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Premium Member language and lateness

I think the language of dating tends to be intentionally overeducated, because modern romance often requires forensic attention to fragments: eye movements, direct response or response delay and strategic silence.

The term ‘boyfriend’ is a deliberate allocation of trust.

Though we kiss for control with charming nonchalance,
it’s gritty and everyday, not decorative companionship.

He’s seen my worst screenshots

On another note..

I love staying up late at morning
I have vampire tendencies
that’s my frequency

Should I start to turn in earlier
or wait for school to begin
I’m that kind of worrier 
that’s the way my world spins
.
.
A song for this:
Deny by La Sécurité

Premium Member The Master Piece

Time is a master piece
That requires patience
Time is the allocation given to
Everyone that is born and living
Time is like a pie consisting 
Of all manner of ingredients 
That includes all in a humans life
Sadness and joy, peace and war, 
 births and deaths
Riches and poverty 
Every one must partake of this
 pie of time.
Time is a master piece we must
Partake of it wisely
Before the time allocated to us is
 spent.

Premium Member Cosmic Ambition

Deep in my core lies cosmic ambition,
people often ask where this stems from. 
To some it comes off as self destruction. 

You weren’t given a clear definition.
Stalk me? You’re more than welcome.
Deep in my core lies cosmic ambition.

Junk happy is not part of my description, 
I’ll take intensity over ever feeling numb.
To some it comes off as self destruction. 

Why do anything not feeding passion?
That’s an apple when you want a plumb.
Deep in my core lies cosmic ambition.

Any dark void does not slow the mission,
raging fire within is now my inner drum. 
To some it comes off as self destruction. 

Part of success is always the allocation,
schedule thieves are so bothersome. 
Deep in my core lies cosmic ambition,
to some it comes off as self destruction.


Allocation, Ally

Allocation, O ally?
Resources put where?
In the heads of those who fly?
Worry, hast thou care?

O ye spirits, I collect!
End Times, be my Muse!
Golden gods to genuflect?
Dare to disabuse!

Wrath of wind, thy cyclone?
It really must blow in.
Heaven and Hell, hie to hone!
Drenching downpour, din!

Ramparts of old castle?
They're slippery when wet.
Gods of death, call thy vassal!
How could we forget?

Tomb of ancient pharaoh?
A curse is on the door.
Folly thus to enter? Go?
Doom, thy pinafore!

Mercenary armies!
Become, O lords of hell!
Storm from thy cemeteries!
Legions, lead thee well!

Soar, O mighty eagles!
O parapets, take heed:
Fate and Fortune, full the fools!
Grind them in their greed!

Ache in heart of bygone race?
Lulled within thy chase.
Dithering is thy disgrace!
Seize the skin of face...

High-Profile Job --- Motherhood

Being a mother is easily, the toughest job in the world -
Although it oscillates from "delightful", to "exhausting" to "thankless",
It is at most times, a demanding and overwhelming one.

Motherhood's main requirements are patience and love
Along with the ability to teach, discern, protect and nurture.
 
It needs a lot of resolve, to look into those pleading, mischievous eyes,
And decide when to give and when to stop -
How much to indulge, how much to restrict.

Rewards and recognitions depend on your perspective -
The feel of being wanted, the allocation of more work
And the hugs and kisses - these usually top the list.

The nature of work may change with time, 
But the adventure never fizzles out -
It is forever, an eventful journey of learnings, joy and regrets.

It's only a mother who can swing beautifully -
From the joy of watching the child grow and spread their wings,
To the throes of getting detached from them.

Only a mother can process the mixed emotions -
From the heady rush of revelling in the child's joys,
To making sacrifices of her own desires and sometimes, health.

Sound of Money

The investment industry, gambling in a scuba suit 
Interest rate risk, like blowing through a paper flute

Affairs of accounts, replacements for a lonely heart  
Billionaire bankers, glean you as financial art 

Subordinated debt, you’re an asset that can bond 
Dow Jones Average, you’re a mean of illusions spawned

Vested venture risk, your dead poet’s society 
Commercial competition, source of your anxiety

Free market futures, to soften your resistance
Reinvested capital gains, to edit your existence

Economic recession, when money goes on a diet
Capital gains taxes, when robbery is the riot

Asset allocation, a future of cherry picking 
Bear market declines, the sound of money ticking


Life Is Just a Mist

LIFE IS JUST AS  A MIST:

Once upon a time in this temporal world,
Where mankind is born into it to dwell.
Beautiful hearts rejoices of its arrival,
And some people stands against its survival.
Mankind goes through all the life stages.
Thus both child and adult life phases.
Mankind goes through education,
Afterwards, starts to work based on allocation. 
Mankind also gets married and give birth,
Where by life cycles becomes a bit biserk.
Subsequently retires from all works.
Later on, mankind passes away,
Making life seems so unimaginable to say.
Candidly, Life is just as a mist in a thin air.

