Trump Came To Crucify
How hard we did try
But Trump came to crucify
Cause us all to die.
Trump never sufficed
Has been known to pull a heist;
Is our Anti-Christ.
Trump hate to endure
Crooked Hillary called her
Is liar for sure.
Thoughtful Trump is not;
Hope someday in hell will rot
With pants down got caught.
We cannot deny
Trump will be each reason why
We all cry and cry.
We will war a scowl;
Trump thinks he is wise old owl
And obstructs our bowel.
Trump is now fair game
Will give him more of the same
And also the blame.
Jim Horn
Love wears a face
So full of grace
Look to the soul
That knows one whole
Pain brings sure gain
In touch made plain
Come to know truth
As tact seeds proof
Go on your way
Live well each play
See that you see
The way to be
Live well the call
That comes to all
Be sure of quest
In wind-blown fest
Floral blood drops
Moves urge non-stop.
Love sets bar high
Hate crucifies
Leon Enriquez
30 November 2016
Singapore
Kill him
His sin.
Taxes
Faxes.
Not his
Your biz.
One gov
Above.
One state
To hate.
One state
To slate.
One state
To wait.
One state
To mate.
Not two
To sue.
Not two
To glue.
Not two
To woo.
Not two
Not you.
Kill him!
Fine him.
His sin
Big din.
Our win
Your win.
Did The People Crucify Jesus?
Our power
This hour.
The gov
We have.
Our right
Hold tight.
Dismiss
The kiss.
Lovers
Suiters.
Over
Clever.
No more
Close door.
Saying unto her husband, have nothing to do with this just
Man for I suffered many things within a dream because of, Him..
Angels fall without You there ? Wondering what they these children
Thought when love's curtain it's veil rent; the heavens roared her earth
Quaked in trembling their, Spirits, fleeing for shelter crying unto Ancient's fiery
Gaze flames igniting time's, melting mountains ? Standing amid tomorrow's visions
Open arms embracing these barren branches; rushing winds this warmth lightning crashing ?
Cherubs weeping for joy chariots white robes sepulchers tombstones; imploding stars....
Zion, his cupbearer pleads; as her dagger bleeds a vintage creed ? Washing away perditions day.
I am married to an ordinary woman with an extraordinary talent
She has an in-built reverse-forward button, others tend to be mute
When in good humor forward is on, in bad humor reverse is on
A Lady Hamlet with no dilemma, to be or not to be- question is off.
There’s always forward for outings, if it’s missed a reverse ever
Make an adverse remark and will unlearn the meaning of favor
But fortunately always get forward button in things conjugal
Disappointed in things many, happy to get things connubial.
Once we’re at a party and her sister looked at her wedding ring
Her sister pointed out that she wore the ring not on the right finger
She replied that she’s right, because she married a wrong man
She looked at me but I have learnt to be silent from the talkative.
In case she finds out that I have been cross with some people
She is tempted to make my enemies her nearer friends
As impractical husband learnt useful lesson from practical wife
Keep the friends close but keep your enemies not far than friends
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Date 21-11-13
Dr. Ram Mehta
Sixth Place win in
Contest juxtaposed by Sheri
drown me in hate, bleed me dry,
So I rise up in love with the tears that I cry,
cut the chord, bound me in chain,
Batter me, beat me until I feel no pain,
Torture my body so there's no will to live,
Take from me until I've no more to give,
Rip out my soul, leave me there hung,
Throw me to old, steal me from young,
Remove my sight so your face I can't see,
change who I am so I am no longer me,
Let me crawl the walls that lock me in tight,
Hide me from day, forbid me from night,
Punish my ears with a never ending song,
Lock me away so I no longer belong,
Drag me from Here, surround me with sin,
Starve me of all until my body wears thin,
Crucify me, like on the lords final day,
Put me on a cross, force me to pray
Dig me a grave, bury me alive,
So I never see light, so I no longer survive.
You say you want your freedom
But you're leaving
Half your kingdom
To a people
Who don't need it
You can't crucify the world
So you're feeling bare without it
Tell me how
You've gone about it
You can try until you're old
You can't crucify the world
Now you're telling me you're done
No ideal under the sun
To determine anyone
Who can crucify the world
But wait a bit more time
Till my pen
Runs out of rhyme
There will come
Another one
Who will crucify the world
Stubborn you are, spread your poison; let it grow, grow, grow.
You teach him that? I oppose ... And now look at us in a row.
His innocent thoughts are pushed aside by the sin of chaos.
But the child simply wants to observe; we wear the pants, we're the boss!
I'll make him perfect with my teachings; You'll make him weak.
You want to teach him fear, I want to teach him to know knowledge is to seek.
Oh my God, he's confused, look what we've done!