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few Hearts can fancy dress their
nakedness in icicle Presence
fewer minds will slip into
cemetery’s dusk
soul appears, no hectic heady harkening
glancing what is needed
or already seeded
burning ice
Insight measures wisdom, not cerebral chancing
few Hearts can fancy dress their nakedness
silence answers chaos, no questions
faith penetratingly poetic peeps
silver edged sheath transmuting bleeps
action cannot dreamscape when
carriaged Courage is
coloured cloak comely
mission determines doubtless devic discipline
burning ice
few Hearts can fancy dress their nakedness
evolution her equanimous earthy core
smoothly dictates exalted
memory raw
as fear appears, a whispering whimpering head
she chooses Laurel-Hardy
jovial jokes instead
body-mind will momentarily magically move
illusive graped grace to forth face
zero haste
burning ice
few Hearts can fancy dress their nakedness
she grooves all goals with
hidden grace
defining own pinky pace,
trusting Trinity true
gives mental lucidity a hue
E equals Endurance, persevering stormy hardships severe ever near,
trials for miles
trancing transforms
grovelling groundless guile
burning ice
few Hearts can fancy dress their nakedness
otherworldly veneer
belies frothy fortitude
rhombus robust rectitude _________
steady steely solitude
Sun, opposite pole Lover
adoringly advises
she embraces its Fire over
chastising eyes
melting hade Himalayan
I C E to glide embalmed,
charmed warmed waters calmed
few Hearts can fancy dress their nakedness
I’m burning
ICE
My husband is naughty a very naughty man
He throws down the newspaper on top of his beer can
He buys himself a sandwich in a cardboard box
And puts it in the laundry with his woollen socks.
He takes off his pyjamas and chucks them on the floor
He uses hankies frequently, so I have to buy some more.
He wants to have thick sauces on top of all his food.
And when he has a hypo his speech is very rude.
I gave him such a shock when I learned to curse and swear
But we really need to,as “eff off “is everywhere.
Why, even in the Bible there are some wicked words
I’ve not read it all yet, except Psalm 23rd.
I mean to finish reading it and then when I must die,
I’ll come onto a cloud and shout,Oh pi is in the sky.
For transcendental numbers give a hint divine.
Although you can get it better with a glass of dry, white wine.
My husband drinks draught guinness and then he fall asleep
He hollers and curses when the oven timer bleeps.
He eats a piece of kipper and cried out,Oh,dear God!
Nobody caught this b*gger with a fishing rod
He wants to move to Whitby and walk upon the sands
Sit in the audience and hear the big brass bands.
He wants to see the sun rise and to see it set…
So please send God some gelatine in case the air’s too wet!
Words on the wall.
Go with Paul.
So profound.
Like a crystal ball.
Okay, all coming back.
Should have read.
Julie, will you go with Paul.
But it didn’t.
Surely a message.
A deeper meaning.
Check the celestial phone.
A message awaits.
You dirty lying scummbag, drop dead.
Should I tell her there's only one M in, scumbag.
Could this be another message.
I enlighten her.
The other M is for mother-F
But is it.
Is there an even deeper meaning.
The celestial phone bleeps.
I peruse the heavenly text.
Actually, there should be an extra B with the extra M, bastard.
I see pain in her text.
I feel it myself.
There is a wanting.
Flowers and chocolates.
I feel comfort walking through the graveyard.
Knowing random people are helping me in the pursuit of love.
I throw a pebble up to her window.
Holding my mixed bunch of flowers.
Old Mrs Jones looks down, smiling.
If I was seventy, I’d do, I digress.
I bade her in, throwing the pebble up to my true love.
Who opened the window maybe a tad too early.
She screams my name.
Which was comforting in a strange way.
Old Mrs Jones looked out, recoiling in horror, knocking herself out in the process.
I realised I had forgotten the chocolates.
Darling, could you lend me ten pounds.
Something in her one good eye told me no.
The paramedics told me to go.
