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Some like it rasta

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Tobin F

some like it
some don't
easy chair
lost in space
finding a friend
lesson in the pace
human is the race
retched is the beast
feast of mice
chicken and rice
everything nice
the sensation
the devotion
heart filled joy
restitution
delusion
tempers there
not rare
medium at most
holy is thy ghost
reasonable
undetermined
splish splash
smoking the hash
eating the curds and whey
spider and cider
living well
seeing free
let it be me
in the hearts of family
endless divisions
senseless despair
all beware
the iron curtain
the sensations
frustrations
never ending war
lost is the finish
popeyed and spinach
still in thought
everlasting gaze
simple be the laughter
children at play
stop and don't say
stay away
simple misunderstanding
peace in spirit
never ending love
I have fought
I have destroyed
living here in laughter
like being young and after
heaven for me
life for thee
sitting in the tree
ashes to ashes
dust to dust
plentiful translation
being together
glory for us
love of ALL
sitting still
watch Babylon fall
rasta in the heart
jah within the soul
heaven on earth
as it was
as it shall be
tender feelings
with hope
ending divisions
people endure
living to share
childish lonesome
free flight
insight

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Fantastic Voyage

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Center Square

Here I am—
a man with a cause,
standing with the father of Santa Claus,
tempers rising,
eyes staring
toward honesty and majesty
through incarceration
and despair.

Happiness doesn’t come from without.
It grows within,
when the weight of old sins
finally loosens its grip.

Hello, my friends of constant thought—
stay with me,
be something more than what we’re not.

Tempers rearranging,
pushing, shoving, talking—
trying to relax,
trying to rise above.

Like I said,
not without being gentle,
not without truth,
not without the courage to shout.

Call me square—
I’ll still be there,
knocking on heaven’s door.

Because truth must carry justice.
Without justice
truth disappears.

Justice
and the American way—
my way or the highway,
standing again in the center square.

My friend,
where do we go from here?

Uncertain.
Unknown.

I hit the ground—
someone help me—
I’ve fallen away
from the place I want to be.

Round and round
inside my mind,
the sincere,
the hopeless—
come near.

This place I’m trying to know,
GI Jane
or GI Joe.

Laughter echoes sometimes,
not all the time.

There are places,
there are friends,
there are friendships
still waiting to mend.

Family
is stronger than words.

Take it in.
Take without knowing.

A distant song—
the glory of the Lord.

Quiet richness
of what is
and what may be.

Some say it’s nothing.
Some say it’s known.

But I’m not knocking on heaven’s door
unless it’s in the name of something true—
before
you break my heart.

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Sitting here,
wanting a beer,
knowing now
I cannot partake.

So my mind drifts back
to sixteen—
new driver’s license,
thinking I knew everything.

Those were the days
when cruising was the thing.
My old Jeep Cherokee,
circling the block at night.

One turn too fast—
loss of control.
How low can a young man go?
Destruction on a quiet road.

Not much to know then,
only noise and motion.

But once—
when I was still a boy
who could not swim—
I fell into the lake.

In that cold moment
there were lights,
an angel choir,
a calm that found me
right on time.

Years later
I saw that light again.

Not in heaven—
but walking this earth
in flesh and bone.

The prettiest there ever was.
Our eyes locked
only for a moment.

I knew she was innocent,
pure in a way
I believed I was not.
So I kept my distance
from the living angel among us.

So beautiful.
So kind.

Now tears fill my eyes
for the day she died.

Praying for better,
wandering the underworld,
the River Styx in my mind.

Lost in the struggle,
striking at shadows,
yet the beast never dies.

Still—
777,
a quiet sign.

Love in your heart
makes peace above.

One and one,
sometimes three.

Hold my heart still.

It is God's will.

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Once Upon a Time

Once upon a time
I walked a troubled road —
drugs, mistakes,
and choices I now know.

A crime against myself,
a devil in disguise,
promising forever joy
through temporary highs.

Peace was whispered softly,
distraction pulled me near;
time will tell the story —
heaven’s hope or hell’s fear.

Time is now before us,
so much left to see.
Rest when you are weary,
set your spirit free.

