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Amazing is the way you can't get it
for, it is to them to pick up
the pieces of your shattered life
indeed, mostly insane, cradle it
important things are those to be
collected from bottom, up...I do!
but, still, I do not
amazing, how thoughts could
make it easier, easier than to drink
the poisonous water, air, is not of my own
amazing, just amazing.

Love is not easy to be done
Love need time to develop
Love need patience
Love need attraction
Love need respect
Love need generosity
Love need truth
Love need trust
Love need honesty
Love has hardles
Onec Love Is Done
Than Love Is Forever

Lightning striking
thunder roars
and oh the rain!
how it did pour
then afterwards the petrichor
the sweet scented smell of a summer storm...

©Antonio Acosta

but the more we tried, the more we get hit
could it be, not hard enough
building this country and what's for
well, to be slapped harder, to find places
to go incognito
detriment is at his best when you can't
do it better...basta! canallas!

Sadness...overcomes me like a blanket;
Not warm and fuzzy, but cold and dark.
When I think of the evils that grip the land
And cause Sin, and Disease, and Pain, and Death,
I feel hopelessly sad.

I try to fight the sadness with thoughts of good things,
But still...the sadness haunts me.
I try to examine the sadness, reasoning it out
To decipher why it wearies my soul,
But I could find not satisfactory answers.
I try to sing away the sadness with songs of joy and
Praise to my God, and for a while, IT goes away.
But then....

Sadness...creeps over me like a shadow,
All dark and gloomy, silent and heavy,
And I wonder "When will it all end?"
When will my God say "It is time",
And return to end the sadness that I feel?

Wide awake it's 3 AM
insomnia, can't sleep again
movies playing, theater of mind
times long past, another life
haunted by so many memories
inside recalling ancient history
what was said, what I did
people and pets since I was a kid
brief and long lived interactions
who, what, why, and how they happened
things that shaped me when I was young
every picture framed and hung
sights, sounds, scents, stored sacrosanct
black and white or colored paints
wide awake, the stories speaking
Keeping me from resting, sleeping...

©? Antonio Acosta

There’s no script for life! but it seems to me it seems to be,
Lights, camera action all of the time,
The director is YOU, it makes no sense, no reason
Or no rhyme , to fall in line all of the time.
We are not actors in a stage play, we are creators
And we can do it OUR WAY!

I used to work at Hardee's
I marveled at the girls who gave great customer service
Even to those who were rude at times
I wonder if these trying times have made customer service go down
I got some bad customer service this morning
I wanted eight chocolates picked from the counter
She wanted to give me a box, which is not as fresh
I told her about three times I didn't want a box
Till she finally realized I wasn't giving up on my original request
I left there pretty steamed, but I got what I had asked for
I see this petty treatment all over
At work, it clouds my day
Managers who just want to make a quick buck, and don't care about you
People like Jeff Bezos who only care about space travel and not workers
It comes down to actually caring for others
Because I can eat at home, but I go out for some love with my morsels
Looking for that one person that gets it
That really wants to give me great customer service

Let me love you my Darling,
so I can prove to you
that the sun rises through the clouds
and is still shining ...
Let me love you my Dearest
so I can show you,
even when you are at your weakest ,
that I'll always be there ...
Let me love you my Honey,
so you can once more taste the sweet
after suffering the bitter ...
Let me love you my Sweetie,
so you can live all your following days
hearing yourself sweetly called
in all the most endearing ways ...
And let me love you my precious Love,
so you can once more be
the best partner, friend, and lover
as you surely will, in turn,
bring all those out in me
wherever... whenever ... forever ...

There’s a sadness in being, a sadness in seeing
Our creation decline,
Twas not your vision nor twas not mine,
But we will begin again as we have before,
And once again, hope for more.