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There is an old story and it's likely not true, but I am still going to share it with you.

You see the old story went that if you wanted to catch yourself a little birdie, and I know that this is probably going to sound pretty nerdy, but they showed you could sneak up behind him before he could bail, and if you were quick enough pour salt on his tail.

The salt did something to him and he would not be able to fly, believe me to the cupboard I went to grab a shaker and give this a try. Oh I tried for more than one summer, but I could never get close enough to a bird and so it was a real bummer.

Then one day I realized it was just a silly cartoon, well believe me I felt like a bit of a loon. I did stop trying to sneak up on birds and their tails, but the metaphor reminds me of how my life sometimes derails.

Problems we have can feel like that salt on our own behind, keeping us down and weighing heavy on our mind, but salt can't stop a birdie from flying, same as my problems can't stop me if I just keep on trying.

Don't be like me and chase after birds salt shaker in hand, the fact of it is you will never leave land, fly like a bird is another metaphor not real, for humans can't fly so we just have to deal.

Dealing with the everyday stuff, believe me I know that road can be rough, watch out for your derriere is what I always say, don't let a birdie put salt on your tail, no way.

It's just a poem but it has real meaning, stay true to yourself is where this one is leaning. The problems we face are like salt in our shakers, life has it's givers and definitely it's takers.

Do what you have to, to keep your behind free and be hasty, of the little white grains that can make some food more tasty, but salt of this life can ruin something good, how much you use be careful you should.

I know this all started by me watching television a long time ago, but the meaning is here and it's something you should know. Life and the things that are thrown right in our faces, are just the everyday things that happen in all the places.

Next time you think you have it the worst, think of this poem and let the laughter just burst, imagine a kid with a shaker in hand, running around on his parents own land. Looking for birds to shake on their tails, the grains of the earth, now those ships have sailed.

Don't let this poem stop you from trying, if I see this myself I will laugh until I am crying. Not laughing at you or your task at the time, just laughing my butt off thinking about this rhyme.

So a cartoon inspired the words written here, no more salt on my tail, at least not this year. I am going to try like the wind blows, to take all my problems and send them a rose.

I figure it like this at times when I am stressing, the salt on my past tail was merely a blessing, you see at least I still have a tail to watch out for, it's lucky for me since that thing has been chewed just about right off before.

This was a capitalist approach when I entered into you
Forcefully like a beast with a passion and bow
I know you were enjoying that
I know you got the pleasure
I enter into you like Julius Seizure.

You were screaming like a baby in the cradle
You were crying like a child
You were laughing,you were mild.

This was a capitalist approach,I entered into you
You know capitalism is the rule of thieves
You might be stolen,you might be scattered like the leaves.

what are you thinking? Please scream
I want to enter you like a dream

It is a murky evening;gloomy and dark;the sky is scattered-broken like a mirror.
Dear,please don't go out.Outside wanderer the demons,their eyes are glowing and flaring.A storm is rising up in the river,you see dear.
You see dear that I love you and I don't want to let you go
Outside amongst the evil-signs.You don't know dear,it's abstruse-the dusk is profound.
Look look dear somebody is knocking at the door-it must be some evil
Hush!please don't utter;keep your head on my chest.
Lye here.
Monsters are crawling up.The crazy-wind is knocking.
Adamant is it to realize
Please dear,don't go.Lye here.I am with you.
Dear they want to snap you up with their axe-like-teeth
you are so acute I know you understand
Don't be flattered by them.
Outside in the zephyr an evil is growing up
Dear,please,don't go out

You can imagine me a phantom hanging in the shadows
you can imagine me a vehicle with disabled parts
you can imagine me the sun that's rays is scattered
you can imagine me a lonely wanderer
surfing the mankind
From behind,
Being blind.

