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They found the smoking dagger
Happiness is a loving family in another city
True friends stab you in the front
He’s a wolf in cheap clothing
He received a decease and desist order
I shot the wind out of his saddle
He’s not the one with his ass in a noose
I’m watching everything you do with a fine-tuned comb
It’s as easy as falling off a piece of pie
Robbing Peter to pay the piper
It’s time to grab the bull by the tail and look him in the eye
You can’t change the spots on an old dog
Step up to the plate and lay your cards on the table
He’s a little green behind the ears
We have to get all our ducks on the same page
The fan is gonna hit the roof
Wake up and smell the coffee on the wall
People are dying like hotcakes
It's as easy as falling off a piece of cake
A stitch in time gathers no moss
He was burning the midnight oil at both ends
It sticks out like a sore throat
It's not exactly rocket surgery
I wouldn’t be caught dead with a ten-foot pole
The sweater was all moth-eared
A loose tongue spoils the broth
You're not the brightest bulb in the knife drawer
I shot the wind out of his saddle
I have a lot of black sheep in my closet
And my all time favourite...
She’s suffering from a detached rectum
A few lines about forks upon the table
Fondue's pronged fork for fingers habile
A taste of life's flavored torgues
Babes brought by the stork
Tough, old meat
Forks
Fork for cake
Tines just for wine corks
Roads that fork and life uncorks
In the end only two tines are stable
A few lines about forks upon the table
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The Butterfly
Hourglass
Think about Robert Frost's Poem "The Road Not Taken"..
Think about playing on words a fork in a road..
Think about putting all your cards on the table..
They agreed to go to their favorite hangout and cigars.
Once they were seated the waiter said that the restaurant had a deal on Italian wine.
In the beginning it was easy, turn the cold shoulder for a few days.
And that was followed by fantastic sex.
He loved to poker her and she carried her part.
But the children came and it was much harder.
They had a full house and the meanness .
The thing that bothered her most was his control issues.
And he believed he ruled over the family like a king.
She always peeked at his hands when they fought.
Whenever he was angry he would clench and unclench his hands.
He knew the relationship was over and he should have folded.
She wanted to lay all her cards on the table.
She had tried hard but when angry her face would get flushed.
They would rake in each others defects and the love died.
The high road was never straight and neither took.
He would raise past issues that were long dead and forget the progress..
He thought he was a stud but the children were his weakness.
He wanted to holdem but she wanted their best.
All she wanted was for him to ante up in the marriage.
They were both bluffing and the love weakened.
If I died in my sleep tonight,
upon reflection ~
I'd only have one true regret.
Though I tried to make
the most of my time on earth,
of course I've fallen short.
And for that I would be sorry.
I should have done more,
I should have been more,
I should have loved more.
Gifts squandered, time frittered,
thinking of all I could have done,
the many dreams left on the table
because I thought someday I'd have time.
Death is sudden with no do-overs
but really, we do know one day it's coming ~
time should never be taken for granted,
death is not supposed to be a true surprise.
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Spawn of the arcane, glutted, she sprawls upon the sands
of mythos. As victims, star-crossed lovers, outcasts,
we have all seen the traces of these nether lands.
Sphinx-like, besotted, she lays among the bodies dashed.
A pixie smith has cast her silver chains, retained her
inside this mystic plane, stained her hide vintage rose.
Among the cards on the table, it is plain; she purrs.
Do you know what she knows; guess, a riddle she poses.
Protection sought from life's trials is at her command.
But, few coupled or single have journey past her grasp.
Unknown, to the unschooled, their senses unused, banned,
Christendom, the sacred fecund grail has miscast.
From Hatshepsut's visage, bound to Sekhmet she's sworn
beware, beware The Chariot's card once it is drawn.
It’s called “Holy War”, “Jihad”,
Murder in the name of God.
Don’t you think that’s odd?
But what is a “Holy War”?
But a contradiction in terms for sure.
Since Caine killed Able,
The cards on the table,
Read “Dead Man’s Hand”.
Blood in the sand,
And blood on the Sun
By fools and tyrants wars are begun,
And not all the killing done,
Is in the name of country and freedom.
It’s the murder of a mother’s son,
The killing of a wife’s husband,
Tearing away of a child’s father or mother…
But God said to love one another,
Not to slay your sister or brother.
Rationalized evil deeds,
Planting foul seeds,
In our innocent young.
Handing children guns,
Taught to shoot the “Unholy Ones”,
Raised on a doctrine of hate,
To sacrifice themselves is their fate.
A “Holy Crusade” for Christianity…?
But there was no Christ in that insanity!
Thousands of years of war,
And what’s it all been for?
There are no real victors or winners,
Just losers, killers, and sinners.
Whether it’s a Holy Crusade for Christ,
Or Jihad in the name of God,
We all must pay the price.
If you kill for religion’s sake you’re a fraud.
Pretending to be doing God’s bidding,
But who do you think you are kidding?
It’s just murder for murder’s sake,
And it’s Satan who your soul will take…
God does not sanction the killing,
Rationalized in his name.
And Christ will not save those who are willing,
To murder innocents doing the same.
Religious zealots commit suicide,
Thinking they’ll still go to Heaven.
But they’re in for a surprising downward ride,
When it’s hell that they will wind up in.
For God is all about peace and love,
Only mankind is capable of hate.
A judgment will come down from above,
And all must accept their eternal fate.
Killing in the name of God or Christ,
Is like rolling snake eyes on the dice.
You can only really lose,
Not only your life, but your soul.
Eternal damnation is the toll.
But if this is the path you choose,
You may live inside a religious ruse,
And let the devil be your muse.
It’s absolute madness on the whole.
