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I dream of a street I once resided on
An old dwelling, with galvanize fencing
A main street, with poor street lightings
I wake longing to be back there,
I remember the country, but not the heartaches,
Where I use to live and where am I now
Its poetry, it a google map, it history,
How did i get from there to here?
Once again it poetry, it was a drastic move
How i comes and goes in my dream of being there
Not the dwelling, not the whispering of the trees,
Nor the shortage of water, but the freedom of being me..
“Freedom is doing a job that I love. Not because I have to do it, but because I love doing it.” Quote
I just finish watching another Netflix movie.. About families
Unauthorized living: some of the plots could have been better
But, I enjoy the main characters, in comparisons to mine
Daniel was funny, too rich to be happy, too stupid to know how to live
He gives his bodyguards two thousand dollars just to see who cock was bigger,
To stupid to know how to live
Too rich to be happy:
A character like him needs to live on my street,
In that dwelling on the main street, without his daddy’s billions:
Being rich doesn’t stop one from being a whore,
Those sisters proven that in the movie:
A man will always be a dog, with his sniffing,
With my findings, Beautiful women suffers
more than ugly women do..
once in a while allow your mind to take you home
a place where you felt safe. During these ugly times:
I reed-member the time when
we were down ; we were suspended by
the promoter in the South Side League
this guy owned both a Hockey teaam, a Roller Derby Team
and he was a Wrestling Promoter.
I got suspended and couldn't
get a job due to him owning every team or company in the area.
I gotta call from "Begging Idiouce" Beazel Grantchorea Promoter in the Provdence area.
He had The Territorial Wrestling Organization. The Territories Championship
was an equvlant of the Worlds title.
The guy who held the title
was a well built athlete, a wrestling talent he was a draw on all fronts
he could really, really out wrest most guys in pro wrestling.
People loved this guy. I got a bout with him.
I beat him in 12 minutes. The crowd went completly silent and began booing. I knew what was going on
and began a high taling manuver to get out of the areana. I snached the title and headed to the dressing room: I heard an giantic BOO!
I took my check and got into the limo and left the building.
Those hockey jerks
had lead the boo's
they were in the audience,
I vowed to get them, I needed to find a partner.
I stayed away from the arena, until I could get someone to watch out for my interest. I called: Rockstar's and Crooners trying to get one of there bodyguards to
and mangement to look out for my interest. Those Hockey Jerks had us out numbered but I knew that a musicail angle could get over here. No one beleived me I didn't mind the boo's but I'm still human you know. I got "Crooner" Hambone Notatez to be my manger! and Dizzy Dillpepper
to be my tagteam partner. "Dizzy" coould really wrestle, and could out wrest guy's better then him. He could get a win outta a lossing situation. I liked that quality. That night in the Bronx we wanted to wrestle: but the jerks wanted to brawl we, gave the croowd a great show!
Purgative debacle debilitated me December 18th, 2020
Hoop fully adequately explains
source of odoriferous dry rot,
ye possibly smell, I jot
within this reasonable rhyme
without putting Johnny on the spot
my absence NOT attending fellowship,
today December 20th, 2020
albeit remotely, cuz off to bathroom
I frequently needed to trot.
Athwart porcelain goddess
at aforementioned date
bare with me rear potty talk,
I profusely apologize
concerning offal topic
wasting proctology boilerplate
nevertheless, quite a disaster
concerning mine excretory freight
said irritable bowel syndrome
necessitated I hydrate
and fast, thus yours truly
spent no time to judicate
nor analyze why rectum
severely overactive of late,
but aside from
lower gastrointestinal discomfort,
I also experienced linkedin symptom
namely upset stomach felt nauseate.
The power of mind over matter
slowly emerged inside anguished pate
physical unwellness across entire body electric
essentially, laterally, and unstintingly did radiate
and sucker punch ground zero i.e. solar plexus
fall out on par with mushroom cloud trait
unleashed courtesy nuclear warhead
without a shadow of doubt ability to function
even on primal level unwellness did vitiate.
Impossible mission to implicate
predilection to experience panic attack
whereby mine entire psyche did crack
blowing major fuses analogous to ENIAC.
