• Others 12.12.2008 No Comments

    Past-tense demands eventual organic decay;
    all things mortal are subject–anyway!
    The world is fraught with a bunch of worry;
    mostly about–not enduring the flurry.

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    Past-tense demands eventual organic decay;
    all things mortal are subject–anyway!
    The world is fraught with a bunch of worry;
    mostly about–not enduring the flurry.

    However, alotted time passes…with a blur;
    each organism sees…what must occur.
    Regardless of any clever and wise attempt,
    fools must surrender, as a noble whimp.

    Even though prejudice may sway the ages,
    social ignorance turns with the pages.
    Before life’s precise-age…is finally realized,
    invincible halfwits believe many lies.

    Every falsehood, which dimwits perpetuate,
    judgement subdues their narrow hate.
    A futile attempt advocates an improbability,
    to disblur the flurry with any possibility.

    With ages, the oldest opinion cries “woe is me”
    to inexperienced hearts that cannot see.
    Each living entity…is bound to an exact path;
    time!…eventually turns to do the math.

    The math is destine to reveal daily occurrence;
    light and dark alternate with dominance.
    This is a set path, which is divine in every way;
    dark becomes light to begin another day.

    The cemetary is filled because time ran-out;
    so, the grave offers us nothing to pout.
    Why should courage end life–with a final cry?
    past-tense explains the math…and why!
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  • Others 25.07.2007 No Comments

    Many a stigma floats–to destroy charm;
    While, public repulse intends some harm.
    An individual worth…seldom last forever;
    Narrow minds determine–what is clever.

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    Many a stigma floats–to destroy charm;
    While, public repulse intends some harm.
    An individual worth…seldom last forever;
    Narrow minds determine–what is clever.

    Genius flies through the greatest of fools,
    For prejudice forms an image not so cool.
    Publicity renders human-states…to resist;
    Alas, determine foolishness should persist.

    Earthly dwellers obviously increase in age;
    Time!…is the factor that developes a sage.
    Contributions made…are by active minds,
    Chiseling grooves to appease Fathertime.

    Human beings of any size possess a brain;
    Those involved in creation…are the same.
    Children go through school with high IQs;
    Finally, register a diet–with nothing to do.

    Gray & bald–signify the arteries are firm,
    As years roll-in!…to diminish public charm.
    A genius may brighten the day with smiles,
    Tho’ winkles seldom drive the ladies wild.

    Perhaps skin creases are the lady’s fault;
    As a stimuli appears, the lady feels naught.
    Charm is a shy-type to offer a contribution,
    As a subtle approval–deserves distribution.

    Who is the public–disturbed by fat old men,
    And disallow his contribution–a valid blend?
    When death leaves man’s endeavor behind,
    An open test-of-time will generally decide.
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  • Others 25.07.2007 No Comments

    Time is law–in a force of gravity,
    Inwhich, man must obey.
    Time is a lost cause–for eternity,
    Wherein, man can’t stay.

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    Time is law–in a force of gravity,
    Inwhich man must obey.
    Time is a lost cause–for eternity,
    Wherein, man can’t stay.

    Love is the supportive ruler-of-time,
    For earth reigns with power.
    Earth rotates the condition of man,
    For mankind’s loving shower.

    Combine love’s gravitational pull;
    Time is a moment on land.
    Combined with a power-of-love;
    Time for woman and man.

    Concerned for loving tender care,
    Cherish the heart so kind.
    Caring between man and woman;
    Devoted hearts combine.

    Earthly barriers are broken lose;
    Love reveals the sign.
    A barrier breaks an ageless trap,
    As love soars pass time.

    Each generation agrees with time;
    No one dare countersuit.
    Generations, who love a following,
    Eternally, will never lose.

    Choose this day…to be alive,
    And let time pass beyond.
    Choose whatever, you will decide;
    Let lovely gravity…live on.
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  • Neighbor, relate to me…of golden years;
    Especially the ones with thrilling cheers.
    Take a happy moment, or perhaps, two.
    Reveal pleasant things expected of you.

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    Neighbor, relate to me…of golden years;
    Especially the ones with thrilling cheers.
    Take a happy moment, or perhaps, two.
    Reveal pleasant things expected of you.

    Mix some feelings with a conjecture ascent,
    Whether years will arrive–straight or bent.
    Chronical concern predisposes me, you see;
    Perhaps, those golden years are not for me.

    There is a social disturbance–all around.
    Some rumors practically cover the town.
    Folks talk about a raucous of some kind;
    Claim! that years pass quickly with time.

