Always thinking ahead,
as opportunity seldom knocks,
I'm still and always will be
pushing the envelope outside the box.
As what goes up must come down,
if I may have my way and say today,
airlines should sell seats by the pound,
the more you weigh, the more you pay.
History has shown (we've always known),
when American Indians he's among,
all the better to speak out of both sides of mouth,
white man speak with forked tongue.
As stress brings on distress,
employ mind over matter,
and dispense with the former,
to prevent the latter.
If God created mankind in his own image,
as some are straight and others gay,
was God therefore bisexual
or merely dabbling in shades of grey?
A well-balanced world would be bereft,
it can't be all right as nothing would be left,
and almost lost in obscurity,
its axial tilt of 23.44°,
is also known as 'obliquity'.
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.'
My thoughts and well wishes, to you dear
Sir' you are fair, and well balanced, why did
They incacerate you in there.' The sickness
In system, will cause its own demise, that is reality..And beyond all disguise.'
I am a most well-balanced kid,
so why did I do just what I did?
Flunked from pre-school for one ride
in a Red Ryder wagon on the slide.
True, I am an enterprising tike.
So, I strapped the wagon to a bike.
I charge a reasonable price (one quid)
for every ride and every kid.
When it was time to take a nap,
I told Miss Hot Stuff to shut her yap,
and cut her in on the action,
much to her satisfaction.
So, Mister Principal, my friend,
I propose a happy end.
I wouldn't want to see any trouble.
I'll take my place back on the double.
Living in a false vision,while creating illusions of bad decisions.In my past when my footsteps became ashes,I was stealing for others who really need it.I position myself in danger countless times for strangers with smiling faces who take advantage of kindness,weakness,and talents.But now that Im polished in my craft,Im well balanced surrounded with solid knowledge and display my wisdom that pays attention and listen before I solved them.With tunnel vision deciphering through the rumble and rewritten for those who gets misguided.Cause in my experience language is the true connection of us breathing,while others sleep and dream about living,manuevering through life in a empty body suit in flesh,that dont bleed or shed.Barricaded themselves in there own prison,even there reflection denies its own visit.Its ashamed many dont realize in life we have options to disengage derange or grab on tight to what feels right.I tend to go down memory lane,visualize those precious moments in the past,were all lies,giggles and laughs.But now that I found God,I disgarded my mask,to show my true demeanor and pave my positive mission everlast.
My days before were fulfilled daily,
No less and no more, well-balanced,
Blessed chapters and verses were faithful,
Cardinally, orderly--precedes and succeeds,
Until carpe diem claimed Mom's heart,
A reasonable necessity,
Her pain and suffering was addressed,
Age was hers and time was ours,
My son's carpe diem came,
Unexpected, caught off-balanced,
Did my best with my guard down,
I received my carpe diem long after,
Carpe diem was mine,
Yet I was no longer myself,
Realized a changed presence in me,
My heart was much heavier than before.
at the doctor's
There are days when I feel bereft of the people I knew
are all dead and no one is coming to take their place
there is a sense that I'm a waterlogged tree floating
in a sullied inland lake where bathing is prohibited
my nights are full of ghosts from the past visiting
when not awakened by nerve pains traveling up and
down my legs and the burning sensation telling of
the eternal flames of hell
I'm sitting at the diabetic doctor's office complaining
about the depression of pain I suffer at night
the man has an ascetic face, a real doctor, not a product
of a mother's wish to have a son with the title DR
You are keeping your sugar level well-balanced
which is good, your weight is right! (at this point
I pull my stomach in
As for your discomfort, you have to see this as a part
of your illness, I think he calls my pain DISCOMFORT!
He prescribes prescription for Insulin pens and tells
me my blood pressure is perfect, with that he sends
me away with a friendly slap on my sagging shoulder
Patty Lou said hello, I am cuckoo
then she giggled like it was a joke
I did not know what to make of her
my strategy was to avoid her
but we were on a bus trip
one night we were the only ones awake
we had a lovely chat for hours
my husband says I am nutty, she said.
I think you are pretty well-balanced I told her.
but she insisted she was a brainless airhead.
Her husband woke up and patted her hand.
He had a huge smile, I guess they liked thinking that.
Theres a gathering in Britain now, the concerned are active
They are determined and how.' To show to the world a
Healthy example.' In the balance is all freedom this is not
Just a sample.' The eugenists genocidalists are going to
Meet real faces, real humans; out active.' On swiss streets
Just well balanced humans, many intelligent and clever.'