Premium Member Overcast

A mother overhead,
bearing down
with beacon eyes -
my feet
on her beat.

The park -
overcast.

Hear the beat
of robin feet
on the muddy lawn.

Stranger in park -
no bark of dog
nor scampering squirrel.

Flood
like a murky lake -
the sodden path
is alive 

with my steady
sneakered tromp
   and the allocation 
of worms.

2/27/2022

If God Was a Nigerian

If God was a Nigerian

He will live on less than $1.90 per day
While animals, richer, from swallowed millions
He will read about bullion vans in Bourdillon
Or a looter's jewellery worth paying pension
While poverty spank his ass dry

He will mop his sweat under the sun
Voting a 'wheelbarrow empowerment' governor
Or 'Peter the Rock' that dries up accounts
While their aza swell like neglected corpse

He will see the bruised roads in Nigeria
Hospitals with incurable illness 
Or sick schools diagnosed with illiteracy
Why? Their allocation ruthlessly pilfered

He will watch clips of a human-bullion van, 
Desecrating his babanriga with dollars
And wrestle impurities in the state.

He would have been a poor Nigerian 
like my dad or the king of thieves 
Like Olusegun Obasanjo

Legislators of Drum

Due process is never like 
Federal Gains and to uphold
Transparency and equity
Is never as sweet as pleasure
Of the gains from constituency
Allocation to tyrants of back
Democracy
I want to be a representative
Of share and keep quiet
To travel with pleasurable
National incentives
I want to be a politician so that
I can sit in the parlour of few
Pot belly and native attire
Wearers who have the guts
To share the unending national
Cake like their family assets
I want to be an honourable
To insure my seeds with 
Unquenchable monetary figures
To speak about patriotism
And good legislation
As to win the favour and fingers
Of the electorates with guilty
Singers as my campaign singers

Trump Bragged About Creation

Trump Bragged About Creation

Can you believe Trump bragged about creation;
He planned and prepared it without provocation;
Was not authorized;
By Trump disguised,
And what he did was hide in an awful allocation.

Jim Horn

Feel Invigorated not Agitated

Women prefer being inspired and invigorated;
Not by Trump be intimidated and aggravated;
Loves self a lot;
Also hot to trot,
And new habit he has is people being berated.

Jim Horn

In my life things have never sufficed,
So into my life decided to have Christ;
My wishes fulfilled,
And always thrilled;
He is always beyond ever being priced.

Jim Horn

In This Life

In this life, I’ve seen that we are pretty much the same
We have the same opportunities and we all have the ability to choose
Here in Zimbabwe, there are many who share my name
But in a race, we differ because one of us will win and the others lose

In this life, I’ve seen that we all have the same time, 24 hours each day
It is enough for everyone to do their duties and focus on what’s prime
But I don’t know why when we have the same allocation, we almost always delay
And there we differ, because some are punctual but others procrastinate all the time

In this life, I’ve seen that parents have no time for their kids
Always on their phones typing, at work or watching television
Of course, we focus less on their wants, and more on their needs
But they need their parents just to talk, play and do homework or revision

In this life, I’ve seen that we all need love
The love of parents, of friends, of spouses and the love of God
But we laugh at street kids, we leave them to starve
We don’t want to unite with others, all we want is discord
 
#LetsAllChangeForTheBetter

Silent Killer

Destitution 
Contribution
Retribution and 
Pollution.

Distribution
Persecution
Allocation and 
Prostitution.

Disillusion
Institution
Absolution and
Percicution 

You continue to pass laws.
Laiden with so many flaws.
Providing criminals just cause.
Within the confines of your walls.

Stop the sale of coke and meth.
Police involvement; your last breath.
Remove safe zones to inject.
It's time to act; sudden death.

It's all because of you,
This profanity, all the clues.
Bloody noses, arms track blue.
Your body shakes; 
If only I knew.

Reincarnation

REINCARNATION
I think you are my last reincarnation
This is another way to bring up allocation
Time is precious and love is inspiration
The rain is making all of its inundation
Tr?n Minh Hi?n Hien Tran Orlando December 29, 2016

Navigation

NAVIGATION
I am sowing my seeds of navigation
Let's sing the song of inspiration
Time and time again, everything is synchronization
Don't you see the universe is allocation

Tr?n Minh Hi?n Hien Tran Orlando August 5, 2016

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