I was just trying to remember the past
trying to remember the good people
and the bad people,
that i came across on my way,
i want you to know
that you are among the good people
that left a good trace in my life,
once again i just want to say thank you
for passing through my life,
is so short but is wonderful
i want you here forever.
Love is a wonder
shared by one another
it's the only reason
I'm not six feet under
Love in which I believe
in a will to sustain
I give back to life, now
in dormant states of pain
The power of Love
may not alone be enough
locked inside my dreams
escape only from above
higher than any human being
has ever gone before
I must have evolved
rise above hate, great once more
My Father taught me wisdom
I am imprisoned no longer
now an beast not of burden
I am no lion, I am stronger
on my shoulder sits twin dragons
long awaiting the day
evil forces come forth to
take what Love is left, away
A Hero of Love light
are what the world needs
angels, not demons
exist where ever you believe
follow your heart's direction
and you shall achieve
objects of affection
rid of materialistic greed
My bright energy
has awakened to a fire
never consuming the source
as the flames just grow higher
that is the desire
of a product we call Love
Fear, the counterpart
what I was once made of
I am slowly learning
how to win when my peace
is harder to sharpen
so I have given my pen leave
the sword has its uses
I must say I believe
to vanquish the evil
in the minds too diseased
to serve any purpose
except their own selfish ones
tomorrow a new day
in the clarity of the sun
where we two are now one
and one done now does
bring about a great change
lit by the righteousness of Love.
A nation of peace,a nation of pride
A nation that's spread far and wide.
A nation of hope,a nation of joy,
Thats free for all, man,women ,girl and boy.
A nation to give,a nation to take
A nation filled with reggae,socca,calypso and rake and scrape.
A nation of colors; black,gold,aqua....sometimes called blue
can be seen everywhere above land and under sea too.
A nation of democracy and old english style,but things sure have changed if you
look up our file.
From outside rock stoves,to TV,radio,computers and wi-fi connectivity.........
I'd say that a long way from July 10 1973.
An nation filled with hospitality,love and history,
Arawaks,Caribs and American Indians are the basis of our nationality.
A nation where Tourism is number one, because of the Bounty of sand sea and sun.
Yes,a nation of Youth,sports ,culture,uniqueness and island fashion trends,
Like native Androsia our own local blend......and straw work and junkanoo,the list has no end.
This nation of beauty,splendor and self defense ;yes its celebarting its own INDEPENDENCE.
"What's your story?"
"you seem interesting."
I reply, "NOW." (Kwan$aba! Ha! Really,
often people become confused
by such a unique response
not this one...
she's a beauty
shiny minded stone
lives warm under veins
lacks definition of alone
tho solo she stands
tallest green blade
each time the oily blade passes above
she stays the same
tingling pulses exhale her pores
she'd rather sink
than have to think the way of worldly whores
malice skips her
no ripples in the lake
dripping from her face
sunshine slips across tangerine cheeks
gold flows throughout waves
sky clear eyes surprise those
choosing to be consumed
by her entice
hands free of envy
no webs to spin
she will divide you
or silly twisted games
though safe may escape you
baby of zero maybes
as clarity lent us its giant umbrella
her lipstick smacked my tongue
we never looked back
Tonight, the full moon blooms
And foils the looming gloom.
The remnant doom from noon
Has lost it's bullish tune.
And embraces dusk's eerie cool.
The village square it illuminates
Arena of moonlight tales of late
The little ones gather and wait
While the elderly engage in debates
And the goats noisily ruminates
The bright night, lights sparks
Of bliss and joy in trees' barks
The tall iroko whistle in parks
Where young lovers end their tracks
And skimpy skirts lose their tacks
The son of perdition frets unsure
The thief in the night fears exposure
The pirate sailor steers from ashore
The night fisherman denied action
For the kind light bathes the ocean
Tonight, the full moon beams proud
As the town crier makes his round
Belting forth a piercing sound.
While the town's chorus echoes loud
The stage is set for the yearning crowd
The Lord brought to me
a blessing in my life!
He's blessed me with such a wonderful wife!
Help me Lord to not be deceived
by other things I see…
May I continue to love the wife you gave to me!
Help me to give her my undivided attention!
And to give all of my love and affection!
In my her, may I daily seek her inner beauty!
