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(W)- A real woman knows that the wages of sin is death so she is not concerned about the wages of a real man, because money comes and goes like day and night; but true love comes just every blue moon. A real woman isn't loud and doesn't have to be the center of attention. Money is a gold-diggers virtue, while patience is a real woman’s virtue. A real woman is always wary of the image she displays to the world because she knows her children are watching her every move. A real woman’s wisdom comes from the teachings of her elders and the experiences and hardships life brings. A real woman is the wings that help a broken man learn to fly again. When you become the object of a real woman’s affection, winning is the only option.
(O)- A real woman’s main obligation is to better herself, before she attempts to become someone’s better half. A real woman is very obliged with all that God has blessed her with. When a man takes a real woman for granted, she makes up her mind to put him away into oblivion. A real woman is use to jumping hurdles because overcoming obstacles in life keeps her on the right track. A real woman doesn't spend her time worrying if failure is around the corner, because she occupies her freedom chasing her dreams in her most comfortable running shoes. A real woman is a hopeless romantic ready to be wooed with an odyssey of love with a real man by her side.
(M)- A real woman’s presence is magnanimous and captures attention because of the poised and elegant stature of her classy nature. A real woman is like the magnet of ecstasy. All women don't attend college or hold prestigious employment, but for many being the Valedictorian of mothers everywhere is the major of their lives. A real woman respects the art of marriage and believes in monogamy. A real woman’s life is the motion picture of sophistication. The mythology of a woman began within a man’s ribs and ends in the beat of his heart.
(A)- A real woman sticks to her man like glue and never abandons his side. A real woman has the ability to do anything a man can. A real woman has the power to fill the abyss of a man’s pains with joy. A real woman prays with her other half because faith is the key of remaining on one accord. A real woman will amaze you with the way she adapts to changes in her ambiance. A real woman is the architect of her own destiny.
(N) A real woman needs a man to understand and love her for everything she is and for everything she is not because a good support system is a leading factor in longevity within relationships. A real woman is the nexus between love and happiness. When you converse with a real woman you will realize that she is nimble with her every response. No man can ignore the nymph of a real woman, because it is in her D.N.A to be notable.
Living my dream
I had one dream when I was young
To go to another land
In life I wasn’t satisfied
I wanted something grand
Lions, tigers. Kangaroos
And all those wild, wild beasts
Africa, South America
Or Australia at least.
Possessive Mother was my curse
How could I get away?
Every time I mentioned it
She had so much to say
And made me feel so guilty
Really cramped my style
And then one day there came along
Something to make me smile
I’d just turned my nineteenth year
When this great girl came along
She hailed from West Australia
And filled my heart with song
So we got married, had some kids
And here we are in Oz
Been here for half a century
And I came here all because
It was my fate to find this girl
She was my destiny
There’s be a whisper in the skies
That knows how things will be
It takes one’s soul, and leads it on
So growth, it might occur
And I know that west Australia
My heart, it sure does stir.
4 August 2013 @ 1440hrs.
Crunchy golden brown potatoes
Cut unevenly into strips sticks
One maybe half, one and two inches long
Best eaten after freshly fried
So thus us, creations of God
Unequal to wit, might and talents
Yet, daily equip in battle of growing
Not on failing but succeeding
The fries eaten plain or flavored
So is man simple and favored
The fries a fine finger food
So is man by nature is born good
Either served on plate or pouch
Us humans ready to serve and touch
Sometimes bitten bit or whole
Us humans molded clever or fool
On the hole of the doughnut
There is Emptiness and blank
Outside the hole is a sphere of sweets
Of which one lips taste and bit
The hole of the doughnut waits
For someone to do a fill
Or maybe give it a little feel
Either roughness or softness
So thus, a person's barrowed life
Maybe nothing, maybe everything
Some molds to whole or cuts like knife
Maybe failing, maybe succeeding
I will laugh as loud as I can..
Laughter that comes within me..
Laughter that shakes even me..
Laughter that may end up to tears..
I will smile as wide as I can..
A smile showing evenly my teeth..
A smile that goes all thru my eyes and lips..
A smile that may melt and encourage you to smile..
I will sing as like a nightingale..
Hitting the high and low notes..
Dancing even in carefree..
Until, I own a space of mine..
I will care as much as I can..
Remembering that Caring is act of charity..
Putting into mind that life will be better..
Doing it now not tomorrow..
I will forgive as I much I can..
For God from heaven, forgives me too..
For this will keep peace into the world..
For this will end feud or war..
I will love as much as I can..
Bearing into mind that this what my God wants..
Showing unceasingly without asking for return..
Knowing this will tight the world's bound..
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A Race To Death
Poetic Lyrics By Thomas Lam Hsi (Copyright 2014)
Dedicated to The Lord Jesus Christ, the Author, and the Creator of ALL!
Dedicated to The Thomases, and to the Proud, the Few, and the Bravest of ALL
Motor Sports Racers (Formula I, INDY Race Car, and NASCAR)!
