They thought it would be fun to dissect Susie’s brain
But wait, Sue said. I am kind of allergic to pain.
We have new meds, you will hardly feel a thing.
She believed the surgeon, ‘cause she’s a ding-a-ling.
The doctors hypnotized her and she stayed in place
While they cut a tiny hole in her front lobe face
They extracted a bit of her teeny sand brain
I’m naked! The piece yelled, and don’t forget my train!
They pulled out a gown, a petticoat and a bridal veil.
I am eager to see what you’ll do next said Dale.
Wait! Said Tori as I was telling this story to her
Who is Dale and were her dendrites still pure?
Since I was rudely interrupted, the tale is now dead.
So now poor Susie is stuck without the rest of her head.
I do not feel guilty, I am the writer, thus the boss.
Not knowing the ending is the reader’s loss.
To understand the lurking fog of melancholy,
We must dissect and examine every piece,
We must study every nuance,
every layer, every cause, every feeling,
to find the source of all its power,
to discover where the sorry sadness begins.
The root of melancholy lies within
it is an emotion, an interpretation,
an attitude, not a cause unto itself.
It is a malady self-inflicted, not an infection caught.
Therein lies the prevention remedy and cure, yourself.
Idleness, boredom and self-absorption
breeds melancholy within the soul.
It enters and festers in still, stale, stagnant waters
Not within the rivers, lakes, nor seas in motion.
Business, friendliness, engagement and creativity
keep the lurking fog of melancholy at bay, well away.
Here comes the era of war and hatred,
No religion is anymore sacred.
Once innocent as a child nation,
Is now a stair to molestation and discrimination.
Black or white, we are one,
Born under the same bright sun.
Unpleasant touch like that of a crawling snake,
Comes to you showing love so fake.
Let misogyny and patriarchy be crushed,
Bruised, burned and let’s get ashes flushed.
Where the illiteracy and poverty count increases,
They are busy building masterpieces.
Many Lakshmi’s still gasp for equality,
But are looked down like a mere commodity.
Let’s go back to Golden age,
And repeat history with a blank new page.
There once was a frog who found it difficult being green
I asked the frog “what do you mean?”
The frog seemed wanting to talk
While chewing on a delicious happy hour stalk
“It’s silver and black,
They raid things and that is a fact.”
I noted to the frog, “They have a new home,
In a social tourist area where you never really feel alone
Names like Trump and Wynn are on separate sides of the street
With all sorts of luring fixtures offered as a treat.”
“I heard about that,” the green gribbit stated
As I waited
“We are green and we soar, we take flight to show our might!”
I suggested
This simple message
“Go and travel and pound on that artistic gavel.”
“That is right,” the frog said striking down a bug looking for a fight.
“We are green and we have a dream
That is our white and we are ready with freedom and oil
And a supporter base that is insanely loyal.
Remind Allegiant Air they are one of us
While silver and black are transported on the RTC bus.
Chop Chop from this green pad to the bachelor’s one reserved for the Sunday’s peaceful gaming fun.”
Nineteen months has passed since I did a step..
A step to attain one of my dreams..
Rumored as the land of "Just dime or penny"..
Talked as a land of so much strict Rules..
Rials their stable currency.
Oil their main product..
Towering modern ediffices abounds..
Architecturally design interiors..
Rich truly, as they said..
Islam the strictly followed religion..
Arabic their national language..
Riyadh, Jeddah, Maddina some of it's mainland..
Black and white the common colors of apparels..
Yet, roaming around malls..
Variant vibrant colors visibly in stalls..
Simplicity, that's what I appreciated here..
It was a barren solid land..
Almost all nationalities are here..
Finding a life; Making livelihood..
Maximizing what this country can offer...
Yet it's rules, the prohibitions..
Depresses the other life of man...
It takes away some of the joys of living..
Thus others, breaks the rules...
" incest meetings" are such as searching gold..
precious as undiscovered diamonds..
friends makes the stay here worthwhile..
Adopting and preserving the heart of humanity..
by: olive_eloi
02/10/2013
9:44pm
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Love of the heart;
Love of the mind,
Oceans apart
Never to rhyme
The heart,
While shadowing function
As fast as eruption,
Gives back for consumption
The mind,
So selfish and needy,
Brings Hell to the leaving.
Babes, helpless and teething
Love of the heart;
Or of the mind?
One needn't a chart
The other is blind
Though small its size it offers no resistance,
No matter it's diameter at given hour of day.
And should division come at your insistence,
A speck just gets smaller, never going away.
No matter its division, its start it retains,
Though diminishing beyond ability to see.
A remnant of that speck always remains,
If you don't behold it, can it no longer be?
Dissecting Words Into Letters
Dissecting Words Into Letters
In this class of hard introducting there is words to be dissected into letters there
is no further need for a discussion or ramification of the dissertation. Ignorance
is bliss or so they say. Take the word at random play fortification. The first letter is
f. The second letter is o. There is a third letter r. The fourth letter is t. The letter i is
fifth. Number six is f. Seven on this list is i again.
Eighth Word is c. No wait eye am very sorry the letter not the word this is what
happens when someone hurries me. Nine is a. Ten is t. Eleven on our list is i
that's three. There is a twelfth letter there an o.
That brings me to the thirteenth letter of this word an n.
Now we can begin the day and ascertain that n is the unlucky letter.
The random chosen word is fortification this word has thirteen letters the letter n
is the unlucky letter.
For optimum performance of all placed bets on horses or tables or games do
not use the letter n in a betting manner.
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