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DElizabeth Jan 5
january 4th.
DElizabeth
Jan 5
it's january 4th
& the sky had never been more baby blue.
it's january 4th
& my love for you is as pure as the frosty tips on the blades of grass in the morning.
it's january 4th
& the parking lot seagulls turn this buslting city into an intimate warf off of the coast of some state...
it's january 4th
& it's the beginning after an end.
it's january 4th
& this weather makes me simultaneously want to go walk in the woods, exploring all the parts of this town i have yet to find beauty in and wrap myself in a blanket in bed & never leave this house again.
it's january 4th
& i hate the bitter winter wind burning my ears but i walk my dog in it anyway because she loves it, and i love her.
it's january 4th
& there are so many dragons i have yet to slay or even know what they will be or when they will come for me...
it's january 4th
& i am trembling. i shut my eyes tight, & curl into a ball...praying for sleep to overcome me...
it's january 4th
& i can't wait for january 5th.
& the sky had never been more baby blue.
it's january 4th
& my love for you is as pure as the frosty tips on the blades of grass in the morning.
it's january 4th
& the parking lot seagulls turn this buslting city into an intimate warf off of the coast of some state...
it's january 4th
& it's the beginning after an end.
it's january 4th
& this weather makes me simultaneously want to go walk in the woods, exploring all the parts of this town i have yet to find beauty in and wrap myself in a blanket in bed & never leave this house again.
it's january 4th
& i hate the bitter winter wind burning my ears but i walk my dog in it anyway because she loves it, and i love her.
it's january 4th
& there are so many dragons i have yet to slay or even know what they will be or when they will come for me...
it's january 4th
& i am trembling. i shut my eyes tight, & curl into a ball...praying for sleep to overcome me...
it's january 4th
& i can't wait for january 5th.
AiR-Atman in Ravi Sep 2019
The 4th Factor
AiR-Atman in Ravi
Sep 2019
There is a 4th Factor on earth
It controls our life, it gives us birth
It is beyond what man can know
It has laws that manage the show
Man thinks there are factors three
With a saw he thinks he can cut a tree
To him, the doer, the equipment and the act
Are enough to create any impact
But then sometimes, he blinks and thinks
The sails were fine, yet the ship sinks
They did their best, captain and crew
But the results didn’t happen, that is true
And still does man do his best
He puts every effort of his to test
But he is sad in the end to find
That the result that happened was a different kind
Why is it, then man does think
What stopped his desire? What made him sink?
It should have happened, why did it not
Where he wonders, his work got caught
Then he sees there are factors four
Not just three that he thought before
There is a 4th Factor he knows
That controls all results, it clearly shows
Despite man doing his very best,
He can’t understand what is the test
Till finally the 4th Factor he knows
He surrenders, he accepts, with it he goes
Why is it that we try but cry?
It did not happen, we question the sky
We do not understand how this Power acts
What are the laws, what are the facts?
The 4th Factor is a Power, of course
But how it works, nobody knows
The only way to live with it
Is to trust, to accept, to surrender to it
This Power is not ordinary, that we know
It’s the Cosmic Power that runs the show
With it the world goes round and round
And there is justice on the ground
We are helpless puppets in fact
Without it, we are nothing in the act
It is the Director that produced this show
We just come and then we go
We want to be happy, don’t want to be sad There is a way for us to be glad
If we want to live with joy and peace With the 4th Factor, it happens with ease
In the 4th Factor we must learn to trust
This power is fair, this power is just
We must not question, we must not ask
Why do we worry, why do we fear?
Why the misery, why the tear?
If only the 4th Factor we know We will truly enjoy the show
It’s sad that in ignorance we do live We live in greed, we do not give
We are anxious, jealous, we worry, we hate And never reach the happiness gate
We must do our best and then let go
To the 4th Factor that manages the show
A new way to live, we must not miss
You may of course be the best actor But you can’t beat the 4th Factor Every day
on earth you will see Whatever will be, will be, will be
It controls our life, it gives us birth
It is beyond what man can know
It has laws that manage the show
Man thinks there are factors three
With a saw he thinks he can cut a tree
To him, the doer, the equipment and the act
Are enough to create any impact
But then sometimes, he blinks and thinks
The sails were fine, yet the ship sinks
They did their best, captain and crew
But the results didn’t happen, that is true
And still does man do his best
He puts every effort of his to test
But he is sad in the end to find
That the result that happened was a different kind
Why is it, then man does think
What stopped his desire? What made him sink?
