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Laurent May 2016
Don't be discouraged
Its hard to take courage
In a world full of rage
Shining through
True beautiful thoughts
Against hearts so darked.
Coconut Skins Feb 2015
Congratulations!
Today is your day.
You're off to Great Places!
You're off and away!

You have brains in your head.
You have feet in your shoes
You can steer yourself
any direction you choose.
You're on your own. And you know what you know.
And YOU are the guy who'll decide where to go.

You'll look up and down streets. Look 'em over with care.
About some you will say, "I don't choose to go there."
With your head full of brains and your shoes full of feet,
you're too smart to go down any not-so-good street.

And you may not find any
you'll want to go down.
In that case, of course,
you'll head straight out of town.

It's opener there
in the wide open air.

Out there things can happen
and frequently do
to people as brainy
and footsy as you.

And when things start to happen,
don't worry. Don't stew.
Just go right along.
You'll start happening too.

OH!
THE PLACES YOU'LL GO!

You'll be on your way up!
You'll be seeing great sights!
You'll join the high fliers
who soar to high heights.

You won't lag behind, because you'll have the speed.
You'll pass the whole gang and you'll soon take the lead.
Wherever you fly, you'll be the best of the best.
Wherever you go, you will top all the rest.

Except when you don' t
Because, sometimes, you won't.

I'm sorry to say so
but, sadly, it's true
and Hang-ups
can happen to you.

You can get all hung up
in a prickle-ly perch.
And your gang will fly on.
You'll be left in a Lurch.

You'll come down from the Lurch
with an unpleasant bump.
And the chances are, then,
that you'll be in a Slump.

And when you're in a Slump,
you're not in for much fun.
Un-slumping yourself
is not easily done.

You will come to a place where the streets are not marked.
Some windows are lighted. But mostly they're darked.
A place you could sprain both you elbow and chin!
Do you dare to stay out? Do you dare to go in?
How much can you lose? How much can you win?

And IF you go in, should you turn left or right...
or right-and-three-quarters? Or, maybe, not quite?
Or go around back and sneak in from behind?
Simple it's not, I'm afraid you will find,
for a mind-maker-upper to make up his mind.

You can get so confused
that you'll start in to race
down long wiggled roads at a break-necking pace
and grind on for miles across weirdish wild space,
headed, I fear, toward a most useless place.
The Waiting Place...

...for people just waiting.
Waiting for a train to go
or a bus to come, or a plane to go
or the mail to come, or the rain to go
or the phone to ring, or the snow to snow
or waiting around for a Yes or a No
or waiting for their hair to grow.
Everyone is just waiting.

Waiting for the fish to bite
or waiting for wind to fly a kite
or waiting around for Friday night
or waiting, perhaps, for their Uncle Jake
or a *** to boil, or a Better Break
or a sting of pearls, or a pair of pants
or a wig with curls, or Another Chance.
Everyone is just waiting.

NO!
That's not for you!

Somehow you'll escape
all that waiting and staying.
You'll find the bright places
where Boom Bands are playing.

With banner flip-flapping,
once more you'll ride high!
Ready for anything under the sky.
Ready because you're that kind of a guy!

Oh, the places you'll go! There is fun to be done!
There are points to be scored. there are games to be won.
And the magical things you can do with that ball
will make you the winning-est winner of all.
Fame! You'll be famous as famous can be,
with the whole wide world watching you win on TV.

Except when they don't.
Because, sometimes, they won't.

I'm afraid that some times
you'll play lonely games too.
Games you can't win
'cause you'll play against you.

All Alone!
Whether you like it or not,
Alone will be something
you'll be quite a lot.

And when you're alone, there's a very good chance
you'll meet things that scare you right out of your pants.
There are some, down the road between hither and yon,
that can scare you so much you won't want to go on.

But on you will go
though the weather be foul
On you will go
though your enemies prowl
On you will go
though the Hakken-Kraks howl
Onward up many
a frightening creek,
though your arms may get sore
and your sneakers may leak.

On and on you will hike
and I know you'll hike far
and face up to your problems
whatever they are.

You'll get mixed up, of course,
as you already know.
You'll get mixed up
with many strange birds as you go.
So be sure when you step.
Step with care and great tact
and remember that Life's
a Great Balancing Act.
Just never forget to be dexterous and deft.
And never mix up your right foot with your left.

And will you succeed?
Yes! You will, indeed!
(98 and 3 / 4 percent guaranteed.)

KID, YOU'LL MOVE MOUNTAINS!

