Life of an underground lyrical beast looking great
But one can imagine attempting to get the sure rate
To succeed, one's got to really hustle
And, yes, Life is pregnant with some kind of bustle!
Striving makes us great
But, How'd I get there, mate?
Nonstop hustle is, I trust, the sure key
But, first for God, I've got to be on my knee
If not both!
......
I've never considered myself nosy, I just care about people that's all,
The way gardeners care about roses, when colored leaves start to fall.
But like chaotically spattered sunsets, often things can get confused,
Like the times I interfered to help, only to have help firmly refused!
I had never comprehended why anyone, would rather make a huge mistake,
Like the mistaken sunshine that beams golden, on the day of heartbreak.
I even offered advice to strangers, but never with intent to dominate,
......
The sunshine and singing birds, awoke me that fine day;
And warmth caressed my face, as the wrens began to play.
I stretched luxuriantly in my bed, while smiling broadly,
At the gaiety of beautiful summer, in all its fair glory!
Since I had no desire, to waste the splendid day in bed,
I arose with plans for an outing, now forming in my head.
It was finally the weekend, so I invited my friend along,
......
I inherited a restaurant, from my parents who had retired.
It was a classy one, and only the best of staff were hired.
Overseeing its operation, was genuinely a labor of love,
As the noon warming sunshine, oversees lemony clouds above.
My passion and my pleasure, was to create brand new recipes;
And our able chef would have, them on the menu in a breeze.
Those dishes were popular, for I'd had some culinary training;
......
I loved my job as a librarian, and today I was walking to work,
In the warmth of a summer morning, when golden butterflies lurk.
I had some extra time, and it happens I took the scenic route,
Through the neighborhood park, in a bloom and greenery pursuit.
It was early in the morning, and the familiar sun shone peachy,
And I was enjoying my life, for in the beautiful days it is easy.
I saw colorful dragonflies, as I passed ducks in the dark lagoon,
......
Life of an underground lyrical beast looking great
But one can imagine attempting to get the sure rate
To succeed, one's got to really hustle
And, yes, Life is pregnant with some kind of bustle!
Striving makes us great
But, How'd I get there, mate?
Nonstop hustle is, I trust, the sure key
But, first for God, I've got to be on my knee
If not both!
......
Amaryllises fill the flower lover's small, white cottage,
In pinks, apricots and burgundy, near summer's edge.
A rich harvest of bliss, in every hue comes drifting down,
Painting the wilderness all colors, in nature's playground!
Sweet sun is setting scarlet as red fruit on high,
In a sizzling beauteous exit-apple pie in the sky!
We are caught up in the middle, of our passionate love affair,
In a world still so young, sweet dreams can blossom anywhere!