Maybe the program isn’t just
on the TV or computer screen
but our minds are the static
between the senses?

Your reality is not what controls
your actions, for you’ve been
given many different roads with
different views and people to meet,
so you are the programmer building
your code that dictates your direction.

God gave us freedom of mind
meaning you decide how it goes
and what you do is up to you
so use it wisely and you will grow.

Design a program that functions
well that grows from the roots
of your dreams.

Don’t expect happiness for that
grows from deep within and your
ability to let go, and you never
had full control, for life was
here before you were born.

You are your own faithful friend,
and others come along the road
of life, embracing their own
tapestry of code.

©️ By Amanda Shelton

Today is a new day,
refreshed and clean.

Every second is a new,
it’s unique because time
is always moving forward.

It’s like a ladder with
no way down, you are
forced to go up, up, and up!
until your body degrades
into soil.

You are recycled into the Earth,
if you believe in God you will
live on forever in heaven.
So be faithful.

My love goes out to all
who suffer.

We as humans are built
to fight and survive.

We fought so many other things
and came out stronger and
smarter, that’s exactly what
is going to happen again.

This can be good because
this is how we survive,
this is how we prosper
becoming stronger through
the struggle.

What living being can make
vaccines, computers, cell phones,
and sew like we do?

We have a responsibly to keep
the world alive because we are capable.

© 2020 By Amanda Shelton

When I was younger I flew
the koop, no cage could keep
me from flying this *****
grave of doom.

Life came to make friends
with me, I agreed to stay.

It was great until the storm came,
it washed away the sunshine,
it drowned my mind in love
and pain, it stole my
jars of broken hearts,
it broke my wings and forced
me down, my chair became
the cage now I’m back to
being a slave to my health.

That’s life, you live and die,
you suffer and fly, you climb
mountains, float down rivers
and lakes, you surfe the
biggest waves.

In the end we end up in
the grave.

Don’t forget to breathe,
take longer breaths,
just take your time;
you’ve got unknown
amounts of time.

This asthma induced disease
we call life has no insurance
or warranty.

So live well and you won’t
go to bed regretting your
dreams. Don’t cover yourself
with the dirt from the roads
you’ve built.  Instead let go
of all regret go to your dirt
bed clean.

©️ 2020 By Amanda Shelton

Upon a beating breath a heart
is born.

Feelings and life pushes it
through strife, it learns how
to fear, cry, love and support,
it builds a stronger cage
within your chest.

It locks away loves first kiss,
it breaks upon the fall, it
heals and deals with bruised
memories, its reminded of
its place by the pressures
you embarrassed.

It expresses pain and stress
through the process of life
and osmosis.

It beats faster and faster
with every step you make,
it slows down as you calm
to rest and take a break.

At the end of the process
its stronger and smarter,
but still age helps decay
to take away its beating
breath, it weakens over time
as death comes knocking
on the cage door.

Life was welcomed but death
was not invited, yet it has
a key for death is part of
the process.

As the key slowly turns
all goes quite and peaceful,
death sat down as an
old friend would do,
leaning in to kiss you.

For a moment you are lovers,
life and death dancing together.

Life gracefully bows taking
deaths hand to walk into the clouds.

The End!
Fin!

❤️

© 2020 By Amanda Shelton

Upon my broken heart
you treaded and dug my
grave, you left my broken
pieces to rot within the
soils of our love, its our
lovers plot of forgotten
dreams.

When the winter frost
came to settle it became
my friend cold but consistent,
unlike you it never forsaken
me.

With your cold heartless
words you stabbed me deep
deeper still, as the blood
stained the ground, a reminder
of your betrayal.

I am left lonely,
the bruises ach
as if fresh from
yesterday.

Your sorry hurts deeper,
each time you break its
structure it gets weaker.

I never had time to heal,
before you take another
stab you stole my heart
and broke its trust you
broke the wheels and
threw the dust.

You left me in a shallow grave,
where I am trying to put back
together the broken pieces
of our love.

© 2020 By Amanda Shelton

Secrets are oozing from the
bowels of the earth, she quakes
and shakes her ***** for your
viewing.

Watch her take a bite from your
life, she’s older than your
great great great grandparents.

Her womb grew for us, opening
wide devouring those who die.

She’s got six feet
long legs, a chest bigger
than mount Everest, and
hair as long as the
Nile River.

Her depths are the deepest,
her valleys dip deeper too,
her girth is wide and she
has sapphire eyes and
diamonds grow from her thighs.

She’s screaming for help,
but no one hears her cries,
for you’re all blind and deaf,
it’s a merciful whisper burning
steady and fast through out the night.

She slowly takes her last breath,
releasing a deadly ghost from
her past.

Oh Corona, oh Corona
shall we sing you a song
a proper fair well?

Oh Corona, oh Corona you’ve
over stayed your welcome,
no one invited your virus
or your dime lit eyes.

Such secrets came free
as the sunsets upon your
ocean eyes, the beams
carry a dream of peace
and love. It’s up to us
if we do her right.

© 2020 By Amanda Shelton