So...
be your name Buxbaum or Bixby or Bray
or Mordecai Ali Van Allen O'Shea,
you're off to Great Places!
Today is your day!
Your mountain is waiting.
So...get on your way!
Everyone needs some Dr. Seuss in their lives.
preservationman Mar 2018
White House shake up goes beyond
Media is carefully looking upon
The blinds have been tightly shut from open to close
Investigations upon investigations in expose
Yet it is a wonder I suppose
The Secretary Of State was told to step down
A quick replacement that immediately found
President Trump is running scare
Questionable scandals needing to clear the air
The White House Administration is becoming a reality show
One by one, it seems everyone is being let go
But it looks more like the Apprentice show
Media has been following the White House all along
Yet President Trump calls Media Fake News that doesn’t belong
Yet the GOP finds no wrong in the Russia and President Trump collusion
But that is the GOP’s own conclusion
Special Counsel Mueller is still in charge
The GOP seem to think they are large
However, there are many problems no one can seem to solve
But somebody has to get involved
So over and over again, the White House becomes the open door of revolve
Things at the White House are heating up more
The more the White House assembly’s, the more continuous in investigating in explore
President Trump wants the spotlight off and ignores
An end is matter of when
Eventually, there will be an end.
JP Goss Oct 2014
Pretend pretend-pine at a ponytail
And feel this kicking heart
Stronger than the last
Stranger to sit in view of class.
Ah! Comfort in obscurity
Nestled in the corner, darked
but to glass and passing time.
In there, my head, the songs begin
Of lips of Siren, no fear of wrong
I’ll stay righted to and from
Capreae, and meet the mind and face
Of elegance not reflected in the water.
If this lens be infinite
The aethers usher out a sigh
Second only in my own.
But cursed coldness and mock clairvoyance
Had lit a blonde in my vanity
And cast out front in my vicinity—
Oh! Woe to shrugs of dependency!—
Somewhere blown leaves turn to seedlings
As to this aspect I am kneeling,
Fair fall will turn to spring.

Lashes emerge from one fair ear
Casting her gaze, perhaps back here—
A cough and noise what could it be
What disturbance is at of me?
Oh, now I feel the dreaded “L”
Whatever that could mean
Which only its binate twin could quell—
Two gentle abysses pass in their cursory
And all conflagrated, two passions at ends!
Now begins the heavy labor of siding
In both and achieving neither.
Wellington Smith Nov 2015
The silence is deafening,
Its calls cold and threatening,
The black and the quiet,
Silences the soul on a riot.

The silence is deafening,
The noose is slipping tighter,
The silence makes you wish,
You were a doer, a lover, a fighter.

You live in a world of your own,
Of parties, fame and no cares,
A life you know you'll never have,
Full of things you'll never dare.

But, alas, hope,
It shines like a beacon in the darkest distance,
The white light that lights up your life,
And burns, it burns inside you,
It burns through you,
The light of Hope shines through you,
It guides you on paths untrodden,
Unmarked,
So you may save others from the darked
Lora Lee Nov 2015
She couldn't explain, how---
after the vast crawl
through the
Arctic tunnel -
at one point too dark
to even
cry mercy--
how, suddenly,
moonbeams emanate
upon the ceiling of ice

"Drop the ropes!"
she calls back
and the ice pick echo stops
Her team's eyes lifted above
candles snuffed
flashlights out
for along the glistening rock
a colorburst of illumination
ancient dancing patterns
flickering archipelagos
and she cannot understand
why all eyes
are suddenly on her…
just pregnant silence
without explanation

She only knows
That there is
a coolness
in her solar plexus
where heat once burned
when a private sort of hell
used to flicker and churn

Tendrils of light
reach out
"It's ..me" she says, astounded
For she had just been pulled
from the jet-darked skies…
as the dusk
gets  electricified..

and now
she floats
like a dance floor goddess
lost in
rhythmic paradise
whose switch for joy
has been flicked
to ON
PABRO Mar 2019
They said,no avail
No better for you
Just because your life is hell
Or ,you are out of fuel.

The heavy words you lift
they have made you  
A good craft lifter,
See now,you are painted bright colours

You never ever anticipated
You were dimmed like light
they wanted to see the darked
Side of you but you were the twilight

And the star in their lives
Now they have started
finger pointing see what you have become
You are now a recognized institution

To them, to the entire nations
Don't think its an image of imaginations
Their is a battle of incantations
They made in an absence of light

Before you,
or rather before me either before  the nation
They said you're nothing
You can't do anything

Just see their tummies
Oh-oooh, they are now fries
Who were saying
Just quit and do something

Often they're now scared of you
Merely a single time
They never trusted you
Because you were looking same

No more shading tears,
You're a fully time grown up man
Continue changing the gears,
to reach were they never reached before."

