Blood Money
Ransom for a trade
Hostile blood money
Vendita for the victims
Bad guy on the run
A bloody weapon in hand
Manipulation runneth
A destructive mind-set
Mental disorder unbalanced
Morally wrong with a motive
With madness, no care for others
Another body bag
Murder mystery unsolved
With no boundaries
Another murder just for the money
Money for ransom
With blood on your hands
Dead presidents in green
Bloody bank note bleeding
Greed follows a dead end
No one wins
Another lost soul
Just for engraved images paper note
Blood money never ends
Another victim up ahead
Another story to write
Another violent villain
Hunting in the night
Only to worship money
Though small in size you stood strong' and wise
In your answer to him, of your intended demise!
And that of our fair state.' In our great land.'
For right here i recount of that old 'dingo dan'
He'd paid the blood money, he's bought a plot'
Oh how my blood boils.' And i can tolerate a lot.)
Its plain he had a dirty plan, to cottaging; that spot; on prime Murray river bank land'
Well it did not come good.' No not at all.!
For a true blue builder, rejected that call
He came like a demon..yet left like a cur.!
On that; may freedom loving Aussies all concur!
Keep shunning the dingo.' May mange be upon him'
I praise our publican, may all blessings be on him.!
You are incomparible to anyone or anything i have ever known.
You have the kindest purest soul collected in the most beautiful being.
Every inch of your skin, every strand of your hair, every breath you take i adore.
As if i have never seen you before.
As if my eyes dont follow you around the room.
It is utterly impossible to translate my feelings into words,
yet you remind me years ago of what it it felt like to be a child.
So safe. So secure.
To be loved by someone, someone not under obligation to care,
Not by blood, money or otherwise,
is something I never thought I would find.
Yet it is something you have forever blessed me with.
I can't believe you're that naive to really think the rule of law has always been civil.
Read a bit of history and you will see those with political agendas disregard the rules and regulations. For them the rule of law just does not matter.
The rule of law is always civil? Ask Snowden and Assange. Ask Tara Reede who had to flee this country because she accused the current president of something worse than sexual harassment!
Talk with those who suffered through racial inequality and Native Americans consigned to live inside those reservations. Talk with the Irish and Chinese, and every ethnic minority.
Greedy men in power don't hesitate to break the law and are seldom caught, in fact are praised by those who benefit from that blood money!
Listen to the warning. It's decades old: "Beware the military/industrial complex," and those in search of ultimate political power.
I'm sorry, friend. Your mind is cursed because the incivility of law is only getting worse!
the assault rifles help whom exactly
fraternity of gunmen
silence from nra
the killing of innocents continues
as schools practice lockdowns
nra rules
senators vote for nra
yes yes hip hip hooray
lining their pockets with blood money
I never knew angst to be so devilish a thing
Taking me from a million clean years,
To ABC house of booze, because,
My blood money was abused by him
Wrecking the Kia Sportage I was strapped in
A passenger, pained to point of surgeries.
And on a rainy morning he swore resenting
Driving me to physical therapy,
And before the settlement, made his request:
"...Do my bathroom floor like yours."
And half of what I got was to be his
He carved such rules I broke in time
And kept secret what figures were mine.
But, lo and behold I sat pondering, counting pennies
And the devil drove me to think...
I should drink to that
All I got, and shared, and fail to stash.
Who knew Canadian whiskey would whisk me to detox?
And I, a recovering addict/alcoholic chose house of God
In AA I'd sit with alcoholics sharing what they drank,
How, when, where.
I'd rather say never again.
*
Machine raw; saws on..
War always wrong, is too true!
All blood; money, lies.)
She starred in "Doctor Who" and "Blood Money".
She died thirty years ago today at the age of 63.
When she starred in those Doctor Who episodes, she starred with William Hartnell and Tom Baker.
She lost her battle with cancer thirty years ago today and she went to Heaven and met her maker.
She also starred in "Tales Of The Unexpected", "The Comedy Man" and "No Hiding Place".
People were sad thirty years ago because she was no longer a member of the human race.
It's always sad when such a talented person dies.
All of her fans mourned because of her demise.
[Dedicated to Jacqueline Hill (1929-1993) who died 30 years ago today on February 18, 1993]
As psoriasis; old scoros is'
With vulgarity; of method-biz
Darkening all hearkening
Bloated out ego-cankering
Blood money his diocease!
Tuhada Khon Khon,
Mera Khon Pani.....
Evil Emerges
When the vaygina is torn
When a hypocrite is born
Evil Emerges.
Twenty long-desert years
sweeping scorpions into their pits
over and over and over again
now the sweepers are leaving in haste
not enough blood money to be made,,,
Scorpions are pouring out of their pits
stingers held high above Biden's Bedouins-
A young woman, her form
still bearing a mirage of beauty.
In her detail she decays
closer still, a beauty returns
as a micro-delicacy.
Her charm dips in and out
like a swan through the bodies spoilage.
Da Vinci and his artist acolytes,
those red-handed anatomists,
all owe her rent.
The swan should be redrawn,
blood-money paid
with those same blunt tools
they broke into her with.
Las Vegas ... a gangster’s irradiated dream
Sin city ... all that glitter glow ain’t what it seems
Neon idols ... false lights beckon the human flies
One-arm lovers ... giving fifty-two kisses of plastic coated lies
Spinning red satin black bed ... promising to satisfy every drunken lust
Non-believers ... in the Devil, they do blindly trust
The game of con ... it’s a brothel house affair
Papier seduction ... blood money lines their coffin lair
Viva Las Vegas ... welcome to the American Idol nightmare
the ship is sinking
Tom Waits tell me where to wait
take my blood money
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