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  7197.     

In The Freeing Felt Done From Breezes

In the freeing felt done from breezes,
I walk with a feeling to please an appetite
To enjoy the air I breathe.
And aiding with deep breaths I take,
Is a welcomed spice of life.

I am glad I am no longer uptight,
About those assessments made
For my life I decide.

And glad I am to fly that kite.
With a riding on a bike,
All day and night
If I like.

In the freeing felt done from those breezes,
I am walking.
Carefree and talking
To the birds, bees and trees,
Welcoming me,
With a feeling that releases
A ceasing to anything,
That had come to disturb my peace.
 
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  7198.     

In The Grips Of Tough Times

In the grips of tough times,
It's hard to hold back...
From gritting on teeth.
It's even more difficult to be real nice...
To someone seeing life,
Sugared and spiced.

In the grips of tough times,
Childish minds can much annoy.
And giving this attention can cause a big riff,
When an immaturity is involved in it.

In the grips of tough times,
It takes a lot to find peace of mind.
But if it means leaving petty scenes,
Don't waste a dime or the time leaving this behind.

In the grips of tough times,
It's hard to hold back...
From gritting on teeth.
It's even more difficult to be real nice...
To someone seeing life,
Sugared and spiced.

In the grips of tough times,
Don't be seduced to play the fool somebody uses.
No!
In the grips of tough times,
Don't be seduced to play the fool somebody uses.
No!
In the grips of tough times,
Don't be seduced to play the fool somebody uses.
Don't be seduced to play the fool somebody uses.
No!
 
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  7199.     

In The Guiding Mode

I have this theory about raising children.
To play with them is fine.
As long as time is given,
In the providing to them meetings with discipline.

However...
To play with them AND wanting to be their friend,
When in the guiding mode,
Is not advisable.

I know of no child respectable,
Who only knows fun and games.
And those boys and girls only exposed,
To playing with someone everyday...
Grow up to be adults,
Or something that appears as such...
Without wisdom shown on display.

And...
It hasn't been for them made a necessity.
 
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  7200.     

In The Hopes No One Remembers

Aging without experiencing to digest each phase of it,
To allow a processing of reality to accept instead delude...
Has left a series of serious lessons to learn,
To go uncomprehended...AND for YEARS.
As a doing of this had been permitted by those visiting dreams.
And also validated by others who chose with 'their' druthers,
To skip over truths they eliminated for pursuits to fantasize.
Without giving time to patience to sit and understand LIFE!
With attempts to connect reason with questions asked...
To discover a recovery of themselves and identity,
That a creating of faked wisdom gains no respect.

And gone in their minds not to realize the damage self inflicted,
Are so many who have aged but today prefer playing charades.
Staying to play all their lives on excuses made and stale alibis,
To later embellish experiences they have never had or dared.
But find time they 'still' do to complain on a daily basis.
While critiquing on street corners or wherever 'waste' is conducted.
As if upon request to express interest in business not their own,
In the hopes no one remembers the facts as they were.
Or the absence of their presence in those times long gone,
During their detailed depictions to describe and only in their 'minds'...
Where their exaggerations exist to live and occur uninterrupted.
 
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