Languaging the place is happening
A voicestro of ideas
And involvement
Obstructing legislation
Command and finance
The handling of its own press
Pressing solutions
In the middle of a fraud
Yet in all time
A take part type of gal and guy
Suppose a person asked a city for funding around rent for themselves, an office, range of ten thousand a month
Today cresting 5 billion in debt of unauthorized hijacking of home development law
It is necessary to know about the world
of dreams, so that poets
can freely hunt poetry...
So this way world can
receive the beauty that adorns
life...
So that way poetry can establish
its magnificent kingdom of kindness.
So peace can achieve
the grand harmony that this
world yearns for...
Hushed in a fugue
of Alpaca wool and rising resin
he sits on a stump
the relic legs of a mighty giant
hewn beneath the axeman's blade
its ageless corpse decays
sending up those honey notes
a whispering viola song
he stretches a bare arm from
the wool mist
reaches out, caresses a violet
newly woken from the mud
offers with a tender touch
some juxtaposed thanks
then plucks
lifts it up between two pages
shuts the book
violet pressed by poetry
he breathes a sigh
contended cloud billows
long and white
mingling with the soily musk
There's rose on his cheeks
love in his chest;
the warmth outweighs the chill
I spend most time within this grave
Unmarked and deathly silent
I met my end remaining brave
Which made it no less violent
Pressed to death for 3 long days
Only asking for more weight
Not this lie but other woeful ways
I wonder if I'd sealed my own fate
A young man from my living time
Caught stealing just some apples
I beat him for his modest crime
Now my soul still with me grapples
Shy a fortnight I did keep him here
Only to deliver him to deaths door
This caused my current state, I fear
To haunt Salem Town forevermore
I never gave in to their torture
When it was me unjustly tried
My wife hanged instead of scorch her
Am I the fault we both have died
Save for occasional haunting
I still feel I'm being pressed
This eternity seems daunting
And weighs heavy on my chest
This young man's name was Goodale
His soul must have been set free
Nightly down here without fail
Mine is still here trapped with me
Pressing through to you
See the golden miracles here
In each life hope to bear,
But life's not fair.
Pressing through to you
Extended family and spiritual, not few.
I won't be blue
I know you want it too.
Pressing through to you
Through the kilometres or miles
With tears or smiles,
In prayer and fasting, piles and piles.
Pressing through to you
Focus ahead, not on what's been.
Nothing can stand between.
The piles will not be seen.
Pressing through to you
Unity and together
With Jesus and our Father forever,
Holy Spirit, through all weather.
I am no martyr, no ghost, nor wizard great
They laid rocks all upon me, and again I say
I will not plead, more weight, more weight
I was a farmer, in the spring of Salem late
My wife is to be hanged the following day
I am no martyr, no ghost, nor wizard great
Oh Martha I’ve sinned, though not what they state
There shall be no confession, so here I will lay
I will not plead, more weight, more weight
I’ve afflicted no person to meet this gruesome fate
Accused by a witch they say changed her way
I am no martyr, no ghost, nor wizard great
Three days pass, my conviction won't abate
Stone by stone, my hope for reason gone astray
I will not plead, more weight, more weight
Crushed to dust, before they’ll clean my slate
Oh Miss. Hobbs, for your betrayal you will pay
I am no martyr, no ghost, nor wizard great
I will never plead. More weight, more weight.
My son, my dear son, do not think it to be strange
when you find yourself going through a bad patch.
When things get hard, you must become harder still.
Look up to God, even when it seems He is not there,
or that He does not care. You owe it to yourself, to your destiny, to those who preceded you, to those who follow you,
to those you love, to those who love you. So, press in, press on,
dig deeper within yourself for the gold that's there. Do not drink
or drug your cares and your pains away, but think through them instead,
realizing that there are those 'in the grandstands' counting on you.
As have all mankind since Adam's fall,
I have experienced trying times,
and I have been in hard places,
but in all times and places,
I have seen God at work.
He has never failed,
nor has he forsaken.
God is good, and a most lovely being.
