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A newfangled philosophy
Modernistic

There are people
who
look at
An
Elephant and a Mouse
But
Can’t tell
Which
one
Is
Stronger


Have you seen the picture of
An
Eagle
Sweeping in
To
Eat the
Mouse
Yet
The mouse
Stand up
Flips the bird
at the
Eagle
Last defiance

Sometimes in life,
That’s all we can do

Inspired song
1) Roxy 3 eye of the Tiger- Survivor
(official video)
YouTube
BLT Webster’s Word of the Day challenge
Newfangled 8-23-24
Attracted to novelty of the newest style or kind contemporary, modern up-to-date modernistic
 Aug 24 Mary Huxley
Zywa
I came for support,

but he doesn't know what to say --


He is at a loss.
Novel "The Sandcastle" (1957, Iris Murdoch), chapter Twelve

Collection "Unspoken"
Laughing till he cries,

The veil of suffering slightly lifted.

Tears and laughs,

A heart that won't die.

Seemingly happy,

He gets to cry.

Laughing and joking,

Tears of suffering come along,

His heart thanking,

His soul praying

More of this,

Don't you let us die.
 Aug 24 Mary Huxley
Khoisan
Swim the seven seas

learn from pain against the grain

every mistake -
I stand on the banks of yesterday
Watching moments slip away
Like leaves on a river's gentle stream
Lost in the current, a memory's dream

In the depths, I see reflections of you
A fleeting glimpse, a heart that's true
But like the water, you're gone from sight
Leaving me with just a fading light

The river flows, a constant beat
A reminder of time's relentless repeat
Moments lived, moments lost, moments dear
All swept away, leaving only tears

Yet, in the flow, I find a peaceful place
A sense of surrender, a gentle embrace
For in the river's heart, I hear a voice
Whispering wisdom, a heartfelt choice
memories, and longing
 Aug 24 Mary Huxley
Lyla
Ache
 Aug 24 Mary Huxley
Lyla
Shadows of summer
Leave a mark upon my heart
As they grow longer
Sunny days are rainy days
Going over to storms
And the thounder roars
Lightning the only light

Standing at the Edge of life
the mourning wind, tries to push me over
but I stay strong as an willow
I'm the tree, that doesn't break

The falling rain Turns into a river
The water current becomes wilder
It tries to pull me down
But I'm the Willow, that won't break

The lightning strucks into the other trees
And the fire Breaks Out
Ash and smoke surrounding me
But fire won't get the tree

The storm it grows
Ripping Out the Forrest trees
It still tries to Break me
But I'm the tree, your worst enemy

But at one day
The sun came Back Out
The storm is away, the water drained
I'm the tree, that will stay 'til the end
life is like
when you're
a little kid
and you
discover that
there is more
than twenty-four
crayons in the box
that there is
the possibility
of forty-eight colors
of sixty-four
of one-hundred and twenty
that there are
so many shades
of love and anger and peace and despair
and absolute bliss
and the ability
to express them all
are now
in the palm
of your hand

life is
colorful
beautiful
thought-provoking
lovely
soulful
heartbreak­ing
inspiring
and absolutely wonderful

every day is
a new sunrise
a new chance
to transform into
the butterfly you
want to be

go out there
and change the world, kid

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