You love me or not?
Twist in each plot,
We cuddle a lot,
Nestling in our cot,
My heart you have got,
Dude, you are so hot!
Keeping you is my goal,
Love is good for the soul.
Wonder why dearly creatives are really gruff
Ponder artists fright...why they're in a right huff
As if their plight wasn’t nearly hard enough
Now AI picks alright clearly nicks natives stuff
Copyright blight.. tight AI guys fight with trite guff
Won’t share …it’s unfair…don’t care..life’s tough
Your ”off the cuff”.. they lazily buff.. crazily turn to fluff
Like a stranger getting your lover or wife up the duff
Red hot bot rot danger is rife but still they will just bluff
Strife..this lot don’t give a jot ..another blot we must rebuff
Muster the puff to bust their bluster..off they trot..play rough
Stand tall..together they’ll fall..grab by their neck’s scruff
As sagacity…loquacity.. bodacity & veracity techs nab & snuff
Authentic becomes drab identikit wrecks..cultures these vultures scuff
These AI fingers lingers in everyone else’s pies…Nuff is a Nuff
Yep and I can hear in my ear.. dear old.. Brian Clough chuff
“That’s Bloody rubbish”
AI guys lies..snaffling then raffling is baffling…but surprise surprise in the buff…it’s total shruff!
We have got him now
All the Politicians of the republican persuasion
who defended Trump by being silent?
And they waited to the last moment just in case he was able
to overturn the election.
When all was lost, and Trump was finished
washed up and had his innards removed, did they turn and said he was a crook.
These cowardly enablers.
We cannot give them a free pass, and they are as guilty as Trump
by holding on to power as long as they could.
And the businessmen/women he had made rich, what will they say
they were in it for the money.
They will say they feared him; they did not, they took him for an idiot
who had gone bankrupt many times?
If we want to get rid of the swamp, we can start with the corrupt people
Who would (had Trump won) continued defending his actions?
Bare ribs, bones you see whenever,
Alms nor aid, give as if you owe,
Breadcrumbs if not bread, no favour,
Now that you have, O give and go.
Before wiping beads of your sweat,
Think of dabbing poverty’s tears,
Take one lamp off your glitzy gate,
Watch how it fights off neighbour’s fears.
See if a soothing song you sing,
Whilst ye go on your way whatso,
Or cool shades to the scorched you bring,
If you have got, O give and go.
Caught is their boat when in a storm,
Ship-wracked, if death stares in their face,
Be a Pole Star, a pilot home,
Lead them safe to a secure place.
In their sunset O sing of dawn,
Sing it in tune with whatso woe,
Make it heard long after you’ve gone,
Give whatso you have ere ye go.
Upon pedestal pricey shield,
Nor a diamond dazzling alone,
Plough a poor man’s un-furrowed field,
Be manure made with laboured bone.
Let quiet be your kindly feat
That rests not even to wipe brow,
Sweat beads nor reward, sour nor sweet,
Now that you have, O give and go.
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Musings | 02.08.2015 | giving
For the piles of promises that were broken
And the avalanche of lies that were spoken
I have got to go, you know I've got to go
I have got to leave the lock of your arms
And escape from the spell of your charms
I have got to go, you know I've got to go
What we had was sweet while it lasted
But now it looks like our time was wasted
I have got to go, you know I've got to go
They have Got Him Now
War is a great adventure, every boy dreams about it. And writers of lies tell
stories of sacrifices and great feats of courage.
I have done it again being a place don´t want to be, sit seven floors up on
a terrace and all I can think of is falling into oblivion. it only takes few seconds
the air stream and the noise and the blessed silence.
The failure of many failures and I´m living tomorrows and can´t remember
the way home, the homes of homes where I was born.
The wrapping papers of gifts not opened how I can face tomorrow.
My cowardice is the only thing left I can trust.
