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I’m watching a movie But there’s no sound, no light, Then what could it be that I see? A hoax? Oh, no. The screen goes blank and my show cuts out. I don’t know how To fix the cables and wires and switches And my, Oh my, It’s broken, I think. “But I can’t fix it? That can’t be! I can solve this!” I would say, But I truly don’t know what I’m looking at. After too long, an hour or two, I sigh and get up. "I’ll just call someone to come over and" "Help."
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Mar 21, 2025
Mar 21, 2025 at 4:47 AM UTC
Shut Down
if you spy an opportunity to help someone change for the better urge them to take it on and offer assistance where you can be the positivity you wish to see but at a certain point you may have to accept them for who they are we are all of us, limited in this condition
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Feb 21, 2021
Feb 21, 2021 at 9:29 AM UTC
Loves Of My Lives
Walk with me down this path I'll hold your hand, make sure you won't get lost Have Faith in me Listen to my voice, I'll clear the cloud within your mind Have belief in me It's rough, you might fall but let me help you up Rely on me Every burden, share with me, I'm here
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Jun 11, 2020
Jun 11, 2020 at 5:30 AM UTC
Rough Path
When the birds of spring sang with joy To hail the blowing breeze pampering the face rapidly with moisturizing coy When rays of the shine stand very kind to make the life neither hot nor too cold Life rushes through the mobility of less anxiety or creating abundant tumult   Shining novelty on juvenile tress’ robe bestow jubilee to those hurry to work In confronting the bundle you expect to parole Life is so lovely what are you feeling for? - “ seems… GARLIC…?” The most beautified Criollo … ladies of shadow…listen to spring and smooth song of returning swallows - “ sounds GARLIC..?” Sender of magic rockets to Apollo… ladies of shallow…   smell of plant mingled with heavenly blossom of sharp blue, it is a time to define the final intentions supposed to follow… - “ feels GARLIC…?” Drowsy, numb, with mouths open, shoulders down like zombies out of tomb… who are you? mighty dancers with delicate willow with strong sense of itching on our marrow - “…ladies of GARLIC…” Nobody comes, nobody goes, life is so hollow, what it supposed to be full of energy …you You talk a lot…just go! smell strange not from corpses but from walls, earth, and ceiling… what is it?   - “….life is …GARLIC…”
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Apr 15, 2020
Apr 15, 2020 at 5:30 AM UTC
The morning of Garlic
Stop. Right. There. If I’m getting involved, Give me a reason to care. I can help with matters Pertaining to your mind, But I am not so kind All of the time.
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Feb 24, 2020
Feb 24, 2020 at 7:09 AM UTC
Involvement
"If, for me, you will enlist," Says the Spirit, "I will assist."
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Aug 28, 2019
Aug 28, 2019 at 10:19 AM UTC
Effective Recipe Pt. 3
were you a bodiless ghost i could ask of you to haunt me be with me, or even blame me. yet you're now a barely beeping machine i can only wish you're dreaming peacefully hopefully— painlessly...
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Apr 21, 2019
Apr 21, 2019 at 10:22 AM UTC
luciferin.
How could one yearn so badly Yet not strive for said desire ? My purchases are less of a luxury But more of a dependency And my heart is set on a necessity So, as much as I will cry in wait, I will need assistance in motivation Please help me save (for) myself
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Aug 15, 2018
Aug 15, 2018 at 5:53 AM UTC
Cry In Wait
On the bicycle trail, a middle-aged woman in spandex biking gear had her bike flipped upside down. I dismounted next to her. “You need a hand?” She kept her eyes fixed on her bike wheel. “Why do I need your help?” Her voice was filled with contempt. “It’s only a flat.” I didn’t respond. Pedaling along the river, I made the decision to keep offering assistance. Someday I’d need it. -Ron Gavalik
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Jul 20, 2018
Jul 20, 2018 at 4:46 PM UTC
Assistance
No one can make it in this world without help.
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Aug 7, 2017
Aug 7, 2017 at 4:34 AM UTC
Lesson Learned #5
Sitting in a darkened bar Ten dead soldiers in a row My bladder was now screaming It's time for you to go I ordered up another drink Left my seat, went down the hall And on my way back to the bar I saw a number on the wall Help...it said, is close, close by It's nearer than you think Call, the number that you see Before you order your next drink I thought, it doesn't make much sense I've got my life under control I haven't bottomed out quite yet I'm only half way down the hole Four more drinks and then again I stumbled down the hall And coming back, I once more read The notice on the wall Help...it said, is close, close by It's nearer than you think Call, the number that you see Before you order your next drink I put a dime into the payphone I thought I'd give it one good try Before I hit rock bottom I'd call them up or else I'd die A friendly voice responded "out of service...try again" I laughed at this short message Then I tried it once again I checked the number on the notice Dialed it, and then I heard the message "out of service" I laughed at every word It seems that "out of service" Was a title I should hold After all I was a soldier Out of work, and drunk, and cold Those three words, they described me "Out of service" , right bang on No one cared that I was falling Who would notice when I'm gone? I went back to my barstool Downed my drink and got one more I thought, I'd better have another Before I stumbled out the door Before I went, I ventured To the jukebox, checked for change The sign said "out of service" I thought that that was strange Twice now, "out of service" In a message sent to me Was I truly worth redemption A hopeless case for all to see I figured that tomorrow If I found I woke up dead "out of service" were the last words That were emblazoned in my head I went back to the barkeep Ordered one more for the road Then I downed another soldier "out of service" number stowed I'd laugh on this tomorrow If I made it through this night I was truly "out of service" I need help to find the light.
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Sep 17, 2016
Sep 17, 2016 at 2:41 PM UTC
Help
Sitting in a darkened bar Ten dead soldiers in a row My bladder was now screaming It's time for you to go I ordered up another drink Left my seat, went down the hall And on my way back to the bar I saw a number on the wall Help...it said, is close, close by It's nearer than you think Call, the number that you see Before you order your next drink I thought, it doesn't make much sense I've got my life under control I haven't bottomed out quite yet I'm only half way down the hole Four more drinks and then again I stumbled down the hall And coming back, I once more read The notice on the wall Help...it said, is close, close by It's nearer than you think Call, the number that you see Before you order your next drink I put a dime into the payphone I thought I'd give it one good try Before I hit rock bottom I'd call them up or else I'd die A friendly voice responded "out of service...try again" I laughed at this short message Then I tried it once again I checked the number on the notice Dialed it, and then I heard the message "out of service" I laughed at every word It seems that "out of service" Was a title I should hold After all I was a soldier Out of work, and drunk, and cold Those three words, they described me "Out of service" , right bang on No one cared that I was falling Who would notice when I'm gone? I went back to my barstool Downed my drink and got one more I thought, I'd better have another Before I stumbled out the door Before I went, I ventured To the jukebox, checked for change The sign said "out of service" I thought that that was strange Twice now, "out of service" In a message sent to me Was I truly worth redemption A hopeless case for all to see I figured that tomorrow If I found I woke up dead "out of service" were the last words That were emblazoned in my head I went back to the barkeep Ordered one more for the road Then I downed another soldier "out of service" number stowed I'd laugh on this tomorrow If I made it through this night I was truly "out of service" I need help to find the light.
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I am homeless I can see No place to go or feeling free On the street Under the bridge Next to fire Starving I cringe Smell of stench of tired souls Stomach turns Feeling cold Torn up clothes with withered hearts Bend don't break Not torn apart Condemned, no fortune take it all in Trash can heat Seeing no end
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Oct 30, 2014
Oct 30, 2014 at 1:52 PM UTC
Trash Can Heat