As I smile with a gallivanting smile that stretches the horizon of my face I can't help but think of when I believed moments like these were made for only the movies.

I now realize they are for those willing to smile and embrace the silver linings when the world shows it's darkest of days.

Sometimes you have to lift your head up and look to the skies and remind the world what survival looks like. Show the world what it means to wield your spirit when all of your armor has been ripped off. That even with nothing, you will contine to fight another day, and do it with a smile in your face

My mom was told that she only has a few months left to be around..
And has been crying ever since those words left the doctors lips with too much sound!!!

I don't know how process this in a healthy way,
I must have been off work and missed the memo that day !!

It's so upsetting when a loved one does
Die when it's your mom it's ten times magnifird !!

I need to go and find a really good church....
Keeping the faith while I contine my search!!

My own child is in denial abt what's going on...
She can't even imagine my mom one day will be gone..

Sad truth is neither can I.... And when it does happen I will just break down and cry !!

I am not a sufferer, just the sacrificial lamb, I walk everyday unto the slaughter but, I'm not the one ******. One who lives it every day is curled into a ball, just a tiny speck inside the universe I wish I was able to recall..
I would have the sun set upon your shoulders once again, to fight against the darkness but then, if you never slipped inside this hell and walked upon the path, would you be a better man or simply contine to hide behind your mask. I asked you yesterday, and twice today if tomorrow would be more kind? Your answer was "If the Earth shifted 10 degrees eastward then humanity is as ****** as I" and I sighed, for the question you did not understand. What I was truly asking was if you would come back restored,  as the man I adore, the one who I loved through eternity, but you reminded me you are no longer that man, the universe tilts on a different axis, we live in a parallel mind zone and when the time comes to own what's mine, I'll happily live beside you in your mind.

Where once was life
None now remains

But how these fingers
Remember my pain

And though my silent heart
No longer keeps the pace

They clash and crash
Upon these keys both black and white

I'm drained, drowned
Immersed in sound

Within this darkened room
Where our hearts did beat as one

Forever in time
Though yours will contine

Within the brokeness
That is my mind

IS THE
GREASS GREENER
-FOR YOU?
OR GREENER,
-FOR ME?
OR GREENER,
ON THE
OTHER SIDE?
THAT IS,
-UNKNOWN?


I MAY THINK,
IT’S GREENER,
-FOR YOU,
YOU MAY THINK,
IT’S GREENER,
-FOR ME,

WHAT IS THE,
GREEN GRASS?
THAT I
YET
NOT KNOW?


BEHIND THOSE
DOORS,
WHO KNOWS,
HOW IT IS,
-FOR YOU,
OR
-FOR ME,
OR
WHAT’S,
IN STORE,
-ON THE,
OTHER SIDE,
OF THAT,
GREENER GRASS,
-THAT YOU,
THINK,
YOU SEE.


WHAT’S GREEN,
-FOR YOU,
I’SNT
GREEN,
-FOR ME,
AND
SOMETHING,
GREENER,
THAT IS,
-STILL,
-UNFORESEEN.


THAT GREEN GRASS,
-FOR YOU,
WILL BE,
DIFFERENT,
-FOR ME,
AS,
IT IS,
ON THE,
OTHERSIDE,
--UNTOUCHED.


WHO KNOWS,
IF,
IT’S BETTER,
-FOR YOU,
THAN,
IT IS,
-FOR ME,

OR
STILL,
YET,
TO COME,
GREEN,
-ONE DAY,
FROM THAT,
OTHER SIDE,
OF THE,
-UNKNOWN.


UNTIL,
THEN,
ONLY YOU,
CAN KEEP,
TO,
YOUR SIDE,
OF THAT,
GREEN GRASS.


