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Faced my demons out there a couple times
Counted all my blessings like a few rusty dimes
Try to rely on the truth behind the lies and feel free to roam around here
I hope you find your home and be an independent spirit with cheer
After all is said and done,
We put each other through hell and fun
Farewell to the ugly truth that slowly transform to lies
Dwell with me in the bottomless ocean of lows and highs
You'll see the light at the end of the tunnel
You're the one that I've been looking for
I pray you'll be guided by a cherishing channel
You'll found your shelter that's in store
You crash into me simultaneously
You fade into the blackness suddenly
I'm shaking like an autumn leaf
Give me Your relief, not your grief
I've fought all my inner wars and I'm a champion for once
Your whispers bleed through me and honestly, it haunts
It haunts me in my silent slumber and my sweet arising
All that you're saying is genuine and surprising
I will remain strong and vigilent through it all
I'm frozen inside with unbearable appall
Resilience and zealousness shields me from the dark forces
Won't you save me from the sorrow that courses inside me - my fretful soul is set free like a hundred horses
I will be honest with you this time forth and forevermore -
You're the one that led me to the corridor of passion that I adore
You're never a waste of time and space, my priceless dear
I can't deny the tears I have shed for you for so long, I fear
Faced my demons again and again
I am as durable as a thousand men
Endure the demise of our good times
You're as precious as Nursery rhymes
No woman no man
A woman gave birth to you,
A woman gave you the first milk of life,
In a woman's womb,
Was you first world,
And yet you beat her,
Oh what a coward,
Where were you,
when Tyson was on the ring?
When were you,
when Muhamed Ali,
Was the best world box champion?
On a woman's flesh,
you show your ugly strength,
A strength of waste,
No woman no man
A woman is a soul healer,
A woman is a soft and beautiful human,
A woman loves with out a cost,
And yet you rape a woman,
Oh coward,
When will you,
ever be brave to love a woman?
Guess the value,
of a woman means nothing to your soul,
Or do you find yourself ,
strong to hear her scream in pain,
Like you laugh In your stupidity,
No woman no man,
A woman is a being,
that represent spirituality,
A woman's heart is so beautiful,
She understand love,
in a greater sence,
A woman foresee,
a furture unseen,
Her humour is one of a kind,
Yet like a believe,
they are made mere house keepers,
I wonder who set this rule,
Or was it truly God made?
No woman no man
How can you be a man,
without a woman?
A real man,
understand the value of a woman,
Like in the family,
They say,
a father is the head of the house,
That keeps wondering,
how can a head stand,
with out a neck, the mother,
No woman no man
One that disrespect,
a woman,
is not worthy to be a man,
The mystery behind loveing,
a woman is only on the heart,
of a wise man,
Like a bitter truth,
Life is ugly with out a woman,
Creation stops,
if women exist not,
How you can imagine,
To exist with out a woman,
On this note I realise
No woman no man
MELIORISM
This world stings like the scorpion,
And I will not filter in her tears,
This I said because I’m a champion,
Only throwing jabs, it really wears!
Like the faeces of a chameleon,
She stinks in her odourless sheers,
Truly this world bites in oblivion.
And never to be seen in klaipeda _
The elysian sky has deceived me,
Leaving behind their propaganda;
This dark ominous mangles me...
The tenet of retronym in obscurity,
Why we can walk without security.
The quell for fairness may wither,
As we skulk in together!
The gargoyle mole of pains...
Hardship is loose and unfettered;
As we wallow in this sane oneiric,
That never sought for the kindred,
Of conflate moth of harangue...
The axiomatic mild of the youths,
The automatic bunkum in heroism,
The cosplay to this hilarious pains,
The syringe to my bitter whinge.
To saudade for the shadows of life,
A vain wait for meliorism!
When will it get back bitterly better?
"I ain't gonna be nothing,
Cos it seem like f'ever I've been longing."
Tears in the eyes, phlegm in the nose,
Skin so sore, malady of the toes.
Helter-skelter, yet, nothing to show for,
Studied chemistry and physics what have I got?
I've got nothing, but walking,
Turning like a wheel, with no Boris,
Fishing and hunting, yet no prey,
A thousand padlocks and just two keys.
Governments say what they won't do,
Making us seem as big fools,
Manifestoes, flap-doodles;
Serving trimmed rubbers as noodles.
"Eat, eat, eat" they bade us,
Proud to champion course unjust.
Queen of s, Lord of tongues,
Sharpened bolox, Seasoned guts.
Now they stand as the saviours,
Voice so high, dreading as thunder.
More they speak, more they hunger,
Nourished with lies, growing fatter.
What do we do, what are should?
