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There is no place like home
Days like this
Lovers kiss
It’s this forbidden trend
That I miss
She said there’s no place like home
There we were
Cast lonely
Within a tomorrow to never come
Lets not rush away
This moment
There we were beneath the sun
Amongst a joyless fun
To no where
We were coming from
And when it’s done, it’s done
No matter the whispers
The pencil, the pen
Amidst my aspiring thumb
Treasure your values
Remember
There was a time
When things were
Oh so simple
When a smile
Was a crease
From dimple
To dimple
When wind
That was once blown
Took you way
But you were never
Too far gone
And she said
Don’t you wish
You were home
Respects
properly sewn
No mercy shown
And if we
can't understand
Our misfortunes
Taste happiness
Capture a portion
Like never before
You will die
But you will never live
A child, a fetus
Subject to abortion
My friend
I once heard
That there was no place
Like home
As I was lost in conduct
My misfortunes remain
The casualties
With in my tear ducts
No worries
It’s what I’m here for
Test this soil
And like Arabs
And protestant values
I’ll die for oil
A few more ruins to spoil
My plot to live once more
Began
And was later foiled
And as she once more said
“There’s no place like home”
I saw daylight
And in my journal
Became this story
I lay Loftily within a journal
Form:
At the sound of the bell, you rushed on the floor and as the morning breaks you push through the door; the screens are filled with numbers the phones are lighting up and you just don’t know who to trust.
The news anchor arrives on the scene with a report that is not so clean, he leaked the secrecy on air and turned the market in frenzy far and near; electronics are selling but guns are sinking into the ground, there is no appetite for Swiss cheese but Americans cars are still speeding in the breeze.
The penguins are walking hand in hand, some gather in small groups conversing with each other and embracing one another. I can see an anxious man standing in the corner grinding his teeth and shaking his legs, and numbers keeps going up and down on the board and he looked at it with intense precision
The woman on the side kept her smile real wide, her numbers keep climbing her support kept growing and whole town is embracing her. I felt a warm feeling inside as my stock, bonds and shares has landed wealth in my hand and trading was just right for a lengthy sacrifice.
The theory of the East is simple, you must buy and sell in and out of season, keep your price at a normal rate and when it’s time to go, get up and walk through the gate; don’t hang around when the market is closed
Don’t talk with your competitors before the victory is won; the Arabs and the Asians are one of a kind and the Jews and the gentiles knows what is divine
I gather my team and build an entourage for the summit. Horses and mules trotting along as the delegation heads to the east singing a merry song. That’s where the oil is flowing and the goat meat is stewing and hens are laying eggs.
Jewelry is expensive and diamonds are raising havoc in the skies, emerald, rubies, Sapphire and Jasper shall be with you for the rest of your life
The African merchants are raising the heat but the Chinese are holding on to the beat, the prices are high and but value is what counts. I have more that what money can buy.
III.
The music is now playing an A harmonic minor scale and switching every three measures to D minor and then to a G blues. To me, you are Bellissima and intelligent. I was making my heart soar as the eagles above the clouds. After a long day of work, I see you as an angel on earth no matter where we are. Even a poly extraterrestrial like myself sees the God of the Jews, Gentiles, Arabs, and Muslims as being valuable. I will switch to your beliefs if we are joined as one. My love for you will stretch further than the love from the false lovers of the past. Your feet would feel no pain from my hands. Your mind would feel a comfort as you face pain, for I will cradle you in my chest. Your belly would feel no hunger as I would feed you before myself. It may be cheesy; however, a man who places his wife and future children before himself is the most honorable before others. Placing you above myself would be the goal for a positive life, for you are my life. Let our first child be named Hope! Let our children grow to know the true love of their parents and the love their parents had for one another. Our work will not be done until the last breath of our youngest grandchild of our youngest child. I know I am speaking of a future that has not happened; however, I am a man who thinks about the future and tries not to look upon the past as the future. I will wipe away the tears that you do not show. The three words I have never told any woman as I did not feel strongly for them, these words are “I love you!” Let my words be the first kiss to your soul and lips before I physically kiss you—my Angel.
