Phil Lindsey
Phil Lindsey
2 days ago

Death dressed up for dancing
In a tan sport coat and tie,
Not invited to the wedding, but
It was someone’s time to die.

The bride and groom were beautiful
As brides and grooms would be,
Few knew that she was pregnant,
In several months there would be three.

The best man was a long-time friend
Of both the bride and groom
He was drinking fueled by jealousy
Because their wedding sealed his doom.

Bride’s Mom and Dad, long since divorced,
Said, “Hello”, but didn’t smile.
They both cried as their ‘little girl’
Walked slowly down the aisle.

Groom’s parents laughed and danced and drank,
But both hid things inside
His Dad was filled with cancer, and
His Mom despised the bride.

Grandpa sat in his chair alone,
Except for the oxygen tank
The young pretty much ignored him,
So he just sat and drank.

Bride’s brother disappeared a lot
He insisted he was fine,
Then he snuck off alone again
To do another line.

The wedding party partied hard,
Paid the band for one more set,
All filled with alcohol and lust
How much drunker could they get?

Death walked unseen among the crowd.
He had yet to pick his date,
Lay his hand upon a shoulder
And seal the doomed one’s fate.
Phil Lindsey 3/27/17

You make the call!  Who do you think is Death's date?

When you look at me
Just what do you see?
Do you see someone beautiful
Loving and free?

Do you see an intelligence
Witty and smart?
Or someone creative
And gifted at art?

Or perhaps, perhaps,
Perhaps I'm a failure.
Maybe I'm stupid,
And ugly, and bland.
Maybe you hate me.
Maybe everyone should.

Or maybe,
If you hate me,
I'm misunderstood.

Even if you love me
If we get along
You still might not,
Likely don't know me at all.

#love   #hate   #misunderstood   #mystery   #me  
Timothy hill
6 days ago

Transduction, she was of power towers above a world with unlimited

Eltric mood either or kind of style.

You and me forward no back wards.

Center of a pulse are nozzle pours freely.

Warriors of time always on her side.

Molding reason, and never waves of good bye.

Failures only occurs when guilt gets its way.

Minds think minds blink so how or why do we age.

Age is not meant into death.

Think of death as a whole with bits missing.

Drinks are funny-ly spelled to mandela effect possibly.

Diet sodas for instances die t.

Die is nighters or resume of false death.

"Die is actually, dimensions is every thing.

When you think of a flower in full brilliance and color.

It glows green, and pink in certain growth stages.

Female the word is made in the same purpose.

Fe is iron on the periodic table.

Hence the word female strong male.

The metrics of life.
#love   #life   #mystery   #soul   #kind   #grit  
Mar 21

Little king of sun toasting petal,
Cups the air with swirling wings
Flashes, flurries of wetted trials,
How you drink of nectar singing,

With invisible wings let whirring,
So robed in arc of rainbows' sky,
Even lofted mist of morn stirring,
All the shaped air, a moving eye.

#mystery   #nature   #beauty   #grace  

Isn't mystery and excitement what we all want?
It's what I want

I want to laugh till my tummy hurts,
Kiss till I can't feel my lips,
Fight till all we have to do is make love

I want a piece of passion every day,
A piece of love,
And a piece of chocolate

I long for power and loss of power,
Games, but still safety
I long for openness and honesty,
Authenticity and approval,
Sex, lust and pleasure,
Love, passion and betrayal

I want opposites, yet the same
I want both, and still just one
I want him, but her too
If I'm making any sense, is up to you.

#love   #kiss   #life   #lust   #mystery   #sex   #erotic   #chocolate   #opposites   #excitemeny  

I can’t shake the feeling
that when I look out into life,
life is actually looking in.
Peering into my mirror eyes
to find out where it’s been --

to see itself and understand
the ways in which it lives
as a universe consigned
to the confines of mere mind.

Willingly it dons this brute disguise
of soft and shivering skin.
To realize its deepest truth inside
life creates forms to go within.

J.M. 2017

Look outwards and feel the exceptional, heightened awareness that surrounds you.

We live in a time where people forget their family ties.
On pursuit of a new look.
We forget our friends birthdays until it pops up on Facebook.
Complaining is a new way to get through the day,
and we deny that we feel not so great.
Keeping real friends is a complex campaign,
and we look away when passing a new face.
The past can be held against us,
No matter our accomplished steps.
We wake wishing for luck,
and go to sleep in a mess.
We forget our own hearts.
We let our heads cloud our time.
People beg for loose change.
People walk right by.
Others give them a chance, to stop begging and work.
Some gladly accept.
Some stay in the dirt.
This life is a test. Please stand by.
The answer is not death.
The question is not life
We live in a time where people forget their family ties.
On pursuit of a new look.
We forget our friends birthdays until it pops up on Facebook.
This life is a test. Please stand by.
The answer is not death.
The question is not life

#truth   #life   #death   #mystery   #answer   #debate  

Spectral in heaven as climbs
the frail veiled moon
So climbs my dreams

So yesterday in father's  exquisite garden
where crystal water's flowing, flowing
flowing from an adorned goddess fountain
and amongst lovely flowers blooming
blooming, blooming, blooming

i inquire of father, my father whom i adore
my loving father, the king of all dreams
daydreams,  night dreams and fantasies
and such

Father, from whence does dreams come?
and he explains this mysterious mystery
Of little messages from muses eluding
more than some,
dream messages so mysterious to me

And my father the king of all dreams replies,
"All dreams love, my child whom I adore
are designed from a fine misty mist
As pure as pure and as fine as fine can be

Caught betwixt dimensions of timeless time
and heaven's fine pure line of divinity,
As any fine misty mist is purer than pure
and finer than any of finest sunlight
you see

And like sunlight slips through our grasp
yours and mine my dear you see,
such is our dreams and such is time,"
says father, "betwixt reality and infinity

Dreams of every origin and means my child
dreams of light and dreams of darkness
are spun only by mysterious dream weaver
Dreams are yours and dreams are mine
dreams are everyones"

And so contemplatively, i inquire of father,
"father, now i'm more puzzled than ever,
how does dream weaver spin so many dreams?"

And father replies, "an interesting question,
my child, and one I must ask dream weaver"
and still i am puzzled

#dreams   #mystery   #muse   #journal   #messages  

I like the idea of solving mysteries
But also the idea of being one.

Sparkling, shimmering, shining..
Tortured, pleading, and full of sadness.
Each unique and full of beauty..

Quietly screaming,
Intensely studying,
Learning, yearning, burning.
Searching for a new depth.

     speak in silent glances.

Open and yet, unseen,
Unable to make that connection.
Disengaged and detached,


     encapsulate blind words.

The profundity of the mystery,
Lined with a silver band,
Bright and vibrant..

Forging, Pushing, Striving.
Constantly evolving.

     whisper secrets loudly.

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