to a cult you see,
we believe in the after life, if the words happily ever, come before the after.
We live and let live the booty behind you, take note of the untapped grace that layeth beneath
We hold our heads in disghust, when our daughters showcase what their momas gave 'em
Don't get any Ideas it ain't like that, love is skin deep, infatuation is a boy band's prey.
We are the battering ram to all things despicable to the eyes of God.
But then again, who are we to judge
If I could go back,
and knew what I know,
I’d change a few things,
and shake up the flow.
I might go to class,
be where I should be,
Say and wear what I wish,
And only be me.
Ignore the ignorant,
hold dearest friends close,
Respect authority,
never stick up my nose.
Have love and compassion,
a watchful mind,
Keep ears wide open,
and always be kind.
Harbor a strong heart,
let others be shared,
Make sure I remind them,
that I always cared.
So, if I could go back,
and knew what I know,
I might change a few things,
and see where it goes.
Ever
Just for you
Love
Lord
What srubs a soap rub with panache
And stops cleansing acts that won't wash?
For Lady Macbeth
Having planned Duncan's death
Great guilt hands her plans the kibosh
(Another classic example of undoing is the cheating husband who comes home with flowers
for his wife after the fact. It doesn't wash off)
scared and alone in a world unknown
trying to stay happy,
trying to stay strong,
but it's hard when everything is wrong
i lay in bed alone covering my ears
trying to escape my fears
trying to block out the cries of a man once so strong
but nothing worked
so i destroyed something so beautiful
tearing, mangeling, sobbing
nothing in the world could stop me
finally i stoped and sat in what was once something so beautiful
and i had realized what i did
but it was too late to undo what i had done
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