070822PS
God what you done recently
my only fear that death
isn't the end of this
counting pennies to buy dinner
see i stand
as you stare
from a ladder
perilously position
on top of a chair
without care
thoughts to air
welcome to my lair
where from shadows glare
unravelled eyes stare
and tendrilled fingertips
seem to point
that i am there
there i know i live in here
There are so many things to observe
as I sit at the canal trail.
My senses catch it all.
Shirtless runners,
The swish of thier sneakers as they pass.
A family picnicking not far away.
Bike riders side by side chatting to each other.
A man pushing his partner in a wheelchair.
A child running to his daddy.
Leaves fluttering in the wind.
Hawks soaring over thier prey.
Gulls seeking fish.
Sparrows chirping away.
Ducks bobbing on the waves.
Speed walkers pass briskly by.
Seniors walking thier dogs.
Dogs checking out the trees.
People gazing at the scenery.
Girls and guys with hair tied in ponytails.
Shadows dancing across the lands and water.
Roof tops peeking through the trees.
Sun beating against my back.
From where I sit I am just a shadow.
Sitting on the sidelines,
with my butt pressed in this bench,
Wondering...
"Why am I not doing any of these things?"
Bowling night, I had to try
Asked her out and her reply
Yes she said, I’m on a roll
She agreed to watch me bowl!
Inspired I was and couldn’t wait
To do my best as I felt GREAT!
Oh what fun it was that night
My team won big as I took flight!
Afterwards we enjoyed the bar
With friends of mine and she would star!
Shake me please could this be real
She was amazing with her appeal!
On that night it was clear
We’d be wed and have no fear!
Someday not too far away
It makes me sad to have to say
A button that one can touch
Maybe the button pressed too much
The one that pressed it could be surprised
That he/she was the cause of our demise
They says things come in threes, in chaos we seek order when we're young
Some find comfort in synchronicity, others find comfort flung from others tongues.
Individual truths hold the keys, finding them is vital to breaking through.
Some have locked away our monstrosities, these caged beasts no longer serve you.
Voyages from reality to reverie, we all deserve some time away.
We all remember being lost at sea, trying to keep our thoughts at bay.
Overwhelmed by all the possibilities, we hope to find ourselves again.
Guided by the same sky we all see, we oust hopeful sails to catch the wind.
Faith they will take us there eventually,we long to see the shore.
Our futures are an inevitably, we are all survivors in this war.
i was stretching
reaching across
you laying naked
next to me when
suddenly i felt i
was in the garden
of Eden suddenly
feeling licks and
tugs sucking my
grapes making me
think perhaps too
late i should have
pruned when soon
a shudder of my
leg's arbor started
somewhat startled
feeling like making
wine but not a whine
was heard more like
a dry non oaken moan
Midst blood pressure-rising
Diabetic sugar oppressing
Bad cholesterol distressing…
Thru Christ’s strength, keep on pressing!
Despite sin constantly cursing
Guilt critically appraising
Doubt-attacks confusing…
By God’s grace*, go on for spiritual enhancing!
Though worldliness’ warmth is embracing
Within materialism’s allurement-enforcing
Along problems miserably abasing…
With the Lord’s might, persist toward victorious bouncing!
*1Corinthians 1:4 I thank my God always…, for the grace of God which is given you by Jesus Christ.
May 4, 2019
Don’t press the wrong trigger,
or you’ll get hit by a truth bullet
Peep sound advice: Don’t pull it ...
caliber of proof gon get bigger
Press your luck, if you want to —
false bravado can only cover so much
Twitchy touch get shaky in the clutch,
‘nother slinger paid: No can do
Poster child ain’t cash on the barrel head,
the hired guns come and they go
Some draw fast, and others slow
Can’t get the Judas reward if you’re dead
Chase the rope ... life last longer that way
Swing the holster over the saddle,
stone hands can’t spur skedaddle
Press the panic button, then start to pray
Red buttons on a Simba cat white coat,
stained reputation gotta go get dirt buried
Guns & Roses: Cold viols getting married
Press E button down as last blues note
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