Lay down the burdens,
face each test your way;
sometimes strength is standing,
sometimes walking away.

Peace and music guide me,
love and quiet magic too;
divisions are illusions
the wounded mind once knew.

Drained thoughts marching —
left, right, left in line,
yet healing comes in moments
where soul and grace align.

To be loved, to be known,
to let the heart unfold —
happiness grows gently
when compassion takes hold.

Blessed are the loving,
those who seek the Creator’s light;
the greatest love descending
to lift us through the night.

A spirit dwelling in us,
teaching what is good,
a path away from corruption
where mercy once stood.

Though flawed from the beginning,
we need not end that way;
take the chance on goodness —
choose love today.

Laugh along the journey,
let wisdom light the scope;
without it we drift blindly
on fragile threads of hope.

Even when despair comes,
staring down the flame,
let peace rise within us
in Jesus’ name.

So let us pray together:
for hearts made kind and strong,
for love to guide our footsteps,
and peace to lead us on.

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once upon a time
I did drugs
and it was a crime
devil amongst the living
certain to deceive
everlasting happiness
not much left to need
be at peace
tickle the distraction
tensile strength reaction
time will tell
heaven or hell
time is here
so much left
in this world
take time to rest
laying down
taking the challenge
to run away
and fight another way
peace and music
love and magic
divisions illusioned
engrained in the brains
brains so drained
not much to think about
left right left
the cadence in formation
the sensation
relived and grown
loved and known
happiness of thought
upon the soul
of those who care
care enough to love god
cursed is without love of the creator
the greatest love
love from above
the holy spirit who dwelleth
dwelleth in them able to know goodness
a path against corruption
though corrupted from the beginning
less corrupted in the end
take a chance
this is the way
not this day without laughter
take it every other path
without wisdom
lost in hope
thoughts of despair
into the dragons mouth it stares
other wise ALL that Cares
let it be peace
in jesus name we say
let us all pray
pray for a great and loving way
to enter our hearts today

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Morning on the Mountain

In the mist of morning air,
center stage where silence speaks.
Rain in winter, snow in spring —
seasons turning, uncertain things.

Limited by the unknown,
not knowing what we don’t know,
there lie the dangers of darkness
and the burdens carried by light.

Indecision flatters the mind,
yet life moves beyond permission —
a rainbow smiling after rain,
the wind whispering what remains.

A cold breeze down the mountain —
my mountain, Gilbert Mountain.
Here I stand, tall in its shadow,
realizing simply living here
is what truly matters.

The lift, the will, the doubt,
cowardice beside honor.
The wolf’s domain,
the pack among the sheep,
the dog that guards without a tale,
hidden strength within the fold.

Madness and rightness mingle,
yet I stand peacefully,
high upon the mountain,
living as fully as I can.

A fountain of air surrounds me.
Try the distant way —
unpaid, unrelenting,
still moving forward, feeling fine,
living free, longing to be.

Stay still…
Wanting always to know,
yet never knowing
what remains unknown.
Still I search,
sometimes lurching,
often tangled,
nights turning rotten with doubt.

Yet thought leans toward the light.
I wander in darkness
watching for its return.

Standing alone,
wanting to grow —
a life of wonder,
needing more, receiving less.

Still in this world
may we remain blessed.

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in mist of morning air
center stage let us know
rain in winter
spring it snows
limited by unknown
not knowing don't know
dangers of the darkness
the burden of the light
flattery of indecision
living beyond the free
smiling of the rainbow
listening to the wind
cold breeze down the mountain
my mountain
gilbert mountain
here I am
standing so tall
not to know
living here
is all that really matters
the lift
the determination
the cowardness
the honored
the domain of the wolf
the pack upon the sheep
herder of the dog
sheep dog no tales
hidden in the pack
big mac
the true madness
rightness
peacefully standing
high on the mountain
living as can be
fountain through the air
try yonder way
unpaid
unrelentless
going on
feeling fine
living free
wanting be thee
stay still
wanting to always know
can't know what is unknown to me
always searching
lurching
frequent tied up
rotten through the night
living all thought of light
wandering in the darkness
watching for the light
never be
set them free
standing alone
wanting to grow
life of wonder
needing more
getting less
in this world
watch us be blessed.

