Intelligent answers
Come from intelligent
Question
Might I mention
That's an undisputed
Claim
One is one
Unless divided
That's the way it
Is ain't no time
For foolish games
Do wop auh we-we
It calculated
Worry about the
Whole part
Stop worrying
Bout me
Down to the wire
Down to the last
Minute ah champion
Proud and tall
A man
For ah World to see
Do my best go out there
And exploit the tension
Science majors, and grapplers
Compliment me
Hold my trophy high
For the world
To see
Excited bout the night
I defend my title
Boo's and jeers greet me
But there is some who
Appreaces championship
Quality
Theres a lot of fans cheering
For me
His wealth and notarity
Talents line up
Too face me
Got that rizz
Something about me
Ya'll come down and see me
I'll do my
Ooh
Do my
Auh she muh golly ooh
Do my
Ooh do wop ooh auh
Do my
Auh she muh gallie
Muh dew
Faith under fire
When it comes right down to the wire
How are you going to stand?
Are you going to be salt or extremely bland
When your faith is under fire
Don’t believe the words of the liar.
When the smoke starts to rise and obscure the view,
And the whispers tell you there’s nothing left in you,
That’s the moment the embers begin to glow,
To reveal the deep roots that run down below.
It’s easy to burn when the wind starts to blow,
But a fire refined has a different kind of show.
It purifies the spirit, it sharpens the sight,
Turning the shadows into brilliant light.
So let the heat rise, let the furnace test the grain,
There is power in the standing, there is purpose in the pain.
Keep your feet on the rock, keep your eyes on the prize,
For a faith under fire is a faith that will rise.
Damn it the planet’s on fire
Concerning..right down to the wire
Burning on its funeral pyre spire
I’m for turning.. where’s the messiah?
A heavenly choir…so we can aspire
That learning will finally inspire
An endless yearning desire
Of spurning this friendless quagmire
Discerning things are rather dire
Churning of the palaver and ire
Mother nature does surely tire
Should be the crier & trier
Of another returning frequent flyer
Corporate pariah..or so called high flier
Deranged global warming denier
You can tell its hotter...getting dryer
The climate’s changed.. you liar
Mining anything shining..find a buyer
All about earning..will just retire
With their bounty…a comfy county squire
Or dicey fiscal rascal friar
Got devious egregious previous & prior
Pampered dining on pricey lobster & samphire
Us out of luck..stuck in the muck & mire
Tampered temperatures soaring higher
But no ruck ..chuck the entire earth in the fryer
They’ve scampered…we’re hampered in the briar
Does appall …no truck with their gall…yet remain a complier
Insane what they pluck.. yet we all still call them “Sire”
Scriptures speak of light in our heart,
known upon adding love to cart
but we wish to nurture desire,
so how dear hermit, may we start?
We toiled and struggled, now we tire
because objects we did acquire
led us not to love, light and bliss,
so now our quest’s down to the wire.
Addicted to the serpent’s hiss,
we fear to give dark lust a miss,
so we look within for a sign,
caress of Divine Mother’s kiss.
Love in love with love does so pine,
for nodes within form to align
by bending low in stillness slow,
savouring nectar of bliss wine.
Truth of our being, if we’d know,
first repay debts of love we owe,
embracing all we chance to meet,
whence our soul’s light begins to show.
Within rises magnetic heat,
suffusing us from head to feet,
cleansing our heart, erasing sin,
whence we begin to feel upbeat.
Go in now hermit, just go in,
for God beckons us from within
the cave of our heart, where He dwells,
so let us plunge headlong therein.
To Ohm it may concern,
Please volt in the upcoming electrons. Currently Watts is sparking some interest by generating some positive juice, while Joules is using most of her energy in a negative campaign. Watts is loved by his amperes and has the capacitor to charge the crowd, while Joules is well grounded with good continuity in this electron cycle. Yet, Watts is looking for a surge in the poles by quote, “This is a make or breaker year.” Is he intimating that Joules has transformed the field by coaxing his constituents in DC? Tune in to one of the cable shows to help shine the light on that subject. Nevertheless, though we have a heavy load to bear, these electrons always come down to the wire. Shocking!
Sincerely,
Lumen Hertz
P.S. Please relay this current information to illuminate your neutral friends down at the busbar in order to prevent an impulse volt. And sorry for any shameless plugs.
Playing with fire, in time we tire
Game of desire foolish
Objects that our heart does aspire
Are all doomed to perish
Stop this thinking disease
No demons to appease
Be blissful and at ease
Down to the wire
Playing with fire
22-August-2022
Quietus
The game went down to the wire
The other team was just a liar
They had bragged and boasted
Did a victory toast
But the lost sat them on fire
A tennis match can go for hours
So what the rules require
Is something called a “tiebreak”
When it gets down to the wire.
When tied 6-6, to end the set
One final game is played,
The players alternating serves
‘Til 7 points are made.
I guess it’s fair; it makes the match
A quicker one to play
And for the ones who watch, it makes
A shorter time to stay.
Yet in the Aussie Open, Rafa,
Who’s my favorite guy,
Lost 3 sets, all in tiebreaks,
And I’m sure he’s wond’ring why.
