L have given all that
I have to give
And if you
don't want to
I don't know
Who will
Tell me
Why .............
Miss the same
Love that
Made mi laugh
Make me cry?
Ah him whom
She'll day yah sit
On'ah mount tan
Thankin itiahh
Great big rock
the love you
Giving ain't never
gonna stop
The love that you
Giving when it comes round
You treat me
Lika clown
A skepicail
For who comes ah
Round
Tears from the onion
You got the pop
But once they
Come ah rollin
You act like
It won't stop
In the ring of life I stand
with the bull called Time and me
Anxious crowd anticipates
of just what end they see
Alone I stand with cape and spear
And in-ev-i-ta-bil-ity
Time enraged with froth and stamp
Has set its eyes on me
It comes at me with all its might
I let my cape swing free
Angry Time again slips by
Its aim was meant for me
The crowd-the bull-the matador
Time will only see
In the end the fight will cease
And one will be set free
David Kettler
12/19/ 2019
Seven copper pennies
Left by the homeless man
Trash and needles everywhere
While he slept by the garbage can
He abandoned them at sunrise
To him they had no worth
They could not buy his comfort
In this bed of waste and earth
Little did he ever dream
The answer to all his issues
Lay in the perfect number
Among needles and dirty tissues
I picked up all the trash around
And threw it in the can
Washed the seven pennies
And held them in my hand
Abe Lincolns’ face adorns the front
“In God we trust” is there
Both seen on every copper coin
A combination rare
Now seven copper pennies
Doesn’t seem to be a lot
But when you put them with like minds
They tend to grow the pot!
From absolutely nothing
All creation was arranged
Gods’ hand at work for seven days
And all the earth was changed
The perfect number “seven”
Complete in every way
Each week begins on Sunday
And ends the seventh day
So value seven pennies
Value that for which they stand
Invest both time and talent
God has lent us from His hand
David Kettler
Kelps Seaworthy: WELCOME FANS: IT'S BEEN A LONG WEEK AND A LONGER WEEKEND HERE AT PRO WRESTLING SUPERSTARS.
WE HAVE SOME EXCITING NEWS FOR THOSE OF
YOU WHO HAVEN'T HAD ACCESS TO OUR ONLINE NEWS.
AS YOU KNOW T" THE BIG SKY" WAS TO TAKE ON
"kETTLER " IN A tEXAS rOADhOUSE MATCH.
WELL ON HIS WAY TO THAT MATCH "{ THE BIG SKY" WAS DENIED A TITLE BOUT AGAINST THE wORLD cHAMPION BY THE CHAMPIONSHIP COMMITTEE. iNSTEAD
THE COMMITTEE AWARDED THE BOUT TO " KETTLER".
WELL IN mONTREAL qUEBEC cANADA, kETTLER TOOK ON THE wORLD cHAMPION, WHELPS COLBRAN. DURING THE BOUT THE bIG SKY INTERFERED AND CAUSED COLBRAN TO LOSE THE MATCH AND THE WORLD TITLE.
MAKING " KETTLER " THE NEW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION.
WELL WHEN IT CAME TIME FOR THE TEXAS ROAD HOUSE BOUT KETTLER WOULD BE DEFENDING THE GOLD AGAINST THE BIGSKY.
THE MATCH WHERE THE RULES WERE CLEAR, FALLS COUNT ANYWHERE, NO DQ, COUNT OUTS COULD FORCES A TITLE CHANGE, AND BEST TWO OUT OF THREE FALLS.
IT DIDN'T TAKE LONG." THE BIG SKY" WON THE TITLE, PINNING " KETTLER" WITHIN THREE MINUTES OF HIS SUBMISSION WIN, TO WIN THE WORLD TITLE AT 14:13. THE NEW CHAMPION," THE BIG SKY"
"LET ME TELL YOU SOMETHING
mR. MICROPHONE MAN!
I'M THE BEST THING TO COME ALONG
SINCE THE FULL NELSON
I AM THE BEST THING
TO COME ALONG SINCE
WRESTLING BOOTS
YOU PEOPLE NEED TO RECOGNIZE
CHAMPIONSHIP MATERIAL WHEN YOU SE IT.
