#aspects
A responce, to a TV Preacher, justifying war:
{I had misthought my initial mission, I keep my peace.}
But I thought,
What about you being no man's enemy,
and no man's debtor,
but any man's friend,
when the friend is asking to share my just enough.
I believe, I think,
Just enough, is always plenty to share, some times,
that stranger already missed a meal, and you've missed
not even a snack, in weeks, years, perhaps,
what worth to you your last piece of money,
at that moment, here's the test, tell yourself,
do the right thing, when you have the chance.
Become the base line good, for you, steady,
building piles of settled little ****** beasties
what done give all the life each had, to add a bit
of bubbly possibility, as to what it is to know,
made up your good mastermind, and put it on,
be like, you, when you
were worth dying for, let the bubble
bear the word of peace for the blink of an eye,
we can make Jesus wink at all you never knew.
--- now, ask why you feel so lost, listen
good
we came to do today, say, look ye hear, I done
my gig, I did, and some shall someday swear, I did.
Instant poverty, nearly anywhere,
from the womb, boom,
the weight is maddening.
Instant riches, not so tough,
depending
on the defined worth in values
of the cost to fix the problem, messed up to start with,
Goddammed faulty knowledge acquisition application.
Snakes alive, we were to be so wise.
Run this by me again, said the judge. You
believe that life is given to be used… some duty,
to perform, which means living is free, but happy
costs money, in the form of time spent doing things,
and you personally leave being likely your duty
is to make peace by acting like a snake?
That's right, your honor, due to your perspication o'my
cautious wish to be harmless as the enemy doves,
as well as a little bit literate, for the future
writing or reading, yes, reading pays, testing retention,
what do you know about life and the universe,
if you know **** Feynman said life was worth 64, before
we were told the wrong question computed 42, with
everything included.
Something never computes, Will, Robin's son.
Oct 26, 2023
Oct 26, 2023 at 8:08 PM UTC
and the more or less aspects
become you as chosen
Oct 28, 2020
Oct 28, 2020 at 11:30 AM UTC
#*
Whom to preach
Who am I to teach
When my lessons
From yesterday’s chapter
Remains unfinished
Tempered in a skillet
The mustard seeds crackle
Subtly add flavours to the veg-stew
De-skinned and split, added as preservative, flavours the pickled mangoes
Longevity
I wish I wish I wish
Last of my wish, to be true
Would be everyone’s happy wish
To come true*
✨✨
Sep 5, 2020
Sep 5, 2020 at 2:08 PM UTC
I am not a really fit
dude who can take
a super anime hit.
Even though, I
have a great gift
that lets me
write a bit
I don’t expect
my words will
change ****
I am smarter than
most humans,
but this brain I have
won’t solve the world’s
problems,
won’t beat
the greedy goblins
that I meet.
I can make people laugh
but I know that
is not uncommon.
So, my greatest aspect,
or so
I suspect
is my gentle disposition,
desire to show respect
and above all else
be kind.
Aug 18, 2020
Aug 18, 2020 at 10:29 AM UTC
Hard lines, sharp edges
would like to wash the harshness away
My maturity nudges me to stay
to breathe and
face these aspects
You are not me
yet I feel like I'm blowing away
A large deep breath
as I remain and allow
I walk and move
shifting energy around
Heavy focus dazed in and out
I allow myself
I open now
I feel myself challenged again and again,
but I remain here
present, staring
you straight in the eye.
My creation
buckles under my gaze
it tries to play games
but it cannot sustain.
My stomach churns,
skin chilled yet burns
But I remain.
Here, observing
Never truly fading
Burned away
in a fiery haze
yet
I still Remain.
Jul 15, 2020
Jul 15, 2020 at 5:36 AM UTC
Collect the bones of the poor,
And let there bones build
the walls to keep out
the retches,
the undesirables,
the different.
And then realise that the wall
contains you.