UNTIL,
YOU,
MAKE THAT,
CHOICE,
TO SHIFT/CHANGE,
YOURSELF,
TO THE,
OTHER SIDE,
OF,
THAT,
-UNKNOWN,
GREEN GRASS,


AND,
JUST KNOW STILL,
THAT IT MAY,
-NOT BE,
THAT SAME,
GREEN GRASS,
THAT YOU,
ONCE SAW,
FROM,
YOUR SIDE,
WHERE YOU WERE,
BEFORE,
YOU,
MADE,
-THAT CHANGE.


MAYBE
IT COULD BE,
BETTER,
TO STAY,
ON THAT,
-SAME SIDE,


AND,
CONTINE,
TO BUILD,
ON,
THAT SAME,
‘FAMILIAR’
-GREEN GRASS,
THAT YOU,
ALREADY KNOW.


UNLESS,
YOU FEEL,
-IT’S THAT,
TIME.
TO TAKE,
-THAT RISK,
AND,
GIVE IT,
A GO.


TO TRY AGAIN,
AND,
REBUILD,
A
-NEW GREEN GRASS,
ONCE AGAIN,


OF,
THAT IDEA,
THAT YOU,
THOUGHT THAT,
YOU HAD,
WHEN,
YOU,
WERE ONCE,
-ON THE OTHER SIDE,
OF THAT,
GREEN GRASS.

-GREEN GRASS
© By HF-Whisper
7/2/2021 21:55PM-22:21-28PM

I was walking along the road one day,
carrying a sack on my shoulder.
I met a  man whom to me was stranger,
He ask me what was in  my sack,
and I said to him, "NONE OF YOUR BIZWAX!"

As I contine on my journey, I sat down to rest.
The sack had gotten heavy on my shoulder.
A nosey lady  whom to me was stranger
Ask to see what was in my sack,
and I said, "IT'S NONE OF YOUR BIZWAX!"

I ask volunteers to name the title to my song,
Some one said, "A MAN WITH A SACK?"
Another one suggested, "A NOSEY STRANGER?"
A little ***** said"THAT'S EASY! NONE OF YOUR BIZWAX!

You were first seen in a painting in the Trois Freres cave circa 13,000 B.C. in what in now France. Like all beautiful women, over centuries you changed shapes, styles, names. You became lyres, then lutes. You played dyads and chords. The Persians callrd you "barbat." The Arabs called you "oud." When the Moors flocked to Iberia, they brought you along. You spread to Provence
where you influenced troubadors and eventually the rest of Europe. But wherever you traveled, whatever evolutions you underwent, you always retained your sonorous tones. You became the French "mandore. You became the German "mandoer." You became the Spanish "vandola." You became the Italiam "mandola." Your path was tortuous. Eventually, though, you became the mandolin, but you still had highs and lows. Your first high was in 1744. Your first low was the end of the Napoleonic Wars of 1815. Your next high was the Paris Exposition of 1878. And further, from the late 19th Century through the early years of the 20h Century, was the "GoldenAge" of the mandolin. But after World War I, the mandolin gradually sufferred another decline supplanted by the advent of Jazz. You, a mandolin, beautiful women you have always been, have lived a long, long life, and it's not over yet. You contine to bring beautiful, musical sounds to all music lovers around the world. Your lovely life may never end.

Copyright 2020 Tod Howard Hawks

This life
This ******* life
I made this nest of ****
Curl up kid.

Agressor push the placid away
Mixed emotion, let them sway
I have come to play and die
Nearly done playing...

Too much time between drinks
Failing at trying to try
Just wake up at five
Go to work.

Inch thick mask
Eroding and revealing
Angry eyes and heated speak
The cracks are beginning to show.

I don't want to clean up
After lazy fools that I don't know
Their **** is their own
In my way.

Lose sleep, try to keep
A solemn smile, keep it sincere
A new internal personal fear
This was all, perhaps, a terrible mistake.

Decisions of the heart
No consultation with the mind
May be my undoing
May hasten this slow suicide.

Just set the alarm
Wake up at five
Contine the charade
I am alive.