END POINT VERDICTS
You were forced to live the life of ironers and leeches, and if you were forced to fail enough times like Sisyphus, you deliberately ran away from problems and troubles, because you knew for sure that sooner or later gigantic tests would overtake you; when the thief is mean, the brave is cowardly, or the beautiful virgin is dirty and provocative. It is more likely that your body is gnawing away at the smaller molecular cells of your body - prematurely -, while a small bacteria-worm from Alamusi is writing more than a million expensive prescriptions, saying: "Just take it calmly, see if it helps!"
- You feel it in yourself, while you are struggling with total side effects, that you would rather sip ginger, garlic and lemon tea than easily down another toxic poison cocktail. - This current Sanda Hyena Era seems to have deliberately downgraded the complex things of the more sensitive, human soul.
It is not yet known when the weak, weak bod...
LADY LIBERTY FOR PRESIDENT
America’s Icon
Just imagine for a moment
The statue of Liberty becoming President
Ms. Liberty herself would be shocked
Standing and representing for the call
Freedom ways
Being strong on principles
Solid on setting the example
New York City where rivers flow
Freedom on the waves
Listen, the sound of immigrant boats
All from around the world
The torch being the devotion
Leadership in giving direction
America the Beautiful
From seas to shiny seas
Welcome reminders through the breeze
Mobilization beyond
The Statue ...
Calling longing
I will soon be forty. But between my two arms, the happy, cherishing feeling of the One-Dear One could not have drawn me into its magical magical power, and I begged the defiant, proud Angel as a supplicant: Take care of me as long as I live!
Our love, which we believed to be immortal, as well as the unshakable summoning of loyalty, the metaphorical chain of relationships, was deliberately discouraged by this current grotesque age infected with material success.
Tolerating it - I have already experienced it - is only rarely possible, like the anxious Sisyphus who was often chased away. - I could have been a child in your arms again, who could not be disturbed or threatened by a vengeful Fate, or a petty individual interest, would not be called to you by an uncertain distance, a landless distance.
I would be a humble fisherman of true pearls, in the secret wells of romantic souls, or maybe a news-teller, a witness who wants to hide....
Daredevil by Michael R. Burch
These are poems about daredevils, poems about risk-takers, poems about heroes, poems about gypsies and other vagabonds... Daredevil by Michael R. Burch There are days that I believe (and nights that I deny) love is not mutilation. Daredevil, dry your eyes. There are tightropes leaps bereave— taut wires strumming high brief songs, infatuations. Daredevil, dry your eyes. There were cannon shots’ soirees, hearts barricaded, wise ... and then ... annihilation. Daredevil, dry your eyes. There were nights our hearts conceived dawns’ indiscriminate sighs. To dream was our consolation. Daredevil, dry your eyes. There were acrobatic leaves that tumbled down to lie at our feet, bright trepidations. Daredevil, dry your eyes. There were hearts carved into trees— tall stakes where you and I left childhood’s salt libations ... Daredevil, dry your eyes. Where once you scraped your kne...0
EVANSTON DINER
Place to eat
I can’t say Evanston Diner can’t be beat
Location being the town of Evanston, Wyoming
Bound for Los Angeles, California
A stop on Greyhound Bus
You know the slogan, “Leave the Driving to us”
Limited food
There was no need to drool
Hamburger last
Had to be ordered fast
That was all that was available
Greyhound buses that passed through had cleaned out the Evanston Diner of food
Later the Greyhound bus pressed on
Back on the road again
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HESITANT STUMBLES
While life and level differences are already layered on the human soul; conscious construction also has its drawbacks. The verdict of an authenticated, deliberately falsified reality is almost unappealable. It is now less and less possible to extort the maintenance livelihood, as some stupid, forbidden-taboo hunger pang. Because the light of reason and free-thought quickly boils away even in meat pots; it burns, or, as they say, it sticks to it, like mud-jam.
The Present Time - if it exists at all - is certainly not an encouraging promise. Because it can never hurt if the little man builds his castles of cards with internal motives. Inner, instinctual movements shrink into walls by themselves, and because it's as if the person already feels it; with its individuality, almost an entire changing era appears. The cat-and-mouse game of Time - in many cases - is exposed, as it is so obvious. As if Life no longer wants to record itself on canvas, so that Apo...
EXPERIENCED DIFFERENCES
My friend! Maybe you're right! First, of course, you only account for the weight of your years as a prisoner, and only later the decades that have gradually, unexpectedly and suddenly been added to your being. Every time you laughed at the threateningly approaching Hangman's Death and tachycardia heart valve disorders, which sent emergency signals to the cogs of your body and then your brain, you were already like, why back down, when it wouldn't hurt to live Life to the fullest; at the dawn of our childhood, you taught me - just like you - to endure and wipe away my tears when an army of hurt and insults rushed at me, and I didn't understand why the weaker or smaller ones were hurt at all ages!
With the power of memories and words - maybe - only two of us can understand the shared moments of our past, while the external, confused world continues to march slowly towards the nets of uncertainty; We will continue to faithfully keep the cheris...
LOOP-NICKNAMING
The heavy chips of years weigh on my chest. Maybe they alone can know the Truth. I would plunge my face into the volt, because I can hardly have anything to do with the Van - he is afraid - anymore. Who can live in my prolific, tachycardic heart, which could have carried so many false diseases and ominous heart attacks?!
I wonder when the invisible One will take the gracious fatigue to not only wave over my life, but to send someone as a truthful witness who rightfully protects, comforts, and uplifts.
Out there, one can always know that the unworthy Present is rushing over one's head. It's a ruthless game of chance, the media and social space are full of false promises. No wonder most of them have been brainwashed a long time ago. So far, people and history have rarely been able to learn from the praise of losers!
Cryptic faces show the unmistakable, furrowed features of crow's feet. Hiding, flirtatious glances, summer ...
EXPERIENCED MEMORY-ALLEGRO FORTE
A harmonious, sheltering handshake from you; your visit is an unexpected holiday. It is an integral part of the secretly whispered, invisible dialogue between the two of us. A habit ready to be renewed. We search in our shared memories when we look at each other, and we feel that we belong together even without his unnecessary words, even if Life has taken you far away now. Absent Age-picture has already acquired all the yellowness, a black-and-white photo of a costume, when we were still mischievous, winking children and dared to trust in the promises of a nobler, more beautiful Future.
The impact of the moment now burns into us, like a prehistoric mosquito into petrified honey-colored amber. Time now hurts us on a visceral level, since we cannot explain to the rich minutes that they don't pass, that they don't rush away from us with such supersonic speed - but in a digitally recorded world, it would be so nice to expand our personal encounte...
AGE DILEMMA
Nowhere was the deserved, desired Life, or dream, the romantic saint-being, which all of us who had been stuck in the fallow fields with tunya-indifference, longed for for so long. The past still croaks tiredly and lamely, like an old, rusty washing machine or a crow. An intoxicating, unwashable stain of dirt floats in the Present. This strange, eccentric intermediate state is difficult now; we can viscerally feel how the conceited-selfish, almost tyrannical shelter of pot-shadows and stigma-wounds grows every day.
It is not necessary to believe anything that was preached or preached, since everyday Reality has become so familiar and familiar. It is enough to calmly stick our Jellyfish heads in the sand, just like the ostrich-birds. - Now the terrible Executioner-Time is still pulling towards an unknown direction, dragging the small-scale, mean man of the Era; There is no future for a long time, we would only cling to the crumbs of the Present without real...