And treat her like the finest diamond
colors of freedom
remind us what wars have cost --
we must not forget
She's marking my direction,
It's her that I see,
And there's nothing I can say or do,
She's struting down the street,
With fire in her feet,
And I'm thinking I should make a move,
No steps I heard,
She glides like a bird,
And her eyes sparked a perfect blue,
Her voice blew like the trees,
I fell to my knees,
As she said how do you do,
I said, can you be mine,
Can you be mine,
I said, Can you be mine,
Love me forever and more,
Her eyes opened wide,
As though she was surprised,
She didn't know what to say,
She grabbed a pen and wrote down her number,
Before I asked her for her name,
She said her name was Lisa,
I said so nice to meet ya,
This girl, was playin heard to get,
I said I know you've been hurt in the past,
But you won't be hurt this time,
Her hair was so soft and beautiful,
So I told her not to pay a dime,
(I love the way you movin ya body, baby)
(I got so excited, baby)
(That's the way, you got me, you got me)
Uncle Sam's Hokey Pokey
l l l l l
ya' put your red flag in
put your red flag out
put your red flag in
shake it all around.
* * *
ya' stop this hocus pocus
and we'll turn this thing around
end war's what it's all about!
I like your love
It's pure, it's innocent
and I don't think I've seen this before
You replenish my reserves before it's necessary
you lift my wings up and
make me superior to my adversary
Creatively providing the exact amount of
what I need to go another day
I like your love
and for as long as you'll have me I'll stay
You make me comfortable in my space
What she share cannot be replaced
with any other type of love
be it artificial or tainted or lustfully blatant
Those illusions don't exist because
we found this love and we claimed it
I cherish those nights when I scratch your head
When you sit between my thighs and I twist your dreads
We become an us that is so pure
that the spring waters question the purity of it's source
I like your love - it's a divine force
Words spoken in silence,
[When language does not suffice]
Like a look or a tear, although concise
Can echo a lifetime in your ear,
Much louder than those you can hear.
An Irish Wish
May there always be laughter
In the here and here after
May the angels protect you and me
May your wife so adore you
May your children restore you
May you live your life happy and free
When your troubles are mounting
May your heart just start counting
All the great things you have in your life
May you have a head start
With a smile in your heart
And the love and support of your wife
Erupting For All To View
How to Invest in your Valentine Hours ?
Daisies are Stubby,
Daffodills have a Spout,
Watch out for Cupid,
For He's Sure to be Out.
Poppies are Red,
Forget-Me-Nots are Blue,
Be Sure to get Flowers,
For your Little Missy-Sue.
Marigolds are Short,
While Sunflowers are High,
Chocolates are Sweet,
Prepare for your Cutie-pie.
Pink Pansies with Petals so Soft,
Lily of the Valleys that Smell so Sweet,
This Time and Day you Must Share,
Dinner on the Town will Be a Nice Treat.
Some Flowers like to Climb,
While many Others Seem to Crawl,
A Smile - Tight Hug with a Gentle Kiss,
Realizing your Efforts were Worth it ALL !
Written by William Arthur Tell
Lu 12:27 Consider the lilies how they grow: they toil not, they spin not; and yet I say unto
you, that Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these.
It's sad to reminisce the memory of those
who have long left our world without a chance for goodbyes....
I was left behind for an unexplainable reason
to fulfill a task with a true purpose;
and still walking and breathing I go on,
gathering tiny fragments of stories never told by writers.
Sometimes I tell myself," Why was I continuously spared?"
" Why do I have to be the last one to leave?"
Those answers will be given to me when I'll grieve,
and close to death : I will hear them through the voice of the Lord.
And instead of receiving comfort, I will generously give it...
even to the enemy who once despised my honesty;
and coexisting with everyone, I will uphold my ethical code and go forth,
not cogitating the mystery of my unblemished identity.
Many before me have achieved this by resisting change,
not adapting to the new moralities dictated by society,
but the result was too tragic and gruesome for all to accept reality;
and as lepers with open wounds, they still indulged in pleasure,
hiding their disease with canning lies and eloquent flair....
I would cut off my own hands, rather than share the unclean thing!
And still walking and breathing, my arduous mission must be complete:
neither ridicule nor contemptible looks will make me put my rod away!
I'll stick to my convictions and move on to delight in another blessed day,
and as bewildered as they may be, I refuse to be compassionate...
they must understand the purpose of my birth,
identify those works and deeds that give me worth,
then the outcome wouldn't be short of a miracle;
and ebullient as they appear, I suspect they will tremble!
