I'm not one to make much sound
To let you know what goes around
Inside my head unless you ask
And then to you my thoughts unmask
But I do always think of you
There in the shadows out of view
Together we walk arm in arm
Of just that thought alone I'm charmed
And should you want I'll let you know
What it is I think about
Say "tell me something" then thoughts will flow
What they're of you'll have no doubt
Thoughts of your effect me
Inside where no one else can see
The butterflies, the bumper cars
Collisions and exploding stars
Now those are not for published song
Unpublished are where those belong
Dreams and thoughts of passion play
On endless loop throughout the day
For your eyes only but please recall
They're not about you after all
So read away, it's just a dance
Between desire and romance
The horse ken holds its bridle
Is now almost his idol,
For him making A Winning Rider;
At Horse-Racing An Insider…
A stallion that keeps ken on the popular,
Him fetching grand names and The Titular:
The Horse sure is getting some kisses
No witness will see and reply with hisses;
Probably too a medal and a ribbon;
Some jibe to other horses to be reborn
So, it is a “Scratch my back I scratch yours:”
Let me see somebody tell Ken “Who is at loss!”
I spilled my seventh cup of coffee
While shuffling through the papers on my desk.
It was a ham and cheese performance,
A little bit of business-like burlesque.
I sort through tax returns and spreadsheets,
Deciding what to shred and what to keep.
The numbers flatten my perception.
It’s hard to tell the shallow from the deep.
The market parodies the weather,
It’s sometimes paradise, and sometimes hell.
It takes a fortune teller’s insight
To know which stocks to buy and which to sell.
I go to trade shows and conventions
To bust my hump establishing rapport.
To get that sweet insider cherry,
I give good face and put out like a whore.
But it’s so sweet insider cherry,
Just so sweet insider cherry
Can provide me with an edge.
When investing in the future,
Need to guarantee the future with an edge.
That’s my pledge.
I take fiduciary gambles
To profit from a fickle fiscal year,
And plot inventive navigation
To dodge the rocks and shoals that interfere
With my relentless and creative
Chicanery within the corporate sphere.
I keep a second set of ledgers
That chronicle my cynical career.
One of my Heroes is Ronald Bernard. Ronald was an elite Illuminati Banker at the very top of the Pyramid. He was from the Netherlands and he was a key part in the puzzle of the World Elite Controllers. A very rich and powerful man that somehow managed to leave that Sinister World of Lies, Deception, and Control without them Killing him. In these videos He tells all of their Hidden Agenda, the Powerful families that rule, the Satanic rituals, there dark World. He shares how he was Traumatized and abused growing up and was prepared for his indoctrination into their World. How he could not take it anymore and had a breakdown, and was able to get out. He shares their dirty Secrets and what we must do to survive their Evil Agenda. He is a man of Conviction. A man of Morals and Truth, a man with the Courage of a Lion. My Hero Ronald Bernard.
Go to YouTube. Type in Revelations from an Insider Ronald Bernard
Tell others, and tell them to tell others. God bless you all and keep you healthy and safe...
Trump knew the Stock Market would crash
For people are prone to act rash
A tariff war threat
With Suspension set
Will earn the Trumps mountains of cash
I really hate it,
When I can not do it,
When I can not say it,
It aches my heart.
Yes it does hurt,
It breaks me apart.
Slowly it eats me up,
No more the tears I can keep,
As my heart fell in a trap,
Yeah it fell and it fell deep.
It is hard to talk about it,
And i doubt I will get through it.
Maybe once I will smile again,
When I no longer fIll the pain,
And my tears not shed in vain,
When I have nothing to loose but gain.
This story is not over yet,
But I prefer to keep the rest.
when its cold
no super bold
for us
we get into lust
do it
until dust
our love like no others
we're
INSIDE WINTERTIME LOVER
This useless matter of consuming space, time, and air... Smite this waste ! Ignore this creature of deviant nature...! Look at this thing !... Get rid of this creature! Let this sinful being devour itself because no one cares nor sees this rightful judgement.
I Hate this crowd! This herd of Pharisees! They gather around their perfection.
For now time cuts my skin over and over again like a razor it slices through my being never ending nor giving mercy. I hate this rush! This zoo! Let me be that animal that gets sick and destroyed from this display ! I’m the one they walk by and ignore and I’m the one that they’ve seen before. I’ve lost my flavor and I’ve lost my color. There is no color in my soul.. It is black, empty and tasteless
9/28/06