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Here’s your words shaped into a clearer, heartfelt piece while keeping the spirit, imagery, and emotional flow you created:

Valley of Hope

There are places to be—
the wizards warn us:
emptiness waits
in hearts that yearn forever.

Yet there is a valley of hope.
Step there gently—
a little fear follows,
but peace walks beside it.

Take me in,
hold my hand,
then set me free.
Hearts mingling,
love breathing quietly within.

Anger rises, divisions shout,
institutions draw their lines—
but heart to heart
remains the only victory.

Majesty, make me whole.
Let the feast be kindness,
beyond disguise,
beyond the fleece.

Set peace here.
Let it grow.
Ease the burden,
guide the wandering flock.

Dream of a world
where love is ordinary,
where flowers grow freely,
where we live gently together.

Left, right, left—
the cadence of hope.
Lessons from the fallen,
wings rising higher.

I am of the All.
Tender peace within,
creation alive among us,
hope rendered in simple being.

Light my life,
set fire to my heart—
let joy and tears both fly.

Peace is with you.
Time to release division:
sister to sister,
brother to brother,
one human family
learning again to love.

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I will write some words and then you can organize them into a clear concise work of art from the heart.================ places to be. wizards do warn emptiness in the hearts of all that yearn for evermore. there is this place. the valley of hope. afterwards a little fear. take me in . let me be hold my hand then set me free. places to be things heartfelt within. the hidden joy of life ever more the simple flavour of peace from the more. taken in. let it out. our hearts mingle in love. angry tempers flare. the division. the intimidation. right here. taken down. heart to heart. the only way to win. take me majesty and make me so whole. pleasant is the feast. beyond the fleece. sheeps clothing alternate division of institution. place it here. never ending hight. take the ever peace. set it here. set it forth in the goodness. play it be. ready to ease the burden. herding the sheep. don't eat meat. how do the flowers grown. plentiful in dream. imagine all the people. living love this way. heart to heart. feeling peace from each other. tender is she let her heart fly. left right left. cadence always there. to the place of dreams. screams under the fallen taking lesson. reach new heights. spread the wings. It is I-I am of the ALL. Peace tender within. creation from this nation. rendering hope in the pleasant being. light up my life= set fire to my heart.peace and joy let it fly and laugh and cry;. peace is with you. time to let go and end divisions loving each other as sister to sister and the brothers together.

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Word of Mouth — Painted in Light

I am here, then around I go,
where I land only spirit knows.
Once in shadow, now toward glad,
turning the happy from all the mad.

Goodness gracious — the sun on my shoulders,
warming the heart as the long road smolders.
Sometimes troubled, sometimes glad,
never all good, never all bad.

Shoes on my feet make me feel so rad,
walking the story this life has had.
Not the greatest, not the worst,
just quenching slowly that inner thirst.

Sometimes I tremble, shaking with fear,
wondering if the right path is near.
Wrong I knew, yet still I strayed,
learning the cost of choices made.

Whispers of gossip drift through my mind,
yet forgiveness is easier to find.
The sun shines bright — I breathe, I see,
and light makes better company.

I was here, and often gone,
like dusk fading into dawn.
High and low, the answers flow —
everything I long to know.

Stop, in the name of love, I say,
let the heart guide the way.
I’ll remain where love is strong,
in never-ending light I belong.

Peace be with you, dearest soul,
in this painted place made whole —
a happy little world of grace,
where love and light softly embrace.

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LANA

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Pleasant Thoughts

Pleasure feels like the dream —
not obscene, just human.
Always wondering how to decide
in a world of constant feeling.

Hope moves us forward;
knowing just enough
while still lacking full understanding
in this finite mind.

Still, better to live than not.
The world runs hot —
flaring, daring, working things out.
Time to sing,
time to shout.

Thoughts wander:
sometimes kind,
sometimes bruised.
Forget the great for a moment —
remember the humble.

The long shot not yet taken
is not truly forsaken.
Heaven remains,
and all that rains down:
kingdom come,
will be done.

More and less,
seasons shifting —
summer laughing,
summer sneezing.