And scoros can't buy them out 'thats from never to never.! Lets
Just get our minds, active and apply reason with logic.'
Alsol I think they won't let us down!!) As they bring this time a tonic!
All the proofs and writings, all the records of it to switzerland!
These warriors are sound! Though some facts will leave you soured, for in 1975 I have found.)
Gypsies could be' held as the slaves of any Swiss person
Check it out.' Read the Bible counter and count the lies' they are
Spreading to the world, no more falseness or running its time.' decide!
Pray! 'and to stand is the solution, and all' spread the news!
Wide and far.' Be prepared gather, to hear the (One voice) air some
Views.!
Through whatever, means they are proofed? Are they are getting tested?
I offer you' take the time; and freedom to choose.!
Safety, comfort, food and offspring
Is that all they need ? Could be!
Doggies bark, the birdies sing
Feeling happy, they can’t see
Anything that spreads disturbance
Evil species of wrong kinds
Cause it would disrupt concordance
In well balanced little minds
They don’t need minds fluctuation
Taking life without complaint
I don’t have such consolation
In the shrinking world I gained
Hard to boast about the mission
Of the restless human race
Who believe that competition
Is godsend, and fall from grace
much too often, in their faith
That the fittiest survive
And the weaker must obey
If they plan to stay alive
Wars and troubles, nations power
Tallest towers, I can’t bear
I am jealous of wild flower
As it grows without a care,
Living free, until some soldier
Tramples it by accident
And my world gets little older
In accordance that was meant.
All l ever wanted for you
From the day you were conceived
Was you to be at peace with yourself
And in yourself believe
I grew up with inner turmoil
Never feeling good enough
I did not want that for you
As life is way too tough
I believe if one possesses inner peace
Without turmoil internally
All else that is good in life
Will come naturally
You had a wonderful childhood
Were safe, secure and treasured
Supported, encouraged and so very loved
A life well balanced and measured
Now a grown man
Happy, fulfilled and kind
No internal battles or turmoil
Confident with inner peace and peace of mind
Is Tanka a poem
We the classless
seek no revolution only fairness
we like quality
a well-balanced diet
and cold German lager.
The stinking rich
one assumes they do not bath
can continue to pong
we seek no egalitarianism
only German lager.
We are a perfectly mismatched set.
We share contradictory alliances in Peace
We conquer complimentary foes in War
You quell the unnerving anxiety that haunts me
And I haunt the quelling worry that unnerves you.
My emotional lows keep your mental highs grounded, well-balanced, and sane
While your emotional ups grant my mental downs the conviction, confidence and trust needed to take flight.
.
May the discrepancies we harmonize bring the peculiarities identified by our inner circle
because they misunderstand
the eccentricities that keep us identically opposite.
We will thrive in eternal impermanence, blissful in our gloom,
satisfied with our greed
We are a perfectly mismatched set
I’m hot in a careless way,
Like a barn fire, or a stolen Mercedes.
I’m the B-side of a 45
That never got much air play
Except at the request of lonely girls
Sitting home on prom night
With thin slivers of moonlight
Slipping through their drapery
To caress their disappointments.
I’m an organ grinding gypsy,
A vendor of cognitive provocations,
Subliminal symbolism,
And academic totems.
My vagrant delinquencies
Have accustomed me
To settle my accounts
With handy lay about cash;
My ledgers are always well balanced.
So, when I need a little bodily love,
When I need a little bodily love,
Yes, when I need a little bodily love
I summon that sylvan nymph coven
Of nubile forest vixens
To witch their carnal spells
With dirty talk and tongue lashings
That cleanse my insecurities
And teach me the usefulness of emptiness.
Taking a head stand in a stand-off position
coarse necklace of boulders draped around her neck
Well balanced through bronze ankle shackles
from a heavy weight anchor ground into ground
Rosary too endless for desperate prayers to settle
suspended from lonely helpless unlimited chains
Nails oozing blood with razor-sharp thorns
inscribed into what was a fine cutting mind
Wreaths laid to rest crowned in salvation
confining time and space of remote aspirations
Bracelets jingles and bangles from unburdened prime
underpinned by primal desire and from Munch’s scream
Dangling ropes braided from heart sunken feelings
a traveller’s skilful reminder of knots holding firm
Life is a wheel and a circle and impermanent loop
and a coffin draped in flowers with nobody at home
02nd May 2019
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