The Police read me my rights.
Putting me up for the day, and the night.
Still, as the Community payback man said as I was scrubbing the wall.
It’s not like you’re Banksy, is it, Paul.
I felt a deeper meaning.
A thought had occurred
It would take a lot of paint.
But would be worth the pain.
I worked through the night.
Such a delight.
I threw a pebble up to her window.
Old Mrs Jones looked down at the naked mural of me, and dropped dead.
Julie sort of squinted in dread.
But the gun in her hand.
Well, enough said.
The police charged me with indecent exposure.
Though the court said that wasn’t quite true.
Still, the Community payback man said.
I’m really impressed.
I mean, it's different.
Maybe you should have added a verse.
He stopped me scrubbing.
We bowed our heads.
As old Mrs Jones passed by in the hearse.
God never said.
"And let their be technology to rule
the world."
Technology has no commandments.
It's a selfish piece of trash.
it's meant to separate you from friends
and family.
With bleeps, jokes and pictures
To replace their loving presence.
There is no love in an iPad..
So, who is behind all this?
He, the one,who wants to overthrow God
And take his place.
He who wants you to believe you
can live anyway you choose.
There is no morality, just pleasure.
There is no uniqueness, no human
treasure
He who laughs at goodness but honors
evil
So that ......the Spriit within us
Is choked, silenced and never seen.
5/10/2019
11:45am PST
I'm fraughting with fear
Fear of rise in temperature
Fear of sinking blood pressure
Fear of developing a lump
Fear of a funny happy jump
Fear of cough and cold
Fear of every pain untold
Fear of burns in throat
Fear of blood and bloat
Fear of lump in the chest
Fear of throb in the heart
Fear of pain in the tummy
Fear of puking after eating yummy.
Fear of needles
Fear of plasters
Fear of pills
Fear of fluids
Fear of oxygen pipe
Fear of nebulization mask
Fear of blood reports
Fear of monitor bleeps
Fear of critical unit walls
Fear of emergency calls
Fear of dying without living
Fear of nothing that siezed my everything
Where has this fear come from?
When in my brave soul has it taken form?
I win the palm battling with it
Still, it comes back without any guilt
The reason for its popping up I pretty well know
It does take shape whenever my health goes low.
I haven't knowingly blightened my body, I swear
But an unexpected illness always like a crown I wear.
Rushing to the doctor many a time
Germinated in me this fear for a lifetime
Now it's time I take the sword
And hit on its back oh! so hard
Come what may, I'll not succumb to it
A candle of courage in me I have lit.
It's time to take the nerve and cut its throat
To wield a dagger as its antidote
How long on my head will it sit?
No, no not anymore will I be guided by it.
I went to vote, the queue ran down the street
Strange to see the British change their ways
None were holding phones nor were there bleeps
Eager faces, animation sweet
Well as it’s free we do not have to pay
I went to vote, the queue ran down the street
The staff were kind, the voters were no sheep
They did not need a shepherd for this Play
None were holding phones nor were there bleeps
The politicians crippled by conceit
Put fake websites on the net today
I went to vote, the queue ran up the street
I alas am old but I still sweat
The stupidity of gossip is made clear
No-one made a video of my seat
I did not queue, a cripple may shed tears
All I have is sight loss and burnt ears
I went to vote, the queue stood with no light
Smiling, patient people black and white
ag vet att du tröttnar
på att sjunga om det!
älskar den delen
och kärleken är där det är.
mer av det här
eller är det mer av det där
Jag vet vad det är
Jag vet vad det är.
älskar det när du går från intervall till intervall
det är bara min grej
en kärlekssensation
jag försöker hålla dig borta från mina drömmar
telefonen ringer
hon stannar för att se om det är du
jag ler för
hon är avundsjuk
vad ska vi göra nu
Written by:
The HipHop Junkie
of the Mizzer Greeting Group
Of Music Music LLC
Slurp, Slurp, Slurp
Slurp
Ya'll know
Slurp "Soothing" Sensation
From "That Gal Pipes"
the second movie about Gal-Crazy Men
Big Screen Music Company
used with permission from
Do thatOne of MMVXXIIIL Music LLC.