Through it all,
the kindness of those we meet,
honor given,
love expressed in small renditions,
peace that longs to last.

A world of hope
where dreams are gentle,
simpler than the mind
that strains to hold everything —
the brain drain of all that is
and all that may be.

So we stand true
in this circle of love,
knowing peace in the future
begins with what we choose now.

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pleasant thoughts
pleasure is the dream
not so obscene
always wondering how to decide
in a world of constant feeling
hope and go
enough to know
lacking full understanding
with this finite mind
rather than not
the world is hot
flaring daring working things out
time to sing
time to shout
random thoughts
sometimes kind
others beaten
forget the great
remember the humble
the long shot
still not taken
not really forsaken
only the heavens
and all that rains
kingdom come
as will is done
some more
less and less
summer acting
summer sneezing
all and all
kindness of those
encountered by honor
renditions of love
peace everlasting
and a world of hope
where dreams are kind
and more simple
more simple than brain
the brain drain
of all that is
and all that is to be
as we stand true
in this circle of love
and peace in the future
is to be taken now

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Truth, Life, and the American Dream

Truth, life, and the American dream — sometimes life is exactly what it seems, and sometimes it is not.
Still, I choose hope. I choose laughter. I choose the sound of children giggling, people caring for one another, hearts unburdened and free.

A heart must be free.
Living a little, liking it a lot — that feels close to heaven’s gate, close to eternity, where the quiet chambers of peace might exist.

Yet the world interrupts.

“Hello… are you friendly?”
“What do you want?”

The temperature rises. Anxiety builds. The body reacts — fear, sickness, the sense of danger closing in. Streets feel crowded with people grasping for their piece of the pie, even when it seems there is nothing left to share. Hope shrinks, fear grows, and responsibility blurs.

Still, there are gentle moments:
a tender touch,
a maiden of hope,
a life shared with loved ones, family, children — the simple blessing of belonging.

And I remind myself:

I have a heart of my own.
Not lost. Not hopeless.
Sometimes shackled, yes — but never without the possibility of a key.

Pain, loss, confusion — they can turn into anger and resentment if left alone too long. I know this. I’ve felt the short fuse, the firecracker temper. I’ve prayed:

Deliver me from my past and I will do better. Help me be better.

Love me first, so I can let love flow outward. Tempt me not toward despair.

There are moments of strange stillness — staring at walls, thoughts flickering like holograms, wondering how far I’ve come and how far I have left to go. I carry love for those who love me and try to release anger toward those who don’t.

And then there is grief.

My father left this world.
I miss him deeply — his toughness, his kindness, the steady example he set. When he died, I cried while younger voices sang farewell. That memory stays with me: sorrow mixed with continuity, endings mixed with beginnings.

From that loss came a quiet realization:

There is peace in growing day by day.
There is a present moment worth living.
There is a past worth learning from.
And there is faith — even when the future is uncertain.

I recognize my limits. I did not create myself. Life itself is a gift from something greater, something I respect as Creator. That belief steadies me when chaos presses in.

The world can feel rebellious — restless people, discontent without clear cause, noise without direction. But one truth keeps resurfacing:

Love is for everyone.

Even someone who wrestles with inner darkness can rejoice in light. My own faith in Jesus Christ, and the presence of the Holy Spirit as I understand it, became a turning point — not perfection, but hope. Not escape, but endurance.

Faith softens hatred. It quiets fear. It opens space for laughter again, even for tears that heal instead of harm.

So I try to sit still sometimes.
To ask: Who am I? What spirit guides me?
To choose kindness over resentment, patience over rage.

Because a safe and compassionate society doesn’t appear by accident — it grows from ordinary acts of love. From people deciding, again and again, to care for each other.

Hope is not naïve.
Faith is not weakness.
Kindness is not surrender.

They are how we move forward.

And I hold onto this:

Act with love.
Stay steady.
Have hope.

That is how hearts stay free.
That is how the dream survives.
That is how we build a world where people can live, laugh, cry quietly when needed — and still believe tomorrow can be better.

