He was Bad, Bad, El Nino Brown,
Baddest cat in the whole damn town.
Badder than Super Fly,
Women with the wink of an eye.
Well Nino, he was fightin',
Some dude that tried to snatch his wife.
So Nino, fast as lightnin',
Stabbed him with his switchblade knife.
But, poor Nino, didn't notice,
That the cat he cut, wasn't Dead.
So, as sneaky, as POTUS,
Put a bullet in Nino's head!
He was Bad, Bad, El Nino Brown,
Baddest cat in the whole damn town.
Badder than Super Fly,
Women with the wink of an eye.
I said, badder than Super Fly,
Women with a wink of an eye.
Aprilcity was the theme a ridiculous jesture
A smile to say it was witty
A jesture to say it was clever
A lighthouse ajurned to a castle
In the middle of the desert
Might the mermaids sing to me
Might the prayers of sea merchants
Sound above the rocks
Might the winds howl in such agreement
The staffs of respected people
To treat visitors as there equal
From all ends of every nation
To marvel in such creation
Menu to menu
Event to event
Might the travelers who seek
A respective Venue
Speak us as such a retreat
To level the muzzling
the blurred eye to the blind
the most physical among us
To the sweet and unkind
Travelers in lodging
To which respects
A doctrine up holds
Might we stand staffed
To be host to visitor
Our needed like there's unopposed
Hospitality
Hospitality
Hospitality
The needs of many people
Pálida, quedará la Luna
por tú decepción.
Pero alumbrara aún
está y las mil
noches que vengan.
Se filtrara por la persiana
de la alcoba.
El árbol, copozo de
mango y hojas verdes
que alimentado
siempre a los dos
por la sequía
de tu ausencia
no sé desplomara.
Tus pertenecías
junto a postales
con Rosas secas y
poecia q ardía de pasión,
saque para borrar
tu rastro y huella
del armario.
Junto
todo lo heche
en el mismo abismo
destructivo bolso
de tu dios,
para que me
impida llorar.
He is El Shadday, God Almighty, and He is worthy of all praise
As we raise our hands, we honour the day of the Cross and
The Glory of the Resurrection
Nothing is impossible for the one who believes in
The Lord Jesus Christ, the Son of the living God!
Jesus, the beauty of love and mercy
His Name will never fade
He is Prophet, Priest and King
With God the Father, all things are possible
The Name of the Lord is a strong tower
The way of the Lord gives us power
Power to live, Power to love…
Mark Frank
Copyright 2025
El Árbol del Tule, what a legendary tree!
More than two thousands years is her age, history!
The ancient Giant tree El Árbol del Tule so cool!
Written By:
Traducir Al Spaniel'
A.K.A El Alborotado
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To support all of this emotion
to take everything in stride
to up lift to and to encourage
put all that doubt and envy aside
how can go on saying
when so many want me o fail
hold my head up and keep on stibing
hoping one day I would prevail
Keep me grooving to the music
gone darling do your thang
breakfast was so delicious
Darling you treat me like a King
about yesterday I apologize
but don't keep doing that sorta thing
Your Ole man
started hushing
stopped talking when I came around
he get up when I started sitting
acting like he didn't want me around
his actions both subtle and overt
had an impact on everything
made me feel like ah fifth wheel
put a dark cloud on everything
got mad and started cussin
that's not a nice or respectful thing
got in the way of our performance
putting a damper on everything
now I'm ah red eyed stranger
a tear drop fell in my beer
all that cussin and fussin
is such annoyance
it put's ah damper on everything
Ponle atención a la movida
El billete rinde todo el día
Sangre, sudor, lágrima
La venganza siempre vale más
Bendiciones para mis amigos
La familia siempre está conmigo
R15 enfocado cuando voy fumando
Presidente
Suficiente, unos van y vienen
Dear Homeland Security Director No-em
I feel compelled to write you this po-em
They won't let me post bail
Get me out of this jail
I'm not a gang member and want to go ho-em!
My bright and exquisite pink heart-shaped tat
is being mocked by a gangsta in a Maga hat
All hope I must banish
I don't even speak Spanish
My doomed fate is sealed, just another stat
¿Hay alguien más leal que un perro?
¿¡Hay alguien que te espere en la puerta
de tu casa moviendo su colita!?
Aquel día a ese animalito al que alguna vez
llame hijo no me esperaba más en la puerta de mi
casa , pensé por un instante que se había escondido
porque haci solíamos jugar pero está vez lo ví tirado
en el suelo , con sus ojos cerrados.
Empecé a pensar que estaba dormido hasta que lo toque
sentí un frío en mi mano , de pronto apareció la muerte y me dijo:
El te esperó todos los días de su vida más nunca regresaste hasta ahora , te fue leal hasta su último suspiro mas nunca lo supiste valorar ahora no te arrepientas de nunca haber venido que él ya se fue para nunca más regresar...
Concurso:"Esto es lo que llamo un amor de verdad"
Strong and constant able to envoke a standard
the excelance of knowing
usine a premise of expereince to consider ones current position
anwsering to be suit the situation
where the reality of the position describes what the
job actually requires.
Having never been in the genre he needed intructions
to what to say in order to
sell his product and gain the respect of those
who spoke the same langage
from the position of artist and business person.
Those who were nocvice to each understanding
would need to be
advised and taught what was
right to say might they spoke
wrong it could create turmoil
o create a rift between those
who gathered the words.
She said to the person
I once
was hired without knowing
enough about my craft.
I spoke the wrong words like
I was as expereinced as those I was talking to.
Over heard enough of the words
to get thon: I lacked
the knowledge and finacail resources to
ask and anwser some questions.
What I offered was me:
and saying certain things as a novice
could ruin you
when you get to the point
of being a seasoned
Life’s secret
is in the balance
where happiness
— rests
(Dreamsleep: October, 2024)
When I climb the steps of Jesus
That will be enough for me
Let the world and all its wonders
Be as though they'd never been
As I climb the steps of Jesus
I can taste the wine and bread
Feel a Galilean sunlight
And the thorns around my head
I have climbed the steps of Jesus
I have left the world behind
Where they lead is not a good place
For me it will do just fine
Lucky Orange’s nickname was El Oh 3.
He was so lively and quick, a great steed for me.
We would travel all day, and he never got tired.
He was a Gemini, so energetic and high-wired.
El Oh 3 and I would gallop all over the place.
I am sure we could have run the Kentucky Derby Race.
His bright orange color disqualified him every time.
This was said by the head official, a man of slime.
I knew they were fearful we would win the whole thing.
El Oh 3 was my favorite horse, a giant, a king.
He went to heaven at the amazing age of twenty-one
Memories of him and me help me feel our fun.
I am oft yearning for his lovemaking on a nightly basis.
I am learning there is no one greater than his likeness.
I am always loving the power of his handsomeness.
You are Yehovah God the Eternal.
What You were You will continue to be;
That which you are now you will always be.
Therefore, I am not afraid.
Let the high mountains fall down.
Let the deepest seas dry up.
Let fire consume all the earth.
Let the flood wash all away.
Let my enemies oppress.
I will not tremble and fear.
Yehovah you are my refuge and strength.
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