it showed an utter disdain for the conventions of such an event that they would not toe the line like the others they proffered none of the standard shoulder-dipping sidestepped shuffles nor the exuberant failing of arms that have come to be expected of "good" dancers those overused staples that accompany such predictable song choices outdated and enjoyed only ironically this dance could not faithfully manifest their truth
they danced not for that unnoticed peripheral audience but solely to tell a story to one another instead they chased cavorted and capered with piggybacks and fireman's lifts arms-spread spinning they became fireworks their bodies exploding apart pulled together breathlessly slipping and stumbling without a care leaping shoelessly from place to place from song to song ending always in each other's arms
Most individuals aim for speculative wealth, these linear channels are paralleled in others when taught to gain a greater sense of self. If we continue to grow grouped as a collective, are the surroundings around you yours alone. Priorities are often lost in the process of reformation claimed through phased stages and good fortune is drawn in multiple forms. Step aside for an instant to question contempt and observe at your own mixed objectives, foreseen in the dreams of who you want to be. Not visions of anarchy or set enforced orders but a better balance of autonomy in between.
annoyance, I was branded due to my flamboyance joyance, connected to divine i am clairvoyance I swim to the shore from the sheltered deep I swim to the top to feel the sun’s heat anything in hopes I do not repeat the way I felt under you, the way you painted me so blue and alone a throne in an empty castle a never-ending mental battle me versus your voice embedded in my head I travel to the nearest chapel to rebuke you I unravel in my travels to run away the problems return day by day no amount of drugs and buds will resolve the problems just seem to evolve with every folk and wind in the road with every smoke and grind blown I gotta face my own reflection, deflecting blame rejection, embargoed in shame protection, from you and your games
patchwork girl dreaming piecing together the scraps of silk frayed ribbons of broiderie anglais the tears of velvet darker than midnight squares of sackcloth hessian made to scrape against skin both thick and paperthin
patchwork girl sewn together with a golden thread and a needle finer than hate embroidered edges with floss spun by spiders from clouds of dreams, flower thoughts, starwonders and fragile pockets of maybe hidden beneath morning dew stitches all lose, then too pulled too tight
she is together she is all fallen apart the soft shape of a doll the tender shape of a girl
hold her, not an armful of scraps but something precious, one of a kind couture
Born as one, will die alone, but what may come in time? A loner for eternity, perhaps a clever mind Might turn into a brilliant thinker or a thoughtful soul We watch the journey of lonely men until they fade and go
At best a man is on his own, where he can touch the sky For what he wants to be in life, he’ll find the wings to fly To wisdom and awareness To love and even happiness
But what if the herd closes in, guided by one mind It shares a common cause not slightly challenged or refined Just follow the leader Reckless, the screamer
Common sense is greater good but only if a sense Is powered by a single mind and not by all his friends Cleverness is quickly lost in expanding crowd Sadly, most common senses are those that are most loud
The power of the masses should never be denied Shouting in a crowd is bliss, but please don’t lose your mind You’re still an individual Please, be the individual
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Life is a game An odd one, Elastic rules, Different editions, Some slight variations Here and there In packaging and content.
It is a game In which nobody wins And nobody loses But everyone Is nonetheless a player.
Yeah, you have To think of life as a game: Nor because it is always fun Or because you can Score some points. Forget the scores, forget the rules. Those are the ways To try to stop playing.
But life is a game That you can play Observing what happens to you And push yourself A bit further Than you were before. Try not to be ahead of others Or ahead of your time Or ahead of whatever Someone thinks you should accomplish: Be ahead of yourself From time to time You will find yourself A better player At your own game.