6th step.

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As would a rock plummet into my face.

Did i ask to be thrown at it,

or was i thrown to it.

Hard choice and decision make the most out of it.

Soft voice and silence are my extensions just,

to know I went through it all,

and yes I don’t question,

I know when I say,

I lived, survived and now I could be, 

but i know I am not alone in my life that at least to say,

I accept my life as my own,

as my constant,

as my lesson.

So I may give this,

hopefully someone will take it and learn how to live and die,

each passing day.

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O, lo ghee. 1st e10

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Why would the pencil hated the pen,

When the pencil is unlimited in his ink while,

the pen needed plastic to hold her down.

Ahh the headache of it all.

Why must question suffer any

incessant bantering of any question that,

does and does not matter in which the filler paper do,

get at the butt end of it all.

O, lo ghee. 1st e.

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The spoon lied dormant while fork kept porking the hand to feed the one who kept eating,

that gluttonous sand.

That speaketh,

Are we not hungry for everything that we see,

are we not thirsty for everything we do,

are we not greedy for anything at all?

7th step

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To define that which of you are in need;

You and I have,

a stage, and a role to play through the drama of it.

To define that when it has been accepted;

You and I will know,

when it is time, to fold that hand and just,

bluff, barter, deny and keep on the denial.

What does it take to accept the hand,

when the hand just simply asks you to trust it,

be willingly enough to accept that its enough to know,

we must trust acceptance at the value of it all.

Quip-oh-lo-ghie q3

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Aah Naah, schwaa…

Go ahead tell me all of it,

I can take it,

I can make it.

Umm hmm mmm. . .

Here while you are done yapping, 

a gum for you.

Although if your tooth does making you sweat inside, makes me wonder

if you were really makint tooth out of your perfect truth of the matter.

Quip-oh-lo-ghie q2.

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Swuuuie Zuuwie Chewie.

Uhhm sweet sweet caramel,

oh juice of my loins.

And when that stoopie of a Doc,

tells me…

Noo, Nooo, Nooohh

Now i have to be sticking this on coz of you,

My sweet sweet glucose,

the love of my life,

the only one who  saves me everytime,

the one who put me in this bittersweet misery.

Quip-oh-lo gie.q1: Falling with grace.

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Yay, yay yaahy.

These days go by

so very quickly,

it seems i need to run past by it.

Nyaaa aack, shimmie shimy mie

Then why be in a hurry when one can,

enjoy the view while she runs past me,

what a huge trip, while i fall in . . . .

Dang boobies.

Ooooucchies, my liver.