#mined
(at a time and place, where days are no longer individuated by name, any day, everyday, can be a Saturday)
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sometimes ya gotta get help,
to see yourself, in the light of
of other's filtered x~ray vision,
to cut through the indecision,
am I this or that, dog or cat,
what the heck, I gave me best,
and no one has ever called me
poet yet,
cause i'm in a new york city f(r)amed of mined
broadway is just an indian path,
we stole. borrowed & renamed,
the Yankees haven't won a Series
since time in memoriam, forget the mets
no one ever called them a baseball team
ever, yet,
when i'm in a new york city f(r)amed of mined
guests /(locust pests) have invaded every
crannied nook, sand and rugelach
crumbs, will be spewed, & spend
the rest/best of their now[Surprise!]
extended 7 day weekend, while the
man~maid/me!made follows close on from
behind with damp cloth & hand hell'd (not a typo)
vacuum till I throw in the towel and get
the big guns, showing my grumpy age of 101,
and I'm just doing my cranky impression
of Lenny Bruce in a Bill Joel fouled up mood
cause, yup,
when i'm in a new york city cranky f(r)amed of mined
been up since 195?, haven't gotten a good night sleep
since the first time they counted my fingers and toes,
god knows, came in yowling. cranky even then,
and here I am on a gorgeous funday sunday on
my hands and knees, not very pleased because a sandy
beach is now in the living room, the geese are back
for a fourth time, to foul the lawn and my mood,
around 10am, the guests will be emerging uncocooned,
stomack growling. for bagel, challah french toast, oat milk (WTFO),
and me listening to Nina S., cause today's a best-to-get-in-an all~in
moody blues haze around my head and all cause
nothing good occurs
when i'm in a new york city double swanky f(r)amed of mined
ok she's not eavesdropping on my mind or over shoulder
spying on what I'm writing, but she knows where my
head is at because she counts my sighs like I count
her sneezes, and she's leaving before the cleanup
begins, and some blood may get spilled, cause **** me
when i'm in a new york city f(r)amed of mined
anything can happen, especially
when them they ask if they can "have''
the house for, uh, every September, weekend,
and i just walk to the beech,
and hang myself from with
the ropes from the tree swing,
and whaddya know!
i'm no longer in
a new york city f(r)amed of mined
Sep 8, 2025
Sep 8, 2025 at 3:40 PM UTC
Music is a part of one's growing heart and soul
God's gift for the creation he made
and designed on within time and void
Music itself was a born soul
of it's own living in us to soar
It is a powerful and fearsome
soul to tends to overpower
us at our weakest or golden moments
at hand to strike in silence
At birth, birds sing and bell chimes
to welcome the new souls
come forth from the heavens
At death, the sound of the fallen rain
and bells rings to pay their goodbyes
and respects for their met again with the gods
I am neither a musician nor a writer
I am a plain and simple soul
who adores writing, singing,
and paint my soul out on paper
Music brings joys, happiness,
sadness, anger, and many feelings
from the heart and soul
It has done much wonders and chaos
to the humanity of the passing time
on this land of earth we bound
The attune of each song,
the words of every feelings
being pour without a rest of mind,
each strum or tune of one's heart
into the blank paper
Has made many confuse hearts
and lost souls come together,
to become one at peace
again, to be diverse
It is amazing to see
what music does
it brings people
together, anywhere
and any time of moment
Music changes people, for better or worst
it does depends on what tune
your heart and soul desires
from today and onwards
Nov 25, 2013
Nov 25, 2013 at 8:37 AM UTC
A young youth
who'd family raised
as the divers of the sea
I was the first child
and daughter came forth
to these water elementals
Upon life
by my dearest
home sided
the vast ocean
I grew up
staying on
an asian island
where by
the oriental cloth
upon my skin,
cooling breeze
were always around
for the kites and eagles
to soar afar wide
above the ocean
even the villagers
used to have called
little me, their merchild
as I was always excited
to wake up by dawn
swimming in the ocean
after awakening
of my family
in their
sweet dreams
till the day ends
came forth the sunset
as I swam
few strokes left
to do, I was
always the last
of the children
to walk back
on the earth land
wave my goodbyes
I did, to the beautiful
sunset down
as for the moonlight
to shine on the
ocean's floor
later, after dinner
and some stories
from my loved ones
all rested with
hard work and
sweetest dreams
I walk over to
window and prayed
to make a wish
to the skies and
the ocean
that I was sure
I had finally
found of
my first love,
and he was the ocean
Nov 16, 2013
Nov 16, 2013 at 4:55 AM UTC
I am an asian
an oriental from the east
curious of more knowledge
of the west and south
A young youth
at an age of studying
the board seas of land
and the earth we stand upon
Racism is a wide source
of fear, the we all
become upon at
take it on at war
Bloodshed and tears
are cried upon
the death of love
ones in many times
of the past in mine lands
In the art of war
will have no
happy ending
unless one's voice
is rising and brave
Enough to risk
his own soul
to be diverse and
have good faith hope
in other religion
And races, to
nurture and care
of our younger children
to the new era awaits
For once, in my life
I would love to
see diversity come
together without
any hate to each other
Blaming on
from the past
hurting the young
of the future
due to history
Nov 13, 2013
Nov 13, 2013 at 7:23 PM UTC
We live in the world that kills each other
in a cycle no ones understands why of its theory to do so
I am an ocean child, lost and searching
in this wide sea of humans passing
wondering and pondering at thoughts
nonetheless crying for the attention
of love, honestly, and heart of the purest
I am mentally abused by my past,
and a confuse young at youth
searching for the reason of why
I am here on this land born to do
with faith, I prayed for the gods
to give me a sign what am I meant
The inner ocean in me cries
for a heart to comfort my sad soul
even though knowing
I will die alone at the end
only left with inked writing
and faded memories god left
inside of me, to remain of my past
A scuba diver, I am
I have treasure the oceans
and never ate a shark
ever in my life time
as it was the vow I took
as a young child
I promise to save
their race from extinction
I am a young youth whom
have been much through hurt
and betrayal countless times
I am not the walking perfection
but I am a caring soul
who only begs to be loved
and wants only of love and nurturing
In this century, I have fear
nothing last forever
though anymore, there is hope
but don't hang on it too long
the rope will tear if
you hold strong and heavy
enough you'll drop and die
Like the ocean, my feelings
swayed and fades
through down my skin
and the sound of the sea
flow in, and attune my veins
to my heart, it calms
the war in myself ..
Nov 12, 2013
Nov 12, 2013 at 10:16 AM UTC