I can hear the voices calling out beneath as they plunge further into the deep, a large body of water swirling around them like quicksand falling out of the heaven and desperate voices of sorrows, crying out for help, but they sink deeper into the water shed until they reach the valley of the dead.
I stood at the mouth of the Precipice pacing around with my hands on my hip looking round at dead bodies washing away in the ocean, my heart reaches out to them but I could not do anything to save them.
Cars and vans buried in mud saw a sudden flood of water gushing down the stream washing away the Arabs dream. Everything that they own was washed away in seconds from the throne, house and land, man and van was swept out in the deep.
And those in the precipice below had nowhere to go, they clung to each other screaming and crying from the valley but there was no one to help and they need someone to tell the story of how they breathe the last breath, as the stung of death resonate from the deep.
I held on to my courage and hum a silent song as the last ruminants of death trod along, with the final words from the dying soul harmonize with the breeze. "I have seen the light give me something to nyam", and silence sinks slowly into the ground filtering death all around.
My heart could not bear it my body could not contain it, the stench of death muddied the water everywhere, opening up the fountain for disease in the land and on the shore.
The water split the road into two and creates a block between the west and you, there was no way to cross over to the other side, you have to create a bridge on which to abide.
The water had broken out of the dam swallowing the city houses and land, the cities were cut off from each other sending gushes of water up to the ninth floor, taking precious lives with them and leaving mud all over the floor.
But the screaming valleys stood still and the smell of death lingers on its shore.
Yes the war on terror is over
It happened on the Canadian border!
Youssef, 5, was denied
For shopping for toys and terror thus implied
Now Youssef, 5 finished his chemo
The border patrol said oh no, oh no, no no no
No Arabs must be allowed to shop for toys
Not even ones getting chemo and seeking joys
The Mothers family lives in the US
She’s a Canadian for twenty years in her dress
But Trump stopped her oh yes oh yes
From spending her money in Vermont, poor little Youssef
Terrorism has been defeated, Trump does declare
A mother and her kids on a spending spree affair!
So evil to want to buy USA goods
You’d think Donald builds his stuff in the China back woods!!!
Note: I wrote this Free Verse, also something Trump wants to eliminate, the Free Press and the Truth.
RIYADH: HAVEN OF LIFE
R - Riyadh, a city and capital of Saudi Arabia
R - "Raining Men" as lots of scattered everywhere..
R - Raging from other Arabs to Caucasians
R - Real masculine, maybe yes and maybe no..
I - I'm here about a year & 6 months
I - Interesting at first as all is new
I - In few months, I began to think twice
I - Inwardly, I feel imprisoned and treated inhumanely..
Y - Yielding me a greater awareness of life .
Y - Yes, it was my ambition to go out..
Y - Yondering all obstacles and trials...
Y - Yelping nothing but full determination.
A - Admitting,I did get what i like from here
A - Accounting from the fact that saving here good.
A - Allegiance to my family as well as my country calls me back..
A - Admirably, some nationalities prefers us..
D - determinedly, I suppose not to give up..
D - Death could only stop me from life..
D - Diligently, I'll walk each day with faith and hope..
D - Dainty, i must still appear to be..
H - However things are.
H - Hope rise up burning afire..
H - Hunterlike aggressive and brave
H - Honesty deep down in contentment.
by: olive_eloi
aug. 22, 2013
@2:30pm
On the silver plain of eternity, the streams of silence flow uninterrupted,
In search of majesty, the white man, with branches of stars on his forehead.
Hunters of illusions, their weapons aim at the shadows dancing on the sky,
The prolonged assault echoes, the carrion of hopes in the wind fades, diluted.
