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Google the world till you find me,
Draw closer; grip my heart and never let go,
Numerous moons have passed; countless suns have shone,
Yet my dream is curtailed,
I have unturned the blue; unzipped the stars looking for you,
Dug graves to uncover you; Uprooted trees to find clues,
Separated warm and cold air; to find the one I bleed; the one I breathe; the one I grief, the one I belief; the one I love,
I have befriended libraries to find your name; my love,
Given tokens to know the prophesy of your coming; my love,
A search that’s never ending until I find you; my future love,
I have roamed all over hell; to save your soul; my love,
Moved every corner of the earth; for the amender of my breath,
Tried bribing the archangel in heaven,
To certify to my heart that you are save and well; my love,
Just run a marathon in Daegu; for you who clutched my heart,
I can ran without shoes; but never without my strength,
Love I’ll die for you; as tomorrow means nothing without you,
Where are you at? Come swiftly seize my pressurized heart?
I know you can sense the soreness in my indoors,
Come cement my missing bits as you alone know how; my love,
Come devour me with glee; a beam that can never be expunged,
You know I need you; and that very true; my life; my love,
How can ‘I’ the Ferrari win a race without its tyres (you)?
I preserved every cell for you; ignored all love for you,
Don’t let me sting no more; I gave up everything for you,
When I confided in this love of ours; many pasted me a coward,
But my thoughts of you assisted me keep my sanity and purity,
My fluency with love rules made me patient,
Enough to wait for you the trance bloke of my centre; my love,
A love of tomorrow I preserve today and forever,
Soon my heart will dance and shout your name ‘ohh my love’
I treasure you my love; my tomorrow; my dream; my desire; my all; the one I have been waiting for all my life,
I sit here desperately jotting this jingle to you my love,
On tenterhooks it reaches you and remits you to me presently; my love.
Blondie was the next door girl,
with a sexy body that made men go wild,
and like them, I fell in love without guilt inside;
I had fun...not worrying about Hell.
Blondie was looking for her sugar daddy,
saying that wasn't wrong accepting money,
gifts, clothes, expensive cars and jewelry!
Blondie, pretty Blondie, with no ethics:
why did you do that to yourself?
Was all that a replacement for your dad?
You certainly had the looks of models,
and that didn't mean hope was dead!
Blondie, pretty Blondie, you sneered and laughed!
There's was a retired veteran down the block,
you volunteered to do errands and clean his house,
and he was a wealthy one, perhaps the one you sought;
and making up lies you got him to give you a fortune...
your baby didn't need any kind of surgery, but John
fell for your trick and gave you fifty thousand dollars,
he had many ships, now he's totally broken and out of luck!
Blondie, pretty, Blondie, who's going to be
your next sugar daddy?...No, it certainly won't be me!
Blondie, pretty Blondie, get some sleep and reflect on your grave mistake...
look for a normal guy who can take care of you, stop being that spoiled brat!
Two detectives from the local precinct rang her bell today,
and with a warrant in their hands they took her away;
Blondie tried to resist arrest, and they handcuffed her against her will...
she always thought of bribing authorities with enough water in her well!
Wasn't she wrong...to even think of that unrealistic monstrosity?
There in a cell, she can't to bend the iron bars without audacity!
Blondie, pretty Blondie, you had freedom and a loving family,
your mom worked hard and raised your with morals...Blondie, pretty Blondie;
and with hostility, you turned against her and became an escort, joining the night ladies:
snorting cocaine and picking up guys by the hundred...weren't you scared of catching Aids?
Copyright (C) 20210 by Andrew Crisci
They said that they were building
a great society,
that poverty would be vanquished,
brought down onto its knees.
So they gave lots of hand-outs
to the destitute and poor,
and every year they cried ‘compassion,’
we must always give more.
But almost from the very start
problems arose unforeseen,
hitting home so very hard
in the inner cities.
With welfare checks coming in
there was no need for a man,
didn’t matter if you worked or not,
you’d still have cash in hand.
And the more kids you had alone,
the more money they’d send you,
incentivizing single parenthood,
a horrible thing to do.
Thus the families fell apart,
and for children it sucked,
starting from a broken home
leaves the youth out of luck.
Seventy percent of urban children,
born out of wedlock,
the foundations of society
this situation rocked.
The teenage boys had it the worse,
unchecked masculinity,
with no fathers to reign it in,
leads to criminality
And, of course, these violent gangs
prey on business and shops,
so most just up and moved away,
taking with them the jobs.