THE CHAMPIONSHIP COMMITY WHATS TO FILL SEATS
I FILL SEATS SOMETIME
THAT IDOITS IN THE CHEAPSEATS
GET'S THE CHEERS STARTED
AND THE BUMPLING FOOLS IN THE FRONT ROW
STAND IN AWE OF ME
THEY KNOW I'M THE BEST
THEY BOO AND CHEER ME
BECAUSE I AM THE BEST
THE JERK'S ON THE COMMITY NEED TO RECOGNIZE
WHAT'S RIGHTS FOR ME IS RIGHT
FOR WRESTLING
AND THATS AINT FOOLS GOLD
THA'S THE REAL THING MR. MICROPHONE STAND
(PAUSING)
WHAAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT?
SEE SOMETHING YOU LIKE?
TELL YOU WHAT IT IS... I OOZE GREATNESS
IT BECOMES ME
THAT TINGLE YOUR HAVING IS CAUSE YOU'RE
FACE TO FACE WITH
SOMETHING SPECAIL.
THAT KETTLER IS GONNA REALIZE WHY THEY PAY ME THE BIG BUCKS,
AND THE CHAMPIONSHIP COMMITY
WILL COME KNOCKING ON MY DOOR
I'M GONNA ANWSER
AND WHEN I DO:
I'M GONNA TELL EM.
THE FIRST ONE IN GET'S OFF HIS KNEES LAST
AND THAT YOU CAN TELL YOUR MOMA!"
Road Scars
Where we’ve been in our trusty old car
Leaves a tale it can tell
From the dirt that graces the trailer hitch
To the mud in the fender well
Entrails of bugs on the windshield…
Bugs of every kind
Heaven knows that we all know…
The last thing to cross their mind!
The blossoms of Bakersfield
The dirt from an unpaved road
From Buttonwillow to Oil Patch
The dust clouds just explode!
The nicest car on the brightest day
Rolling down brand new road
Is never a match for a well primed dove
Ready to drop his load!
So our car is a canvas on which is painted
The places we have been
It bears the marks of low hanging branches
Etched into its tin
We also have a past
That’s visible to trace
All the mud we have been through
Is etched upon our face!
David Kettler
Mona Lisa Smile
A slight grin-more of a smirk
She checks her look
On her way to work
Is she happy-is she sad?
Is she torn
About the life she’s had?
Dreams-some unrealized
Small joys that distraction buys
Sorrows dismissed
While hope and time it flies
The rut is the path
The path is the rut
The price of the dance
The rug being cut
We all buy the dream
The price is the key
The door is locked
To my cell and me
On our way to work
We contemplate a while
With weary eyes
And Mona Lisa smile
David Kettler
We all live
under the same stars
The harvest moon
mysterious Mars
We’re all pretty small…
under the vast Milky Way
just another speck
just a brief day
We all just want
a roof overhead
A place to call home
A comfy bed
We all just want
Something to eat
Captain Crunch
Pickled pigs feet
We all just want
Someone to love
A hand to hold
Or velvet glove
We all just want
To live our life
Love our kids
Love our wife
We all live
Under the same sun
Same red blood
In bodies run
We all will live
We all will go
We cannot stay
That we know
David Kettler
When those around me can do no wrong
It’s a wonderful state of mind
When it’s their voices amplifying the song
The most beautiful singing I find
I like myself better when I love them
And the light shines bright in their eyes
My love for them is filled to the brim
Like the stars fill the nighttime skies
When others around me seem to walk on water
It’s not that I’m in denial
I’m just thinking of them as I probably ought to
And loving them all of the while
Every fault I overlook in another
And weakness I just don’t see
Is looking at them as they appear to their mother
And not as they appear to me
I like myself better when I’m loving my brother
When I’m loving my sister you see
Petty differences don’t seem like a bother
When I just learn to let them be
I have found the best way I can look at my friends
Is also the best way to be free
Because no one has ever needed more Grace…
Than when the Creator is looking at me
David Kettler
My friends are convalescing
In their beds they lay
The truth there lies before me
Future come what may
Aches are my companion
Pain a faithful friend
Rigor mortis is a buddy of mine
He’ll be there in the end
The nurse is such a sweetie
Gives me what I wish
I know she means so very well
Just wish she spoke English!
