The Lord is my technician,
I shall not err
He makes me work effectively well in my workplace
He brings me back my good condition
He screwed my loose parts firmly in His side.
He repairs the spare parts of my body and soul
for my wellness, holiness and proficiency sake.
Even though I work overtime as needed;
I still have time for Him,
Thy divine tool and Holy Spirit fix me
Thou apply conversion lubricants to my rusty parts and soul;
My engine and spirit runneth smoothly,
Surely productivity and efficiency shall generate on me
all the days of my missions
And my owner will be glad on me
And I will function well in His company as long as I live.
always knew you are
God in heaven way out far
is my raising star
pray today we may
have so many things to say
God with me please play
God has been my guide
with Him we want to confide
never should have lied
God with me will learch
so must have to go to church
where our priest will perch
selling his guitar
good condition with no mar
or even a scar
(Kurt Cobain)
he likes to landscape
will get our yard in good shape
home is an escape
have a suspicion
support my premonition
need ammunition
here is what we guess
our poems do need more progress
will have to confess
what lately occurred
we have heard that our password
has to be transferred
The first band was due to come on stage in ten minutes. The club was filling up with people wanting to get a good seat. Jason and Craig each bought three drinks and sat at a small round table. They quietly discussed the business of
trading coins and music. Jason wore an old All About Eve 1989 tour t-shirt that was in surprisingly good condition. He only wore it to gigs and on special occasions. It matched his black Levi jeans and custom made cowboy boots. Craig
had a long black leather jacket on, black combat trousers, a black denim shirt and old German combat boots, backed up with lots of silver and amber jewellery. Both looked up and saw Rolo and Denise walk into the bar, wave greetings they returned and continued their conversation.
(For Ibrahim Abu Thuraya - Gaza)
For sale: a wheelchair
in good condition.
The seat is black
wide, warm
and clean (blood stains
washed off);
the two push handles: soft and comfy;
they have been held with love
and care;
the armrests rarely have been used;
foortrest and footplate –
still brand new.
The owner used it for the last time
when he left the Shati refugee camp
to join the crowds
who hailed Jerusalem as their own
and hurled stones – their live ammunition –
across barbed wires
that circled Gaza.
The 29-year-old amputee,
jumps off the wheelchair
falls on his knees;
he crawls towards the prison siege
his right hand holding
a Palestinian flag,
his left-hand fingers making a V.
A sniper on the other side
smiles
as he takes aim…
and whizzz…
the bullet finds the stubborn head
and
he
falls
dead!
~ ~ ~ ~
For sale: a very special wheelchair
with a history extraordinaire
lying there
like a question mark above
the Homeland
The price: your blood…
his blood
her blood
or mine…!
When will i become the next governor?
some people like you,
why some hate you.
You work as a coline to those who want it,
clasp in the blanco of darkness.
••••
How do you work in the office of inspired people,
thinking of the dock at the door of heaven,
leading your people to the promised hell.
••••
Allowing your soldiers to parade you like quads,
jumping from one organization to the other,
creating infas jobs to people,
making them to laugh like a hynea.
••••
You speak,
with immense authority,
some are powerfully made,
some are kodas in nature.
••••
My governor,
what else is with you,how do you wrong yourself?
Some are taied you as liberal governor,
sitting on an aids throne of poverty,
holding the key to inequality.
••••
Some roads,
are in good condition,
some are in bad condition.
••••
My governor,
what exactly is your work?
how do you govern your state?
You are the OVI of the people.
To love the self
My neighbour has four small dogs in the night if they hear
a cat they bark to protect their owner warning the unseen
enemy to stay away. The dim dogs know what they are,
for me, it is a struggle to know myself my likes and dislikes
are shifting sand the landscape is never the same I wake up
In the night ask what the hell I am doing here.
I meet people who no longer know me I put it down to
their elderliness as I find my old age impossible to grasp
I like triangles better than squares and are drawn to see
beauty in the odd ugly shapes fascinates me.
I don`t think the world has changed in my lifetime, well
perhaps the computers anything else is only redefined
and made easier to access for me this is easy but of course
Looking at myself in pictures going back forty years, I still fit
the same suit and has been modern and old-fashioned
several times and is still in good condition wish I could say
the same about me my I never really liked what I looked like
and what I think as dreamlike as the Saragossa Sea.
The old Victorian toys in good condition are terrifiC
And collecting rare stamps or cards is very colourfuL
When I saw these gems I knew I had a huge bonanzA
But please do be very careful when you attend auctionS
Some road shows you can find wonderful furniture antquieS
Are you under the spell for old Japanese motorbikes like SuzukI
Lots of comics and magazines can also bring a touch of pure magiC
Yes it can be real fun and rewarding looking at some rare motor carS
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24th November 2015
All Rights Reserved
You are beautiful, wonderful, and powerful
Your creator was careful
Let none tell you otherwise
He put into perfect position
All your wonders in good condition
I attest for I took part in your creation
Call me your father
My name is Griffins
My daughter
I write to you.
In the world I stay there are beasts and beauties
Hyenas and vultures
Men and dogs
Some allowed themselves to be dogs
Others lived with dogs
Others lived like dogs
You will see them around
Remain sober and sound
My daughter.
If we never get to see
I hope this will be
And you will read
You will heed
You will record well in deeds
And bless and plant healthy seeds
Pure breed
Protect from weed
Will you my daughter live my expectations?
Will you let the seeds bring forth harvest and celebrations?
How far will a heart stretch
when love starts to hurt too much?
it's bursting at the seams.
I'm beginning to lose touch
of everything i thought
that love was supposed to be;
like natural, sweet, and simple,
innocent, and care-free.
love used to be easy,
like taking breaths of air.
now it's a constant struggle.
the fight just isn't fair.
I only want to love you
and be loved back, of course.
though it seems with every fight,
we just keep getting worse.
we don't want our love to end;
what we have is far too pure.
but i don't know how much
more pain we can endure.
the heart is pretty fragile.
you should handle it with care.
lately mine is battered up
from all the wear and tear.
I'm trusting you once more.
my heart is in remission.
it's yours for life, as long
as it stays in good condition.
*This is not based on a true story, I cannot stress that enough.*
The days are lonely
And the nights don't make sense
I went to look for The One
And I was feeling tense
Walking down the High Street
Popped in to the Cash Converters store
I'm sure I missed a heartbeat
As I saw her lying on the floor
Used, in good condition
Deflated breasts, a sombre gaze
Beggars cant be choosers
Inviting look got me amazed
She doesn't nag, she doesn't moan
No monthly scarlet tears
Second hand love, second hand love
Stays for years and years..