It includes Sopka Veles speaks
the balalaika
Eumetopias Jubatus spoke this to the people.
from the Stone area of Mesozoic and Paleozoic.
Severo-Kurilsk in the Kuril Islands
the reports spoke of a 8.8 magnitude quake here
a quake that caused a tsunami wave.
from alaska to california thru mexico to the
south american coast
they watched and waited
for the wave not know how intense it would be.
tsunami warning in Hawaii, after damage in both Russia
and Japan. They discontinued the tsunami warnings Crescent City
was the last to warning.
The Kamchatka quake caused Volcano to erupt off the coast
of Russia.Klyuchevskoy Volcano spewed it's load, ashfall
caused damage.
The Songs to appease Perun has angered Veles
he unleased quake after quake to
quiet there worship
and after the strongest quake
he made the volcano erupt
and send out a tsunami to
dismantle the Temples
the people built
to worship Perun.
Eventualities don't apply to me
(I can dream)
no matter their presence
in the mirrors of reality
Always one step ahead
though the shrinking distance
haunts
like the miles left for a Tesla charge
eventualities be damned
A proud GTO once sneered
at the pitiful jalopies that
soiled the curb
a roaring young engine
never once to glance at
those left behind -
the defunct riffraff
that Pontiac replaced,
now, their value measured only
by the thump of a
Mecum gavel
The showrooms now occupied
by "green" Prius's
and other hybrid youths
who sneer at discontinued
glutinous appetites
While the GTO,
like a deserted lunar excursion module,
waits for the next Apollo mission -
still
I've learned to celebrate today
until my "jalopiness" overcomes me -
eventualities be damned!
Ten adventurers went caving in Yorkshire Dales, England in 1967.
It was a gorgeous June day, so they were in terrific spirits.
Four of them decided not to continue a few hours later, unsure why.
The remaining six were all young healthy men.
Morag Forbes, who had discontinued the adventure, returned to the site.
Mossdale Caverns was underwater so she knew the six were in trouble.
Shocked for her friends, she ran to get help.
Many volunteers began digging a ditch, to circumvent water.
The six inside had been climbing and crawling through the cavern,
When a rush of water came in through all directions due to flooding.
They were caught by surprise in the labyrinth.
Sadly, they were buried inside the cave.
Her blood was spilled,
Her heart is where the knife was sheathed,
Herself is who was killed,
She will be deeply grieved,
My life must be continued,
Even though her life was discontinued.
decorated decoy Delaware defined
deep-sixed, deemphasized, double design
daring dubious decorum delightful definitive
dashing, dazzling, diddling diminutive
demolished, derogatory doll-like, defy
decayed, decomposed, decolorized, dubious decry
decoded, decrypted, deepened delegate
decolorized, décor, defined duly designate
discontinued, delighted Des Moines detective
declaring Delaware dappled, doggedly defective
dashing daydreaming decoy declaring delude
damaging, destructive, dizzy, debatable deluge
It's a basic track layout
just a circle with you
as the central feature in the middle of it.
My train does not travel anywhere -
why should it? Don't care.
Sometime though
I imagine you onboard the loco
with me,
even though that model steam train
has been discontinued for many years.
Pain persists within my Mind, Body and Spirit
is very insensitive and incessantly, lingering thinking it has discontinued then this excruciating pops up compelling distress, bemoaning, pain enraputuring one's emotions
Grace and Mericfulness calling your names for those pain to cease .