Even if you want to work hard
and fight for your escape,
there’s few places left to punch a clock
and earn your daily pay.
All of this the consequence
of an old desire to help,
point out the vicious cycle
and the P.C. crowd all yelps.
They have to see the futility,
yes, I think that they know,
but their only way into office
lies in bribing for votes.
Get a person hooked on hand-outs,
gives you leverage and sway,
“Vote for me on election night,
or the money goes away…”
Well all know this is detestable,
that free men don’t do this,
but long ago some decided it
was a ‘small’ price for office.
The endless cycle now created
is one of grinding pain,
they made cities vote plantations,
and gave people longer chains.
But the future does not have to
be miserable, bereft,
to end this man-made travesty,
turn your backs on the left.
if it's not the hypnosis that get's you
it's the things they do while under
a suggestion of an act the audience doesn't realise
would you go crazy for three days to save the world
and on display is why
men giving birth to pretend babies
people playing instruments that aren't even there
getting drunk on water
being murdered with fake plastic knives
The things some adults do you call adult hypnosis
is seriously enough to prove my case
fighting fire with fire
the stage is set
the actors hired
to take their power back from something
The hypnotist gives a suggestion
down on your knees to pray
the hypnotist gives another suggestion
another one on his knees with a soulbound prayer
the hypnotist hypnotised by his own act
of the excuse of surrender your power
accept this bribe
and reasons why you should go crazy
to save your world from the proof on display
the proof on display a suggestion you can't help but take seriously
there it is right in front of you
witnessing the devil bribing you for you to have an automatic success
when you don't have your own answers
when you are ready to succumb to another man's power
to change who you are
the world was given an alphabet
the letters made into words
your mind your friend and protector
i don't have all the answers for you
no one does, except for the only person you can truly trust
you
relapse into drugs
out comes the pen and paper
to figure myself out
the steps i need to take to take my power back
from a chemical shackling me in addiction's chains
doing this my way with some support
i can free myself from the psychological excuse
of being worthless weak and powerless
to make the same mistake
I know me better than anyone
and you know yourself just as well
the truth will set you free
go to town with honesty
and write yourself out of the psychological sleep of the world's hypnotist
The Choice is Ours
And so here we are on the brink of d-day
This week we will know how our future will sway
The duffer, the bluffer, the candidates with the muffler
Which one of these candidates will we have to suffer
If you voted for friendship go jump in the sea
If you voted for abstract plans you're dumber than they
If you voted for empty promises then that should be fine
Because sooner or later the they will resign
Democracy demands we give them a chance
But this time I think we should join in the dance
Coz whoever they are, the students at the helm
The Gambia College still belongs to us, not only to them
We gave them their seats, the nineteenth you know
We voted them to power between me and you
But whether they prove to be wise candidates or fools
This college is ours so let's play by the rules
Let's not break the law, can we please stand in line
Let's not pull those strings to avoid paying IEC fine
Let's finally get that a red light means stop
Let's not stoop to bribing the poor students cop
Let's be part of the reason our Gambia College is great
Let's be good students before it's too late
Let's serve our great College without hesitation
Let's all work together to build a strong unification
Enough of the trolling, the barbs and the fights
Now let's stick together, stand up for our rights
They might have the seats, the nineteenth we still know
But the College belongs to me and to you
And we're a thousand students, a thousand and plus
At the end of the day, the choice is ours
Until then, make no mistakes
The King
There is a King Who is not of this world
One Who is all knowing and all seeing and of Whom we as humans will have to do,
Who before Him we will stand and give an account of all
we have done in this life, I pray, I’ll be ready how about you?
One, Whose judgment is fair and just,
No, there will be no bribing before His seat,
for He knows the beginning to the end and knows where or not you’re guilty
and will render a swift sentence as you stand at His feet.
One not need to stand before God’s White Throne of Judgment
for Jesus paid this price for one and for all,
it is up to men individually to accept Jesus’ work for their life since
He’s removed the partition between God and man as it was a fixed great wall.
No, He is not just waiting to strike you when you’ve done something wrong
as many have foolishly said,
so Great a King So Great our God, He would only have to stop thinking about you
and we would immediately we would be dead.
He is so far above and not below
the One Who put a bow in the sky as a covenant between Him and man,
and has held back His wrath as time lingered on
to save as many of us as He can.
You ask me, “What do you think about this Great King of Kings”?
Well, I would have to say, my words at the least cannot describe,
the true and lasting beauty, the Glory of One I’ve not seen yet then
for now, I’ll write only in part till face to face I meet Him on High.
