When you measure something once, it doesn't always go the way you fully expected. Nor was it how you solely intended for its very actions to not solidify your commands very nicely, either. That's exactly why you need to measure those very commands twice, or else those very actions (which became the dreary outcome beyond both your own expectations and how you never intended it to go the exact opposing opposite way you truly "not so wisely" measured it, the first time). All this isn't as solidifying or even unifying when you shed the costs of the simple mistakes that turn into even more dreary outcomes! Either ahead of time, or entirely beforehand. (Since sometimes the most basic mistakes of our very actions towards our very messy commands, shows we perceive the outcome ahead of time, instead of taking it easy once and a while to urge our decisions beforehand...just in case.) You need to make utter sure when (the next time comes around) too measure things twice...from NOW ON!
Actions, commands, outcomes... There ALL the same for why it doesn't make ANY difference at all...when all you need to do (the next time comes around) is too measure things twice!
Mispronounced chaos sways With its ellipsis misplaced And taking away Its own verdict That was left displayed Its own hole Grown From displacement Carrying concrete Like broken shoulder blades Mispronounced Mismatched Deteriorating outcomes Commonplace is then found In its unity Disuniting it all
Words turn to flesh Fabricated by the many times you wished For another daughter to exist Utmost confession in its midst I know your darkest secrets. As Wild eyes have seen, what wrongs you have entailed in Another life will hear of acclaimed achievements But the truth grows all fruits And roots are always true. So be wary in how you choose To treat a human as equal as you. For Patience knows how, to play along too.
Pilot through my everything See what envy has taken Mold closely the wrongs and rights of trying And say what you see fit to be accomplished But never stoop below your own silence And stigmatized failure as a lost in denial But corner hope and stay strong For what has been done Will be done again. And even though memories carry debts Pilot on through everything Make triumph in what society condemns And build the future in acceptance
Tired souls are brave Despite how sedated life has wailed Cleansing sins that weigh down on our feels Leaving only an image of what one wishes to see But prudent are our hopes Of never being below a sinking hole As time reflects upon our silly ways And preposterous are the blood that makes us whole.
Giving sense to what life holds We seek out love from rotten souls And ******* at the results we hold
You got big dreams Full of sight and visions that never die With heavy doubts you fetch until its time To say it was worth your every fight I respect thee For many have said to be the one But never shown how struggles have run To reach a line, shaded in disguise You got big dreams My little one.
Happiness mocks at strength Building thin, concepts of a friend Dreaming wild an outlook of life But filled with anger of whom one must deny. I’m not at lost in a changing world But strained by how much I’ve giving to all. Soon bravery will out do its call And insanity shall uplift what I’ve lost Only then shall respect know it’s home And favour never what comes unsure
I have seen the scorn of womanhood Felt the seclusion of motherhood Visualized the feelings of being misunderstood But through it all, I have been left to doubt The peels of life and every strip that dies.
And with time as keeper of my embalm future I’m left to discern what more I can take From family and faith.
Neglecting patience of how fast hope can play And Residing in the calmness of my past at stake