I try to think
Of happiness,
As a concept
Encapsulated in its own image.
And laughingly believe
I’ll be happy,
Just by bringing to mind
The thought,
That thinking happy thoughts
Would then follow
Without effort
And all would be well.
But happy thoughts only
Materialize ,
Not by concentrated effort,
But by avoiding,
All these wicked
People From hell.
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Through orange heights,
Through turtle doves,
And through the alleyways,
I see the love
That hope enshrouds
Descend and take away
The thoughts I had of one I love
A city far but near
And in its grasp
A homesick dove
For whom I shed a tear.
The air is still,
I feel no wind
Inside I feel no sorrow
Upon my hope
My faith is pinned
The dove shall fly tomorrow.
I woke up tired today.
Hot sweet
Expressos
In tiny white cups,
Stirred me a little.
But lethargy,
And the heat,
And the crushing humidity
Made me anxious,
Gave me palpitations,
Made me light headed
And confused.
I had no plans today
So I sat at a pavement café
Sipping expressos,
Staring at people.
And when the dehydration
Brought on
Panic attacks
I was no longer tired,
And even though
I had absolutely
Nothing to do,
I was terrified
And saw quick stars
And white lines
When I closed my eyes.
And I just cringed
At the thought
Of the nightmares
Just
Waiting.
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My signature on a Valentine’s card
Will fade over time.
But the aching intensity
Of my love
For you,
Will never
Be destroyed
By moments.
How much more can I take
From the weak, petty and jealous
Propping up their frail egos
By draining me
Of my peace
Of mind?
How will this end?
Their ego and character will sit unsteadily
On a dry faltering castle of sand
As my mind
Will become even more focused
And rid of the trivial,
Glowing like real solid gold
As the froth from the sliding ripples
Crawls
Towards an already
Shaky fort.
And the happiness
Drained from me
Was not enough
To save the castle
From crumbling
Back to the sea.
Annoying neighbors, very intrusive,
Pry into my thinking process
(Whispers and rumors)
Because I stand alone.
I am not moved by windy whims,
Or current trends,
Or little lies
Or envy.
And don’t care if Jack
Bought a new lawn mower.
Or slept with one of his students.
I was born alone,
Solitaire from dawn to dusk
But.
I do admit,
Any time the antagonism becomes
Overwhelmingly intense,
(Fortified by not knowing what I’ve done)
I step aside,
And conjure up a doppelgänger
And hand it over.
I give him the racing brain,
And resentment,
The swirling fury
And anything else
I don’t need,
To get through the day,
And bid him farewell.
Though I must warn you,
Bumping into this other personae
Would not be much fun for anyone.
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And they come to tea
Uninvited
Fondling my fragile china cups
Tedious tapping of a tea spoon
On a saucer.
Only to have my faith and peace trashed
And crumpled up
And thrown back on to the path.
Your voices make little difference,
The wind has the power to defeat
And take away all this dire screaming
But leave blisters and scars on your feet.
You can dress in vaginal outfits,
Give a finger to every young cop
Throw water bottles
At barking Alsatians,
There is nothing to say you must stop.
Urinate on the stars and stripes if you want,
Wipe your feet or your ass on the flag,
Smash up a Starbucks
(But don’t expect to get served),
Smash up banks
(Who financed your candidate),
And shout down the scum who you hate.
But it won’t make any difference
I can assure you,
The bed in the attic’s still there,
The food stamps will keep on arriving,
And the wind will still blow in your hair.
The streets will be cleared in the morning
As sad bitter people disperse,
To the buses and trains and planes waiting,
And the undertaker driving the hearse.
A split second moment
That meant nothing to anyone
But me
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AN AWESOME SOURCE OF ROMANTIC POETRY
Le quotidien du DIY
Poet, Writer and Game Designer
2 Lines each day...
"Diving into a writers soul is discovering the broken treasure and beautiful mysteries that make you gasp for air."
Ein Tagebuch unserer Alltagsküche-Leicht nachkochbar
Daily Thoughts and Meditations as we journey together with our Lord.
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"History is a vast early warning system." Norman Cousins
Exploring open roads without breaking the bank
Spanning the world with pieces of think
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When something happens according to your wishes,it is good ,but if not ,then even better ,because then it happens according to the God's wish.
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