In 1942, physicist John Mauchly proposed
an all-electronic calculating machine.
The result was ENIAC
(Electronic Numerical Integrator And Computer),
built between 1943 and 1945—the
first large-scale computer to run
at electronic speed without being slowed
by any mechanical parts.
Yours truly entertained no mood
to jump figurative gun
taking no time to think and brood
and shoot from the hip
(perhaps while partially nude)
(regarding sharing his antithetical thoughts
within break out groups)
virtual bodyguards escorting out this dude
possibly unintentionally antagonizing
listeners buzzfeeding misinterpreting
weaponizing commentaries assembled crude
easily mistaken for flak, I sincerely eschewed.
Heart
by Odin Roark
Can an enigma be weighed?
Many would hold the heavy heart
Is indeed noticeably of greater weight
And yet…
What can the heart do
When all its wishes is respect
As real
As both tangible
And insoluble?
The heart has few friends
Its bodyguards
Lung left
Lung right
Hold 24/7 vigils
Knowing without aeration
Man’s lifeline is severed
Storms
Good times
Makes no difference
Pumping continues
The gasp of birth
Forever faithful
Still
Comes hurt
Comes denial
Come battles lost
Our hearts panic
Asking lungs
To take the bullet
Like mothers
Fathers
Secret Service
Internal instincts
Obviate thinking
Risk death at any cost
So goes the miraculous nature
Safeguarding the one institutional identity
One can really trust
Life’s experience
Most likely has no measurement
But we know heavy
Don’t we?
Dr. Clement Moloch professes in torture.
He is always accompanied by Claire, his sister.
Moloch performs clandestine operations for governments.
He is responsible for the torture and death of insurgents.
Holland is journalist Jorge Hidalgo’s friend.
Holland learned Jorge’s life came to an end.
The doctor killed Jorge with high voltage electricity.
Senor Hidalgo was another victim of the doctor’s killing spree.
Hector Lomelin informs Holland of the predicament.
Lomelin attempts to talk Holland out of retirement.
Holland refuses, but later changes his mind.
Dr. Moloch is someone assassin Holland must find.
Holland learns Moloch and his sister are in Central America.
Moloch has been hired by the government of Guatemala.
There are several bodyguards protecting the doctor.
Moloch even has the aid of the American ambassador.
Holland takes out his targets one by one.
He is very adept with both the knife and the gun.
If you are wondering how this escapade will end,
all I have to say is, “See the movie, friend”.
Based on the 1984 film “The Evil That Men Do”.
The flaming sun with pastel shades burns the luster out of the sky exposing the raw clouds that hang beyond the mountain wall. And the epiphany of the golden hen suddenly appears on top of the roof staring at the distance in the galaxy and laying golden eggs in the lion’s laboratory. The appetites of Kings rest in stomach filled words at his dinner table and the wisdom of clowns lays deep inside the ground slowly working its way up to the sanctimonious throne and the anaerobic decay of organic matters filled with sediments of old make its way to the surface of the earth filtering a peculiar temperature in the atmosphere. And somewhere beyond the glow a hidden presence appears with a countenance that was perfect for the show, you dear not touch that smile, you dear not walk by her side, her passion is so deep it attracts the crowd and spill them all over the street, her message has substance and she has traveled many distance, look not to the ones that mocks you, look not to the one that breaks your zeal, but look to the one that touches your heart and move you out of the dark. I sat for hours going over the script and all of her is wrapped up inside of it, the story is told inside out of how the strangers mesmerized your soul. I watched her mingling with the people in the street; I watched her connecting to their heart beat, just a few words and a gentle smile, swept the multitude off their feet .With more than a dozen bodyguards around her, she was determined to walk the length and breadth of the town conversing with the people around; with heart full of love and blessing from above she made a perfect day. You cannot contemplate it; you have to go with it. Heed not to the temptation of your soul, you have to climb the mountain before you grow old, walk on the side that lifts you out of the dark and listen to the music and learn how the larks sing. The sun has burnt the radiance out of the skies but I can see luster of hope sparkling in her eyes, you have to make your choice before the universe dies. The people are waiting for something to celebrate, so gather the team and complete the final hurdle before dreams die.