For we are all poor in different aspects,
be it dignity,
be it humility.
Be it the virtues that make us who we are.
We should never look at another as divergent,
for we are all apitamy of
our own diluted reflections.
Everyone is insolvent in the walls we create,
We just have to learn never to build them
in the beginning,
and realise we all take the same footsteps.
No one walks differently from another in life journey.
May 25, 2019
May 25, 2019 at 6:08 PM UTC
Gather me upon the wind,
so I may whisper words
of serenity.
Gather me upon the ground,
so I may feel the footsteps of
another's life.
Gather me upon the waters,
so I may wash within the
memories of teardrops.
Gather me upon the embers
so that I may warm upon
the thoughts of others.
We may gather for many reasons,
different aspects of the same
wanting.
But we all have that moment in life
where each one will touch
our lives.
Mar 5, 2019
Mar 5, 2019 at 9:57 AM UTC
The soft glow of my skin
The warmness of my smile
Beaming for all of you.
The sarcastic smirk upon my face
and the bite of my ruby lips
Shows for no one but you alone.
For them, I will give
my excitable nature.
My witty responses
and my songs of joy.
For me
I will give
Myself.
A true nature
A genuine look.
Do not take pity for me
as these personas hold deeper meaning
They are not facades.
They are all part of my chameleon soul.
Sep 26, 2018
Sep 26, 2018 at 3:09 PM UTC
and then she said
i'm going to touch the stars
and hold the firelight so strong
so that even when the sun
folds up sunken in decay
i will hold its lost burning
amidst my sullen dismay.
Sep 1, 2018
Sep 1, 2018 at 9:31 PM UTC
The veins of the earth, the rivers flowing,
the aspects of you filling my spaces.
Jan 25, 2018
Jan 25, 2018 at 3:08 AM UTC
Mama said I was a miracle from the Lord above,
Conceived from a soft embrace, gentleness, and love.
Tied between two intact heartstrings,
I was their perfect little epitome of everything.
There I was, held together at the wishing well,
Brought down from heaven, but born in hell
Unto the stranger things in life that we look back on with strife
Painting a pretty portrait of treachery, capturing the misery
And surrounded by the impurest mysteries,
This is I, Mommy’s miracle and Daddy’s distaste,
A spiral down the wrong path and pathetic human waste,
My life left in a shattered mess
Since this “miracle” was labeled a child of darkness.
Feb 2, 2017
Feb 2, 2017 at 8:22 AM UTC
We are taught to conceal aspects of ourselves,
When they do not fit society's perception of normal.
Even the negative aspects that ought to be dealt with,
We conceal in a steadfast way, making them more formal.
Denying something makes it stronger,
Even when it is an awful thing.
That is why acceptance and appropriate action is warranted,
Rather than these same songs of denial we sing.
Mental programming, it is killing us all.
Mental programming, it is how we fall.
Mental programming, what an insistent call.
Mental programming - we must stand tall.
Jun 23, 2016
Jun 23, 2016 at 1:39 AM UTC
Words ,
What do you make of it?
So saccharine
So chasmic
Yet
So raw
So excruciating.
That It guzzles your heart bit by bit
Words,
What do you make of it
When you see them caper
As you see your feet in rain
Or when you witness it
Spanking scorn on people’s mind
And forcing them to spend those sleepless night,
Why so confusing are them words?
Why the scent of them arouses a writer’s heart
And becomes a cause or,
An apocalypse.
What do you make of it?
When it pushes you to the apex
Or drags you down to the burning fiasco
And you think it Is fix
Words, that makes schadenfreude
Alive,
Death scary
And life so obsessing?
The base of hopes,
Wings of imagination
The eyes of love
A scent, of imagination
A magic
A poison
A tower so bright
Somewhere in horizon
Words,
So many yet so little
Things to say
But, words are them
What do you make of it?
Jun 22, 2014
Jun 22, 2014 at 3:20 AM UTC