Lazarus


There once was a man named Lazarus
That did nothing but sit on his ass
Till one day; just before he sat
His mother put a pin on his mat
That sent pain through his bottom so he couldn't sit in class.


Your attention is the most important asset you have. Be deliberate with it.

Zat Rana

The Watcher


I watch, the world in its form of stasis
And realize on our hands we have a crisis.
From lands in the east being bombed by Isis
To those in the west, were black men are left lifeless.
And in my home, were the majority are penniless
Because the minority endorse greediness.

I watch, as people of the world endorse greediness
And wonder if, it will ever reach a state of stasis
Where reduced, will be the number of penniless.
Or if we will, remain  forever stuck in the crisis
That led to our neighbors becoming lifeless
When they were being bombed by Isis.

I watch, as cities are bombed by Isis
And finally i see, that their greediness
Like a quake, has left many a people lifeless.
It has left governments, in a state of stasis
Collapsing due to the crisis
That has for long, left them penniless.

I watch, helpless as the penniless
Are turn't into mannequins by Isis.
Left to drown in a crisis
By those that swim in greediness.
I pray for a state of stasis
So that none will be left lifeless.

I watch, as people are left lifeless
Forget they ever were  penniless.
Stuck in stasis
Waiting for the beast that is Isis
To show its greediness
By leaving them in a crisis.

I watched the world fall into crisis
The more people became lifeless
As groups no longer hid their greediness
And desire to leave others penniless
And open to the attacks of Isis
That remove us from our stasis.

The world, faces a crisis that will  leave us penniless.
If we leave Isis and its greediness in stasis,
We leave ourselves exposed to becoming lifeless.

Lost time is never found again.

Benjamin Franklin

do not expect sunshine and clear blue skies

Continuous effort, not strength or intelligence is the key to unlocking our potential.

Liane Cardes


Do not expect sunshine and clear blue skies
On your odyssey through the sea of life.
Always endeavour to weather the storm.

Sailing across the ocean with sore eyes
Crying because at home you left your wife.
Do not expect sunshine and clear blue skies.

When you are sinking, and sharks start to swarm
In the waters that are with troubles rife
Always endeavour to weather the storm.

When the world wants to fill your head with sighs
Then happily try to seek out the strife.
Do not expect sunshine and clear blue skies.

When the forces of nature break your dorm
Do not in your back, try to sheathe a knife
Always, endeavour to weather the storm.

When the bold bitter winter starts to form
And the sapling summer plants start to thrive
Do not expect sunshine and clear blue skies
Always endeavour to weather the storm.


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A Dream of Spring

Image by 【中文ID】愚木混株 【ins-ID】cdd20 from Pixabay
Shall i, compare thee to a dream of Spring?
For when i entered a state of slumber
My melancholy mood, began blooming
Into a mood, that brought fourth its flower.
Thou art more sweeter than a buzzing bee.
A conquerer; more regal than a queen.
Pollinating my sadness into glee.
Turning the dry desert , of my heart green.
Of you, the very air must be jealous.
Scent from heaven; thou aroma will lure
Many men to come your way and make fuss.
In illness, hoping you will be their cure.
But alas; i awoke from my slumber
Feeling cold from the bold bitter winter.


When anger rises, think of consequences.

Confucius

A Prayer

O Thou, 
who's beauty be comparable to none.

I pray in hope you grace me with thy presence
For ever since you left, my heart is a desolate one;
For it has taken to hiding behind a fence
So as not to take offence
When thy love i cannot sense.

Has Heaven from me stripped her favour
That i no longer revel in thy splendour?

If indeed it be so,
Then truly i drown in sorrow
And look not well upon the morrow
For in it, you i never saw.

If indeed it be false
Then to me return, despite all else
And once again witness, the rise of my pulse
When you enter our house
And within me arouse
The desire to make you my spouse.

Oh, My Love;
Who's beauty be comparable to none.

I pray all else turns out right
So to me you return at once
For ever since you left
My heart is a desolate one.



Nothing is stronger than habit.

Ovid

Bradley, Brandon and Butlet.



Bradley, Brandon and Butlet
Bike beneath bridges
burn't by being bold.

Bradley, Brandon and Butlet
Banter badly,
By the back of black alley.

Bragging brazenly,
Because they
Bonded with blondes.

Boys believing babes
Be the bane to their pain.
Bastards! Busy blessing brothels.


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Bradley, Brandon and Butlet
Brothers, from another mother
Became blue beneath bland weather.

Bradley; became bored
Before bothering bottles.
Bellowing; for beer in bars
Beating bunks, before basking
Blissfully behind brews.

Brandon; broke bones at random.
Brought, back-handed blows to foes
But believed benevolence binds brothers.

Butlet; brushed blushes aside
Braked busses beside bushes 
And busted better then before.



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Bradley, Brandon and Butlet
Breathe by breeding bread.

Bred by bleeding blood
Beware, the banner
Of bad manners.

But be-aware, that these boys
Don't play fair.



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Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take,

but by the moments that take our breath away.

Anonymous