A SOLDIER’S WALK
Honor and Dignity
Lessons learned from War
Battled foundation
Salute in appreciation
Thought of Ashes and Destruction
Military stance
Uniform and Badges
Armed Forces Representation
America’s mission
Formation and precision
Courage and Integrity
Surrounding reality
Purpose and Fulfillment
Bold and Pride
Sunrise to Sunset footsteps
Thank you for your service
Soldier’s Primage
...BANJO BLITZ
Days at the Bayou
Playing the Banjo
Sit awhile and listen
Volume of harmony
Morning Dew
My Banjo and me
In song and refreshing friendship
Beauty of tone epilogue
The Sun brings the warmth
The Banjo embraces the joy
Memories of the Deep South
Storytelling mouth
North doesn’t know such tail
The Banjo forthtelling without fail
Dancing by the river banks
A look out in giving thanks
Skies wise
Heart of Gold
Banjo Behold
A Banjo can live on through generations
FLAT INVENTORY
End and Beginning were never so crystal clear, clear here, just like Death or Birth; Double spiral of Alpha and Omega; because - whether we like it or not - we are now all in debt. Someone takes their birth mother's life involuntarily with their birth, while others, tormented by sins and transgressions, like the sinking shipwrecked Odysseus, want to thrive in Existence, which is constantly bumping into a coral reef of barriers and obstacles.
One of the important but pathological rewards of reason is that while even the most food-loving person involuntarily gets bogged down in his petty, small-scale things: either because of what was offered to him in advance by a higher management, or precisely because he regularly compromises with himself and becomes a compromiser. Romance also looks very much like one of the patents of the Universe that can be owned and easily obtained, which is enough simply to be mastered so that Man can be happy and satisfied for ...
WORD MORSE
Midnight
The hour
Words control and establish
Thoughts trying to put together
The struggle in battle
Heat of the night
Sweat pours
Emotional and distress
It’s a test
Word block
Determined to not stop
Alpha letters tell me
Write On
Sentences say connect
The mind says, “Feel the Effect”
Words come
Writing begins
Mind over the Pen and Paper
The thought of end became transcend
Encouraged alpha Letters
Writing came to be
TARGET CRIES
My cries
Who listens?
My Thoughts
Who cares?
Life after
A wonder
Tears pour
Frightened moment
The pain
Anguish felt
The struggle
No way out
The fate
Must face
Situation
Must be strong
The circumstance
Looking to overcome
Standing alone
A slight pause
Thinking aspect
Yesterday’s wait
Tomorrow’s new day
Worries upon worries
Sorrows minute
A mirage of depravities
Years are confused,
into the shadows of darkness
I stare at my face.
I am researching the secret Vant and Jelent.
Stubborn to the lost
I also intentionally rejected blind hope.
With myself several times a day
I count out of necessity.
Who can dwell in the invisible?
onion peel-In one,
which my soul hides secrets
ancient, obsessed with its well depths.
Many transcribed memories flood over my head
and who are the actors?
they could accompany you for a certain period of time.
"Looking back, why was it necessary?"
scared to death ran aground,
believed love to be true,
which is perhaps the immortal
Could it have been worn with everything?!
Why did you lose your purpose,
as a stranglehold on myself
I had to break it into a million pieces
that only those are worth it
come close to me<...
MESSAGE TO THE WORLD
I dread conflict, unnecessary trouble. I'm already disgusted by the unnecessary prey talk. I retire to the ivory tower as a hard-working hermit. Rather, I hide in the ranks of my reconciled cell-solitude behind snow-white windows, where the tales of the Thousand and One Nights fit just as well as the Western poets.
Also polite ladies with flower threads - at most they only say hello to me on the texts of yellowed pages. Among the ferocious book gurus of social media, there are quite a few useless, louse-like people who bite and bite, pettish, and sting.
My dear, if you can hear, save me from these homo erectus, dirty to the core, because I myself am more and more terrified and afraid of them. The barrage of needle-pointed arrows of their criticism falls venomously into my self-financing advertising strategy. They are only jealous of my books, with jackal-speak. They abuse and hurt my free poems. I'd break into a wheel, I'd square it u...
CRUSHING CALVARY
Secretly in the brain preparing for the calvary of dreams, where not only thoughts but more idyllic memories of the past wander, it could have seemed so simple, easy, if two hearts could be aware of each other and did not have to deal with the superficial, exhibitionism separately as a mere formality. How good it was to fall almost floating, like compressed air, into the wasteful void, knowing; there will be no problem, because they will hold your hand.
Still, why did the honest-loyal expression on the face turn into a shocked and surprised scream, when an unexpected break-up caused him to slip away involuntarily?! - Now encrypted cave systems are now straining against each other; on a give-and-take, get-give basis, many times one after the other they think they are just scratching their heads, because they have been destroyed by the World, which will never forgive them! They dig their tiger claws more and more into the distance system, and this is already...
Soul-body interaction
When the secret dialogue of things, feelings, and glances begins unnoticed before the gullible, clumsy eyes - often unpredictable instincts-desires, lures-shadows turn into small-scale, false essences.
Subject and body become one, and as calculated accomplices they silently wait for the final Nirvana fulfillment. Bare bones, scarred teeth and soft tissues strain against each other, curving in the calculated, permanent grooves of their estrangement - if you like -.
The hidden, superficial truth, just like the weak, self-sufficient romance, is becoming more and more difficult to remedy. In a more concentrated focus, the precise contours of the eyes, mouths and faces are sharpened. It's as if a person is a sniper who only hunts for an inviting target and when he spots prey that can be grasped with his hands, suddenly strikes unexpectedly.
In the consciousness of the click-thinking mind, Time is always shattered. The attention will...
ACTOR’S CAPABILITY TRUTH
Soulfully and Tenderly
Spoken words on assurance
Stood on Confidence
Influences distance
Felt encouragement
Heard the applause of appreciation
Talent created
Presented the Gift
No stiff
Explored and embraced me
Thank the Heaven’s
God being exact
The presence became fact
The thought of shall
Moments of not
At times words felt tied like a knot
Sounding more like a set up plot
Alone on the stage
It became a wonderous amaze
Take the time to give praise
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