Striking fists ready to rumble & take defense
spiking soup with ginger makes more sense
beets ruby & golden broth brews perka pink
defeats all hatred, unlike you, lento is my ink
Brain waves flow against pessimistic energies
flames grave slow sink in my ocean’s synergies
[sigh] I’m not like you, I embrace what’s different
I let your unordinary mind unfold, until it isn’t
Just stop thinking about it,
Don't bother losing yourself to it,
Stop getting your mind overclouded
Don't overthink about it.
Past's not gonna change
Present's in your hand,
Future's awaiting you,
So does it take that long for you to realise;
Time always flows like river,
Everything that you wrote in sand of time,
Now flies, all erased.
Heartaches and smiles never will fade
Cause this present will become the past
So don't rewind back in memories
It's time you stepped out of the past , grab your present and run towards the future.
Take all the twists and turns,
It's fate, following your addicted brain,
In its fabulously misguided taste,
To that unordinary life you seek.
Time will record your past,
Actions will define your future,
Don't worry about the leap I am taking,
Cuz I feel like I am losing myself ,
Losing my mind,
Losing my mind,
But I love this wild ungrounded feeling,
Of losing myself to the unforeseeable future
I watch the glow of my joint burn out
As I find a new way of dreaming
Beneath the stairs.
I keep the jester’s hand on the end of a chain
Around my neck
And strangle the promises made by the heavens
And I the buffoon bought.
Now I just stare outside the window
Through the eyes of a cold
as ghosts
Drift down river
Then are gone.
Maybe it was the Nyquil
Somewhere down the avenue of memories
Where SROs still stand
one can hear
!
!
!
Shouted from a window.
Just goes to show that love is a speckled egg
That doesn’t hatch angels or devils
But ordinary voices
Of unordinary men
Or women.
It’s the voice of the
Naked heart.
God's Purpose For Me
By
Tom Wright
9/8/98
God, occasionally reminds me,
that my life is not about
Getting more to store,
but about caring and sharing.
Not about personal greed,
but others need.
That I will never be blessed beyond
what I'm willing to part with.
That ordinary people,
are often His catalyst,
as He does unordinary things
In the lives of others.
It is through His chastisement
and my obedience,
that I am elevated
to greater heights
in Him.
Cheese & jelly sandwiches
Straws for short grilles
Pickled feet cannibal's refuse to eat
Frozen snow in your bowl
Dandelions greens I'm hypertension hold the fat back please
Winger washing machine
Candles burning on both ends
When you done dreaming
Wake up screaming
A lance injected a sword slices
Cuttings variables potato salad
What does all this mean
Don't eat food's out of the ordinary???
10/18/17
Written by James Edward Lee Sr 2017©
Left, alone with the heckles I lie
unordinary daydream gone awry
dumped and dented while putrid
painted gardens lost sight me,
just south of nothing this night
Gone, the nerve of ending it all
flash~back hear blackbird's call
writing drips as crimson bleeds
hearts stop to take in the scene
pages tossed in a failing breeze
Left, alone with the heckles I lie
just right of the truth dancing off
yellow tongues of political prose
smelling like a rose, I do suppose
all is known as hatred slowly grows
my reflection shines in the mirror ever so sweetly
leaving a reminder of my self of who I am not
and I question my self monthly daily and weekly
of why I am one who still hasn't forgot
cause it ain't temporary
or beneficiary
and if you try to run away it'll chase you down....scary
so many words define you like you are a dictionary
I guess that means that you are part of the unordinary
Treason Reasons
Concreted cracks, abandoned train tracks,
unaffordable housing built like shacks.
Unplanted seeds gardens of weed,
never having enough to satisfy the greed.
Unseen view, is the sky blue?
Goodwill bought unlaced white shoe.
The frontyard seat on ol' bucket street,
cool air doesn't help that kind of heat.
Battles kill, unordinary run of the mill,
another happy mailman undelivered bill.
Where is our morality? What is our deal?
living here in the now is such a reality kill...
bmdavey@
02/24/16
My love, my love is here
Waiting
Here,
Under the stars
So far
We stand here and I look into your eyes that smile at me
My light bkue eyes sparkle through the week
And I smile wide
My, oh my, if they only knew what I hide
You're my best kept secret
Take me in your arms fantasy love,
I think of how I must need this
Afterall it is unordinary to lone
I gently fold my hands in prayer and to Him I can give all of me
I cry at His presence
So overwhelmed at His love
He is so gentle yet strong
My first love
I have returned
UNORDINARY
bizarre
you live
so far
away…
ajar
strange
this page
so pale
out of
range
odd
this poem
weirdly
rough
shod
unexpected
astonishingly
unordinary
remarkable
man
© Kim van Breda—13 November 2015
The ordinary toothpick fills the needs of mankind
With a pick, pick, here, and a pick, pick there.
A little piece of stick with no holes, handles
Cords, plugs, tops, bottoms, insides, or batteries.
You little piece of stick, literally at the bottom of the totem pole.
Probably preserved in a bottom drawer in the dark rusted hull
Of the Titanic at the bottom of the sea; you little unwanted stick!
You little piece of stick, colorful, glistening, and perky sticking
Out of a pig-in-a-blanket on a party boat that’s floating
Off the Boston skyline, then slung; I said slung like spit
Into the cold murkiness that keeps the ship afloat, the party going
And the hors d’oeuvres handed out. Or, is the ship clunking about
On millions of discarded toothpicks?
All hail the toothpick.
You ordinary little piece of stick, or maybe,
Unordinary!?
What is this I see?
A family of 30 so close as can be?
Between the ages of 13 and 18,
all huddled together in a sanctuary.
Listening to a man teach from a strange book in his hands.
He talks of a man who was hung on a cross to save all man.
I see this “family” at school
even though some are supposed to be “cool.”
They walk together,
they eat together,
they help each other,
and love one another.
This “family” stands out of the school crowd in such a weird way
that no one understands but feels rude to ask why it’s that way.
Walk through the halls you never see one that doesn’t smile
even though you don’t know they go the extra mile.
This so called “family” is a body of Christ
that so many can plain see.
This “family” may not be so unordinary to you
but look deeper into these hearts of many.
We love God and we show it daily.
Justin
Unordinary, caring, vivid, young
Son of man uncaring, child of a woman always staring
Lover of ideas abroad, the world, and the beauties around us
Who fears the eyes of those who judge, the items of death, and the loss of those loved
Who would like to see the world, the ancient cities, and infinite cosmos
Resident of Clarksville, Tennessee
Street
With my majority years long spent
I oft look back at life searching out what if's;
The decisions made at life's critical moments;
What if I had left, instead of staying?
I think of those I pushed from my life,
And others that I simply allowed to leave;
Some, I wanted to remain,
While some chose to stay, some chose to go,
And a few left and returned.
It is these who cause my heart to rejoice
Because it gives me a glimmer of hope
That they saw something in me worth returning for?
I understanding rehashing past decisions changes nothing;
Could I have been a difference maker in life
Had I chosen another path?
Perhaps not, but God often uses ordinary people
To accompluish unordinary things;
The path I have traveled in life
Has brought me to the spot in which I stand.
I love, and am Loved, and that my friends,
Makes me one thankful man.
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