You’re flying in the face of God,
And don’t you think it’s a little bit odd,
That He keeps you at His arm’s length,
Though you try with all your strength.
You poor old wretched sod.
I don't think people understand
Why I'm so angry, or why I'm so sad
The problem is neither do I
The feelings of love hard to defy
I'm living in a sea of rage
By boat is sinking, how big the hole is hard to gauge.
Iv got my oars but im not moving
I'm going under, my boat diffusing
Tactile meetings is the plan
The timer ticking, times already began
This has to be done my way to please,
The broken person only my mirror sees
What will be said, the where, what and hows
Can only be done when my mind allows
Hit them with facts is my first goal
How this plays out is in my control
She'll tell me all that i have done wrong
He will say he knew nothing all along
But in the middle both their stories hold truth
They both told a lie, its me they abused
Do I send her a video, cards on the table?
Or should I knock on her door when im able?
Do I send him a 5 page text?
Or do I put any relationship with him to bed?
Iv never been able to say the word dad
Don't get me wrong I know he is bad
But when these teenagers became adults
Why did they lie and harm their child?
So many questions won't be asked
So many answers they will retract
I don't know exactly what I need to hear
But a sorry won't come from "mummy dear"
I can't hate her; I still love her
If she reads my words she will think I'm the monster
But she's a Narcissit, my brain conditioned
To believe she is right, my loyalty i need to reposition
I need to put the thoughts away in my head
Lock the key close it, lay it to rest
My approach to the situation maybe different
When the pain and anger is gone and my thoughts are coherent
Today I felt some passion again
I found myself smiling, my life to regain
The fact that I was able to feel less mad
Means they haven't won, and for that I'm glad
Time is a healer, life moves on
The child they abused I will no longer mourn
But for the girl in the past and for the me in the future
Things have to be said no matter how bitter
I'm going to leave things well alone till then
Build myself and be happy again
I'll never forget all they have done
But for now my life needs to move on ......
Morning At Work
Impaired by his tremors
And a troublesome cough,
He turned fur into felt
Before cooling things off.
He drooled once or twice
And grew cold in his bones,
But he shaped all the felt
Into all of the cones.
Noon
His 'venomous vipers'
Grew restless again
And woke as the toxins
Played games with his brain.
He began to see strange things
And quickly grew scared
When the writing desk swooped
Like a ravenous bird.
Aware that his dark mind
Was now playing tricks,
He quit work forever
At ten shillings past six.
Night
He sat in The Tabard
Where he found time to think.
His skin had turned orange
As he drowned in his drink.
He recalled the sad day
His wife took off her ring
And with her cards on the table
Left to marry a king.
He pined for his daughter
And the party he'd planned
But she followed her mother
To that far-away land.
Later That Night
While carrying a tea tray
Upstairs to his bed
He tripped over his hat
He'd shook off with his head.
He finally came to
Around six the next night
But from that moment on
All his world was not right.
Following a road built on broken dreams
Nothing is as easy as it seems
Through out life comes the rain
only thing is how you hide the pain
There will be times of trail
When you can loose your smile
To just keep on going is for the best
This is the test
Strength is built on broken dreams
Harder than it seems
Love is a wager you might lose
It's all in what you chose
Which way should you go
You never know
But you keep on trying
Leaves some crying
Sometimes life is unstable
Put all the cards on the table
Thoughts of yesterday traps your mind
Looking for answers you may never find
Heading down that street built on broken dreams
You find who you really are
There will be a scar
Try to bare it within you
To yourself be true.
Build your life watch it fall
Will you still stand tall
knowing you stand to lose
Will you still chose
This path built on broken dreams
It's not what it seems
Tears may sometimes come
It tell of where your from
Of things that tried to hold down
Hard not to make you frown
Holding on so tight
Just trying to. Make it right
Hope arises from broken dreams
It's sometimes what it seems
You find time to grow
You must know
Life comes at you fast
Up to you to make it last
While you live among your broken dreams
Coming apart at the seams
Make new dreams
All life dreams
Sometimes you win sometimes you lose
It is all in what you chose,
Do you keep on going
While the pain is still showing
Keep walking down the street built on broken dreams
Or you can build new dreams
Easy as it seems
The sun rises where it pleases and sets where it is destined to go
And there is nothing that you can do about it for nature knows which way the water flows and where the sunlight glows
and when the people join the line and the rain come suddenly and wet the earth’s appetite the moon and the stars will dance in the sky before the asteroid falls to the earth and die.
Here I am sitting on this rock reminiscing all the blessing that America has got, it was not founded upon the sea or on the oracle of Noah and the mysterious golden ark or men struggling in the dark, nor the fountain on which mad men prevail.
America was founded on the blood of innocent men and women,
that fought with sticks and stones, swords and weapon and tarry day and night to conquer the blood stain land upon which the American dream stands.
Millions fought for it and thousands died for it; and when the north and the south were in doubt and the people began to shout, they settle the matter in the open plot with swords stuck in the ground, until the miracle is found.
We have opened our heart to everyone and dedicate our land to the fallen ones, we have invited strangers to come along, but you have sunken your teeth in our children’s flesh and if it wasn’t for mercy you would have strangled them to death and when the nights are cold you run errands to crucify our soul.
We open our border for you to come but you brought the multitude to sing a different song, they start living above their means and so they stifle the American dreams, I will lay the cards on the table once more and open the doors for those that will protect our shores, they too will have a story of how love for our country catapult them to glory.
Here I am on this day, looking far away hoping that good things will come our way, and everyone will meet in their different groups to settle the score and throw the devils through the door. Our foundation is still strong and we will continue to fight to defend our land for this is where our destiny stands.
Keep this day close to your heart and it will remind you of the distance you came and your life will never be the same.