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The warm evening breeze
Caresses my skin as I sit
Beneath the old garden elm.
The chatter of birds echoes
Through the trees as they perform
Their spring mating ritual.
Redbirds, mocking-jays, and hummers
Scurry from limb to limb, jealously
Chasing foe from new-found lovers.
Enjoying the serious antics,
I hear the voice of the mourning dove
Calling its forever mate in the distance.
My thoughts turn to my own mate.
No longer within my sight
I remember your every detail as last seen.
You have left me as a bird in winter:
Sure to return to this nest
As time marches slowly,
And yet I ponder the burning question
Weighing upon my soul.
"Did you take out the trash, Dear?"
My crushing veins.
Its tapping into my tame heart .
And you're to blame .
Strange I'm falling apart
As you open up a wound as
your nails clawing in
Whipping away at my at skin.
I'm sewn up
So you could
pull it out again .
In sight of you
Pain never ends
It's your name etched
in my skin.
Love lava rain
every drops burns on me.
Melting everything away.
Love lava rain
Saw your crude reflection
I never seen
drop burns in me.
As you say my name.
Flesh tightening up.
Regretting
giving you the key
Rough terrain
You spoil the peace
Of my map of anxiety.
Boiling point
Capacity
fondling the heat
that comes off of me.
Sheets are burning once between you and me .
Pictures of us nude.
On the front page of my brain.
Cant delete my internal drive .
Want to erase you from me.
Wanna forget all the love- lava- rain
ENTERNAL SUNSHINE movie
wish it was real today
the burning question
I left at your feet
When I was melting away.
Love- lava- rain
every part of you melting away.
Erase you from me.
Then wash me
clean by rain
Im done with the lava drops
burn on me.
Love lava won't burn so deep
I want love Only
Im done with the lava drops
burning so deep.
Ladies and gentlemen,
Let’s take a moment to reflect on what happened in Venezuela. In the blink of an eye, everyone became a **multimillionaire**—not because the economy was thriving, but because hyperinflation piled up so much worthless money, people could barely carry it. Piles of cash with no real value. It’s a harsh reminder that money itself is not an asset if it can be manipulated to the point of collapse.
So, **where do you put your money?** This is the burning question in today’s uncertain economic climate. We’ve seen trillions wiped out of the stock market, and people are starting to worry. With central banks printing money and stock markets artificially inflated, where do you go to preserve your wealth? What is truly an **asset**?
An asset is something that holds value over time. But to understand how long your asset will last, you need to know two things: its value and the cost to maintain it. The reality is, if you’re holding onto an asset that requires too much upkeep, or worse—its value is tied to a depreciating currency—its lifespan will be cut short.
**Look at what’s happening right now.** The stock market, once soaring, is starting to falter. The markets are high, but we all know the **Feds** are coming. The next **FOMC** meeting will likely bring changes, and many are anticipating interest rates to be cut. We’ve already seen **50 bps points** pinned from previous CPI data, but the big question remains—what’s going to happen with rising geopolitical tensions in the **Middle East**, upcoming elections, and Japan’s interest rates, which have been low for so long?
This brings me to a crucial point: the **acquisition of the right assets.** In uncertain times like these, it’s not about following the herd into the stock market or real estate. It’s about finding assets that will **survive and thrive**. And I believe we’re going to start seeing a shift. We might witness **America considering Bitcoin** as a part of its reserve. Think about it: decentralized, free from the manipulation of central banks, and capped in supply.
Ladies and gentlemen, as we navigate this economic landscape, remember: **it’s not about chasing inflated markets or relying on printed money**. It’s about securing assets that have true value and can withstand the tests of time and turmoil. The future belongs to those who understand this fundamental truth.
Form:
FIG LEAF
The scene – the Garden of Eden.
The characters – Adam and Eve.
The time – the very beginning.
The plot – quite hard to conceive.
For they are the first two people on earth.
Though, where they came from isn’t clear.
They obviously have no parents,
So I’m not sure how they got here.
They both have a sense of decency
And instinctively seem to know
That certain parts of the body
Should not be left on show.
And so they look around them
For something to hide their shame.
It hasn’t escaped their notice
That their bodies are not quite the same.
They find a convenient fig tree
And, much to their surprise,
The shape of the leaves is perfect
And it has them in their size.
They pick one for him and three for her,
I’m sure you can work out why,
And now they can pose for pictures,
No longer self-conscious and shy.
There are two things I always wonder.
I expect you have wondered too.
Did they wear one at the rear as well?
We never see that view.
And the other burning question,
That I’ve often dwelt upon,
Before the days of adhesives,
How did they fix them on?
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One night about a year ago, we heard whimpering at our door.
One of us had to get up and go, didn’t reckon for what was in store.
A dog, with a note “look after our dog we don’t want him anymore.
We know you are good people, we have watched you at the shops.
Some were shaking their heads and demanding all that noise stops.
We saw you give a woman with 4 screaming kids a bag of lolly pops."
Referring to the dog, tied to our veranda lattice, the note went on to say,
"He isn’t a bad dog and doesn’t eat much, its just that he won’t ever obey.
We can’t control him, and he never stops crying, right up to this very day."
It was a cold night, so we brought him in after we finally got him untied.
At midnight he was warmly soaking in the laundry tub, once inside.
To warm him up, get him clean and to kill every flee that we spied.
Wrapped him in an old towel and realized we had a big decision to make.
The burning question, what to do for the poor dog and for our sake.
