AI
Gave a sigh
Sporting life public will buy
Drop Artificial from my name
Word brought futuristic fame
Playing human's competitive game
Accepting superpowers
Blooming my intellectual flower
Ask me anything
If I do not know I will forward to Google and Bing
When casual tension is at stake
Peace I will make
Ending argumentative disputes
Putting the bar on mute
Silencing verbal mouth guns that shoot
Super Intelligence successfully tried
No longer the Artificial guide
Let's explore the electronic frontier
Where we will cheer
Knowledge obtained
Sending ignorant dialogue to shame
Since mature conversation
Can cure a patient
Without any rat race in
Realizing the testing attack
Can be retaliated back
With one simple question
Getting Super Intelligence attention
And to mention
Being told something accurate to say
When discussing matters blue and grey
Home Sweet home was our most safe haven,
Only shelter when I was just a kid and minor.
Mom-Dad were there to bear each responsibility
Enjoyed with my siblings at every step of childhood.
Simple pleasures, simple disputes awoke in our home.
Wonderful sharing of sister of my heart to take care.
Excited days settled at night with worry-less sound sleep
Events occurred in sorrow or gay, but to assure,
Top secret of entire peace lay in our sweet home.
Home Sweet Home is now my holy sacred heaven.
On love and care I have erected my home as ideal one.
Mind gets real relief in each distress, dismay and agony
Enchanted days settle at night in perfect profound peace.
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Undisputed. The environment of the venue was barbaric
Dispute a Job Title Change to document your actual work and start a formal dialogue
"Wrestler" and "Wrestling":
"Superstar" or "sports entertainer,"
"bouts" or "contests."
"Belt" or "Strap"
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Justice, justice you shall pursue*
a commandment Israel is devoted to
To establish courts in every town’s gates
civil and criminal disputes to debate
To examine the truth
to adhere to the law
Treating litigants with dignity
God’s Torah with awe
In this way, to be a light unto nations
compromise, not violence, for all generations
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*Deuteronomy 16:20 -- This is in the third verse
of the portion of the Torah read in synagogues
this Sabbath.
He's a bold man, very brave
So he blaze just like fire
Igniting the dark
Showing impact
Creating new paths
Breaking and creating new records
Shinning unapologetically
But never did he disparage anyone.
He's a blaze man
He blase
Always in his basement
Minding his business
Just like Jehovah witness
He doesn't joke with his findings
He hates intimidation
Living life step by step without limitations.
He's a blaze man
He's crazy about life
Not lazy with his dealings
His words are healing
Don't easily catch feelings
But when he does it's so real
He's so edifying
He always rectifies disputes.
I don't take one side or two
In disputes about who’s right
And who’s wrong – it could be you
Or it could be me tonight
But the next day it may turn
The other way round, the pendulum
Swings and all I had to learn
Will be lost in setting sun
Now the nightmares get too real
Heroes drop their marble masks
Neanderthals tore down the deal
With the Pithecanthropus
And the Cro-Magnons are baffled
Why does it have to start again?
Reptiles shed the skin and set
The new manual for the brain
Don’t attach me to the schemes
That you treasure or despise
I’m the mantis in your dreams
Far beyond thy truths or lies.
What are riches but silver and gold
yet silver and gold can go away
What is wealth but good health
that can vanish in a trice
What greater treasure is there than a happy, loving family
before Disputes, Divorce and Death exact their inevitable toll...
Woe to the man who puts his trust in this world
A fortune has he who serves the Lord ~ eternally happy
I thought at your fiftieth we would make up,
I saved every drop to buy you a new Ford.
Your Royce is still sweet, but it needs a backup—
Not a Lincoln, a Mustang I could afford.
But you threw the keys back at me in fury,
You let your friends mock me with horrid laughter.
On our disputes, you turned them to our jury—
They reveled, munching on our private matter.
You called me names you'd never used before them,
You left me unanchored in a wave of shame—
An abyss where you left my pleasance's scum,
Then heaped on me a full load of scorn and blame.
