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I was a teenager when back when, when I first started working in the tape industry. Working in Manhattan traveling from New Jersey either by train, bus or car for seventeen long years. I've learnt the ins and outs from just about every standpoint in the field. Starting from unloading trucks, to customer service, into sales and then eventually becoming an owner of my own company. I sold all different kinds of tapes, from scotch tape (which is actually just a cellophane tape sold by the infamous (3M Co.) to gaffer tape mainly used in the motion picture and television industry. There's a whole world of sticky substances out there that gets applied to some sort of material like cotton, cloth, cellophane, paper, polyester, aluminum, copper and tons of other kinds of foreign substances that can get adhesive applied on to. Almost every business or company uses some sort of tape. So, this is how it all works out in the end. Here I am, now at almost breaking the 65-age mark in life. After all these years of busting my butt and putting in the necessary time to make a living for myself. Well, here comes the ball-buster. Just like that ((SOLD)). The company that I helped build, the company that I grew with for almost 45 years of my life, just like that it's been sold and bought by some low-life never went to college son-of-a rich man idiot that knows nothing about the tape industry other than it is now owned by him. And that now went from being a family owned richly built company into a new family-owned corporate business that's slowly but surely getting rid of all the original employees and replacing them with new family members or part-time workers. In the past 3 years I've seen three companies that I have worked for, for almost 30 years have gone corporate. Two of the three I no longer work for because of the rules and regulations, like over the top insurances, workman's comp./liability insurance and million-dollar coverages on car insurance. It's totally unfair to the small-time companies. Thank goodness I've reached the age of retirement, or I might be working at McDonalds.
they went corporate
so many people suffered
happy to retire
Non-bachelor (batch chiller)
"FAKE" horror thriller
available Netflix starring
ghost of Phyllis Diller
stand up comedienne killer
brought down haunted house
witch sea hunt accompanied
theme song referencing Argonaut tiller
Greenwich Village location Barney Miller
lite precinct brewed fare of corpse
unearthed dead comedy duo Meara and Stiller
with surreal stalking candy corn canes
as bon appétit gnashing
gobbledygook filler.
Ice scream aghast with
blood curdling shriek,
the dearth of satisfactory
FIOS shows bleak
readying jump into polluted creek
thus, I bury alive yours truly
except his sharp pointed beak
exhuming him after rotted
flesh doth reek
perfectly tricked out
for Halloween treat
masks long haired
pencil necked geek
October thirty first when freak
alias Gadshill gadabout
poetaster doth sneak
feigning antonym anthem of meek
oh my dog, I lyft hind
uber leg to take leak
hoop fully haint nobody dares peak
urinate kidding ma bladder weak.
I long since waved
channel surfing adieu
much prefer silence
meditating under blue
skies peering into
infinite space nary a clue
intellectual conversation many disvalue
perched edge of seat and hunched over
how riveting story doth ensue
ah... time for commercial break
culinary wizard abracadabra
whips up fondue
easy as pie (are squared)
with consistency of glue
methinks Elmer stole patent,
cuz secret formula Hebrew
what with identical hue
as aforementioned adhesive liquid
doubling up to keep igloo
air tight even against
global warming, anyway would Jew...
aye betcha already knew
yes believe Yahweh endowed Semites
like me with high ike kue
of course after dumping
a load (reed) I feel sue
per ream intelligence dumbed down
(mine), especially after using loo
naturally decrease smarts
stings like poisonous
scorpion size of Eee moue,
which aforementioned papa's
poetic poppycock nonissue
saturating plethora home entertainment
most people overvalue
linkedin - shoot all stemming from
"idiot box" I rarely view.
COUNTERFEIT LOVE
By Madalitso Jasper Mwaungulu
Painless emotions display the hurt in my butt
My eyes twinkle like little stars
As the watery flow shine out
Reflecting the captive freedom you put me into
I am a free prisoner of love
Pushed by your selfish desires
Abandoned by your royal lowness
My life somersaulted out of the league
Everything I knew changed
Everything I understood became oblivion
My intellect masked by your smiling tender-hearted face
I now understand that even the strongest hearts melts
They cry, they break, they harden, they soften and they forgive
But they never forget
How can they forget?
How can they see when the mist of your deception
Engulfs their perception?
Eagles cry deep in the sky
While hovering over naked smiles
Happiness of young hearts snatched
And onto the rock of Saturn smashed
When selfish ambitions walks pompously in
The corridors of their little love hearts
Proclaiming fear in their ventricles
Their pure first love you snatched
Now they can’t love anymore because
You vanished
They counted their joy in you
Gained their strength
And admonished their girth
Disappointingly, they’re broken
And they can’t be mended
Even glue a vague adhesive to bend.