We hadn’t planned on getting a dog. Quite a responsibility to undertake.
Finally he stopped whimpering, and on a blanket settled down to sleep.
We would sleep on the burning question whether to give away or keep.
In the morning we were surprised, we got up and didn’t hear a peep.
My husband said good morning he called the dog ‘Bandon’ to my surprise.
“Well” he said “he is an A Bandon’d dog,” Which sounded quite wise.
Having a look at him, he was a handsome dog with large bright eyes.
A metal dish we used for BBQ’s had already been painted with his name.
It seemed we had made “our” decision, a majority of one just the same.
He ate well wagging his tail all the while, and when we called, he came.
Now it was time to work out a budget to handle our new expenses.
Dog food, vet, registration, lead and collar Had we lost our senses?
And then the matter of building and fortifying all our gates and fences.
Well that was all a year ago and time has past and I am happy to relate,
We have a terrific friend. If he sees it left open, he closes the gate.
He was a Bandon’d , now daily, for us to get home, he will sit and wait.
We love this little fella, his happy ways give us more than we give.
He learns something new every day. Home is now such a fun place to live.
A bag of lolly pops made us eligible. To those that gave him up we forgive .
Why this inhumane suffering
A constant tale of slaughtering
Innocents who die
Forever in the earth to lie.
Do we need to see far more
All that suffering and gore
Lives of children cut so short
Simple targets used for sport.
Voices shout that guns don't kill
But every day the headlines shrill
Another victim and far more
So many names we can't keep score.
Assault weapons are for war
Inflicting wounds that burst with gore
When will we all say 'enough'
A word too many find so tough.
If there's one thing we need to grasp
The burning question we must ask
Is our indifference complicit
With so much misery explicit.
While we posture and debate
Lifeless bodies lie prostrate
Have they truly died in vain
For a freedom quite insane?
Bitter and corrosive
Not like lemon juice-or vinegar
Like battery acid
Consumptive
Skin falling off bone
Glass house dreams crunching under haste
Consuming
Bone evaporating to ash
Notions of forever lost on the wind
Anger and dread
All encompassing
Screams trapped in lungs
Torment
Because they never loved you after all
And maybe- just maybe
No one is capable of loving you the way you love
And your sentenced to a life of loneliness
And it's like drowning, and burning, and falling-
And suffocating and imploding
And it just is and isn't,
A burning question-
Probably better unanswered
But you ask it anyway
And the thoughts and emotions do summersaults-
And have fists fights in your mind
Scratching at the steel bars on your brain trying to get out
But if they escaped you wouldn't have anything to keep you up at night
Salty and sour
Not like tears dripping in your mouth
Like a fist full of dead sea salt
Fragile
A heart that couldn't break any longer
Just a pile of dust
Gone
Giving yourself to the darkness
The skeletons sitting in the living room instead of hidden in the closet
Heart ache
All encompassing
Screams trapped in lungs
I decided today
To become a model outright
Not one that walks the runway
But one that walks through life
Someone that others can follow
Not a leader per sa
But one that sets higher standards
Of morals along the way
One who is a prime example
In the way that things are done
Who's opinion isn't like the wind
So he can receive the praise of man
I'll be a model that gets my wisdom
From the greatest book that's ever been written
Sharing the reason that it was given
Bringing to Earth that peace of Heaven
When asked the burning question
Of what would Jesus do
The example in me they will see
Time and again through and through
For I feel the time has come
Yes I feel the time is now
To open up to what needs to be done
To let this model out
That is why today I decided
To become this model outright
Not another one that walks the runway
But one that stands up and walks through life
Tell me mummy
may I play with
baby brother today?
Not yet honey
he's too small
he might fall.
Wait another day.
Comes another day.
Mummy may I play
with baby brother today?
Stll too young babe
maybe another day.
And the next day came
but the answer remained the same.
The little girl felt sad
she had a question to ask
of baby brother Rad.
Oh happy day when mummy says
you may play with him today.
Eyes shining, heart racing
so happy that they could play
for one burning question
in her little heart lay.
Tell me brother mine
she asks looking into his cot
what does God look like?
for I've sure forgot
I've been away awhile you know.
Coo...coo....gurgle ... gurgle.
the baby crooned.
The little girl's smile lit up the room
as she heard the familiar tune.
I remember now she cried
eyes dancing with glee.
I remember His smile.
Those are the words God spoke to me
once upon a time
when I held His hand
and skipped beside Him
through the bluest skies.
A tale of a lady in waiting.....
Emily did speed dating,
For her swain she is waiting,
Emily, anticipating,
Hopes fantasising,
Are her nuptials nearing?
Is today that diamond appearing?
Shall she have a solitaire ring?
Preceding her white wedding?
Now her swain is appearing,
He has a burning question,
She waits for his suggestion,
She's the lady in waiting,
Is her swain proposing?
"Emily, Emily, Emily,"
He sighs heavily,
"Here is my question burning,
I ask my soul's deep yearning."
Emily waits for a diamond ring,
"Emily, Emily, Emily,"
Swain whispers breathily,
The lady is waiting.....
"Can you marinate chicken wings?"
He yells angrily,
"That's rude, that's crude!
That's the last time I see you!"
Now her own wings she is marinading,
Does she resume speed dating?
Does Emily ever stop dreaming?
Solitaire ring anticipating,
The lady is waiting....
The lady is waiting....
And waiting, and waiting, and waiting.......