#slope
Ship is sinking but no one wants to know Love is thinking, but it’s scared of the glow Submarines where warlords and tech gods go… Ship is sinking but no one wants to know
Babies blinking before their whole lives blow…
Elders warning, but no one wants to know
Death is forming a strange prison of gloat…
Ship is sinking but no one wants to know
Time is ticking, but we’ve put that on hold
Weather’s wilding - some relief from the groans
Photos fading, the ocean bottom’s *****
Ship is sinking but no one wants to know
Sun is calling but no one wants to hope
Rainbows form differently, still no one takes note…
Sun is calling but no one wants to hope
We’ve bought the idea that humans are a slope…
Somebody finally feels good in the smoke;
Hand turns the dial higher, but dreams they’ll never know…
A whole world that’s sick and tired and inspired -
A picture of sad old pirates shrunk in their attire…
Sep 11, 2025
Sep 11, 2025 at 11:48 AM UTC
If you feel sad depressed anxious breathe walk drink water, squeeze lemon in it bit honey relax. Ask the universe creating powers to show you what you cannot see and what it wants you to see to understand.
Just repeat: "This too shall pass, "rejoice true love never really leaves us it bonds with us if we let it and keep doors open.
Be thankful for what it is there's always a karmic reason for the pain a loss causes. Opportunity arises though when least you expect it.
Only make sure you know what you want for yourself, present and future.
If you fail to visualize the future and write it down,make goals, check points crossroads avert slippery slope if it drags along.
Do not despair. If you feel threatened
You are a winner if aware if such evil lurking.
.how do I know this !? Because I didn't understand the warning signs and lost it all slippery slope style. Don't let it happen to you..
I've never owned a house but made a home for my girls and me nothing though had permanence but one can build bonds in heart mind and spirit soul that last a lifetime.
The dangers of possible slippery slope for my life was once upon a time fortold in our book of life..by my true love warnings about it.
I was just too naive and young to avert such tragedy..
I was saved by my Photographic memory chip; reading all the love bestoad to me did keep me safe.
Love feeling loved, stopped my slippery slope even though all that's saved is my life,as everyone else faded away.
Like a candle light are our dreams and in the vast universe we are but candles in the wind spelling Love.
Beware if you notice your life is being robbed by jealousy envy and greedy entities. Turn the tables.Do something do move, fly away, don't be a sitting duck, for those who envy you wish to destroy you. Don't wait for evildoers culprits yo change by your loving them in their wrong doings
Lead loved one but leave them to choose their path.
Awareness action correct speech and understanding with comoassion is key..
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Moral lesson: For all us heartbroken,-Choose a heart of gold a forgiving heart for a lifetime mate beware of kind men many are there but are evil within. The unkind ride playing hard to be are the real ones owning a heart of gold they hide. Fight for love inside your heart & understand who left you behind and why, so you can fix it, and don't sing like me, "Fall to pieces."
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By: Karijinbba 🌲🗽👪💔🛸🗿
Jun 7, 2024
Jun 7, 2024 at 11:29 PM UTC
It's really hard to have hope
How is one to cope
When the scope of the problem
Shows to be your steep downward slope
And the rope thrown as a savior
Lands around your throat
Hope regularly seen as innately good
You may agree, but I don't
©2024
May 6, 2024
May 6, 2024 at 2:30 PM UTC
Everyday is an uphill slope
—a vertical some days
—always picking up the slack;
picking up the pace.
Desperate, delusional,
acts of disgrace,
but how do you ask for forgiveness
with a struggling face?
I wish it were easier
living, that is;
I force life to be easier;
surviving, it is.
How do you tell people
you're suffocating,
when the air on the slope
is dissipating?
Mar 26, 2024
Mar 26, 2024 at 1:55 PM UTC
Slip down the slope, zipping and zooming.
- Jay M
October 13th, 2022
Oct 21, 2022
Oct 21, 2022 at 2:33 PM UTC
Cold twisted and icy
meandering slides.
are my enemies alone
on their down and out,
this my poetesses domain.
Enjoy your own slippery
slimy slope cliff ride down.
Lately a very confused entity
paid to keep me busy writing
back while being intimately
intrusive has failed.
A snake in my old flame's
paradise or my kid's world.
Arranged to distract me again
from my true love's path
agreed upon eons prior.
I can intuit a fools intentions
and did cut that naga off soon.
I love on free will alone.
not fooled to play games
In the name of love.
I don't care for pimps lures.
~~~~~
By Karijinbba
All rights reserved 1954-2021-
present.
May 21, 2021
May 21, 2021 at 1:16 AM UTC
Push in and up against the slope
Loosened grip clasps a hold
Repeat intent between each slip
The tricky path teaches quick
Learn from within frustration
Then lean beyond a stationed pose
Hard tasks are masked in broken bits
With no one above to call upon
Possess the will to calm your fears
Retrace the steps that brought you here
Reach out across to peers instead
For each possess a thought process
Jul 25, 2020
Jul 25, 2020 at 12:08 PM UTC
Where some unmatchible ideas
are found
tying missed-match pairs
in knots
of complexities, easily
unbelievable.
--Repairs of missed-matched socks
wear well on chill days when
darning's all we find
worth doing,
and nobody knows how any more.