    How does time appear when it arrives;
    Do years become golden–dead or alive?
    Suppose years of gold are hard to find;
    Alas, time surmounts…without a sign.

    The ebb-of-time is hardly prepared for me;
    Physical persuasion…isn’t very convincing.
    Even so, professionals are pleased to help;
    They can set the golden years–in a snap.

    If golden thoughts are previous to submit,
    Check a silver jerk, where a joint don’t fit.
    Level hips just may transport a lame brain;
    Snap! pop! Silver legs, with a golden pain.

    Neighbor, you express the density of gold;
    Oddly, time is a yearly persuasion–unsold.
    File with a lawyer; get free from this crap;
    Golden folks are resolved to take this rap.
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  • Hours float beyond hours: tic-toc, the clock.
    Each thought unwinds a speck in time;
    Fleeting concerns validate life’s design.

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    Hours float beyond hours; tic-toc, the clock.
    Each thought unwinds a speck in time;
    Fleeting concerns validate life’s design.

    A pulsive clock: a timeless tic; an endless toc.
    Tic-toc serves–even the incessant fool;
    Idleness can not escape an empty pool.

    Relentless spinning tics away–a way of life.
    Valuable moments spent in foolish haste;
    Thoughtful minds have nothing to waste.

    This circle of ticing requires the keenest alert;
    For an endless discovery gives nothing lost.
    A constant improvement reveals the cost.

    Ask not for vain power–betraying humility.
    But wait a moment, and share your time.
    Patience lacks values…in a prideful mind.

    Waiting disarms aggression, and conquers vanity.
    The ticing clock produces a peaceful will;
    Seek to be humble, submissive, and still.

    The signs-of-time forsakes the tic in a faded clock;
    Nothing can be done…to unwind the past;
    In a final tic-toc, time disappears–at last.
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  • Better Off 20.07.2007 No Comments

    Clouds of delusion,
    Shows the way.
    Forsaking thoughts;
    Others may stay.

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    Clouds of delusion
    Shows the way.
    Forsaking thoughts;
    Others may stay.

    Been there–done that;
    OK…for passing.
    Time passes on and on;
    Nothing is lasting.

    Eyes…widely in focus,
    Views this cloud.
    Sunbeams are really
    Shining proud.

    Adventure beckons
    Hearts that grow.
    Though ruts will pull
    Down–with “no.”

    Traveling this world,
    To find a soul;
    One who is cool,
    But, not too cold.

    This great big network
    Of cities and towns.
    Someday may lay ties,
    But, hardly now!

    Circle the globe,
    To live a dream;
    One that’s everything,
    Just…as it seems.

    Highways are available,
    For most anyone.
    Vehicles…with gas,
    Gets things done.

    World…of traveling,
    Keeps me cool;
    Highways of gravel,
    Fills my soul!

    Purposes of life,
    Having life done.
    Dreams that deal,
    Are lots of fun.

    Which clouds are left–
    Directing the way?
    Obstacle’s delusion
    Are deals that pay.
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  • Better Off 20.07.2007 No Comments

    Irreverent language is fraught with disrespect;
    Ominous communication denies a circumspect.
    Existence is greater than the creation of haste,
    So that anxious minds produce a mortal taste.

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    Irreverent language is fraught with disrespect;
    Ominous communication denies a circumspect.
    Existence is greater than the creation of haste,
    So that anxious minds produce a mortal taste.

    Wake-up reality, and feel your sight sensation;
    Muster-up grateful courage…to see the sunrise.
    Gather with friends to witness the wonderation;
    Friends, watch time warm the earth–clockwise.

    Such magnificent beauty revolves with decay,
    Temporarily sensitive…in bubbles and dreams.
    Everything changes: solid rust, and rots away;
    Fickle flesh desolves a wish…with a sunbeam.

    Flesh and blood fabricates illusions of surreality;
    Evidence presents a tangible touch of dreamers.
    While incarnated man evolves the wit of reality,
    Wishful neighbors clash, and crucify redeemers.

    Another–lasting world, is finally coming to pass;
    Tho’ shallow conditions engage the human mind.
    Earthly existence temporarily touches the past,
    While indestructible, observes this tangible time.

    An ideal act of mental behavior: is insistance,
    That thinkers possess the dreams they bought.
    Thoughts are futile–to claim a non-existence,
    For the claim requires a substance of thought.

    Greatness–for a Creator, acknowledges earth;
    Awesome!…glorifies power in a Being of Worth.
    Mortals appear common in a lowly state of odd,
    Kissing the sacred hand in the Kingdom of God.
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