Fireworks Give My Dogs Anxiety

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Twelventures #1: At Home

ButterCup Alley:
Flowers are pretty. 
Some say flowers smell nice. 
Whatever natural beauty the flowers possess
is nothing compared to what they represent
What is a flower but a promise of Spring?
With warmer weather and dying disease
Upcoming storms followed by ease
Soon to see summer and a soul set free
What is a summer but time of freedom?
Soaking in a sun filled kingdom
People flocking to oceans and beaches
Vacations taken by those who need em
Rest is too often forgotten
In a world where lazy also means rotten
Overworked and much downtrodden
In desperate need of peace and calm concoctions
What is peace but a little silence?
Away from all our daily violence
Depressing news eagerly recited
Mute the sounds and rest the eyelids
The boisterous noise of normality 
Turns hidden anxieties into reality 
We put faith in all these fallacies
Artificial in upmost propriety
Conforming will keep us safe
From deviations leading to hate
We strive to make others think
That we’re the same in every way
What is unique is seen as bad
Differences aren’t to be had
They shun and shame the mad
ashamed when they should be glad
What varies is unstable and wise
Society needs us to be blind
It will quickly collapse otherwise
Filled full of those with free minds
Will a free mind not flourish?
Allowed the growth to adore it
Without the norm to destroy it
And the weeds to ignore it?
Leaving it be will allow for expanse
Letting a flower morph and advance
Rise up in the sun and progress
Do exactly what the others can’t
Each flower grows a unique design
None are the same, all are divine
Creating a blanket of beautiful life
Inspiration and leaving a sign
What is a flower but a sign of Spring?
A promise of the purity it brings
Rainwater falls, storms come and leave
Leftover is a colorful field of dreams
Flowers represent human growth and power
Human diversity, adversity with each shower
Flowers flourish and never cower
A sign of humanity is the pretty flower
 Whatever beauty the flower may possess
Is nothing to the power it of what it represents
Will Work For Pool:
Cleaning is hard labor
but it’s worth the swim later.
Cackle Laugh and Splash
Summer is best
because I get more time with you.
You are the sun
the earth
and the truth.
Your laugh is toxic
and comical to the point of tears.
Your wonder is peacefully indicative of your childhood years.
This is for you, all this work
just for you.
One day soon
hard work will be through.
Then all that’s left
will be me and you.
If Foundation is Truth
Is this our future? So bland and dry
More dull history to ruin the eyes
Millions of worlds, trillions of minds
Still not enough to truly know why?
What is the point of political lies?
The bigger picture is that we all die
Money and society to hide behind
Galactic wars and genocide
Nothing changes in this life
People are the same old kind
Add technology and new fights
A thousand years still dead inside
Empires and kings keep their rule 
No one is free, most are cruel
The poor and the rich, a constant duel
There’s just no hope for us fools
Hidden Agendas
Lawless Laws
No Redemption
Flawed Society
We are nothing more.
Lime Green Slender Snake:
Your firm form and stoic
I won’t get too close
To scare you away
I only want a glimpse
Of your mesmerizing face
What are you, little snake?
Something to be feared?
Or a momentary escape?
Come closer, little friend
I’ll soon go away
Your beauty is haunting
Our meeting is fate
So still and silent
With grace you stand
No need for violence
I’m an honest fan
Listening to Scared to Death:
Curse you
For being so intriguing
Curse me
For being so curious
I cannot sleep
The ghost
Might get me
Misfit Wolf Pack:
All of us have lost so much.
The first was a runt and chosen in pity. The second was dumped and pushed away.
The third had the most difficult past of all. She was thrown from a car and left for dead. She found the Misfit Wolf Pack and now she is one of us.
So is her newly born pup.
Join us. Or leave us to be.
We are one and we are free.
Snakes and Shadows:
Tree branches cast sleek shadows
 from the setting sun 
creating black masses 
like snakes all over the gravel road. 
Sometimes the shadows 
really are snakes, though. 
Who would have guessed? 
Am I a shadow 
or a snake? 
I’m just a passerby 
with too much experience 
with both. 
I stay on the go. 
I jog my pace 
and flaunt my flow. 
Everyone knows. 
They don’t wave anymore, 
like me, they just go. 
We’re all sick and tired 
of snakes and shadows. 
Cursed to Run:
Running on gravel and dirt
makes one’s bare feet hurt
Cursed to run.
Sometimes it’s fun.
It’s always refreshing to sweat
under the sun.
Run, run, run,
until I come undone.
When it rains
It Pours
When I’m down
It rains more
No sun
Lots of war
The next day
It might rain
But I’ll rise
Through my pain
The rain
leaves its mark
The roads are mud
My gloomy heart
But I walk
In the water
I won’t fall
I won’t falter
I’m down
But not out
The rainwater
Leaves no doubt
The Snail:
I delivered him
To an irreversible fate
Long overdue
He’s approaching that age
It broke my heart
To lead him astray
Until I saw the snail
Crossing in my way
Distraction? Perhaps
Unknown origin
First encounter, yes
Releasing endorphins
Swirly, soft shell
Slow moving, sluggish
Hide from these eyes
Your presence abundant
Adore it
Don’t touch it
Snap it
Observe it
Leave it
Sent it
Search it up
Never see it again
Goodbye, new friend
Be like the cats and do nothing but nap. Work and work, it’s all we know.
For if we fail to work our lack will show. What’s to do but never sleep, never rest? Humans cannot rest until death. Misconceptions are such beliefs.
We are only human
and we much need sleep
I Buried a Body:
I buried a body and unearthed a box
Drenched in mud inside and out
I sliced open the shell
Dumped out the past
Ripped it up
Sent it to the trash
That’s not me anymore
Thank the lord
I won’t go back
To that state of mind
To that life of mine
Cursed and despised
A different time
Darker days
Now I’m wise
Never the same
I’ve seen the light
I’ve seen the meaning
I destroyed the plight
Now I’m dreaming
Loving day and night
Now I live
Now I fight
Now I know
I am alive
A misguided soul six years ago
Much can change with time
Time passing is a heart healing
Time passing is eyes seeing the truth
Time passing is gaining wisdom
Time is always on the move
As is time, must so be the mind
Always moving, growing wise
Never die, soul of mine
You are indestructible 
You have survived
Who I was is always kind
Who I am is still divine
The universe so far and wide
There’s no place for wasted time
A buried box
A buried life 
An unhealthy way
That had to die
I was lost
I’m always lost
Lost is life
Lost is right
Now I know the truth
The search is ongoing
But I’ve learned my core
The knowledge is pouring
Values will persist
The basics are stone
My heart can resist
The lies that show
The girl who buried this box
She needed a guide 
I’m so very relieved 
I found my tribe
Some came and went
Others still here
All were years well spent
Through blood and tears
This box reminds me
Of what I left behind
I’m never going back
I’ve found new life
There will be no burning
No ceremony
Nothing significant about this old way
I’ve made peace 
I’ve moved on
I still struggle
But I have won 
That war is history
So very long ago
No pyres necessary
No burying of bones
Just thrown in the trash 
Where other forgotten stuff goes
Oh little twenty
A lifetime ago
If only you knew
How awesome you’d grow
I buried a body and threw out the past
I paid no mind to that ancient trash

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