IF LIFE were only played out on a RACE TRACK,
WHICH CAR would you choose…BUGATTI, FERRARI…or an…easy DEATH,
CAN IT be so simple…THAT YOU never KNEW ME to be ANY…THING,
FOOL…YOUR TIMES UP…AND I’M coming UP…I’M COMING UP!
YOUR HEAD’S full of PROBLEMS…while I was…PLAYING MY OWN GAME,
You NEVER knew it…NEVER KNEW IT…while I was PLAYING MY OWN GAME,
And I’M coming UP…I’M COMING UP,
FOOLS that you were…I’M coming UP…I’M COMING UP!
DIAMONDS, jewels, and FURS…WERE ALL YOU KNEW,
TIN CANS and sodas…were all I ever knew,
And I’M coming UP…I’M COMING UP,
In a FLASH of red, yellow, blue, and green,
And a checkered yellow flag…TO MY OWN NAME…TO MY VERY OWN NAME!
And IF…in my FINAL race…it ENDS in a TORTURED FLAME,
I was beautiful…AT LAST…AT LEAST…in my very OWN NAME...AT LEAST in name!
FLASHING round the track…JERKING all the same,
YOU…were coming up…YOU WERE COMING UP,
HUMPING YOUR OWN ASS…was the blue Bugatti…that I ALONE DROVE,
And I TORE on the PETRO [GAS]…I TORE ON THE PETRO [GAS],
In TIME…the checkered yellow flag…was ONLY MINE…ONLY MINE,
Bubbles, BAUBLES, and furs…were ONLY MINE…they were ONLY MINE,
And the scarred horror of my FINAL CRASH…and the press that BURNED MY VERY OWN BONES,
To them I was beautiful, and I WAS…and I WAS…BEAUTIFUL at last, BEAUTIFUL at last!
ALL RIGHTS, ROYALTIES, FEES, AND DERIVED INCOME TO HELD SOLELY FOR
THOMAS LAM HSI AND ELLIPHANT AS CO-LYRICISTS.
To be performed and recorded by ELLIPHANT, ET AL (and to be released later in 2014).
Capricorn the mountain climber
The goat he is relentless
He'll cimb the higest hill
Just a wee bit at a time
With his gigantic will
He tends to take life seriously
But he can laugh at his own self
This man will try to seek his fortune
And accumulate some wealth.
He be the father of this Earth
He likes to take control
And sometimes he will be considered
As drab, and often dull
He's reliable, you can count on him
When you need to get things done
He'll often work so very hard
He'll forget to have some fun.
He has a lot of patience
And he can put his mind
A hundred percent on anything
And him you'll often find
Working out some problem
Until he gets it right
And for the people in his life
He'll put up quite a fight.
23 September 2013 @ 1422hrs.
I am given a one and only life
One life of lows and highs
Year by year it will gone by
Day by day it will be how not why
A day to share with dear friends
A day to be with family then bond
A day to roam, reminisce the land
A day to be in a Church stand
Sometimes, I will meet downfall
However, I'll remain to stand tall
Sometimes, I will have success
However, I'll keep down and humble
Each Day, I'll try to inspire
Each day, I'll extend and render
Each day, I'll do share & care
Each day, I will be a forgiver
As someday, when life is gone
All things that's done and undone
I'll be the dust not a man
Thus, I want to leave a legacy to run
Crystal Brooke was beautiful
She smiled like the morning sun
With eyes of blue, and velvet hair
And such a sense of fun
Everyone did love her so
This sweet unselfish girl
Just one look into here beauty
Could set men’s hearts a whirl.
She dreamed that one day she would be
A star of great repute
And that she had a lot of talent
There was none who would refute
One day a mogul passing by
Did hear this lady sing
He made of her a singing star
And fame to her did bring.
At first this life was wonderful
Oh, she had everything
And millions paid out all their doe
Just to hear the lady sing
Then as her fame spread far and wide
Her ego it did grow
And then the booze and drugs took hold
And took away her glow.
Her life became quite miserable
Her manner became quite sour
All true beauty faded then
As she lost all her power
Then one day she could take no more
And so she took her life
Living in a goldfish bowl
Had caused her too much strife.
30 December 2013 @ 1300hrs.
Bright morning on the sidetable, I sat
Barely awake to relax on my butt
I began to search my favorite cup
For in early hours, it is a stat
In the range, I place a teapot
Checking sure the water is hot
Usual time, it rang on dot
Sending me signal ready it's hot
I place sugar, coffee and cream
Observing each grain drop in stream
I get a spoon stirring it round
Careful not to make any sound
I like not sweet nor bitter
The more I taste, it's better
So thus life, the more you live
The more things you will achieve
Of fortune and wealth
Of people's love and health
Of dreams and ambitions
Of contentment and satisfaction
Each year, a person gets older
I hope one doesn't get colder
Rather, he or she must be bolder
Pursue life's hurdles and wonder
Either of these, go with life's stir
Mixture of circumstances like elixir
Through every joys and tears
God is with you, don't fear..
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