Any-
one's sane inven-
tory contains exact-
ly seven hundred and thirty one ax-
felonious monkeys waving hatchet faced playing cards around
as if
they had a good
vocational training
spool of massive yarn bards stacked with fun brain
splatter at their wastefully
toxic
disposal.
We are co-empathically wealthy,
at least potentially,
because our universal
polypathic polycultural
polyphonic engaging communions
polyvagally biosystemic
co-arise individually polynomial values
Healthy
when egocenters become re-sourced
re-centered
re-created
resonant with sacred transparent meaning
rediscovered
in secular vocational purpose
co-passionately healing
Co-intelligently restoring
bicamerally re-storying
dialogue bilaterally communicating
binomial heart-felt compassions
more than swollen anthro-elitist
dispassions
Of Truth exhaled
often engaged in deep listening
for integrity's potential Beauty,
Synergy's promised Trust,
Harmony's impassioned echoing
timeless Thrust.
Four X Four
Talented, mind blowing, stunning
Dareesh maar Khan cunning
Heroic, jolly, scene creator,
Producer, Director, chief editor
Serious, funny and vocational
Committed, concerned and educational
Flop, bottom and Top
Start, End full stop...
Note. Professors don't follow motivational speakers.
Lesson. Maps can only guide those who can read them.
Oh! How great our existence is only a rolling ball,
We're birthed to
Cry by self at birth or forced to cry.
Suck and dependent,
Start talking and mingle,
Crawl and dependent,
Walk by self or force to walk,
Dine and eat on parent's bill,
Attend schools or go vocational,
Graduate and work,
Search and date,
Wedding introduction and marriage,
Or decide to remain single,
Enjoy life or otherwise.
The stage of total independence.
Religious or diabolical,
Ruled by greed or selflessness,
Give birth or barren,
Grow gray and agile or weak,
Then several symptoms set in,
Get from children or being totally ignored.
Back to the total dependence,
Suck from the past fruits,
Weak and die,
That all mourn and cry.
Vanity upon vanity
All is vanity so says the wise.
I’ve always been a hard worker,
I wonder how often I overdo it.
Thinking big and dreaming large,
It’s my life and I’m taking charge.
The only people in life to succeed,
Are the ones who dare to dream.
Believing in myself is the first step,
However, doing it is another step.
Nothing anyone’s working towards,
Is obtainable by gripping the floor.
Every goal in life is obtainable,
Whether it’s personal or vocational.
Must be willing to engage faith,
No matter the time of the day.
Believe in myself and in my heart,
I’m stretching out and touching stars.
Dressed for comfort and play
worn blue jeans
signature red jackets --
as red as the distinctive tricots
of revolutionary Bastille days --
their slide whistles shrieking
their drums booming defiance
chanting slogans
blocking rush-hour traffic
echoes of 'Madame Guillotine...'
These school-teachers
turned performance artists
torpedo sincere, generous proposals
to further the educational
and vocational prospects of
360,000 public school students
The place where your butterflies flitter
free in the meadow,
licking the ambulant stream,
the dew from life's vessels,
perspirant milk of purity honey-
Bursting from out of the seams.
The shine of the little fluttering-Bearcat,
pillar of change,
for seasons changelings stage buttering.;
In that; constant, source of inspirationing,
constantly in ironys schemes.
Vacation on vocational vexillology,
Vocation-vacationing
in the spring.
I hope you always find yourself a wonder-pleasuring.
A pleasure in-wondering at home in the free of bond.
But never in singularity.
Never reeling, never changing.
Always becoming to the laeity of the des-parity.
A Carrier to Carry-On.
Jack awoke in his usual pain, un-
daunted by it. We're all gonna die
someday is his morning mantra these days.
Isolate the variable, anything
you do to one side of the equation
you gotta do to the other. Practice
zen, eat less, an empty belly's holy.
These are the rules for old men waiting.
On the other hand, attachment to self
and to things to do. Clean the house, watch for war.
Count syllables, teach English to immigrants
from Slovakia or Syria.
Advocate vocational education
in the schools. Jack has much to do, a new
administration, low social security.
He goes slow as the day will allow.
I once aspired to learn masonry
At a Vocational School near by
Al and myself were a little older
But we both were giving it a try
Most of the rest were into horseplay
Wasted time by our calculations
We'd get away from the rest at lunch
Talking about our aspirations
Our teacher would say, "Use this knowledge"
"As a stepping stone for all you need"
Work smart not hard, and soon you will find
This is the way that you will succeed!
During that time we became good friends
Though both quiet, we had much to say
Not knowing that within a short time
Diabetes would take him away
I went to this school to learn something
With masonry I did very well
Though it didn't stay very long in my life
I'll never forget my good friend Al
The beautiful Spring is here with barely time left remaining,
but mother nature has decided Spring is only good for raining.
The Summer is arriving and you won’t see me complaining,
this year I planted lilies and peonies I’ll be maintaining.
From my wonderful mother chartreuse hostas I’ll be obtaining
from the lovely garden in her yard; her nurture I’m gaining.
I shall nourish fresh veggies and continue great sustaining.
We’ve decided this year the old picnic table we’re staining,
and with our level and sand paper we will be surface paning
so that we may have family and friends over for entertaining.
In my Church I will be doing some Summer vocational training
to help the homeless and needy who are weak and waning.
Yes, it sounds like my Summer will be tiresome and draining…
but like I said before you won’t ever see me complaining.
May 22, 2018
Through deep silence one can learn the proverbial charm
Let us sound the alarm through words in time
To wake in sullen yet sudden ashes break in daylight tar
The sorrowful we are;
A promise that was made in the dark has come into its fullest of light
Shadows proned in twilight caged fury
Humility
Shaded Pine in decorated adornment solution
Viable degrade of cloven asps in want
Shadows proned once again in desolation
A break an a long awaited vacation,
Through the days of the dull in silence we wait
In vocational we deal we clever shades of grey
Falling apart at the seams
We wait in viable means
Humility
Not many have it yet so many need to grasp it's concept
A challenge to be set free is a question in time?
Humility
Two-digit growth rate
Is essential for
Least developed countries
To come out of
Vicious circle of poverty
Within a short timeframe
But it’s not the only precondition
For higher standard of living
Of the people
Since if a LDC achieve
Two-digit growth rate
But its majority of people remain poor
The country is considered
Under-developed
Therefore
The LDCs should try their best
To eliminate unemployment
And pseudo-unemployment
As much as possible
And as soon as possible
Moreover
The LDCs should establish
Enough educational institutes
And vocational training centers
In order to meet
Requirement of skilled laborer
In home and abroad
Do you remember the day,
You were born,
Ridiculous you may say,
But surely your memories,
Got taped from sometime later after your birth,
Normally it is after several years,
Till the time you became capable of independent act,
Yes do you remember your first failure or success?
In whatever you sought,
And the events associated with such defeats and triumphs,
Most childhood are in majority happy,
Our tapes correspond pretty much,
With events small and alike,
As we turn for vocational pursuits,
It is said we have taken on the responsibilities,
Now count one ,two,three and four,
How many happy hours have you spent,
You could count honestly very finite hours very quick,
Now count one, two, three and four,
Hours you have remained perturbed and plagued,
It would take long for the count,
For your entire life would be with them abound,
You could also add monotony hours,
To either category,
And arrive at life’s accounts,
If happiness was your object,
Did you get it in full?
No and definitely no you would say,
What went wrong ,where, when and because of whom?
In post facto you know,
But now your life is almost spent.
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