Mona Lisa’s Got Nothing On Her


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Skin reflecting sin
Where do I begin?
Even her hair’s so fair
With glasses on
She becomes a song
The epitome of wildfire flair

She makes a background smile
Never ever moving all the while
Making a flash soft as fur
As Winter becomes Spring
The past becomes a thing
Because Mona Lisa’s got nothing on her

Mesmerizing forever
A creation all too clever
Statuesque causing commotion
From where did this soul come
When she’s been right there, under our thumb?
Giving rise to self-promotion

The heavens make it clear
Her beauty brings a tear
Whereas envy can’t concur
The past found its muse
Repeating it just to confuse
Because Mona Lisa’s got nothing on her

Is This Not The Most Fascinating Life Line In The World?


What is going on with this palm?

Who has ever seen a heart-line and life-line joined together like this?

What does it all mean, seriously? Many say that “Life is what You make it.” Seriously?! Do we really have control over our own destinies? I know this seems like just a series of questions. But, can anyone tell anything about this individual just from a palm reading? How fascinating to have a palm that distinguishes You from everyone else.

Maybe Guinness should take a look at what could be “The Most Extraordinary Hand In The World.”

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Today May Be Your Last


Man has a thought

About using the gun he bought

Gotta make a plan

Before he goes down in quicksand

 

The only end in sight

Is for him to say, Goodnight

Prayer is no use

Now the demon’s loose

 

Everyone reminds him

Of why he’s too damn slim

But that’s not his only hunger

Gone are the days of being a whoremonger

 

Unable to flash those pearly whites

It’s like he’s lost all his rights

So tired of getting knocked down

Even has no love for the woman in the wedding gown

 

Only way to be proud of himself

Is to take every bullet from the shelf

Now here’s the feeling of respect

Heads, faces, don’t forget the neck

 

Life ain’t fair

When everything’s taken with your hair

Do your best and slack a little

Never has a Man felt so brittle

 

Time heals no one

In the Final Hour

Like angry video-game fun

Get the rush, Feel the power

This Ole House


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This Ole House

May be empty

But there’s still a place

To rest your weary head

When no one else seems to

care about your dreams and desires

it holds memories all too well

And will let you know

that everything’s gonna be allright

This Ole House

may have a chair or two

that needs to go

But there’s no rush

to upset the flow

And there’s still a place

And there’s still time

to find what you’re looking for

In This Ole House

There are no clocks

In This Ole House

You can hear yourself think

and disagree

All the same

When no one seems to care

This Ole House

Is there

It is the childhood you never had

It is the good brother

Or sister gone bad

It is the mother who knew no answers

It is the father

Who sought private dancers

This Ole House

Is the reason

You never committed treason

Filled with blood, sweat, and tears

In remembrance of your golden years

You don’t have to stay

Just revisit

When you want to play

This Ole House

Never gets old,

Too hot or even too cold

This Ole House

takes you by the hand

and helps your future understand

You don’t have to stay

Just revisit

When you need to sway

Never worry

That there won’t be room

Though there is no hurry

Expect to leave behind your Gloom

to This Ole House

Setting Up House


Longer

Are the 24 hours of daylight

of which all hope

can be soon found

never again treated

like a doorbuster prize

Well-advertised

      the only fanciness

stares back in the shiny

wrapping it possesses

Encompassed hands

never do move

As if frozen

Yet all else is carefree

Even Santa doth winks

at full-fed twinks

And drinks are spilled

as portals are then filled

Within the merriment of glee

Peace be with thee

To get closer

does He then see

the poser can no longer be

Still rules

broken by fools

wade childishly in pools

that laugh and smile

with all invitations on file

No expiration date

And Return to Sender as Fate

No Postage Required

Just your Will desired

Meeting the stamp of approval

Like a squirrel

earns points for accrual

Longer

are days that always last

everywhere and

out there

to share

strutting confidently

and oblivious to the past

The Fortune of Tellers


There is a cut inside my hand

that separates

Life from Reality

A true sense of

where I am now

from where I want to be

Others claim to be able

to read me

And I go along with

the lie

Should I not nod

then egg smears violently

Adhere to rhetoric

I mimic what they tell

Be it I who sees the fine line

inside my head

And provoke my large hands

to grab hold of it all

Releasing to only increase

Again

The story flows

As only spirit knows

May the backs of my hands

stay as clean

Life Class 2


What Good is Receiving Praise When It’s All Said and Done?