Written by: Marilyn S. Jennings
I’ve been approached, to write this Ode, by Michael:
he wants me to identify three traits
of his. I told him, life is just a cycle
of ups and downs. I cited one Matt Gaetz!
“Don’t count on your intelligence,” I said:
you’re bright alright, but that is where it ends.”
“I need a friend to do this,” he admonished.
“You have,” I pointed out to him, “no friends.”
Internally, he’s clever: outside, dead.
If anybody phones him, he’s astonished.
“So tell them, girls mistake me for George Clooney!”
No way. “No doubt,” I said, “You’re polyvalent.
But as for looks, you’re nearer Mickey Rooney.
Yet I’ll concede your literary talent.”
He seemed appeased by this. “Brigitte Bardot
would love the chance to glance upon my sonnets,
and Sofia Loren says she’s read my plays.”
“You live on leprechauns and Easter bonnets,
you sad buffoon.” I truly told him so.
“The nineteen fifties were your salad days.”
“Those times are gone! Get with the modern world.”
“I’ve got a brain, and I can write a bit:
we need another quality unfurled.”
“There’s no more in your favour. That is it!”
We scratched our heads. We pondered. Nothing came.
“I’ll put up money …” “Michael, you’re absurd.
You couldn’t, if you tried, put up a tent.”
The bribing-plan was stillborn. In a word,
he hasn’t got a penny. All the same,
there’s no-one would deny … the guy’s a gent.
Leftism is tyranny,
with no respect for rights,
say a thing against them
you’ll be cancelled that night,
since free speech isn’t useful
if it goes against them,
all while claiming ‘compassion’
to confuse stupid men.
They seek to take your weapons,
cold logic to their thoughts,
knowing if you are disarmed
then all hope will be lost,
Like all dictators past
they’ve come to realize
you can’t be marched to the camps
if you can make them die.
No respect for property,
some say it don’t exist!
Since, if they own everything,
again you can’t resist.
No respect for voting,
with fraud at every turn,
defening the country
with their ballot-printer,
flooding us with aliens
to vote illegally,
bribing those same people
with our cash endlessly,
not caring that this kills
the voices of us all,
don’t want to represent
free souls that won’t play ball.
The very idea of rights
they scoff at all the time,
says they all come from the state,
an idea quite malign,
if rights come from the state
then they were never rights,
rights can’t be taken away,
if they try you have to fight.
They reject the notion
some things are beyond man,
this always leads to tyrants,
since they don’t understand
that without higher powers,
and fear of being judged,
corrupt men think they are Gods,
which leaves everyone f-cked.
Humans are definitely a funny old lot
there are billions and billions of us
but a handful of old white-heads are deciding what’s what
this handful of old white-heads who rule and reign
decide for us what it is we can do, what it is we can say
where it is we can go, what it is we can wear
who we can marry, to whom we can pray
they promulgate our laws, our rules, our boundaries and learning
imprisoning and fining us if we dare disobey
yet render themselves completely immune to all proclamations
bribing and lying when they go astray
they pay themselves obscene sums of money
for keeping us subservient and firmly on track
yet they tax us for this and they tax us for that
ensuring that most of our pay-checks are given straight back
safely ensconced in his citadel of power
a single old white-head
stroking his ego and thumping his chest can make a decision
that leaves thousands and thousands of us brutally dead
I do not understand, it is beyond my ken
how is it possible, how can it be, that only one
of our billions and billions
can cause so much pain and can get so much done
so, I say once again
humans are definitely a funny old lot
there are billions and billions of us
but a handful of old white-heads are deciding what’s what.
in the midst of cartoons
a **** psychology bribing parents
in the midst of your ****
you are deformed by the subliminal messages
in the media of the fame and fortunate
a forgotten memory of esoteric knowledge
the world is this way for a reason
it just took 10 000 years to pull the impossible off
In another world
children in uniforms
passing the devil's brains like a toy
a means to an end to ascend the devil to heaven
and through the crucifiction of this telepathy
to protect your god
to pull off the perfect crime
the confusion of god as she bribed the evil child
with the death of the meaning of life
4000 angels surround her now
singing in the streets might let you know its going down
on her way to hell for killing her child
a demon slayer was born
the angels her reflection
death to the beast
demons drawn to the flame
the changing of the times
the digital brains you sing and purchase for the devil will be replaced by
the transformation of the angel of death
everything happened this way for a reason
it just took 10 00 years to pull off
blood blood
blood blood
blood blood
kill kill kill
it's 3 o c ock
my time flies when your having sex