From a very early morning I am walking and running through the mist.It was a mystery,dew usurped me.Cold of fragrance took me aside.I was wet and water,golden water,took me to the deep of my meditation.The flowers were nodding heads in the air.Childrens were playing.Ah!Childhood,golden Childhood,where are u-I need you now,in this terrible time,in this time when people are apart from each other,everyone turned into each others enemy;I need you.I was meditating.Childhood you came and went away.Sands are scattered about,floating in the dusty air.I am feeling you my river.Oh river!my austere golden fiery river-I miss you,miss you forever.I am now in complete darkness.Nobody is around.The city is sleepy,I think it became dead long ago;only the ashes remains.It is breathing with thousands of deads.Fleshes are burning and galvanizing.Darkness wrapped the city.One is grasping others skinny flesh.Its a dark city.I am in complete meditation.
The children from future,be aware;this night will give you nothing
You all will be in complete darkness.you will be born in darkness;gloomy air will be your oxygen.The poetry will go away.You never will know about poetry,about beauty,about the chirping of the bird,about a dewy morning,about a fiery noon of midsummer.I am in meditation.Be aware.This world is full of curves.

Its a murky evening here,everything is in ashes
The birds are silent,the water is dumb
The soil is barren,the crops are cropsless.

The sky is dark,the stars are wide a far
The pool is sinking,the thirsty town is drowning
The people are rustic,greedy and illiterate.


The people are rustic,greedy and illiterate
They don't understand poetry,nor the beauty
They don't know the tranquility.

God is dead-muttered Nietzshe
God is unreal-said Marx
God is imagery-noted Charvaka philosophy

But I urge throw off your God
Hate it
And live reasonably.

Standing by the window,
Eyes upon the moon.
Hoping that the memory
Will leave her spirit soon

She shuts the doors and lights
And lays her body on the bed.
The images and words are running deep.

She has too much pride to
Pull the sheets over her head.
So quietly she lays and waits for sleep.

She stares at the ceiling
And tries not to think;
She pictures the chain
She's been trying to link....
Again.

But the feeling is gone.

And water can't cover the memory.
And ashes can't answer her pain.
God, give me the power to take
Breath from a breeze,
And life from this cold metal frame.

In with the ashes,
And up with the smoke from the fire
With wings up in heaven;

Or here, lying in bed.
Palm of her hand to her head.
Now, and forever curled.
In my heart and the heart of the world.

The lone, the cold
weary, dreary
unsettled in their new home
their sojourn a mystery
uncertainty roams
Prowling shapes envelop the door
as Pluto unleashes his damned hoardes
eternity sealed inside their mind
how hurriedly they know not
the lies spoonfed long since
cannot help them here.
Only their fear
resides and thrives
feasting on their futile fate
thrashing about in the heart's cage.
Yet, feeling nothing, not numb
pain vociferous, yet dumb
How canst they continue on?
The toil etched into their eyes
baggage hanging off the brow
Channels well dug in thy alabaster dome
as they arrive where they shall call home.
Abandon all hope
if it not abandoned thee;
embrace only your misery
for nothing before you you shall see
yet thine eyes will wild dance
with fanciful horrors
terrors once unbeknown
residing
where they call home.

Nights entwined with a lovers touch
softly caressing the yearning desire
moans that escape thy passions throe.

Eyes that behold the glistening sweat
slide into the warmth of the love
be that may come to a joining.

Linger on the moment, behold
the night has lightened to dusky dawn
as departing lovers touch one last time.

Knocked around by life since you were born
Battered, beaten, bloodied and torn
Every twist of the road another heart ache
This thing called life ain’t no slice of cake
Just taking the licks as they come around
Weebles wobble but they don’t fall down
 
Round two and hear the bell ring
What is the worse that they can bring
Come up swinging asking for more
Go the distance til you get to the exit door
Bounce off the mat with a thumping sound
Weebles wobble but they don’t fall down
 
Third time they say is the charm
Giving hope a chance what’s the harm
Living with your heart wide open
The best laid plans of mice and men
This girl is stepping out on the town
Weebles wobble but they don’t fall down
 
The last hurrah; strike up the band
Love letters written in the sand
Time may wash away unsightly mars
Waves of God’s love removes the scars
Watching the circle of life go round
Weebles wobble but they don’t fall down