Thread bare heels and toes
don't send the mender's dancing thimble
through loops and whirls
at fantasy ***** with
grand pianos and flutes and strings,
and angels in mismatched socks,
singing of somedays like
these, we imagine.
Still, we can.
Souls clad in well mended mismatches,
skate on grandma's wooden floor,
as we recall the deed,
and the equipment.
Grandkids are coming today,
why else would I wax floors and imagine
polishing them, with socks rescued
from uselessness after the other one
was carried off to sockland
through the dryer.
All dryers in America have portals to sockland.
And no one knows how to **** but
we can redeem stray socks and and and
rescue the tradition of waxing wooden floors,
shining the souls of the trees with the souls of our feet,
trippin' with hippie granny, who married the wolf,
who uses the same portal to sockland for ****
Just once, everybody should paste wax a wooden floor,
and polish it in mismatched socks, with
five, six and seven year old princesses, (some missing teeth)
none of whom ever skated on tree hearts before.
Or you can imagine. It meets the need for reminding,
common to us all, as time goes by.
Jun 17, 2019
Jun 17, 2019 at 4:12 PM UTC
Passing by, just the same,
woods are blue and unforgiving,
The wilderness has no name,
That would be known to the living.
By the mountains proud and tall,
Dare you call the prophecy,
Take a silent, quiet stroll,
And don't bring snow down at me.
Walking up when it pulls down,
The sad truth about gravity,
The abyss is calling now,
The voice of still depravity.
Down the mighty side of her,
Dare you climb the way you came,
One wrong step and little birds,
Will eat you and worms, just the same.
Mar 25, 2019
Mar 25, 2019 at 10:00 PM UTC
riding out the highs of life
with manic ferocity
until
the minutiae of life
drag you down into the depths of despair
a pure loyalty like no other
hidden by a dramatized emotional facade
always there to bring you up,
simultaneously bringing themselves down
it's a slippery slope--
emotional support
Oh, to be Mercutio--
is to be the eye of a hurricane,
winding about a center
--that may not be
as stable as it seems
Dec 11, 2018
Dec 11, 2018 at 8:33 PM UTC
Clamber! You are a Shambles
Scale the scree
Tilt the axis of your slope
Up turn your gravity
(It's a matter of urgency)
I want to break your brand
And scare you up a heart
...but that task is for you
And to be achieved
In your time
I still feel criminal as an onlooker
Sep 21, 2018
Sep 21, 2018 at 6:59 PM UTC
..
Save from the hidden nests of birds,
it was the only one there...isolated,
like an isle...crested on the leveled
top of a gorge...its way down or up
was through a hand-carved series of
steps on its slope...at its front was a
curved gorge......one would think,
it was trying to cross over
the cottage was small, weather-beaten,
desolate......its wooden walls seemed to
have shrunk...its faded colors proclaimed
its age...its having survived past storms....
from its window, the stream was seen,
and heard, flowing on and on between
these two precipitous valleys.
light came from the sun...and moon,
music was provided by the murmurs of
the forceful wind, the continuous flow of
water on the stream, the stirring of the leaves,
the crackling of branches and twigs, the birds'
singing in the spring...the pounding of heavy
rains on its roof...and countless other hymns
of nature......the dweller had heard them all...
beneath a lonely moon glow,
when nights were cold,
there hovered low 'pon its aged roof,
rounds of layered fog...like a series of
steps....like a stairway to the sky...
fog slyly crept, and wilfully shrouded
the cottage.....it vanished from view,
the two gorges and the stream, hushed,
in the dark loneliness of that secluded
spot......their vulnerabilities, trapped
inside....misshapen silhouettes...
in light and in dark,
the whistles of nearing and departing
boats....were wailing, haunting calls,
piercing the peaceful calm of the valleys, or,
maybe, the stilled complacence of the cottage,
or...of the one living in that lonely cottage,
...lost, or gone astray, now weary and worn,
willing to be found...longing to be reunited
.......with the light and warmth of love...
the cottage, the gorges, and the stream
would be loneliest,
without the cottage dweller...
Sally
© Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
August 27th, 2018
Aug 26, 2018
Aug 26, 2018 at 6:51 PM UTC
I remember when you whispered your wishes to me in the night time
And you let me in
telling me your vulnerabilities one by one
almost as if you were wanting to be intimate with me but at the time we were too jaded to care
all I could think was maybe in this moment
we’ll be vulnerable and it won’t sting
Months later I was mistaken as the distance between us grew more and more
you were suddenly a stranger to me
It felt weird almost as if I had to act like at one point we weren’t echoing the promises of forever that rolled off our tongues
Jul 23, 2018
Jul 23, 2018 at 2:57 AM UTC
One day we won't have this skin.
Our bright eyes may even sink.
Without Summer days,
or our cheap wine for veins.
Though we had coming things,
though we had dreams,
we couldn't know.
The past only a day ago,
then two years to four.
Eight seemed a ways,
now,
A decades erased.
Time seems the slope,
too steep to be paved.
Jul 21, 2018
Jul 21, 2018 at 2:30 AM UTC
Step by step I take on damper paths
Compelling and slippery
In tact is with the dread and misery.
Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 2:51 AM UTC