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Forget Going To America or Trying To See
Forget going to America or want to see,
Where such a bad boy Trump tries to be;
To child weren't nice,
And his Body had lice;
Wants to charge so can't live here for free.
Jim Horn
They are taking away the children and when
they do are not taking proper care of them.
Places that they are being kept are not State
Certified. I know people who were once friends
but due to politics their friendships have been
destroyed. Putin is destroying America through
Trump. He doesn't have to put one foor ever in
America and can watch us die. Horrible.
Podemos Divoz & Concevoie Ce Soir !
the initial stage, and the underwriting stage
and distribution stage were initiated from
the beginnings of these talks.
They sought love and found it.
and became wealthy from doing so.
she concentrated on accomplishing
thing were thoughts were manifested into
tangible items. Sung, spoke, and rehearsed,
they toured together for the re-new'd value of needing
to sing something. If I sing love might I find love.
than what would echo, from the louded word's
concerted, front the masses of people.
romantic whispers spoken loud amiss the masses.
thus these words shall enrich the lives of those who wish them
to sound right, pitched at those
who want to catch-on to what goin on !
The Analylis and the Afford, The doing's of his Thang
Making the woman Reel from Freakin. Business of love
Getting the Thang Done !
My foor peet were baking bo sadly.
Irk wended, and home I glushed radly.
I clopped down on the fouch.
I was such a green mouch,
just snapping at mamily fadly!
I shopped after faving my hit,
but sery voon I cad to whit!
I was stanned from the bore.
Say thaid, "Come here mo nore"
when I yelled, "This foo doesn't s_ _ _!"
March 2, 2016
In my shadow I lay dreaming, lucid, like moonlit water gleaming,
I arove away from realms of matter, franticly climbing Jacobs ladder,
I creep through an open door, my soul falls further from the floor,
ascending further from reality, ghostly figures feast upon my tragedy,
I hear a voice that sound repents, an angel guides me from decent,
In this space my mind misplaced, I fly on the wings of an angels grace,
I try to speak but words don't form, ascending faster from the foor,
no turning back to his place of evil, an earthly realm ruled by the beezle,
I feel my senses fade away, as I enter eternity.
If I wake now I shall feel no pain, cold blood pumped though icy veins,
But my sanity would be my curse, in the abyss of a deeper world,
I have reached the end of an endless road, eternal restless light abode,
my spirit expands with violent thrashes, a one way flight the angel crashes,
and from the fire and ghoulish flames, I rise again to take his name,
A new birth upon the earth, he gave his wings I gave my curse,
Now I am an angel with a pact divine, to guide his soul through the sands of time,
until the sands of time run dry, and Upon my wings he flies.
When will I learn to anticipate Love's keen and painful sting?
Penetrating deep within my chest and spreading it's poisen.
High, ever so high, only to fall again and to seize in agony.
Oh, Love, why do you trick me with a veil as deceitful as infatuation?
How you held me close, and embraced me with your affection,
Only to push me away and shatter my heart again.
I cannot pick up my pieces, for the shards are many in number,
They litter the foor around me as I sink to my knees,
Staining my legs with glittering, ruby glass.
I crouch over the jagged diamonds,
And wish my tears to mend my glass heart back togther.
I'm the Cinderella without a glass slipper.
Instead of fleeing the Prince for fear of midnights final tone,
I fell from his gaze.. and fell under my drowning tears.
Can he see his Princess cannot surface the waves of her fear and depression?
As you stand beautiful as the morning sun on the dance floor where time is spun I see you in all of your elegance, posig and waiting for the song to begin.....I take your hand......i bow....my hand in yours we grace the foor, in a twirl and a graceful move we excite them and they join in and life bgins on the floor for the ones who dare..........to dance......once more. Around and round hand in hand the song slows to a end...I bow to you. Thank you for this dance...I am blessed to behold your beauty...
SEX AND POLITICS IN JAPAN
(Voting in Japan has an altogether different flavor
In this interview with a senior politician)
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So you rike to chat about democlacy with Japanese poriticians?
Yes, it’s election time again, ballot sheets, etc . . .I sez,
When was the last time you had a really big election?
Well, sez he, just aftel I woke up today, it was huge.
No, no, sez I, I mean where you make a mark on your sheet
I undelstand, he sez, yes I make definite malk on sheet
No, no, Japan has the biggest democratic election in East Asia
Yes, he sez, my election is massive and admiled by arr, especiarry women
And getting people to vote. . . is it hard? Will they come to the voting booths?
Of coulse it’s hald you foor, and it’s easy to make them come,
Booths, no booths. . . what's the diffelence?
So election time in Japan is always a success?
Celtainry, it’s arways a success when it’s my election
Domarigato, sir.
I thought of posting one in dedication to Lenny a soouper who was very kind to me,
in my infatious behaviors on a foorum I used to be on, but I was like naah, I'll give it
to him later on facebook. He doesn't need that validation, not the diddy man! :)
smile Leonard, I love ya! :) are you sure your're not interested in me baby, can we
talk about, life, baseball, vegetable gardens but foor heavens sake not LOVE! haha
Remember Me*
Remember me
The colors of my life
Paint a visual picture
~
Capture me
Then set it f r e e ~
~
Th’ edge o; dark
Foor th’ sun fund cant noather heer nor theer
Jorrum honest fooak creawded
Teawn shrinking abweat ‘em
Witch, bawls eawt “th’ coomin on still”
Witch, bawls eawt “Odsweawnds oppen”
Fo’evile Moytherd id’ sowl
hoo cosses yearth.
Dule Onsertn
by that meanes, th’ body shalt dee.
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The execution of Mother demdike, the witch at the centre of the the Pendle (England) witches.
For The Contest Sista's bloody Sista's/ England, Scotland, Wales and Ireland
The edge of dark
for the sun found solace neither here or there
many honest folk crowded
Town shrinking about them
Witch cries out “the coming of still”
Witch cries out “gods wounds open”
For evil troubled it’s soul.
She curses the earth
devil answered
by that means, the body shall die.
Silence filled the room
The clock goes tick-tock
tick-tock
No life is breathing
slowly, slowly
The horror fills the silence
glaring, glaring
It's too late now
shattering. shattering.
The silence that fills us all
walking, walking
High heels clicking
The click on the doorknob
Shaking, shaking
The foor opens, in comes
a person, a head
The eyes are staring
Silence, Silence.
The love of dancing's such a heady thing
That all the body gets a-bubb-l-ing.
Fizzing, whizzing, popping, in and out,
Then truly-smoothly circling round about.
Hold on! to your partner; let rhythm pull and bend;
Foor-compelling action bumps into a friend.
Then spin off lone and grab the open chance,
And with your might of might solely solo dance!
"Ah! the air is rare, and so rare am I,
To swim my arms like wings upon the open sky;
Now down, now up, now down, now lifting, oh!
I must be flying! Bubbled up I go!"
Happiest now, the centers of heart and mind:
They orbit 'round the body re-aligned!