Dear Santa
I’m writing early this year
Especially after the debacle of last year
You delivered the sexy underwear and the two-day hotel break to my wife
What the hell were you thinking
Does my wife look like she can get into a size ten
You useless fat bastard
Two days I had to suffer the wife parading herself
It was psychological torture
Swear to god, if I could’ve got my hands on you
Still swithering on suing your fat ass
This year I’m going to lay it on the line
Deliver it to the wrong address
Your Ho ho ho, will be, Oh oh oh
Do I make myself clear
Now listen up
Face pack and support tights
They go to the wife
Basque and French knickers, hotel included
To the lover
Don’t make me go back to that hotel with the wife
Or, I swear, you’ll be wearing those reindeers
Do you need a reminder
Have you got it now
Oh, and merry Christmas.
You pay BLM...DOJ?
A Garland like a serpent over the
Ten Commandments-Followers
and over the Constitution.
You keep doing what you accuse
Trump of doing, then let your Media Priests preach.
Then you use Google to snatch descent
out of the air.
Brought to you by Pfizer and the Lord of the Air.
You let rapists and murderers go.
But if you peacefully protest or pray for the
defenseless, you face up to 11 years in prison.
Why don't you be honest and lay it on the line?
You serve Satan.
Just as John The Baptist paved the way for Christ,
as His forerunner.
You are paving the way for the Anti-Christ,
the persecution has begun,
RFID-BIO chip on it's way.
Written By: D. Collins 12/29/23
There's only one kind of love, that lasts throughout time.
Those who accept the ups and downs and still lay it on the line.
They give 100 to ensure the entire family is intact.
No matter what their digression, always have their back.
Imagine a one kind of love having a tremendous force.
Re-creating families, while begging to be outsourced.
We all know that kind of love is rare in this day and age.
What people call love has many shades of gray.
There's only one kind of love that originates from the root.
And if, you don't have it now, it wasn't given to you.
It is out there lurking trying to get your attention.
To put back what were "ALL GODS" true intentions.
No one is real,
We all have a dual face.
Find someone who can,
Excite your taste.
People respect money,
Not the person.
Money can be,
A Beast of Burden.
The one you love more,
Is the one that hurts you
the most.
The rest of your life,
You live with her ghost.
When you're happy,
You enjoy the melody.
Life is full of fun and
Prosperity.
When you're sad,
You feel the lyrics.
You get crap from
The critics.
Patience is hard when
You have nothing.
Alone with your thoughts,
It is something.
Check your attitude,
When you have everything.
It's often assassination,
That kills the king.
People want good looks,
They don't want good people.
Most times the intentions
Are mean and evil.
Failure slaps you out
In the open.
It floods you with,
Anger and emotion.
Success hugs you
In private.
It’s true,
You can't deny it.
A poor person,
He has no fake friends.
He has no money,
To give or to spend.
When the time comes,
Own your s___t.
Lay it on the line,
Be legit.
Turbo1904?
Life is not a stroll
In the park.
It's a reach for something
In the dark.
You have to keep what
Matters close.
Memories come back and
Haunt you like a ghost.
We are the
Strong ones.
Still standing when
Hell comes.
Things change in the
Blink of an eye.
Still drinking when
The well runs dry.
Doing the right thing,
Lay it on the line.
Still believing when
The sun won't shine.
We can handle a
Hard day's night.
We won't quit when
It doesn't go right.
Have to man-up when
The time comes.
Life brings it, and
Then some.
We face adversity with
A stiff upper-lip.
No white flag,
We go down with our ship.
Turbo1904 ?
You own my days
You own my nights
Every second every hour
I’m alive
Where you are
I go too
From the second that we met
I’ve been your fool
Is it the same for you
As it is for me
Does your mind take you there
Constantly
Does your mind take you there
Constantly
I’m not ashamed
Of who I am
If you don’t feel the same
I’ll understand
If I get the chance
I won’t let you go
Absence of the heart
Deals a heavy blow
I’ll lay it on the line
In hopes that you will see
My mind takes me there constantly
Yes my mind takes me there constantly
Is it the same for you
As it is for me
Does you happiness also hold some grief
Do you look forward to the days
When we’ll walk eternally
Does your mind take you there
Constantly
Does your mind take you there
Constantly
She owns my days
She owns my nights
Every second every hour
That I’m alive.....
Sooner than later
What’s meant to be will always find a way
Goodbyes will turn to goodnight and we’ll stay
Sooner than later......
It’s gonna happen anyway
Let’s lay it on the line
We’re running out of time
Each second holds a mem’ry we could lose
My only constant is you
Who knew that it would come to this
Soulmates really do exist
Let me love you for the rest of our days
Cause It’s gonna happen anyway
Sooner than later
What’s meant to be will always find a way
Goodbyes will turn to goodnight and we’ll stay
Sooner than later.....
It’s gonna happen anyway
Not a day passes ever
That you’re not steady on my mind
Not all dreams last forever
But I am yours and you are mine
We’ve tried to fight off these emotions
But truth be told we both know
Loving sure seems lonely
With this seed that’s left unsown
Sooner than later
What’s meant to be will always find its way
So won’t you love me tomorrow
Cause it’s gonna happen anyway
Sooner than later
It’s gonna happen anyway
I'm against police brutality - who wouldn't be?