 

 

It’s been over 30 years since I graduated high school.  I haven’t even returned for a reunion.  Not that I haven’t wanted to attend; it’s just that other things took precedence over my cheek kissing over girlfriends and fist-bumping then boys who still wouldn’t mind showering with me – either alone or in a crowd.  Every now and then, I would spot an old, and I do mean old, teacher I had during my high school years.  Because of either timing or convenience, I couldn’t even yell out a, “Hello,” to them.  Then again, maybe I didn’t want to.  Maybe it was because of shame…shame that they would turn away from me or act like they didn’t know me from all those years.  Some of the things I did in high school, I often wish I didn’t have flashbacks for.  Though the years weren’t all bad; there were the stimulating times like playing on the football team, the basketball team, the wrestling team, Yearbook Committee, FBLA (Future Business Leaders of America), tennis team.  Then, there was the time I called my Guidance Counselor a loser and I made fun of how large my Accounting instructor’s head was.  And I do mean “HUGE.”  While many students ranted and raved about how smart or intelligent he was, I only saw my Accounting instructor as the one who gave me a “D” in the class I worked so hard in.  But, it was my Guidance Counselor who I had a vendetta against because he didn’t think my SAT scores would get me into Pratt University.  Aside from calling him a loser, I refused acceptance into Pratt as soon as the acceptance letter arrived.  I was determined to show him.  I really did want to go to school in Manhattan.

 

I don’t know what happened to that high school Guidance Counselor.  I do hope him the best though.  Maybe he’s retired and living in Florida with his wife and seeing his grand kids every chance he gets.  Yep, he must be living the life away from having to crush the hopes and dreams of those college hopefuls and the ones who can only hope and dream that the stars align just for them.  That Accounting Instructor and I finally came face-to-face one day in a grocery store that was just so out of character, I think, for both of us.  And get this, his wife was there in the deli section reading a book!  He noticed me right away.  After all these years, more than 30 of them, he remembered me.  Not only did he remember my name, he remembered all the classes I took as if he was my high school stalker.  Boy, was I about to get the shock of my life.  The instructor told me how a certain Calculus teacher and he discussed me during one of their teacher meetings.  Quickly, I was taken back to that teacher who made me sit up front, every day, in class.  I hated that class.  I hated how I would have to go up to the board and work out problems or play this game he created called, “The Game of NIM.”  “The Game of NIM” was a stick game that named its winner by having the last stick left on the board.  I didn’t master that game until many years after I left high school.  But, I felt it was my responsibility to teach others how to play the game.  Awesome!  My memory or my Calculus instructor.  Aside from that memory, the Accounting Instructor advised me that my Calculus teacher thought that I could be great if only I had committed or dedicated myself.  All while he spoke, I could remember seeing that teacher shaking his head or burying his head in his hands when I would come to class late or act as the class clown…all for no reason.  It was Senior Year!  What did I need to continue caring about Calculus?  I was off to UCLA or Cornell.  Either school I decided on would get my acknowledgement when I gave it to them.  That’s just how special I thought I was.  I had no idea that that was their way of trying to talk to me.  Why couldn’t they just come out and tell me I could be throwing my life away by not staying detail-oriented or maintaining my tunnel vision for excellence that other students so envied about me from grades 9 thru 12.  They all knew I was going places…but I could have gone anywhere and everywhere.  And looking back, I did deserve much less than that “D” I got.  My Accounting Instructor could have really crushed future by not receiving college credit for that course.  Would you believe that when I did get to college, I didn’t even turn in the invoice for the credit?  Ego.

 

All these years, I harbored resentment for someone who was trying to help me, in his own way.  I now wonder what or where I would be now had that teacher taken me told me of what my life could be like if only…  I was the student.  I was supposed to be made to listen and obey.  Then, I could honor.  What gall did this Accounting Instructor have to approach me with this so many years later!  It was almost as if this conversation was on his Bucket List.  Had the stars aligned for this to happen?  However the case, it makes me more aware that if this one teacher shared this with somebody, who’s to say that someone – anyone else felt I was unapproachable?  I guess all it took was one quick moment or the first few months of a school year to feel that I was above it all.  I had listened for three years.  To me, that was long enough.  I was on my way to doing things my way.  I know the old saying, “Hindsight it 20/20.”  I was young.  I don’t want to feel bad about the ‘what ifs’.  But I will say I wish somebody had held me down instead of held me back.  Or did I do that all to myself?