I love it when you're kissing me
I love it when your hands touch my thighs
Passion slowly increasing
Gaining momentum for the moment
that draws nearer
Now you're whisperin in my ear
my body to the rhythm of each
Enjoying kisses with your tongue on
While creating secrets between us
into beautiful stories of lust and
Unafraid to confess
The scent of the pheremones
The beat that the song's on
Tuned in to your passion
I’m feeling it’s time to make this happen
Finally releasing fear and stress
through pure emotion and love
Freedom from hurt and distress
I love it when you’re kissing me
I love it when your hands touch my thighs...
Tis Irish You Are Today
Let me be the first to say
Tis Irish you are today
No matter your background
Your forefather’s way
Tis Irish you are today
And as Irish you are entitled
A toast – so come what may
St. Paddy sure will bless thee
For tis Irish you are today
May your mountains all be hillsides
May your storms be gentle rain
May your days be filled with sunshine
Until we meet again
No matter what this day might bring you
You will surely be OK
For you’ll have the luck of the Irish
Tis Irish you are today
After noticing a small white house
this painter decided that it would look
fancy if someone would live in it too
so using his sister Nan and his dentist
Dr. Byron Mckeeby this colonial print
is mimicking 19th century Americana
And to think that they were never even standing
in front of the house they had been painted separatley
Grant Wood 1930
The Art Institute Of Chicago
Entry For Brian Strand's Ekphrasis
Talk to each other
Trading off who wins
There’s a truth that remains since
the beginning of time.
God created man and woman,
with marriage in mind.
From the dust of the ground,
Adam was formed.
From his side came Eve. A new life was “born!”
God’s design for marriage became
very evident and clear…
If not for Adam and Eve,
none of us would be here!
Marriage is a blessing from God.
A gift from God above.
A man and a woman come together
as an expression of their love.
Anything different than one man
and woman is perverted.
This is a lie from our culture that
is trying to be “inserted.”
God gave us all a natural love
with a strong ambition.
To come as a husband and wife
is a God given intention!
Read from the books of Genesis
God’s idea of marriage is
for any person or nation.
Many can try to change what God
has already designed.
It’s no wonder why so many have
Let’s come back to God and
trust him with our life!
The one who set up marriage as;
“one husband and one wife!”
By Jim Pemberton
Zurrieq Festa our destination
Driving off late into the night
Over terrible roads, chasing islanders
All worth it to see the sight.
The church golden and brightly lit
Shining out for all to see
Bunting and stalls lining the streets
Everywhere people, excitement is building
Bands lining up to be heard as they march.
Suddenly it's midnight!
Melodic sounds keep time with fireworks
Each display more impressive than the last
Whirling and twirling freely on posts
Physics at the base of their design
As beauty shines through in the colours and patterns
Hands clapping, people cheering, part of the moment.
World Naked Gardening Day
What’s this world coming to
I read it just today
They’re promoting naked gardening
On the 14th day of May
It started back in 05
But has spread around the world
It’s all about the great outdoors
And doing it unfurled
It celebrates the weeding
Planting flowers in the buff
And trimming more than hedges
As if that’s not enough
It’s soaking up the sunshine
Big doses of vitamin D
And trimming trees and bushes
For everyone to see
It’s best to warn your neighbors
Or to work behind a fence
It’s not for the faint-hearted
But for those with confidence
But take it slow and steady
Don’t get in a big rush
Be sure to use some sunscreen
Or your cheeks will surely blush
If you’re handling a tool
Be careful of its edge
If your neighbor also gardens
Don’t linger near her hedge
Beware of poison ivy
Watch out for poison oak
Be careful what you pull on
Be careful what you poke
Come on – join the movement
The sun will do you good
You can beautify your own yard
Or your whole neighborhood
So now you know the story
I’ve laid the gauntlet down
It started in Seattle
You can bring it to your town
And all your friends and neighbors
Will stop – and then who knows
Maybe they will join you
(Be wary then of those!)
Note: Every year the government sets aside a Day of Remembrance for the
Holocaust. This year it is the first week of May. Please share this with everyone so
that none of us or our children ever forget.