The Africans, with their lunar fangs, pierce the earth seeking its aura,
The Arabs, with their authoritative paw, Scratch the heavenly vaults, claiming the right to the throne,
And the Asians, clever archangels of civilization, lay their master plan,
Even women, in their innocence, dream of crowns hidden in heaven.
The white man, civilization's ghost king, runs against the light of destiny,
His tames - a canvas for the rain of longing, his eyes - two lakes of mystery.
Each jaw that opens, each silhouette that hunts him, a promise of tomorrow,
a defamation of yesterday, a melancholy reverberation of what has been and will not be.
For in this magical world where hunter and hunted often switch roles,
each being carries the burdens of the past, clings to the dream of survival,
The misty civilizations of existence are stages for this immemorial dance,
And even in the face of defeat, the white man carries within himself the essence of the whole world.
He is the thought that flies above the traps, the unattainable desire,
And even under the burden of the fog, under the merciless assault, his beauty rises regal,
Elixir of life in the vicious circle of desire, to devour and be devoured,
He is the soul of civilization that survives in the magic and melancholy of every twilight.
Arabs call it 'Naqba' - catastrophe
Sister Mary pulls out her rosary
Sends out a heartfelt prayer
To Palestinians there
To get on with their lives this century
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Palestinian Arabs call Israel's Independence
Day, 'Naqba,' 'The Catastrophe.' Their 'leaders'
cruelly deceive them into thinking that they can
actually turn the clock back to 1948, return to
orchards they may (or may not) have cultivated,
and resume life as if nothing has happened in the
region for the last 75 years to put a decisive end
to such illusory hopes.
The most popular newborn male’s name in Israel in 2025: Muhammad
I guess that’s what happens when 'Jews commit genocide'
They start giving their kids Moslem names, don’t they
~ Any other fraudulent claims you want to accuse Israel of today?
________________________________________________________________________
If you doubt the truth of line one, please, please fact-check to your
heart's delight.
To make sure that lines two and three are clear: They are written
as total satire; They are completely and unequivocally untrue!!
The population of Israeli Arabs - that's right: Israeli Arabs who are
full citizens - while only about 25% that of Jewish Israelis, is growing
so fast that Muhammad is the most popular name for new baby males
in the entire country! Amazing! (Some 'genocide,' eh??)
Mark Twain on a visit to the Holy Land in 1867 described “A land that is desolate and
Devoid of both vegetation and human population.” throughout his journey
from Damascus to Jerusalem. He wrote “Evidence of cultivation here is a rare
sight –an acre or two of rich soil studded with last season’s corn stalks, about
the thickness of your thumb. A herd of Syrian goats that appear to graze on gravel,
because there seems to be nothing else to eat. So barren as to have no grass,
no trees, no flowers, no birds, not even dew. I saw nothing to cheer the eye,
every outline is harsh, every feature is distinct, there is no perspective and even
distance works no enchantment here.” This is the land after God’s people were scattered
all around the world.
Ezekiel 36:33 On the day I cleanse you from your sins, I will settle your towns and
the ruins will be rebuilt. 36:34 the desolate land will be cultivated instead of laying
desolate in the sight of all who pass through.
Ezekiel 12 prophecy states that when Israel returns to the land, the land will produce
fruit again, the Jewish people will multiply, and the desolate places will be rebuilt and
Inhabited. Israel became a nation in 1948 and defeated 1000 Arabs the next day in Palestine.
Israel is a perfect example of what God can do to make his plan come together. Israel’s survival
and dramatic natural change from a waste land to what it is today could only be seen as “supernatural.”
God said that he would make the desert bloom again. before Israel became a waste land, the land received former rain and a latter rain giving them two rainy seasons. the latter rain ceased and the land dried up. after Israel became a state the latter rains returned and alone with irrigation the land is green and growing crops again.
This is clearly Israel today, therefore, as I ponder on Israel it seems to testify of creation and of God.