Sadness, anger, disappointment she felt

When she found him with another

She barely knew of their relationship.

Sorrowed, aggravated, disheartened she was

When she found him with another

She asked herself if she was ugly.

Sorrowed, aggravated, disheartened she was

She saw him hugging and kissing the another

She asked herself if she was ugly.

She wanted to confront the couple

She saw him hugging and kissing the another

She felt he forgot their relationship.

She wanted to confront the couple

To condemn the man, and fight the woman

She felt he forgot their relationship.

Sadness, anger, disappointment she felt.

Hm, if I could do it all over again-

Who the hell wants to repeat that mess?

I could think of a couple things I’d do differently-

Like not crawl out of the womb?

But all in all, I think everything turned out about right.

Ya never won the lottery didja sport?

The joys and scintillation of that inner dialogue.

“Oh sake can you see...”

Getting to know and understand myself

“By the dawn’s early light...”

Feeling the confidence and pride that comes with perseverance

“What so proudly...”

Toward finding that timid inner child

Skip it, “THE BOMBS BURSTING IN AIR...”

Love, love will keep us together.

Yeah? Listen buddy, if’n I had it to do all over again, I’d of ditched your ass on beat one.

I’m sensing some passive aggressive hostility

Yeah?

Well, it seems that way

Must be the bag of greasy coney dogs ya ate at the carnival last night or somethin’

Well all this talk of reliving my life has got my stomach a bit queasy, I’ll take a Bromo-Seltzer.

Yeah, you be sure an’ do that.

Truth itself is relative.

Only told by those who live.

Truth for one is but a lie.

Leaving some to wonder why.

To the victor goes the spoil.

The defeated only foil.

After all they are who write.

History for which we fight.

There is always truth in lie.

Like the birds are in the sky.

Lie alone cannot exist.

Because from the truth they twist.

There is but one truth in life.

One that will lead to no strife.

Everything is but a lie.

How I know that makes you sigh.

Truth is not something that's said.

Or carried along the dead.

Truth is something that you find.

In the recess of your mind.

You will not find complete truth.

Sitting in a diner booth.

For that truth cannot be found.

Until we are heaven-bound.

Humans lie it's their essence.

They won't have acquiescence.

So you ask me what is truth?

Like there is such thing as sooth.

For there is no truth from lie.

Even as they wander by.

Truth is something that you chose.

Based on voices of those whose.

Are the loudest.

Do you believe in things the way they are

Or the way you want them to be?

The fact-based former example is truth.

The latter is simply a false story.

A student who says two plus two is four

Cites a mathematical truth.

However, a politician may lie

To get you in the voting booth.

Facts are accepted, not created.

Truth is discovered when the facts align

Or when faith becomes your reality

In matters religious and divine.

Truth can be unvarnished and naked

Or hidden to require a sleuth.

But beware: Truth can be stretched

Or shrunk to a grain or half-truth.

In short: Seek truth

Whether old or a youth.

If J.RR. Tolkien were alive today and had witnessed the political events which have unfolded, and seem to be the gathering clouds of a civil war in the USA, he might’ve written a tale that started out like this, with apologies again, to J.R.R.Tolkien for this piece of obvious humor from “The Hobbit”

...In a hole in the ground there lived some Republicans. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole, it was a Republican-hole, and that means it was filled with delusions of a stolen election, the support for a traitorous former president, and white privileged comfort which they wrapped comfortably around themselves, within their hole in the Capitol.

Deeper down in another dark chamber lived old Mitch McConnell, a small slimy creature. I don't know where he came from, nor who or what he was. He was Mitch - as dark as darkness, except for two big round pale eyes in his thin face. He had a little gavel, and he waved it about quietly in the Capitol; for Capitol it was, wide and deep and deadly cold. He waddled around with large feet dangling over the side of his podium, but never a sound did he make. Not he. He was looking out of his pale lamp-like eyes for blind Democrats, which he grabbed with his long, thin fingers as quick as thinking. He liked meat too. Children he thought good, when he could get them; but he took care they never found him out. He just throttled them from behind, if they ever came down alone anywhere near the edge of the Senate chamber, while he was prowling about. They very seldom did, for they had a feeling that something unpleasant was lurking down there, down at the very roots of the Capitol.

Note: This is not a promotion for violence, it is for entertainment only!

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I know, I shouldn’t have

But I did it anyway

Perhaps I might apologize

But I won’t do that today

I didn’t do anything really wrong

It was not about the laws I broke

He swung at me first

So I hit that angry bloke!

So next time you take a swing at me

Consider my black eye

I might not be as careful

One of us might die

BAM