Pre dawn and the echo continues, this is not your world it ended years ago when
you knew you are a ghost of childhood past.
the boredom is absolute. Tomorrows I will remember home and safe amongst
books that I once wrote I shall be safe and relive what I forgot. And wars will go on
as they always have but I will not play a part of lives’ brutal carrousel.
Seven floors up, in my house there are no places to fall.
They have Got Him Now
War is a great adventure, every boy dreams about it.
and writers of lies tell a story of sacrifices and great
feats of courage. the dram years ago.
I have done it again, sit seven floors up on a terrace
and all I can tink of is falling into oblivion.
it only takes few second the air stream and the noise
and the the blessed silence.
The failure of many failures and I´m living tomorrows
and can´t remember the way home.
The wrapping papers of gifts not opened how can I face tomorrow.
My cowardice is the only thing left I can trust.
pre dawn and the echo continues, this is not your world
it ended years ago when you knew you are a ghost of childhood past.
the boredom is absolute.
tomorrows I will remember the way home and safe amongst books
that I once wrote I shall be safe and relive what I forgot.
and wars will go on as they always have but I will not play a part
of lives’ brutal carrousel.
Seven floors up, in my house there are no places to fall.
Things have got on top of me,
My world is tumbling down,
Things have got on top of me,
I'm falling falling down,
Things have got on top of me,
I can't find my way out,
Things have got on top of me,
But what are they about?
Things have won the best of me,
I've lost and given up,
Things have wont the best of me,
I'm trying to be grown up,
Things have killed the soul in me,
Where are my strengths and holds?
Things have killed the soul in me,
Died before I was old.
Baby it’s not my wild guess
You have got my happiness
I am sure about it
It’s a talk of the street
Please don’t pretend to be blind
Please be kind to read my mind
I know you can do it
From the first time we meet
Please baby look at my eyes
They will tell you my mind cries
For you O my baby
My heart is so heavy
how'd you do it? you turned my head
the rest had given me up for dead
maybe they didn't have what it takes
giving up too soon was a big mistake
baby, you've got my attention
how'd you make my heartbeat stop?
fillin' my cup to the very top
your boots 'n bike and sweet, sweet kiss
I didn't know it could be like this
baby, you've got my attention
how'd you know I'd fall for you?
that look you give that sees right through
all the walls and doors I've shut
you the fresh breeze that opens them up
baby, you've got my attention
I have got a future to structure
In the midst of a culture that can’t be punctured
As a pasture that millions will nurture
and a passionate picture that can’t be ruptured.
This is my story, this is my song,
come oh throng, hear and be strong;
This is my fashion, this is my passion,
come oh comrade, share of this mansion
I have got a mansion to fashion
In the center of a vision that can’t be conditioned,
As a station where sages will audition
and position the eyes that have victory envisioned.
This is my epigram, this is my epistle,
come oh simple, learn from my gospel
this is my language, this is my message
come oh little sage, live under this coverage .
I have got ten pens from nature ‘den and now
I’m imprisoned but seasoned with how reason
Clustered but buttered with what I mutter
Daunting but flaunting of my pen bends and bow
I have got more love from the noble core where
I explored and implored the grains that wisdom stored
kissed and missed the pains that wisdom dished
unfurled and hurled the brain that are austere
I have got a strong throng from a nifty pond who
makes and bake the cake that crowns my slake,
brush and crush the stones that block my view
Wait and watch as I stun the lake like a hake
We have so much more than some have got,
yet we worry about what we have not.
All we want to do is complain and cry,
when we don’t get our share of the pie.
If we would just open our eyes,
how blessed we are we would realize.
If you have shoes to wear on your feet,
and a daily meal to eat.
Then you have a lot,
more than some have got.
If you have got a job with pay,
and a home for which to stay.
Then you have a lot,
more than some have got.
If you have clean water to bathe and drink,
then you have more than you think.
Therefore you have a lot,
more than some have got.
If you can walk and see,
then you surely must agree.
That you have a whole lot,
more than some have got.
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