They rounded us up one day in the rain
Herded us into a cattle-car train
We were just Jews, it was simple and plain
The pain – we must always remember
When the train stopped there were so many dead
Ushered into two groups, tears were all shed
Weak ones culled out and away they were led
That said – we must always remember
None of this ever has made any sense
Staying alive in good health our defense
We'd spend every day praying out by the fence
Consequence – we must always remember
At night we would gather and in silence we pray
Pray that we make it through one more day
What tomorrow would bring – no one could say
Today – we must always remember
Each morning we’d line up; they’d walk down the rows
Deciding who lives; deciding who goes
Each morning we’d pray that we weren’t one of those
God knows – we must always remember
And the stench in the camp from the ovens by noon
Reminded us all of our impending doom
Relief from this hell-hole could not come too soon
Repugn – we must always remember
There were thousands of us left back in the damp
In our bunks, in the ovens, or the cattle-car ramps
And surviving this ordeal left its own stamps
The camps – we must always remember
So each year we gather on Remembrance Day
To honor the loved ones who have passed away
And the horrible price that they had to pay
We pray – we will always remember
July 31, 2011
Been caught in a scam
Should I have just ran
Try to be good
For God as we should
Always to get bit
Just take another hit
Never knowing why
But continue to try
To live with the strife
Just wanted a wife
Will we ever just fit in the groove
Or should we just move
On the Golden list
I do not jist
Or just change my name
To fit and stay in the game
Never, never win
So I will just give in
National Cleavage Day
For those of you who missed it
I’ve only this to say
Mark it on your calendar
National Cleavage Day
It’s been going on for ten years
That’s ten years down the drain
For I, too, somehow missed it
(May my interest never wane)
This year it was March 31st
Next year? About this time
Just be alert and watch the press
(And looking’s not a crime)
This day is not just for gentlemen
Without the women – shoot
There wouldn’t be this special day
(And who would give a hoot)
Each year the folks at Wonder Bra
Think it’s time that we all saw
The things their wonder products do
To lift and separate the two
It isn’t lewd, just titillating
That keeps the guys outside just waiting
For the models’ fashion show
As out into the streets they flow
In pinks and blue and scarlet red
All the girls are turning heads
Showing off what’s usually hidden
And to some folks quite forbidden
Ladies if you’re blessed with this
Don’t be a prude, don’t be a priss
Be proud and show it, pave the way
Next year on National Cleavage Day
Forgotten Love Found
March 31, 2011
I thought she was lost
I did not know at what cost
She did not want me
So she let me be free
But now I have no more fear
For now she has returned here
Do I really know to see?
That she really does need and want me
For now I will think and just sit
This is her chance to prove it
I will truly be very strong
And she must show me that I was wrong
Should I let go of the slack
She must show me she wants me back
Will she really come and show
If so my heart will have such a glow
As the sun is so hot and bright in the sky
I will lose all my fears and know why
I want to hold her so bad
And by doing so I will never again be sad
All my love I will give to her now
The amount she will never know how
We will make love for the first time
It will be so exciting and so extremely fine
I hope she will want me forever
If to be we will always be together
We will have to be till the end
This is the best time we can begin
a great piece of art
of the unknown is featured,
on his special day
I know what you’re thinking
I ought to stop drinking
But with finances shrinking
I don’t know where to turn
Stock and bonds and mutual fund
All are on a downward run
And so the drinking has begun
I don’t know where to turn
No payments made so they’re repossessing
All my things – my life’s so stressing
Drinking is my only blessing
I don’t know where to turn
But then I was invited in
To where the healing can begin
I found a means unto the end
Now I know where to turn
No one judging, no one scolding
Open talking – no withholding
A new direction they are molding
This is the place to turn
It doesn’t solve financial woes
That’s not the way the program goes
Encouragement’s what they propose
There’s a better way to turn
So don’t try to solve this on your own
You need some help, you’ve always known
And AA works – results have shown
Here is the place to turn
So come on in, sit down a spell
You’ve got a story I can tell
This is the place where you’ll get well
Start with this when it’s your turn
Hi. My name is __________________
And I am an alcoholic
I meant to post this on teh 10th but it slipped by. While I have never used the service of the AA, I know of some who have and some more that should have. Bob Smith founded AA and June 10th, 1935 (Dr. Bob Smith’s sobriety date) is considered the birthday of Alcoholics Anonymous.
i’ll never forget…
the September skies, wrapping
I do not know?
Just for a moment close your eyes,
Just for a moment listen to the sounds.
Just for a moment think of the the past,
Just for a moment imagine their rounds.
Try to remember as you celebrate the fourth,
all the meaning behind it and all it's worth.
Be thankful you see pretty colors in the sky,
and all you are listening to are fire works...