They cry, they bleat, they moan, they whine, they whimper and they wail
Not because they choose to
Or forced to
But because they’re used to
As their minds dredge up the joy your presence caused
Searching and scouring for your return
Your humble entry back into their hearts
Not to mend but to build them again
To say the truth
They don’t smile anymore
But they are drenched in fear
When they see your resemblance
They don’t smile because you took their smile
Together with you when you left
You took their peace
And they live in fear
Not fear of whom or what or where
But fear of you
And I only realize
That your love was only counterfeit
Your words sounded so sincere
Because love was in you heart
You know that person I was
Right from the very start
You said that you love me
For I have the straits you admired
And that you will fight for this love
For I’m the one your heart desired
And we will make it through
What ever darks days lay ahead
And face the hails storms and the fire
Until the day that we are wed
The courage of your words
Has given me the strength to believe
For no matter the pain I feel now
One day in your arms I will be receive
But as time goes by you chance
You allowed other to put doubt in your mind
And thought you love me so much
Now your words become unkind
But the more you try to hurt me
The deeper in love you fall
And no matter how you try to denies it
In your heart you love me all
But I refuse to let go
For my love for you are so strong
No matter how much you push me to go
I always will stand my ground
But last night I got tired of dreaming
And am now through with trying
So now I’m going to walk away
While my heart will be slowly dying
So thank you for your precious time
For all these days that you have give
Please forgive me for all the time
I was clinging to you like adhesive
I don’t know if you think it was fun
I bet you though I’d never turn away
And I know you will miss me
And you never believe you’d see this day
When I leave I will never look back
Will be focus and keep my eyes on the street
For if I only see you crying
I will come and throw my life at your feet
So I have to be strong
Although it kills me inside
For I just want to find a hole
And just bury my self and hide
I just don’t have the will live again
My life have become so empty
Although I’m bless to be with wealth
With out you it means nothing to me
I will never forget yesterday
And how things was going to be
Now I have to try to face tomorrow
Now that there no longer you and me
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"It is the stars, The stars above us, govern our conditions,"
Quote by William Shakespeare
Watching his face carefully for nuance of expression.
My sweet boy had developed such intense depression.
Every night his screams of terror would fill the air.
A calm uneventful sleep for him, was my prayer.
As sleep befell him, his panic and terror would begin.
Wailing, face wet with tears, unnerved by a horror within.
Holding him tight wasn’t any help as he trembled in fear.
His tired eyes fixed on a demon that isn’t really here.
Aggressive yet scared, an abhorrence to be sleeping at night.
Despair, overtook normal living to find a cure for his fright.
A boy once filled with love and joy, now replaced by distress.
Doctor offers strong drugs for him, reluctantly I will acquiesce.
Handing me a box, and holding a ladder, a neighbor came to call.
Stating this is for Michael and you must be careful not to fall.
I was most perplexed so for an explanation I sought.
What was the reason for his visit, and the things he brought?
He explained that he had seen his father die as a child.
The experience had turned sleeping into a horror so wild.
The box was full of self-adhesive glow in the dark stars.
Included were a larger peel- off Saturn and Mars.
His family had placed some iridescent stickers over his ceiling.
This, he explained was the start of his healing.
He helped me to adhere every last bright star.
During the daylight it is impossible to see where they are.
That night they shone and twinkled like candles in the wind.
Taking advice from a stranger, I was chagrined.
Next morning he called quite concerned, he hadn't heard a peep.
"Shhh" I whispered, "Since eight pm last night, he is still asleep."
He laid next to her, incognizant and numb.
His skin once blanche white and smooth, now almost mustard color.
Sickle shape impressions were on his cheeks and chin, an obvious telling sign of the effects of the 'white girl'.
His blue eyes long since faded to a light bleak gray.
His un-kept auburn hair is weighted down with natural oil and perspiration.
In their relationship, they were self contain and relentless.
They both were destined entities with shared infinity of fortitude.
Even with opposite personalities and culture, they were an adhesive pair.
She was strikingly beautiful, a goddess with piercing brown eyes. Eyes that told a tale of misery and pain.
Her tall curvaceous slender frame moves about gracefully, like a beautiful black swan. These were the thoughts that he entertained himself while waiting for the euphoria to devour him.
The dome light in the ceiling along with the wall scones brought a howling glow against her honey color skin.
He fancied that she was even more beautiful in the morning light or was it the evening sunset, as swift the day passes with her.
Black as a raven's plume was the color of her hair.
It was long and wavy and it contoured her beautiful face.
He was enchanted with her from the first moment they met.
He knew that there was nothing he wouldn't do for her,
Even now while they were on the moon.
Even now while he is romancing the 'white girl', his love for her staid true.
The ecstasy from the 'white girl' pales in comparison to the passion he had for her.
She was his infinite reason for living, his breath, his sun, his clinging song.
In this restless world, when so many things were unsure, she will forever be his.
She moved softly against him.
She whispered, come take me.
It was blissful
copyright 2016 Torsional Storm
A huge monstrous olive tree
not giving shade nor bearing fruits,
existing in pains and disappointments
together with the others, they live
is the exact expression of my grieve.
Too hypocritical in being aggressive
and defeated by the contraceptive of my try
condemn and make me believe
I'm failure's chief executive.
How am I to know
that every attempt completed
is success' eve?
How am I to know
that more failure is effective?
How am I to know
that I ought to be vigilant
and be patient like a detective?
faulting the situation, myself I deceive
and landing in this mess
surely wasn't my motive
I should have been more creative
instead of staying sensitive to my senses
and searching for palliative methods
of scoring my goal.
