ATTEMPTED BAKE
Everything prepared the day before
Reading a recipe book for sure
The Flour, Butter and Sugar all added
It’s not the Pillsbury Bake Off
It was a need for dessert
Bake on Bake on
The oven is good and hot
Soon a layer cake to eat, I hope
Better have the Pepto Bismol ready
Just a matter of wait and see
Lord, please help me
The Layer cake was done
It was supposed to be a Layer Cake
Heaven’s sake
The cake turned into a flattened sink
I must have used the Titanic Recipe Approach
This cake came out as a joke
I might cou...
SEESAW-DANCE
The discarded, half-empty can of the old, pitiful World - you have to be careful! -, almost swallows him, the winds with knocked out teeth are chasing him, while in the totally closed virtual space, such wretched little people appear. On the dirty stone terrace of the city, more siserehad gangs are looting to their heart's content; The heavy trickery of the manipulations drags me along, if I let you. But many times I immersed myself in the full of secrets of the Spirit.
Inside, a deliberately slowed-down compound of sensations thumps, bustles, and gives sage advice conceived as a devilish convulsion. The scars of his mark still itch and there is no safe ointment to find on them. The depth of sleeping senses is slowly awakening, which perhaps draws from hearsay, and that is why it is still unsuspected. The Soul should be peeled, like the skin of an onion, so that one can see more clearly, not just stupidly blindly. Surrealistic mole holes meow even in t...
DON'T BE OVERCONFIDENT
I look in broken mirrors. Countless little worms from Alamus gather around me, hordes of wild beasts surround me; my existence is being robbed. It would be nice to take off like a foreign coat next to my ominous shadow the secret urge of Fate, which unexpectedly settled on my ruin days.
I would carefully hide the thread of tragedies and despair through the buttonhole of what happened to me, and unfasten the iron balls of my burdened years from my limping leg. Agony is constantly throbbing in my sick heart. Worlds thought to be far away, tortured faces retreat into their molehills; man can fight with great distances even for centuries, he can fight alone without meaning.
The past pulls you down like a benga-heavy anchor rope, because you are unable to part with your childhood, because it constantly reminds you of who you once were. Even the reefs of distances are often left behind in love, just as they are in feelings. The impossibility of goals s...
JUST WHY
Many questions asked
No Answer
Just a pause
Total silence
Refusal
Need to know
Reason through circumstance
Needless to say
Avoidance all the way
Why no answer?
Have no thought
Don’t know exactly in how to respond
A situation
No appreciation
Serves as abbreviation
Aftermath, no conversation
...
C VS XPLORE
The way to goodness
I know I am the witness
Understand Heaven’s vibes
No Jive
Darkness into sunshine
Blessings and guidance all combined
A man so true and mighty genuine
One that is merciful and kind
Turning wrongs into right
Pushing Evil out of sight
Test of time
Test of one’s inner soul
Keep that in mind
Spiritual words
Uplift Nourish
Not a wish, but a guarantee
You will C
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POWER OF PRAYER
Change into transform
Power through praise
Power of how praying transcends
Lifted up assurance
Faith influence
Despair into a turnaround
Health condition prayer seeing hope
Praying helping one to cope
Praying with a purpose
Praying with a need
Praying for strength
Power every hour
Praying is perseverance
Praying being a blessing
Never easy, but necessary
My Grandmother taught me to pray
Praying has become my relay
A proceed
The conquer and stride
What Faith provides
Privilege...
CROSS-HEARING BETWEEN DOGS
There may be no room for anyone on the streets; confused, cacophonous hurricanes of sound make the good people stupid, a few jerk wild animals hook the mother-in-law who is approaching ninety, the flower seller asks fifty thousand forints for a bouquet of orchids. On both sides, the boundary line of shadow and Death is congested, prostituted, disfigured mannequins weep in storefronts with broken windows.
Some thugs get out of their luxury SUV, which they park spectacularly; they are bragging and joking among themselves in their seventies. They wear revolver ball necklaces around their bull necks. The buzzing beehive pool of trophy women is regularly overturned. In the lunar courtyard of the discotheques, they sell another cool sugar cube powder, which makes the secret alchemy of the structure quite hyperactive. Eighteen-year-old street car racers drift at 240 km/h. The dog fair parade took place again on the market square: Was there only once a dog fair in...
KNOTS OF TRIALS
Have you ever been told that you have a bad approach to things?! Not the betrayal of the unattainable, unwinnable Happiness, nor the series of gawking, ass-licking accolades, the cheap success-hunting attitude measured in a fraction of a moment, - only the complex relationships of Being are really important. Just this current day, when neither dementia nor Alzheimer's have yet infected the channels of your brain.
Only the laughing laughter woven from true pearls on the lips of your Beloved would be important, the lazy, buzzing indulgence in the shadow of immortal Loves. Only pity is important, humility, only painful beauty, with which you can follow the coordinates of fleeting things and memories for a short time, wondering where, where did they go?! Only the struggling perspective of everyday life is important, what else can stay by your side, and who will become their traitors?!
At measured intervals, they also arrive at your house regularl...
EXAMPLE OF RELATIONS
Looks like you've had enough of the World. But in such a way that you would prefer to tie yourself to the very first tree, or take medicine that works without pain. You can work, you can sweat so much that you are tired of self-loathing, knowing that nothing will change, even if the hell eats, you won't be able to get ahead of the slouching, slouching, slouching Stróman candidates. You are well past the middle of your life; you wanted to hold on, but you preferred to let them hang on wherever they could.
Your peace of mind would be better ended by a true reckoning to yourself; wandering from one Existence to another as an eternal stranger. Your soul - even if it's not so inferior, commissar - sooner or later, like the raw snake skin, it will peel off to the bone. Unexpected outbursts and desperate acts line your routes at every age. If you don't pay enough attention, the sour milk will just bubble up in your throat, but the harmful b...