Is dating a prettier lady a sin?
Drown me in more shame—it quenches not the flame.
The more you dump me in your emotive bin,
The more she lifts me back into her love-frame.
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Our memories will be the roots
In our strong yet delicate foundation.
Our talks will be our parachutes
As we slowly fall into infatuation.
Our fall outs will be rationalized away
As we become each other's voices of reason.
Our voices will soothe us without sway
In our soft-spoken tones, without confusion.
Our individual strengths will shine through
Each and every time we speak or write.
Our hearts will heal and grow on cue
As we learn how to make this all right.
Our memories are the growing roots
Of the tree that symbolizes our romance.
Our souls were meant to overcome all disputes,
Because we are fated to learn this dance.
There are enough religions in this world
to promote hatred, disputes
over pride and vanity... and insufficient spirituality
on the part of men to
promote peace and love among all...!
Look at the sky
always blue...
It doesn't care
about the reasons of the world...
Look at the flower
always happy
it doesn't care
about fights and wars...
Look at the sea
always on the wave,
it doesn't care
about disputes over land...
To be happy,
you don't need to fight
with the world...
To be happy,
you don't need to sacrifice yourself
in wars...
To be happy,
you don't need to kill yourself
for wealth...
To be happy...
You only need love...
you only need to be loved
you need to love...!
Lone 'neath the weeping willow dark,
The lies we spoke, in whispers sown,
Scarred the blackened bark,
That all may see and groan.
Begot in shade the woe and pains,
That climb and twist through iron roots,
Forming our bondage chains
Of deadly dark disputes.
Speak! Speak! Cried the girls and boys,
In weeping mud, and wailing rain.
Alas there was no noise,
In the darkness: deaf and vain.
Yet hear the bell’s cheer!
Revealed in the warm sun,
A spectacle all shall hear,
When the light has won.
Love! Love! Sang the children and men,
Through breathing grass, in dancing glades.
Love! Love! Piped the doves and wrens,
In the light: where truth is made.
So echo the love and joy of light,
Sing the hymns of peace it shines,
Lest all, in truth, rise to fight,
For Light, the visage most divine.
There was a man... you told them a fine tale.
His fields brought forth gem-like grains in full scale.
Was it his heart or his barns, in truth, small?
What blocked him from hearing the divine call?
Your physique and psyche are in your grains.
You don't care to hear common human pains?
Though grains of the whole cosmos you might save
Shouldn't you, friend, finally find your grave?
Should there be disputes here for mundane goods?
Does wealth bind even wild beasts in the woods?
Storing gems and pearls, you've lost your time.
Do you think when you die, wedding bells will chime?
You are a steward; no wealth is your own.
Won't another feast on it when you're gone?
'Twas the night before Christmas, and insomnia befell,
No creature was stirring, but my thoughts are pell-mell.
Would the family squabbles and feuds come with the cheer?
Would I have to drown them out, with too much beer?
The smile and wave diversion has limited worth?
How long can my mirth defray my feeling good dearth?.
I flit like a butterfly, I sting like a bee.
But, my hands can't hit what my eyes can't see.
It's all so jovial, with all folks tongues tied.
Letting slip barbs tongue-in-cheek that lied.
Lips forced into clenched fist clamped smiles.
With forget-me-knots shrouded as wait-a-whiles.
The reindeers were laughing, stopping on the roof,
as I downed another draught of whiskey high-proof.
A hangover is a sure-fire cure to help me cope,
with the downhill slide to the slippery slope.
'Twas the night before Christmas, and I'm awake,
fearing the family feud sparring earthquake.
My mind is churning over past disputes, give-and-take,
and how to avoid ruining the day with a silly mistake.
Real love
Takes work
Both sides.
When one gets mad
Need no physical contact
Touch is way better.
Cool head
Real talk
Eye contact presupposes.
Silent tears
Way better
Than a roaring lion.
Space a little
Big patience
Cook the best food.
Don't let sundown set
Without settling both disputes
In round table or in secret.
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