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It’s my favorite,
And I don’t want to get over it,
Though it seems the worst choice to make,
It’s my favorite,
And I don’t want to let go of it.
I’ll confess it doesn’t seem,
Like a prime pick,
And why just any won’t due,
I’ve no clue,
But this one for some reason,
I think would fit like,
A perfectly-broken-in shoe.
As they’re pretty much alike,
That one should be able to,
Just take a hike,
But it’s like I’d like to connect a cable,
Because when I’ve got it around,
I feel slightly more stable.
Such a terrible old thing,
And gives an awful sting,
When it lashes out like lightning,
But still I find,
It makes my life exciting.
Maybe it’s just an addiction,
If so,
That’s one super strong poison,
Even so,
Bring me a big cup,
And I’ll drink it right up.
It deserves a good kick,
But still,
I hope it stands unmoved,
When it gets this reprove,
Since when it’s around,
My life feels improved.
I bet it’s bad to be around,
It’s always pulsing out vicious vibes,
Like an agressive animal,
It may as well bare teeth,
And lunge at feet.
There’s a simultaneous urge,
To push it away,
And pull it closer,
The emotions that surge,
My mind is like a rollercoaster,
Whether from me it’s near or far.
The sight of it,
Has my stomach in knots,
I’m wishing it would just get lost,
But then I’m loving it.
Persistent as a tooth gone rotten,
It just will not be forgotten,
This sunshine might be lost,
But I’ll seek it out,
At any cost.
The entire universe,
Runs on intention,
It’s up to each individual,
Whether for you it comes through,
As faith,
Or hope,
Or magical incantation.
You must not only think it,
But actually feel it,
Believe it,
Only then can you receive it.
Reach out with your whole being,
Mind, body, and soul,
So you are fully seeing,
Whatever needs to transpire,
To make your river smoothly flow.
Through your mind’s eye,
You must create a picture,
Take it and project it,
Into the universe,
And in the name of whatever or whomever,
In which you stake your trust,
Demand that this coming to pass,
Is a fucking must.
Everything runs on energy,
But it’s not necessarily electricity,
For us humans,
When at full power,
Determination is potent,
And the reaped results show it.
You must expect,
Be thinking like it’s already here,
Or the blessing will get checked,
And your needs and hopes,
May as well,
Be written off,
Yep………. shot to hell.
Don’t ever let your will power waver,
Have staying power,
Until it’s your hour.
If you doubt it,
Rather than shout it,
Your reward,
Will never match,
What us with open minds and hearts have scored.
A flood of peace,
Swept through my soul,
It temporarily patched the hole,
And made me feel,
Almost whole.
I was able to sleep,
More than a wink,
Like I hadn’t,
In almost a week.
**********
But let’s back up,
To when thunder struck,
And every imaginable,
Type of hurt,
Made me wish I was under,
Six feet of dirt.
There were hot spots and cold fronts,
But I must be a dunce,
For I held out hope,
That this time I may be taken,
As more than a joke.
The hot spots did not last long,
They were like maybe just the first bar,
And the cold fronts were endured,
As long as the rest of the song went on.
**********
So back now to present time,
I could not think,
There was every negative emotion,
Swirling through my head,
Like a storm out in the ocean.
I tried to calm down,
But as no definitive dreams came,
My mind continued to drown,
Then I remembered a trick,
That can solve any problem,
And the only thing needed,
Is a certain book about two inches thick.
Without a doubt,
It was time for supernatural help,
Answers weren’t coming on their own,
I’d have to conjure them alone.
So out came the giant purple volume,
And I closed my eyes,
To ask about the burden,
Eating me up inside.
I call this my magic eight ball,
And it always answers when I call,
My hands were guided to the exact needed excerpt,
And I was prompted to pay attention most especially,
To the one numbered as twenty.
Oh I don’t know why I was even surprised,
The response was just what I had surmised,
And that night I was able to close my eyes,
And sleep for the first time in ages,
Soundly until the time came to rise.
**********
Now if the patch can hold,
Until the conclusion,
At what’s bound to be,
One hell of a reunion……….
Sort of like the color blue,
He’s acting bold,
Kind of like navy,
Then another day,
I’d describe him as more pastel,
Listless and boring,
With nothing to say.
Snow ,
Whether slushy or fluffy,
Can be compared to her,
She’s much the same,
As the color white,
Because like that,
No matter what’s going down,
Be its consistency boring, annoying, cold, or stuffy,
Her color’s hues barely vary.
One changes face,
To fit the situation,
Everyone is a fan,
Because he always fits,
As the ideal man.
The other is the same,
One hundred percent of the time,
Always speaking her mind,
Fake is not her kind,
She cannot do it,
No matter who would approve it.
Apart anger boils,
And progress spoils,
Then when face to face,
All seems to get erased,
Brains go blank,
The only thing in mind,
Is this attraction they chase.
He feels unworthy,
Of her beauty,
Uncool and past his prime,
And that she may just want,
To bleed him out of,
His last dime.
She feels unaccomplished,
Almost stupid,
Next to him,
He’s so educated and polished,
It leaves her,
Speechless and astonished.
Each day this is left unchecked,
One or both is vexed,
Please guys,
Just meet in the middle,
Once and for all,
Resolve this riddle.
I’m sitting here wondering why,
People put an expiration date,
On something not brand new,
How is it not still great?
And not still worth its weight in gold?
Do you have an answer?
Or will your mouth just continue to hammer?
At what age does this classic,
Become trash to fill a sack?
Is it actually,
Without a doubt,
Truly fucking worn out?
Or might you be kind of close-minded,
Just following the twisted thinking,
Of your fellow mankind?
Antique to me means much,
Not out dated at all,
And as such,
I’ll keep a hold on it,
Because an original,
Versus a copycat,
Why the fuck,
Would I give up that?
Old fashioned,
Isn’t necessarily behind the times,
No need to pawn it off for cash,
Anyway,
When did gaining another year become a crime?
An heirloom, a treasure, a relic,
Not ancient or creaky or clunky,
It shouldn’t be cast as an outcast,
To a pile of unacceptable junk,
But be a collector’s item,
To be recycled,
To brighten your days,
And to remind you of the good old ways.
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