"2025 GOALS TAKE 3"
"DO WE HANG TIGHT OR BUST"
This 2025 goal creation was an eight-hour project. The first writing is my original poetry. The second poem is the song as I had to create a 4-minute song. The words are slightly different. All copyright 2024 Trusselli Art
The new year is upon us
Do we hang tight or go bust
Who knows but fate
And time and space of late
My goals for the new year
Will either bring a tear
Or nothing to fear
One goal is to learn more about AI
Take a course to learn how to spy
With AI
Create with tools
Not fools
My second goal is to learn
Discernment of truth with lies to burn
As I smile
I say to carry on awhile
When people who do not understand
Bury their heads in the sand
As their words hurt my heart
As they spew out words that burst my bubble
Turning my psyche into rubble
Rude obnoxiously unaware
Of how they tried to pull me into their snare
Of den of equities of past
Present and future
Of time and space at last
I see their words as falling flat
As I sing this song in rhyme tit for tat
My goals are odd
For my old soul of goals of my bod
And mind
To curry time in a bottle
Of floating at sea through storms
As I put my foot to the throttle
To carry on at 75
Glad to be alive
Theories of art and music
Are mine alone trick
Of my creative self-awareness
Of rareness
Of creativity of light
Despite their fright
I am light and energy
To spread around the sea
The earth
The heavens of stars, moons, clouds
To create past the clouds
As the bottle of art lands on the shore
Of sand to be opened and read
The note said
Life is a moment in time
Of rhyme sublime
Of joys so free
Please let me be me
I am here today
To say
Time in bottle
Is like time in space.
Girl put your foot to the throttle
And sail on into the future
Of earth and birth
Future of creative unique humans
Who cry
Lie
The truths that are questioned by many
As they believe the lie
So, we must carry on as we travel
Along life’s freeways
I say to the past
Present
Future
Sway with your own art
With lessons learned of life
To suture
Wounds from words that cut deep
Into one’s psyche of mental wounds
From time and space of creeps
Who can not relate to
Time or space as they walk forward
Into my face
I pray
Holy Mary full of grace
This summary of goals of 2025
At 75
The words rhyme with time
Think before you speak
To me
To relate
That you do not favor me
Nor understand me
As I walk through my life
Of strife
Without deep wounds
Cause the suturing of my own time and space
Of my brain
Are sane
Time in a bottle
As I out my foot to the throttle
To sway with a latte
As I walk away that way
Goals sparkle and shine
So bright in the light
Breathe
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SONG LYRICS
The new year is upon us
Do we hang tight or go bust
Who knows but fate
Of time and space of late
My goals for the new year
Will either bring a tear
Or nothing to fear
One goal is to learn more about AI
Take a course in AI
Create with tools
Not fools
My second goal is to learn
Discernment of truth or lies to burn
As I smile
I carry on awhile
When people do not understand
Bury their heads in the sand
As they spew out words that burst my bubble
Turning my psyche into rubble
rude & unaware
Of how they tried to pull me into their snare
Of den of inequities of past
Present and future
Of time and space at last
I see their words falling flat
it's tit for tat
My goals are odd
For my old soul of goals of my bod
To carry time in a bottle
Of floating at sea through storms
As I put my foot to the throttle
To carry on at 75
Glad to be alive
Theories of art and music
Are my alone trick
Of my creative self-awareness
Of rareness
Of creativity of light
Despite their fright
I am light and energy
To spread around the sea
&
The heavens of stars, moons,
To create past the clouds
As the bottle of art lands on the shore
Of sand to be opened and read
The note said
Life is a moment in time
Of rhyme sublime
Of joys so free
Please let me be me
I am here today
To say
Time in a bottle
Is like time in space
Girl put your foot to the throttle
And sail on into the future
Of earth and birth
Future of creative unique humans
on earth
As they believe the lie
I sigh
So, we must carry on as we travel
Along life’s freeways
I say to the past
Present
Future
Sway with your own art
With lessons learned of life
To suture
Wounds from words that cut deep
Into one’s psyche of mental wounds
From time and space of creeps
Who can not relate to
Time or space as they walk forward
Into my face
I pray
Holy Mary full of grace
This summary of goals of 2025
At 75
The words rhyme with time
Think before you speak
To me
To relate
That you do not favor me
Nor understand me
As I walk through my life
Of strife
Without deep wounds
Cause the suturing of my own time and space
Of my brain
Are sane
Breathe
WRITTEN BY
VICKI LAWANA TRUSSELLI
COPYRIGHT 2024
TRUSELLI ART
About the Creator
Vicki Lawana Trusselli
I am 76 year old California mythic storyteller blending lived truth, technology, and sovereign survival into multimedia art.
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