He slept under the moon
He basked under the sun
He lived a life of going to-do
And died with nothing done
The spring well and root of all vice
The canker of the mind
An appendix to nobility
The only refuge of weak minds
Discontinued labour is dangerous
They labour to kill time
And labour dire it is, and weary wore
The worst of all unrealities, an idle man
Man, the only being that can properly be called idle
But woe to the shepherd that left the flock
Go to the ant, thou sluggard
Consider her way and be wise
To do nothing makes one nothing
For an idle brain is the devil’s workshop
Life is full of care
We have no time to stand and stare
To do something- man’s inherit power
Absence of occupation is not rest
A mind quite vacant is a mind distressed
Why is man idle who can do something better
I am happiest when I am idle though
For it is well to lie fallow for a while
The lazy man gets round the sun
As quickly as the busy one
Eschew the idle life
Flee, flee from doing nought
For never was there idle brain
But breeds an idle thought
Remember
when they thought my heart will commit a suicide
ramming at the ribs
but you prevent opening my chest
saying how heart just need some more time
you knew how people change
when they cut them open and bleed them out
then the tissues collide and some new fluid fills the void
you didn't want me to change
and loved me just the way I am
mother of my mother
I apologize if I have interrupted the cycle
couldn't let you go
(with unwashed hands)
then wingless horse died in my arms
now discontinued souls
lay scattered all over the chessboard
and I don't know will love endure
mother of my mother
your body was fully equipped for death
(couldn't let you go)
so I tried to seize that residual ray of hope and paint the light
but you missed the number
lily from our garden faded away
and our family puzzles went on a rampage
the absence flipped their masks
(you always said nothing is for nothing)
I saw them in the churchyard
they had currency in their cry
as your face changed
I could felt how all voids went drained
and the last piece of my tears fell next to the resting
(there was no new fluid)
Daphne
Daphne was definitely not a flirt
Dynamic and fierce, boy she could hurt
Clumsy in movement, robust, but with poise
Loud at times, she could make lots of noise
She hailed from good old Lincoln town
A rural beauty admired all around
Good at her job, espied by the boss
Her skills took her over to lands abroad
She continued to work and get her own way
When handled well, she was a mainstay
But her mood was volatile, her temper afire
When out on the field, she got stuck in a mire
Abandoned by her military lover
She found herself in the hands of another
Damaged and hurt, they mocked her demise
Paraded then dumped by the foreign bad boys
When the warring powers discontinued their fight
Her admirers removed her away from her plight
They took her back home to old Lincoln town
She was polished and cleaned and no longer down
Now old, she sits with others alike
Those far-off memories are kept alight
Her fans are many in this place of recall
And Daphne the tank is having a ball
Now a discontinued product stands facing the past
All stores confirmed sold out shelves empty with dust
Sole manufacturer known though sent again attempt
To find the same disarranged preempts
Closed category contained in crates that last
Of parts and pieces properly placed a must
Certain people hate the Wii U, they call it a piece of crap.
But I like the game console and I think it got a bum rap.
It's no XBOX One or PS4 but it's not an abomination.
I believe it was good and that's not an exaggeration.
Yes, a few of its games do stink, especially Paper Mario: Color Splash.
When I played that game, I'd get so mad that I wanted to throw it in the trash.
Nintendo released the Switch when they axed the Wii U.
People hated the console and so it was discontinued.
I hated to see the Wii U fail, it has become another Dreamcast.
Certain people hated the Wii U and now it's a thing of the past.
attaching himself
to her bliss
to a place
not much more higher than this
longing
yet obtuse
with creations
relying on kinetics
embracing its essence
all to be discontinued.
We are the generation
of discontinued imagination.
With our twisting words
you’ll drink in
desperately.
Our beautiful stories
spun from the nothingness.
Shadows of hope
glimmering in the distance.
Farfetched aspirations
that will never be reached.
We are the hopeless romantics
you all wish you could be.
We are amazing with words
yet terrible with people.
We know what to say
and when
without missing a beat.
We are dreamers
and wishful thinkers
and procrastinators beyond belief.
We have hope
for things you
cannot fathom achieving.
We are desperate
for approval
yet hard to convince.
Destined for greatness
that will probably be missed
We are the socially anxious,
hopeful,
and descriptive
pessimists.
We are the ones
you wish you could be.
We are heartbreakers
because we are lost.
We are lonely
but happy.
So trust me when I say:
don’t fall in love
with a poet,
unless you are ready
to become one.
Trains on theses tracks of Life are moving continually
Their view of events unfolds and are unraveling rapidly, consecutively
They are a multifaceted composite of compositions
A living scenic picture album of underlining photos,
enhanced with side glossaries
These give views of living menageries
and of many local communities
The Trains do make some full stops:
This like love and romance at the highest of
zenith mountainous tops
At the Trains end it will be discontinued:
The last stop for you and me naturally
Yet, there will be a resurrection for all true Saints:
who are on the Train’s eternal manifested ledger graciously
Then joyous, rapturous blissful heaven, heavenlies and all
of eternity, the most happily
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