"it only takes a step
things to get better in life. "
That was my daily quote for you I had.

They lied themselves,
because their eyes were bricking so fast,
the prediction of their colours turned brown to rust,
so they failed to test the sweetest so fast

they never ever thought
You will be honoured by the people of the nations.

"Remember,you have just set a light in their lives."
Aditya kumar Jul 2019
I feel alone
In the sea of emotions
I feel alone
Being surrounded by categories
Various Variations and varieties
In the world of worries
I feel alone

Traveling like a corpse
Without any objective
Diving deep
In the ocean of thoughts
To get a one
Which be held by me
Imprisoned by them
Still alone
No one to hold my hands
And pull me out
Of the sea
Which drown me down

I found a star
Sparkling in the dark
In her eyes
I found a scar
Scar of fear
Encounter of darkness
Making her eyes heaven
On earth
Emptied by the soul
But overflowed by love
Darked upto core
But dazzling the life of others
In the joy of giving birth to a smile
On the face of me

But still
I feel alone
PatrickHertveld Aug 2018
Our last damp
Erased in tears
On our darked window
Blind for each other
Tomorrow, all in sorrow
Lawrence Hall Jan 2018
If Sneezes were Horses, then Beggars Would…Sneeze, Probably

O man – what art thou? Thou’rt not mighty
Clingingly pathetically to a Kleenex box
Instead of wielding a conqueror’s sword
Lifting patent medicines, not wine, to thy lips

Thy sneezing and wheezing will not win thee worlds
The book unread though open in thy lap
Thy darked-orbed eyes unseeing and unseen
Thy wretched, reddened nose – all is despair

And snot that runs in foul, polluted streams
O man – thou art little more than Nyquil-dreams!
Krison Oct 2018
The failing flight
Of tribulation
the half fight of a gradient
Roads
That dip in
Gradually

The Little times of hurt

It, the road
It speaks

"Come and find us free".
"You be only half the way"!

For that is of it's course

But this pray I never be
The loss of rage
I've cleared a Path

An unobstructed trail
That I might to follow
Yet stubborn I to head
Lessons trepination holds

With least regard to caution

So lock and step, to and fro
Let it be and such it was
On tip of toe I follow


So mighty a callus made to faulter
By the glass that cuts the
Soul


This is my mighty reconning

Yet i still to follow

With no regard to Pain
is a pact
I dare not shake

I've That Path and Pain

With pity not to know.

So, Pity for tomorrow
While on and on i go.


Mighty thee my Foolishness that make for me a bed lies

Never to me, with truth in hand
Discarded and unwanted
Recourse for only the unclean desperation born of fears

The wailing of the things once
Owned

With a will of darked tone.
Chris Nov 2019
A light-darked etching
A simple-minded fledgling
Sketchings in time life's testing

I am apart

Bravery to fight
Never to prove I am right..

Stalwart as a bulwark..

Stark with my heart..

I am rarely right.. I'm up every night

Never to prove I'm right.

But to prove sometimes.. You are wrong..

We all have moments
Seconds really..
Moments to cherish and moments to fear

All along right or wrong, wrong or right..

I know you're fed up as are many..

So fight

Seek and obtain enlightenment despite judgement..

Lockdown your light..

Make it yours..
Drifton A Way May 2020
Brimming bulbous clouds of coffee begin to burst
Dimming glinting crowds, quenching sin’s thirst
They waited so long, wondering if they’re cursed
Now a Caffeinated song, rains as joy is dispersed

Ideas are sparked,evolving epic indistinct chatter
Light was darked, but people are still just matter
Mathematical Molecules make up a matrix batter
They will modify our souls, just to make us fatter

The lazy are easier to control, like a worker bee
Just crawl back into your hole, and watch a TV
It’s a show about a raging bull, parting a Red Sea
The game’s fixed, horns are dull, illusion of free

The world has gone awry, only the corrupt lead
The poor wonder’s why, they continue to bleed
Economy at all time high, we can only succeed
Quarantine our souls dry, with toilet paper greed
You’re ****** if you do? Well then we better not, just quarantine and chill with that new pfizer Netflix pill.

— The End —