8th Annual “No Pants Subway Ride”
It’s been brought to my attention
There’s a brief one-day suspension
Of the requirement to wear your pants and ride
It’s an improv-based experiment
To show there’s no embarrassment
And pants or not, you have no need to hide
So this Saturday, the 10th of Jan
Be you woman or a man
A lovely pair of drawers will hit the spot
Ignore the snickers and the stares
Act as if you had no cares
And ride the train as if you just forgot
There’ll be thousands round the world
That will leave their pants unfurled
And ride the train or metro casually
You can join them brave and bold
Sans pants as you’ve been told
Or once on board, just drop them gradually
If you are among the masses
Please show no bare assess
Wear some drawers in regal dignity
If you ride the train this weekend
Remember, no fair peekin’
If I see you, pretend you don’t see me!
If you want some ideas on what to wear or not to wear and you are not easily offended, check out the No Pants website from last year. There are pictures from the DC Metro as well as from trains and subways around the world.
At times this beat is so intense
I simply have no good defense
So must I sit and use the pain
To find the words within my brain
That hide with such success
My temper flares once more I'm free
To walk away again
The words were there an hour ago
'twas whilst I mowed the lawn
An ode about the hidden cost
Of freedom to us all
A debt we own responsible
To those who stood and
Understood and paid their dues
It comes as freedom's price to you
To squander if you choose
The only thing that's ever been
The chance to win to use your time
Beholden just to individual trust
'tis all we earn the words return
I'm in a garden once again
Older growing weeding words
a dory caught off guard in the billow of a wild frontier,
the south paw always an adverse of nature,
tranquil can be the fire,
but the the sparrow will mature,
a dormant trammel becomes earsplitting when broken,
now freedom promised as a perpetual token,
in the splendor of the petal the truth does not appear,
cripple the word and clarity becomes obscure,
deception weaved from inner fear,
not even gone and the cinerarium is in the picture,
oh! look at the view, raw are their souls preaching such an unholy scripture
Everything is your kiss so divine and sweet
A touch of your hand is my only desire.
Our bodies embrace and the Angels sing.
My love is strong and till end of time.
Your face envelops my eyes of a dream.
A dream that is for real and forever kept.
Deep in my heart and soul, cherished so.
Every day our love is here and now.
Every year it grows beyond any limit.
My spirit commands that I love you dear.
My arms await the next embrace we share.
One sweet kiss from you is my eternity.
I pledge to fulfill our loves hold and more.
For you entered ecstasy into my design.
For you my dear are my love supreme.
We have finally made it
Through this last year
Now we must face
Our deepest fear
On our own we must go
This wheel of life we must steer
Life is yet to come
It has finally just begun
Our lives now depend
On choices of thy own
Now one can’t afford
To sit around ad get stoned
We must make choices
That are very difficult
Yet the right one will reveal
Awards as a result
Your future is what
Only you make
Yet as y you grow older,
If you can believe in your ability
And not think the world is on your shoulders
You will lead
A life filled with joy
And rewards, yet this only happens
When one is employed
You choices from today,
And onward into the years
Will undoubtedly reveal
How your life will be
Just so long as you don’t
Piss it away, and you just wait and see
For you’re the one
Who may change the world
Just lead a straight line
Don’t follow your horde
Prevail you may
Yet if you shall fail
Pull yourself back up,, for that job you dream of
Is not unreachable
You shall find, after you get that job
That your check has always
Been in the mail
An attack of this magnitude
was completely unforeseeable;
and who thought that an unguarded city
had to feel that sense of solitude...
through an urealistic exodus so undiscernible,
and later reclaim its struck territory!
What we lost...is not the superb Twin Towers:
the pride of the wealthiest nation on earth,
towers that can be rebuilt in years;
it's those lives that enmity cut short!
And they tried to disorientate us,
and disrupt our ingenuous and lively living
by spreading unrest and choas
with absurd and infernal thinking!
This infamy is so ineffaceable
from the mind of the unfoolish,
fair and reasoning man with greater intellect...
that it becomes so inexplicable;
a shameful act not condoned by civilization,
confirmed by unsympathetic sentiments!
What we lost ...is truly irreplaceable
by every imaginable remedy:
its the worth, the comfort and the unbroken joy,
which dazzled in the NewYorkers' eyes...
making their days so livable!
What we lost...is eternally
carved out into those shining stones:
bearing glorious names to withstand time itself1