I shouldn't have used
my cognitive functions this way,
perceiving challenges as dangers
always attentive to the red light
when it is in fact yellow.
Running away,
when the push seems less attractive
and summing up the crash
to be definitive.
For all these years
the agony has been an adhesive
to my soul.
comparative to a privileged bridegroom
who outslept his wedding
to an undeserving bride.
As descriptive as that,
mine is even more corrosive.
Now I pay taxes to sadness
and my regret more lucrative than ever before
as nature chooses my heart
to be the dwelling place of sorrow
keeping my self-ruin well preserved.
I've tried to turn back time
I've tried to apply similar energy
and pretense is now my best talent
but all I get is NOTHING!
I'm only left with wishes
a million times have I made them
and a million times more I'll proclaim them
but they will all stand as cup-bearers
to my constant regrets.
as I forever say........
I wish! Oh I wish!
s/he got a new dog &
like many dogs before it,
it shed & it jumped up on the
sofa, the comfy chair in the
living room, etc.---
in regards to the prior dogs in
her/his life, s/he had
“suffered” the hair deposits,
the smell of dog, be it dry or
wet, and the rest of the
litany of petty problems
which dog owners will claim
when going to great lengths
to tame & beat their happy dog
into submission---
one day,
s/he came up with an idea
as to how to get the dog off the
chair & the sofa---
s/he got up early in the morning,
wrapped the chair in a sheet &
then subsequently wrapped that
sheet in electrical tape, masking
tape &
that really sticky gray duct tape,
all with the adhesive side facing up---
after the chair was engulfed in tape,
s/he left the house &
went to work.
low & behold,
when the once-frustrated dog owner
returned to her/his abode that evening,
there was a whimper coming from the
living room---
the dog, a shaggy dog whose resemblance
to a frayed towel
was uncanny,
had gotten itself stuck on the tape &
the pulling of its hair in the attempt to escape
the tape-engulfed chair,
was too much for the poor dog,
who had been undergoing the pain for
who knows how long---
the satisfied owner
talked conceitedly to the dog,
asking it what the problem was
(as if the poor dog had any idea what
this horrible human was babbling) &
then got down on her/his knees to
help the dog from the trap that had
worked out just the way the owner
suspected that it would,
because the dog never set foot on the
chair or the sofa again.
I. The Lost
The sting of pain
It never leaves!
My heart
It lingers…
So vastly!
So deeply!
And the internal tears
They continue too!
Persistent
Falling without a sound
Abiding here
Still
Until, they are found
Begrudgingly to quit
Deliberate they fall
Drip…drip……drip
Like blood from a letting
Into the abyss
Reaching through a darkness
To a never ending call
Like icicles in a mist
II. The Hope
A new founding faith
A shield
A cocoon to swathe
To embrace
To befall
An assist in the conspiracy
Of the healing
That suspends
The never ending
Comes to a stalemate
And stalls
A pleasant smile
A facade
Or forged out trials of fire
Although genuine
Is it only surface deep
This my only guise
The inadvertent beguiles
My secret secrets
My own keys to the keep
III. The Realization
The mysterious mind
Mystifying and true
Searches
Against the heart
Sheering and steep
The answers to quell
From chasms of watery well
Aches within
Continues to seek
As I
Struggle to exist
In a matrix of melancholy mazes
When alone to ponder
Through haphazard hazes
Sunsets
Turning of another page
Plagued from enigmas
Time the healer
The savior, the sage!
A resurrecting redeemer
Adhesive at best
Holds me together
And keeps me from afraids
The scars
That once defined me
Further now, ceasing to fest
Fading to less
And to less
I will
Go on!
To an ending
To a further age
Truly this has been
My temporal test!
Quintessence of radiance in the days of utter dark,
Unparallel among the guides, fairly upto the mark,
An advocate with plenteous, bounteous sincerity,
Invincible, feared neither wolf’s howl nor dog’s bark.
Decent in manners, humble and modest in being,
Efficacious in thinking, alert and vigilant in seeing,
Adhesive to the mission, incarnated embodied truth,
Zeal and zest packed rider on the steed galloping.
An aspiring figure, to the secured harbour he rowed
Majestically steering the lobbing ship, never bowed,
Malicious he was to none but clang to the just cause,
Undaunted he was and accomplished what he vowed.
Harmonious and integral he was in saying and deed,
Adroit and perfect guide he was in faith and creed,
Manly, steadfast, sagacious he was in his dealings,
Meticulous model he was on the hazy road to lead.
Adept he was who outwitted rivals with great skills,
Dignified who led safely through mounds and hills,
Admonished he the nation about the hidden traps,
Laudable whom pay homage, respect rivers and rills.
Incorruptible, whom from the hearts we all adore,
Jeopardizing his comforts, he brought us all ashore,
Indulgent, who never beguiled the trusting people,
Nullified he the opponents who succeeded no more.
Navigated, ransacked he the seas at an early age,
Apostle of faith, truth who broke the confining cage,
Humane, humble he was yet he won the homeland,
Muhammad Ali Jinnah written on history’s each page.