It should have happened, why did it not
Where he wonders, his work got caught
Then he sees there are factors four
Not just three that he thought before
There is a 4th Factor he knows
That controls all results, it clearly shows
Despite man doing his very best,
He can’t understand what is the test
Till finally the 4th Factor he knows
He surrenders, he accepts, with it he goes
Why is it that we try but cry?
It did not happen, we question the sky
We do not understand how this Power acts
What are the laws, what are the facts?
The 4th Factor is a Power, of course
But how it works, nobody knows
The only way to live with it
Is to trust, to accept, to surrender to it
This Power is not ordinary, that we know
It’s the Cosmic Power that runs the show
With it the world goes round and round
And there is justice on the ground
We are helpless puppets in fact
Without it, we are nothing in the act
It is the Director that produced this show
We just come and then we go
We want to be happy, don’t want to be sad There is a way for us to be glad
If we want to live with joy and peace With the 4th Factor, it happens with ease
In the 4th Factor we must learn to trust
This power is fair, this power is just
We must not question, we must not ask
Why do we worry, why do we fear?
Why the misery, why the tear?
If only the 4th Factor we know We will truly enjoy the show
It’s sad that in ignorance we do live We live in greed, we do not give
We are anxious, jealous, we worry, we hate And never reach the happiness gate
We must do our best and then let go
To the 4th Factor that manages the show
A new way to live, we must not miss
You may of course be the best actor But you can’t beat the 4th Factor Every day
on earth you will see Whatever will be, will be, will be
A spiritual Poem By AiR
L B Jul 2018
July 4th Memories that Last
L B
Jul 2018
An early evening gust
broke the back of the day's blaze
Still 90 degrees at eight
in orange haze
Sweat runs down my neck
Through the gorge between my *******
The wind lifts my linen shirt
runs its hands along my sides
reviving memory
of Forest Park
of a blanket in the grass
Where the pines trace
so many faces
Crackling popping kids
stolen matches, running
screaming victorious!
Blowing tin cans up with fire crackers
Bicycles, sparklers, fireworks at dusk
That whole afternoon
I spent hammering caps
Noise really makes us kids
really
especially
annoying
Mom wants us out!
Gone! All of us!
No needs. No excuses!
No cookies! No slices of bologna!
“No more Kool Aid!
Out now!
Out!”
That evening I tried
to dismiss the itchy sweat
of stupid-sister-Suzy-matching-sun-suits
at Gino's family picnic
When some kid
(I don't know?)
between the rigatoni and the sweet corn
Some kid
tosses a sparkler
into box of fireworks
I don't know?
whether to cry or laugh
I was pretty scared
Rockets going off across the lawn
and onto porch
Craze of colors through the trees
Some at eye-level horror!
But the sight of Aunt Nedda
diving under picnic table
Stockings, garter belt upended
Capsized beyond her caring
of uplifted dress
Some images just stay with you, ya know?
July 4th always lands for me
on a firework's ***
broke the back of the day's blaze
Still 90 degrees at eight
in orange haze
Sweat runs down my neck
Through the gorge between my *******
The wind lifts my linen shirt
runs its hands along my sides
reviving memory
of Forest Park
of a blanket in the grass
Where the pines trace
so many faces
Crackling popping kids
stolen matches, running
screaming victorious!
Blowing tin cans up with fire crackers
Bicycles, sparklers, fireworks at dusk
That whole afternoon
I spent hammering caps
Noise really makes us kids
really
especially
annoying
Mom wants us out!
Gone! All of us!
No needs. No excuses!
No cookies! No slices of bologna!
“No more Kool Aid!
Out now!
Out!”
That evening I tried
to dismiss the itchy sweat
of stupid-sister-Suzy-matching-sun-suits
at Gino's family picnic
When some kid
(I don't know?)
between the rigatoni and the sweet corn
Some kid
tosses a sparkler
into box of fireworks
I don't know?
whether to cry or laugh
I was pretty scared
Rockets going off across the lawn
and onto porch
Craze of colors through the trees
Some at eye-level horror!
But the sight of Aunt Nedda
diving under picnic table
Stockings, garter belt upended
Capsized beyond her caring
of uplifted dress
Some images just stay with you, ya know?
July 4th always lands for me
on a firework's ***
"Caps" are little red rolls of gunpowder dots, originally made to give a snap to toy guns of the 1950s. We figured out that by layering them and using a hammer, you could get a bigger crack.