The future is so bright
It glows an urgent red
It’s supposed to call the doctor
The janitor came instead
I guess I better stop right now
I think its best I pause it
Seeing I went number one
Inside the clothing closet!
David Kettler
1/06/19.
Entreprise figure tete verset societe figure tete!
astragale vers du talus!
Carte du Rhin verse Yadkin Facon !
Lutte Contre les Arracher!
Crocs de la Bete ( his mother named him that!)
Bandes de la Bete ( from the Hills of Kentucky)
Tigre Parlet ( Judo-Artist)
and Monstre de Chat, ( paws Bouis Claw Hold)
Castle Kettler and Verdaiz Galgrump v.s.
De Ginaziez and Belgrizz the Merchant
Hau Bouis Delgrin to perform his classic
"I love you beyond Words" and the
"Wine Dance Song"
happening .............
LIVE
3 rd Saturday in December
Bell Tower Arena,
New York City, New York
Night Thyme, Media Television Pay- per- View
Castcam Media Productions in conjunction
Share-the-Cost MuSiC PRESENTS........
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Just one voice upon the wind
The trees they sway the leaves they spin
Just one man in one brief vapor
Breathing thoughts that form within
Just one voice among so many
Casting forth my latest spin
Sharing wisdom for a penny
Hoping to be heard again
Just one voice above the roar
Trying hard to reconnect
Stand and knock at reason’s door
Seeking truth to recollect
Just one voice then I’ll be quiet
The wind will still the leaves will fall
Not too sure one soul will buy it
Not sure it will count at all
Just one voice- just one choice
Speak or ever hold your peace
Breathing soft the winds rejoice
Till the falling leaves all cease
David Kettler, 12/24/15
I rake the falling amber leaves
With cascades more to come
But it really isn’t pointless
To cold grass growing numb
The precious warmth of sunlight
Could mean life instead of death
To tender grass that’s growing
In winter’s chilling breath
Shoveling snow from the sidewalk
…another storm on the way
Certainly is not pointless
To the friends who are coming today
Cleaning things that will soil again
Washing what’s been washed before
Pouring grain into an empty bin
Opening again the closing door
Teaching once more the lessons of life
Young ears have heard again & again
The same old stories that Grandpa told
Sometimes with a different spin
Adding more wood to the fires that burn
Knowing the dawn will bring cold
Sweetest slumber while clock dials turn
None are pointless…when the story’s been told
It isn’t pointless; it’s not in vain
Labor that’s done in the spirit of love
Bridges built or foundations lain
When prompted by the one above
David Kettler, 11/29/15
Dead Little Bird
A dead little bird, alone on the ground
No open window, no entrance was found
The light in his eye slowly burns out
No riding the wind- no flying about
The rude awakening of glass that was there
The wall, so transparent-no need to beware
So inviting the room seemed to be inside
So fatal the secret the room had to hide
The bird now is helpless to flee from its plight
Enemies circle and wait for the night
Once free and alone on the wing of its flight
The sad little bird is a sad little sight
Beware little one as you flutter about
Of things transparent… that leave only doubt
Much better the wing on the wind to be found
Than a dead little bird…alone on the ground
David Kettler
Clouds without water in a thirsty land
The promise of life for barren sand
Intense longing from a thirsty sky
Expectation has left us dry
Our fruitful valley the world does feed
But now it's US who are found in need
Of life-giving water from high above
Show us a sign...show us the love
The hope and longing are the hardest part
A promise in the clouds where the rain would start
The dark sky is threatening, the thunder it rolls
But the ground is dying...thirst is all that it knows
The seeds they look up, and the branches do too
At clouds without water...who pass right on through
Begging for moisture, life-giving to bring
Drought in its soil...hope in its cling
David Kettler
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