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truth life and the American dream. living life as much as it seems. send me hope leave no fear. the giggle laughter of children. people caring for each other. plain as can be a heart must be free. living a little liking it alot heavens gate to eternity is where the chambers at.hello are you friendly. what do you want. I am not hot. temperature up. heart attack. stop to puke. streets filled with mobs wanting their piece of the pie, wanting something when there is nothing. no hope so full of fear. taking aim, who is self responsible. tender touch. maiden of hope. part of the pie life with her and the ones she has born. let it be known, I have a heart of my own not lost not hopeless but a sense of merriment hopeful incident. shackled but not keyless. on the way the government approved rendition. situation critical. so the pain and lostness leads to anger and resentment. deliver me from my past and I will do better. I must be better better than a firecracker with a shortened fuse. help me let me be love me first and let the hearts go free. tempt me not. horrible sensation. last sensation. sit and stare. hologram an the wall how far . taken within filled without for the love of the ones who love and the hate of those that hate let us be still. my dad left this world and how lonesome I am for him. his toughness and his kindness things I will always hold true to my heart. dad died and then I cried as the generation younger than I sang a farewell song. there is peace and a willing ness of growing day by day. I say there is now and a past of learning and a faith in living. the future is difficult to predict as I must concede I am created and without any power of my own. simple care. who goes there. is it he the spirit of kindness with the wants and needs hopes of laughter and being safe at ease. so it is said it is left to come the future dangling right before our eyes and liberties and justices that must be seen. hold steady. the insane drive my brain to a place of hopeless determination to be a road block to bring a future of their liking. take it from him, him who has created everyting there is only he is not created he is creator and I owe him this life and any others that may incurre. it is quite. sensations and rebellions. rebels without a cause only discontentness. let it be known love is for everyone. even I, with a devil that dwelleth in my heart has rejoice in the christ jesus with the love of the holy spirit of god so available to all that wish to recieve faith into their hearts. faith of good and not so this hating and fear. they are not me and My thoughts. seek and destroy. come and see. to the many must recieve and go free. free to laught. quietly crie.teach me to be withing and never letting go as the earth itself falls into the pits of hell of the mourning and the wonder without hope of faith quietly satans dreams living out themselves. only I once with this devil in my heart accepted the faith and life of jesus christ with a hope born in me to carry on. sit still and let me wonder, who is this man and whoes spell is he under. under the holy spirit and the turmoil of the saint Lucifer in my way as sainted by saint theresa herself upon the spirit on her shoulders and the love and prayers of determination. sit sill and have hope. act and love is the only way to gain a society we are safe and content and allowed to be the kindness in our hearts.

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Don't hold me back with unpleasant thoughts

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Neutrino Acceleration

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Cannabis For ALL

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not so much hope

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Death

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Help on the Way

You have to fight
for your right
to party—
left and right,
then learn when
to lay the fight down.

People living life,
caring for each other,
learning that flight can be right
when guided by love, not fear.

Mastermind of time,
fragile ambitions need faith.
Stop here.
Go there.
Saint Lucifer, kindness first—
no vacant stare.

Reminding each other
to love one another.
The beauty of glory,
the story goes on,
singing a song
of tenderness—

a green lizard by the stream,
life moving quiet and clean.

Plenty and despair,
hopelessness and help,
the feeling of both
living side by side.

Anticipation of the great,
the might,
the right—
without plundering madness,
without being lost
or ungrateful for the dead.

The medical world searching,
cannabis solutions,
present moments rendered
while thinking of the past.

Wanting to know—
is ignorance happiness,
or is hope the answer?

Freedom’s laughter,
laughter and hope,
not so cynical,
not without prayer.

Truth or double dare,
wanting to grow,
finding new places,
leaving hatred behind.

Pray for life alive,
not death,
not alone—
but birth.

If birth has ever been,
joy can still be rendered.
Though I don’t know,
my soul must grow—
withering only toward the way,
not staying far away.

Pleasant.
Help on the way.

Jesus Christ,
Superstar,
bulletproof underwear—
faith with a grin.

Cops are chasing,
it’s mighty fine—
pull on over,
say you’re alright.

Ticket madness,
yes sir, no sir,
hoping for the best
in this world.

Let us be blessed.