If he and Thiem kept playing
And no tiebreaks were allowed
Rafa might have pulled it off
Before a very tired crowd.
yaw rap per cushions red like muffled punches by the fuzz who stops speeding bullets engraved on their tombstone, a family made bringing safe streets to the older folks...
yay man, the sin cup pay shun stuttered like a nervous kid, or ma self as a scared sullen boy, the nerdy geek, who felt the wrath of bullies branding words burning the psychic flesh of this then scapegoat.
yaw rap per cushions again my faithful friend out on the streets where peeps do meet
got to come clean living in the land of mean working as a village king
this nervous kid is full grown like a bat to the ball I stand up ten feet tall
used to be used to it last time I checked was a rooster feeling the pain in my brain
they say I got a nervous twitch while I wind up in a ditch what's my next pitch
the stereo is playing our favorite song can't we all just get along
flirting with fire in the midnight hour coming down to the wire a gun for hire
rap is for suckers making other plans this homeboy is working on his tan
I can't imagine what it must be like,
With no excuse to retire,
Never seeing a time for the boss to take a hike.
I can't imagine what it must be like,
Seeing no reason to stoke the fire,
No wish to see the grandchild on a bike.
I can't imagine what it must be like,
Forever changing a tyre,
With nothing new to like.
I can't imagine what it must be like,
Working down to the wire,
Never free to fish for a pike with mike.
I can't imagine what it must be like,
Always stuck in the mire,
Never looking past the work site.
Yet I can imagine myself away from the work I like,
Before I tire,
And can no longer hike.
Yet I can imagine doing what I like when I like,
When I retire,
Free to choose which fire I might lite.
Foot In Mouth
you talk a lot
through tears you get a fear
you just said something wrong
go take it back
relax
evil minds plug destruction
tombstones for eyes does it come as a big surprise
don't ask don't tell
soon you will burn in Hell
through the duration of time you created a rhyme
all liars will have their part in the lake of fire
burning up with the fullest of desire
it all comes down to the wire
these are desolate times
yet we settle for ill faded rhymes
words expressed in the dark have come to light
forget the night & the day is far spent
we only wish we could take things back
working so hard can give anyone a heart attack
it's gravitational pull may bring some down
don't ever hand your head down in a frown
the little things in life mean a lot
sadness can bring upon the sun if worked out
there is a lot in this life to ***** about
I walk out the door, I say no goodbyes
With my bag in hand, I salute all the guys
I hop on that bus, I continue to wave
And before I know it, they all disappear
There’s no time for fear, for I must be brave
My destination, becoming so near
I pick up my gun, I prepare to fire
Concentrated, straight down to the wire
A shot of pain, straight to my shoulder
I fall to the ground, the blood spills like a river
My body, now as heavy as a boulder
I can taste the metal, almost like silver
I pray to God, he shall save me now
Oh please, why have I taken this vow?
I can hear the helicopter land, slow and steady
I’m lifted up high, carefully and gently
To be taken away, I am ready
No matter what, I wouldn’t ask for this to turn out differently
Here, my thoughts are left only to roam
Please wait for me, for when I come home
There's a beast
A ferocious monster inside
Ready to release
What shouldnt be brought to life
Roaring beneath
Timid on the outside
No one will ever see
The evil intentions in its eyes.
Only a God can end the dissonance
Though one's yet to be found
One to slay the animals insolence
Lay his intentions to the ground
The desire to take innocence
Breaking boundaries around
Ones destruction is imminent
Severity will astound.
What a terrible drive
What an awful desire
In due time
Regression comes down to the wire
It doesnt deserve to be alive
But to scorch inside fire
There's animal inside.
Times running out of hours.
Soft sands
Across my liars face
Coarse and fine
Tiny grains
As if I lived
In an hourglass
Tumbling, crumbling
The aftermath
I see a holy city
On a hill
How did it get
So high up there
How did the sky fit
In empty air
Negative spaces
On positive faces
Say you wont
But know you will
Climb for the journey
Atop that hill
To the city of the dead
No longer bright
Shining a dark light, instead
I've met the mayor
He knows my name
I duel him daily
It's all a game
Still the same, win or lose
The decision still mine to choose
It's my turn to try and help
If I reach out, will I be welcomed
With open accepting dying arms
Or close minded living vile germs
Just because you don't see me
Does it mean I'm not here
Barely existing to
The ones I care
For or am there for
Time again
Time brings us
From start to end
Like the train in which
I'm chosen to conduct
From the damaged carcass
I reconstruct
My fire burns
Down to the wire
The fuse is just old news
The bomb is hidden
Inside my heart
When it explodes
My life will stop
In the boundaries of this place
When I leave
I'll go with the greats
In a state of taste or disgrace
Panic envelopes my honest face
And the liar died that day
So You Haven’t Filed Your Income Tax Yet
By Elton Camp
You don’t want penalties cause it’s late
So why or why did you procrastinate
“I will do it for sure tomorrow,” you say
But tomorrow you wait yet another day
There is a good chance a refund is due
But until you file, it won’t come to you
But now it has gotten down to the wire
It’s even too late H & R Block to hire
All of your records you pile on the table
Must do it now even if you don’t feel able
“Find the lesser amount of line twenty-two”
And then you must decide what have to do
For an especially hot corner of hell you hope
For who wrote these instructions—the dope!
Must they be complicated in what they say
Surely there must be a much simpler way
“I’ll print 1040 from online,” you think
Only to find the printer’s out of ink
Too late, you find you’re missing a form W-2
Now what in the world are you going to do
So let this teach a valuable lesson this year
File taxes early and there’s naught to fear
I decided years ago, never an idiot to be
For this same thing has happened to me
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