Judgment
I read that a court of law renders judgments in legal matters.
Whether these judgments are arbitrated for the good of all or harbingers of evil.
As a Species, we make judgments on others based on what we experience and believe. Sometimes the judgements we make are in error and we seek why?
But what is the driving force of erroneous judgments?
Is it emotional fear which aggravates our judgement and creates more fear?
Those who are infected with this vicious cycle only believe that controlling others will they be safe, but they are not.
Emotional erroneous judgments are not based on logical process.
They will use this false judgement to divide others into manageable groups.
This is a fallacy.
It will only lead to the enslavement of the groups that are divided, however, those who enslave others are too enslaved.
Think bodyguards and restrictive movements based on animosity of the slaves.
Breaking this viciousness requires us to Love our enemies.
Show them that this love we have will free them from this bondage and free all into a more loving community.
As a united people across this world we will do wonders with the help of God.
-DI Greener
This is a beautiful place that is dry and sunny.
It’s an historical region dating back to antiquity.
We are on the Mediterranean island of Sicily.
It is the very southernmost tip of Italy.
Two men who wanted to see my father dead,
met their own demise with shots in the head.
Each body lay in a restaurant devoid of a soul.
I was the one who played the murderer’s role.
As a war ended here, another began back home.
Clandestinely, I was brought here to roam.
My father’s enemies would like to see me dead.
Because of this, there is a large bounty on my head.
I am hiding near a small village called Corleone.
This is the birthplace of my ancestral family.
My bodyguards and I walk through the country.
As far as their loyalty, there is room for doubt.
For a high enough price, they can sell me out.
The sight of a beauty started a fire burning.
For this maiden, there is now a strong yearning.
This chance encounter has begun a new game.
I want her now that I know Apollonia is her name.
Based on the novel "The Godfather" by the late Mario Puzo
He asked for the table behind
the women in the Parades of Zion
Aucilery He sat there for an hour
Ordering dessert first, then a soup
and three large steaks. When I came
to fill his coffee cup I noticed a device
with lights all around it, the number
3013 kept flashing on the screen.
The ladies Aucilery order two large trays
of grapes, cheeses, cured ham, and cressaunts.
They sat there for hours cackling like hens,
until Ms. CLA board came in about the news
of Superman and Solomon Grundy. The well
Dressed gentleman and his two bodyguards
Than left. They lefted two hundred dollar bills
the meal was only $70.55; that's a great tip!
Roxy as the loudest rottweiler in Waterbury, an historic town in Connecticut,
Roxy was a vigilante dog, which never let a stranger or a burglar in;
once this ranch home was a haven, thanks for the love she had shown!
While I was watching my favorite movie, she joined in with interest;
I padded her to let her know that I approved of her curiosity,
and I spoiled her with foods that dogs shouldn't eat: like cookies and pastry!
On the sunniest days of spring and summert, we spent many hours playing, I threw the ball
and she would find it anywhere on the lawn and bring it back breathing heavily;
whoever says that dogs can't be human?....They have already proven that to us
by being our best friends! A dog can rescue a child from a burning house,
and jump into the coldest pool and bring that baby unharmed to safety;
and many of them take risks that we wouldn't take, to protect us in dangerous situations!
Canines have been our bodyguards since ancient times...Homer, the blind poet, had one, too,
but what they don't have is a spirit like ours, that spirit which returns, upon death, to God;
and will they ever go to Heaven with us? Our answer should be no, but the odds of taking
them with us, wouldn't be favorable, so we must leave them behind in their earthly dwelling!
When we'll be resurrected by Christ, we'll remember these loyal and dear companions
that shared our affections, our joy of loving, and our same fate: living and dying like we do!
Roxy was the gentlest and the most affectionate dog that ever lived, Roxy kept me from harm;
and what she gave was more than anyone could ever give! And my appreciation and gladness
were demonstrated in my caring ways: making sure she was well-fed and had plenty
of water to drink, when I would be gone for hours...and on my return, she would greet me
with a loud bark, and licking my cheeks, she jumped on me and tickled me with her paws!
Roxy was a gift from a neighbor who died alone; she entrusted her to me, and called me son!
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci