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Growing up to fast and coming of age

Growing up to fast,
Coming of age. 

Both about maturity but different

One witnessed something they were not supposed to see, while the other saw when ready

One forced to be a man, the other gradually becoming a man 

One having a parent who would mentally abuse, while the other has two amazing parents

One having to work hard just to get a tiny bit of affection or recognition, while the other does not need to try

Growing up to quickly and Coming of age both involve maturity and growing up but are they really the same?

Always Up To Something

Always gliding across wood paneled floor.
Always dancing right by the bedroom door.
Always squishing cookie shaped stress ball.
Always bouncing off of the guest room wall.

KNOWN TO THE UNKNOWN

I was well known 
When I was alone
 
What was the necessity for you to come into my life?
To mess things up with no sign of strife?

You were the sweet dream that made me sleep a little longer
You have become my nightmares that made me a sleepwalker 

My happy world is broken into bits and pieces
Am I able to find the crumbled slices?

What were you thinking when you made all the promises?
Didn't you realise there will be so many obstacles?

You are ready to hop on new relationship 
That makes me think was I the only one who was sailing on this seaship?

You left for happiness 
Why am I sinking in sadness?

My mind is still testing my capacity 
I'm trying my best to touch harsh reality

Customer

The proposal 
Was a postal
Verded, nouned
and decisive
Told to a family
Of peoples
Humored and
Decisive
Tanks like ponds
Our Giant Prawns
A District
Countisourre 
A taste fresh and delicious 
One a seafood lover
Couldn't ignore
We propose in business
A site to construct
And build
A marvelous facility
With freezers and trucks
and skills
People Oh people
Your talents to create
A Product for
Millions
Where there is millions
To make
Internal and external
The environment we
Do care
A Product for
Smart people
A Product for profit
To share
Healthy and delicious 
Tasty fresh and real
A unified front
Together in love we
Reveal
Customer and consumers 
You have been put first
Our best is
The Worlds best
There is no such
Thing as our worst
Keeping the customer 
Satisfied in the
Business of Satisfaction
Only an unscathed man will
Tell you this

Up To Speed

In a race on the savannah
fleet of foot is the cheetah
at up to 75 mph
no animal can beat her
and with a top speed of 50 mph
lion is the second fastest cat
tho' at
38 mph a leopard can't change its spots
the lion can do that
cubs are born with them and later lose
to become lion spots have-nots
an ostrich third place will land
at up to 43 mph
if it takes its head out of the sand
tho' cheetahs don't have racing stripes zebra do
(Burchell's, mountain and Grévy's)
but they're no boon for at 40 mph
they're only 10 mph ahead of a yellow baboon
however no matter how fast they all run
none can beat the speeding bullet
fired from a hunter's gun

STAND UP TO YOUR HATE

For years now I have tried to understand your hate…
to find the cause…the reasons…
the source from where your anger originates.

I’ve tried to understand how much pain and suffering on others
you are willing to impart and to ignore.
I’ve wondered when and how you began to hate
everything that I sand for.

I’ve often wonder how you sleep at night…
where do you find your joy…
when so many things that mean so much to so many
you are willing to destroy.

I have seen and felt the pain of your hatred…
oftentimes I grieve…
When simple logic and years or scientific study
you are unwilling to believe.

But I have come to the realization I cannot explain
this hatred that has permeated our land….
for how do I explain something I will never understand.

So I will endure your anger, your prejudices, your enmity
if that is to be my fate…
As I stand up proudly and fight for…everything you hate.

I will do my best to stay resolute, courageous, unshakable and strong
and let history decide which one of us is right
and which one of us is wrong.

It's Up To Us

“Each day drifts to our pile-
            pray, it's stamped with a smile.”
                                 _by Poet 
Each waking day arrives as new-
it's up to us how well it ends.
What lies between really depends
on how we choose what we should do.

Must think about the day's value;
how every hour is used- portends
each waking day arrives as new.
It's up to us how well it ends.