However, I'm still standing for the national anthem,
we're not governed by another countries diplomacy,
you can 'take the knee' if you believe passionately.
Let's lay it on the line - why do people resist arrest?
That's asking for trouble unless you want 'soft' policing;
you're proud of your colour, we'll never tire of it,
same for all Mac - please don't shoot me in the back.
Trump has his hand across his chest, supposed to know best,
but he doesn't, he can be removed by the electorate,
what if he's not? Are the same problems to carry on?
There's no guarantee that a new leader will be any better.
Ignorance is rife - thinking people are still throwing bones,
even some suggesting parallels with 'Game of Thrones.'
Hmm, so what do we have in common
There's you, and there is me
You're a woman and I'm a man
So, we both think differently
Our ages could be similar
But I'm going to lay it on the line
I don't know how many years you've lived
But I've lived almost fifty nine
We both like writing poetry
So, in that way we're the same
But our styles of writing differ much
In our own poetry worlds of fame
Hmm, so what do we have in common
I know, we were both born here on earth
We are two friends on Poetry Soup
That's all, for what's it's worth
Keyword: Friends
4-28-2018
grook
Take honesty; it matters.
Skirting an issue can shape
the truth until it shatters.
Guile provides means of escape.
Candor is what I desire
over cunning craftiness.
How many people will hire
one who’s extremely careless?
Truth in shreds, as I debate
deciding what to do next.
This is one November date
that leaves me more than perplexed.
written July 7, 2016
You can't fool the jester
It just can't be done
He knows you think you can
He's got you on the run
Maybe something told him
Something in his heart
It's time for his medicine
Time to play the part
He's got you figured out
He's figured out the gist
He knows without a doubt
Something that you missed
You try to think like him
What would the jester do
What does he always do
What did he do to you
You sneak around, private lines
He'll never even know
The jester has receptors
Everywhere you go
Lay it on the line
You'll never live it down
Lay it at the jester's feet
He'll never be your clown
http://mike-martin.net/The Jester
all teeth and eyes
the road-man wears diesel and grease
he wears leather and jeans
his is the hard life
but he lives it like no other
the road-man is a mouthful of bullets and bones
and his eyes are dust and gravel
his motorbike's engine growls like a living thing
its pipes shine in the unforgiving sun
it runs the road like lightening
the road-man is a creature of the
high desert road
where dust devils and snakes crawl the
unforgiving landscape
he is a hard man to know
has not much to say
but you will never meet another man
so ready to lay it on the line
so ready to face the burning road
a dying breed
I Rather Not Know
I’d hate to think of myself as someone who isn’t in the know,
About things in life that tend to hurt me so.
I rather go about my day seeing only what my eyes want to see,
Rather than this cruel place this world has turned out to be.
Why pick up the newspaper to only be let down,
By all the crime and violence running rapid through this town.
Why turn on the news to hear about another baby left to die,
Found in a trashcan by a teenage mother that was high.
Why at the water cooler do co-worker have to gossip so,
Spreading lies about people that they don’t even know.
Turned on my radio at my desk to try to relax a bit,
On comes a bulletin about another gang drive-by hit.
Get a call on the phone from my wife, who is in tears,
The terrorist alert level had just been raised to add to her fears.
What’s going on in this world, have people stopped caring,
Is bad news the only thing that we are interested in sharing?
As for me, let me say it plain and lay it on the line.
This type of treatment of others is not really worth my time.
So please do not bother me with another line or show,
When it comes to the reality of the day, I truly rather not know.
I'm sitting, drinking a few beers and thinking,
Wondering why, my soul seems to be shrinking,
I'm trying to link this life, all together,
But I never seem to solve this most cryptic endeavor!
I've got so far! Do I really have to wait?
It's late, and I really hate to be a burden mate,
But I get frustrated, is there nothing I can do,
To make time go faster.. honestly, I can help you!
What do we need? Mankind must decide,
We need one vision.. to which we're all allied,
One side, one truth to what's right and wrong,
We know what's going on.. it's time for us to get along!
I know the truth, I'm not afriad to say!
Whilst I am still around, they will not win the day.
My mind is too quick, too slick, fast and thick,
When they lay it on the line, it will be soo tradgic!
So now I hold on, focus.. and stay strong,
Wondering why, it all, had to go wrong,
All I really want, is the best I can achieve,
Just please leave me to my thoughts.. finding out what I believe.
My life is so complicated,
It feels as if I'm neither loved nor appreciated.
This feeling I have inside of me,
it burns...
To imagine the touch of his soft skin against mine,
It's like I'm running back and forth through time,
'Cause it's never gonna happen again...
To hear his voice whispering in my ear,
It would be as if I'm reliving that one special year...
I'll never forget the words he said to me...
"I Love You, Baby"...
It makes me cry, even thinking of it now,
As if I'm gonna die and won't remember how...
The feelings I have for him will remain the same,
Even though it makes me feel stupid and insane...
I'd give my life for him,
I'd just lay it on the line,
I'd give my life for him,
To let him know the heart that he'll always have is mine
Just to show him...how much I...care...
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