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The more we practice, the effort we put in,
The better we get over time, then at some point,
We shape how old we are, in our life, and mind.
Keep putting the thought in the air, repeat it,
Convince yourself, your old, you will soon be there.
Age a number no attachment, connection to our body,
Many in their sixties, can outwork, and think many,
Half their age in years, that refuse to lay down the remote,
And stop adding to their mind, excuses and fears.
If you always think you need that extra couple snacks a day,
It becomes a daily routine, if you eat and believe you need,
Less at each meal, more time to get up move around,
It’s convincing yourself when you make the deal.
Many professional excuse-makers, around every day,
Convincing themselves they are fading away.
Most people you ask, say they do not want to die,
We are the only ones, that can motivate ourselves,
To think positive, keep active, eat right, be healthy,
For the few short years, we are alive.
                                          The Original: Tom Maxwell © 3/12/2020 AD
                                                                                                11:45 am
Lane Nov 2014
I can solve a rubik's cube.
I can't unravel the puzzle in my head.

I can checkmate someone in four moves.
I can't protect myself.

I can master any Dungeon, with my trusty d20.
I can't hide from reality.

I can compute complex mathematical functions.
I can't answer why.

I can type 80 words a minute.
I can't get three out of my head.
I can read 300.
I can't stop thinking "I'm not worthwhile."

I can repair an Xbox 360.
I can't be fixed.

I can run a mile in under six minutes.
I can't get away from my own mind.

I can recite lyrics from hundreds of songs, without the accompaniment.
I can't escape.

I can diffuse a difficult situation via mediation.
I can't stop the onslaught from between my ears.

I can greatly influence others with sound logic, rhetoric, reasoning.
I can't bury my internal conflict.

I can dunk a basketball.
I can't slam my troubles away.

I can qualify for Honors programs.
I can't keep up with the burden.

I can get recruited to play Division II college sports.
I can't emotionally handle the lifestyle change.

I can bowl a 230.
I can't clean every proverbial frame.

I can "wow" people with my athleticism, skills, abilities.
I can't accept what I do as ever being "good enough".

I can outwork my opponent.
I can't go back to where I'm from, I have to get out.

I can feign happiness, joy.
I can't bring myself to feel the real deal, no matter how much I want to.

I can function.
I can't survive...not like this.

I can take away other's pain.
I can't stop my own.
MT Aug 2017
I was all alone, just me, just one
You see alone, alone has the word one and there is only one of me and only one of you
But what word means us and has the word two because I don’t want one alone, I want us the two
I have tried so hard to find the word because I want you, and I want us, and I want true, and I want two
How about the word Artwork? That has the word two
Does it work, because you are a work of art and I work hard to find our word with two
Trustworthy! That’s it, right? It has the word two, and I trust you, but do you trust me…? I don’t know
Paintwork… It has the word two, but it also has the word pain and then there is the word outwork
And I feel outworked, trying to find the word that has two, to prove to you, my love is true, and that’s all I want to do
But why isn’t there a word for two?
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Unexpected, as unexpected may be,
A breath of fresh air that soothes me,
This pulsing flesh had long yearned to see,
A fair maiden, no one fairer than she,
For her many expressions hold the sacred key.

Oh for you dear, I'd outwork the bees.
Shall I say "Je t'aime" or forever hold my peace?
Her lingering voice, soft to the touch as fleece.
You ought to know, at the very least,
The world I would give, for you my Miss.
Anais Vionet Jun 16
As we sailed the fast river of Rhône
the steady sun bleached it a sparkling gold
like the treasures of Caesar’s kingdom

A curtain of fawn-silken tackle, shaded
back the fervidly garish star scatter,
and cooling flower-scented airs tickled
the senses like touching down-soft silk

"zhuang hong zhuang sheng" (Chinese)
“Put on airs’ - Peter and I are Gatsby gilded.
Why not dress - on luminous forenoons?

Pick a heart, any heart and ***** it, sharply,
with the sight of a handsome man.
I yet breathless, breathe

What weapon is sharper than libido?

I defend myself, with fashion’s sartorial sparkle.
Frankly, I was hoping for something passively ******,
you know, foment a false perception - dazzle
with fancy outwork to tip the cosmic balance

Men will witness what they believe
.
.
song for this:
Desperately Trying by Club des Belugas, Anna Luca

10p.0615
From Merriam Webster’s “Word of the day’ list: Foment: to grow or develop
John Destalo Mar 2020
you will regret it

I do not look
like much

cheap haircut
and sneakers

thick glasses

skinny legs
kind of awkward

almost clumsy

but I am hungry
I will outwork

anyone that plays
against me

I don’t tire and
I don’t care if
I bleed

or you bleed

and honestly
I’m faster than I look

believe me

my team will be the best
because I was picked last
Just playing with a memory from the courts long ago

— The End —