We're happy when the day stays true,
accomplishing whatever lends-
to peace of mind, our choice attends.
Then face tomorrow with the view-
each waking day arrives as new.

I'm tired of the way the ball always bounces

I'm tired of the way the ball always bounces,
and of gaining pounds while only eating ounces,
tired that for every one step forward, there's two steps back,
and that my glass is always half empty because of the crack,
and tired of that poetry teacher ~ who my name perpetually mispronounces.

Live Up To This Time

Even if you don't achieve the desired result
It doesn't matter
Because the greatest happiness in life
Is not in what you possess
But in the process in what you pursue
Remember the fragrance of flowers
You can live up to this time.

looked up to you

i once looked up to you
a child only seees things through
inocent eyes
i looked up to you even afer what you did to the woman i was a reflection of
i looked up to you even after the bars closed where youd rest your head
i looked up to you when for some reason i had to walk past you pretending i didnt know you
I looked up to you even when youd pass me that joint
i looked up to you even when i would through up from the bottle you passed me and told me to have fun
but i stopped looking up to you when the white line you so graciously passed me filled my nose 
and the pipe would pass from you to your friend who caressed my breast and you didnt flinch
i stopped looking up to you when your knees whould hit the ground so you could find that invisible rock that Definitely did not hit the ground 
i stopped looking up to you when my life was no longer existing to you and i had to care for my sister.
you turned on me when i fought so hard to never turn on you.
i stopped looking up to you when you became a grandpa and we were sent out in the cold because the rock on the ground gave you more love then you wanted

Look Up to the Sky

Look up to the sky
And question what you see,
For there are lines a plenty,
Where lines ought not to be!

Waking Up to Drop

Grandma goes for her coffee,
whilst grandson keeps his eyes shut…
—Quote by poet

waking up to drop
into the sandman’s beanbag
sheet shifting with sun

Surfing Up to November

Deep November,
a shallow time, nonetheless.
The snow is high packed with a cryogenic
amnesia.
Not yet dawn,
a sunken bed
muffles rising thoughts.
An eyelash of cognizance
flits across
thawing synapses.
Then the elastic nature
of sleep and wakefulness
snap alive!
November is howling still,
like a stray dog it scratches at my window -
wanting in.
For a while intelligence is a thorn in my paw.
Outside of the brain, November
is the same,
the darkness is still deep,
and friable as charred bone,
yet by now I am a candle flaring,
a flicker and gleam
within a neuronal time-machine,
and mind-surfing
on an ever-cresting awareness.

Holding the mirror up to the Truth

Holding the mirror up to the Truth
By Michelle Morris
05/01/2024

I'm decent and I'm kind
I do my very best to help others
In any situation, I'll rise higher
Ensure that God's grace and mercy is covered

But I am still (only) human
I can forgive but won't easily forget this
Because the trauma and hurt goes deep
I feel it more because I'm an Empath on Earth

You might think I am only Light and Love
But remember that I'm a warrior too
God sent me here for a mission
To keep holding the mirror up to the Truth

So, do what you feel you must
Say those words that cut and bite
But, don't stand there in stupefaction
When I get up and walk out of your life

© Michelle Morris, 2024

Soar Up To The Sky

Written: December 13, 2023
          ____________________________________________

If the ocean's water
were used as writing ink for pens
to write down our words of praise
the ocean would eventually dry up
before it might be put in writing.

evil will triumph 
if the righteous remain silent
Inner defect causes blindness
success depends on action
stand up and do what
you realize is right 
 
raise exertion level
a smidgeon suffices 
to allow notions of impetus
you can then sleep well
your pick is akin to lacerations
requires precise timing
curious but uncertain. 
blind attrition is pointless. 

reach for stars
obtain an aerial view of the world
wave farewell to the land
live easily a prospective granted by
you are misusing beauty
greet the passing clouds.

forsake worries and avert your gaze
fear is a foe you must overcome
soar high and be wise.

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