Ya'll know and Big Word DimpleBack
sang "Till Love is Mine" with Crazy- Lazy Dan
and The Big Grip Song Thang
from Nosey Girl Album Co.
Muses and Losses appears
courtsey of Strangs and Strangs
creativity and Sol-Drummer
got Down on Minty
(kissing on the Ccorner)
a song by
Twit Gilly Sound
and The PhatFox Music Co.
"Coon Soup" Sampled with
permission from
Bleeps and Them
Bebop til you Drop
sang on "Falling in Love"
Horns by The Tangler did they thang.
What is truly the measure of a man?
Do you even believe that God has a plan?
What’s in your heart, do you follow a path?
How are your numbers, have you tried all the math?
Have you put yourself in center or just revolve?
Is our creation a mystery that you think you can solve?
How is your faith, how far can you leap?
Is your radar clear or just full of bleeps?
What’s important, what keeps you alive?
Is it the size of your house or the car that you drive?
What’s in your bank, are your debts paid in full?
Do you pass through a china shop just like a bull?
Are you the head of your household or just share in part?
Do you have love or hate that dwells in your heart?
Will you help feed the hungry and share your own bowl?
Do you have any equity left in your soul?
It's day seven hundred and......... well forgive my demented memory, at least you get the idea
Dreams crave to once more take hold of this insomnia
Its nothing less of a miracle that i still breath the aroma of oxygen from the earthly - Musty smells
I am one with blind salamanders, dining and making a home where this restless body dwells
The sheer darkness herein, covered in three nights, offers more comfort than the light above
The Crickets, harmonizing with unfamiliar territorial warning predator sounds, a sweet melody i have come to love
The chaos continues to unfold
A manifestation of the ripen warnings and prophesies foretold
Deafening high-pitched Whizzing sounds consume the airwaves
Clanks and clunks, beeps and bleeps in search of slaves
Divergent's, defying the mechanical gospel of automation
Believers of the old ways, banking on the principles of rawness and authentication
With me are the last scrolls, penned with blood of liberation
Humanly scripted and crafted with hope of restoration
Weapons in the hands of the loyal Knights fighting the annihilation, of golden knowledge scribbled in stone and passed from generation to generation
Behold the fountain of authentic and unfiltered knowledge, breathing life in the mist of death and endless fighting
A beacon of triumph and creativity on the horizon, a selfless gift shared wholesomely, from his writing.
My spirit is forlorn, frightened,
and impaired.
You’re not hiding here in this hideous hell;
no longer your eyes, are broken in a cataract cell,
instead, you graze in the free fields,
feeding on the flock’s frivolous phrases,
now part of a buoyant herd,
while I wallow in the ocean's pitiful past,
gliding in my hurricane of pain.
You wander merrily atop the mountain.
I endeavor to revive my sunlit sanity.
Yet my visions are still clouded
by memories of your muddled myths.
I can’t omit the seeds you sowed; they still thrive in the scintillating sky.
I’m jealous of the verdant pastures you’ve found,
now that your mind is at ease,
no longer full of traffic themes.
Instead, the only gridlock you hear
is when the breeze blows a blizzard.
I desired to be the one to settle your myriad nerves,
for I had been your anchor while you swam in incognito tides.
I wanted the glory of seeing your benevolence rise; in my movie, I cultivated a revival mission.
In reality, I heard your sheep bleeps,
when you articulated the need to be with others who live in the dark.
A new family is formed one that omits labels and the only trepidation is sustenance.
A Hebridean now glows auspicious with the luminous rays.
I’m waving goodbye again,
as usual, you turn the other way propelling me off the ridge of hope to pose with the expired weeds.
Our reunion was for a season,
and I must accept we were always meant to be estranged for a reason.