'nough of savagery, 'nough being fooled.
Hey hey hey I'm talkin' you.
You you you you you you you.
Y'all wake up, wake from slumber,
'Nough of dearth, 'nough of hunger.
We goan be sleepers death after,
Now eyes are open, why the scar?
If its dirt they're tissue papers,
Come for bucks, here is a dollar,
Buy the one which is cleaner,
Use it on your eyes and see clearer.
You should now see, yea better,
Humans like you claiming beggars.
Those then begging, now are loiters,
Those then loitering, now are robbers,
Those then robbing, now are killers,
Those then killing, now are prisoners,
Those then in prison, met their demise.
And on and on, Same thin' O'er and O'er.
And we live on in myopia,
Till perhaps come the rapture.
Now we need revolution,
Bundle up and throw out corruption.
Right in our palm is solution,
But we've been feared by confusion.
Change prior to conviction,
Let's agitate for lib'ration,
Kill who should die as oblation ;
Those who're swimming in corruption.
For e'ery bribe they get commission,
E'en loot their congregation,
Loaning 'em to indecision.
Spare no seed of transgression.
Even the bible make no exception ;
The book of proverbs even in extension,
In chapter six verse eighteen makes a correction:
Only the death of the innocent is a transgression,
But of the wicked? Sure purification.
The first two lines would come no more,
If we do what is right as we ought.
19:08:17:18:35
Ancestor. Ancestral Pen. We, You, I.
Ali once said that he lived the life of 100 men.
I can float like a butterfly and sting like a bee.
Once upon a time,
I wrestled an alligator and tackled a polar bear.
Still, I accomplished all that
in broad daylight on top of the Himalayas mountains.
While I rumbled with the mighty lion in the African jungle.
Lord, I'm so fast and pretty and I cannot be stopped.
I can stick and move, as I dance on my feet.
So, just watch me do my Ali Shuffle
As I knock you out in round number 3
Man, nothing can stop me,
not even a gorilla, not even a fast freight train!
I can't be moved because I am a mountain.
Because I am the greatest of all times
Yes, I am the greatest champion of the world.
Still, I have been blessed by almighty God.
While I am in the boxing ring,
I pray to God for peace and strength to be victorious.
Ali will always be my hero,
Yes, he is the greatest heavyweight champion of the world,
Muhammad Ali
Because we know saints are born and not made
Lord, he shook up the world with his lightning-quick hand speed and dancing feet.
Unfortunately, Muhammad Ali departed from this world, thus he died at the age of 74.
He seemed frustrated
His grasp of learning
traditional wrestling
and what is called new
-age wrestling and
Modern style. He approached
Both his gimmick and style
as his personality. He saw
Himself as a grappler with all
The advantages. Those with
height, weight,agility, power and
speaking ability. Seemed to
Out shine him.But he always
managed to get through obstacles
without problems. When he was
gifted with a World championship
Opportunity, used basic manuvering
and skill to achieve his goals.World
Heavyweight champion are the last
words he heard, when a man rushed
the ring and " Chopin Cussgrinned"
( Oreintal sleeper) to the mat, he said
he didn't see him at all.
They wanted me to change my style
and the way I approached bouts. I
Remember coming to the locker room
and one of the undercard Grapplers
looking at me and saying " oh it's you"
I thought these men as satan's trying
to make me loose my composture.
This know named buster, used a taped
Brass knuckle and left me semiconscious
In the locker room. I had to forfeit my
Title from a officials decision when I
Couldn't answer the ring announcers
request to be in the ring. They held the
title up for nine days, giving both me and
the number one contender co- ownership.
I won but that jerk got the best of me.
And until I hired a manager I never even
Knew his name!
A problem with fundamentalist short-circuits
is their Left-dominant tendencies
over RightBrain polypathic-polyphonic resonant feelings.
Fundamentalism shrinks Left-RightBrain Both-And
WinWin ecopolitical thinking,
strategizing,
democratizing,
domesticating,
creolizing.
For example,
imagine your nationalistic domestic policies
to pit those who victoriously have
against marginalized and criminalized lepers,
parasites, really,
in your not-so-humble,
vaguely fascist,
opinion,
are not going so well
as you might have Republican conservationally predicted.
You need something
you know everyone, of importance, will champion,
so you point out that transgenderal confusions
are not appropriate to military-industrial's bottom-line
compete unto death
monoculturing focus.
Transgenders must, then, be an unnecessary economic liability
and political loyalty risk
because they aren't decisively anything fundamentally patriotic,
much less appropriately straight patriarchal.
Unfortunately,
for the fundamentalist Either-Or nonthinker,
without richly constant and diverse healthy relationships
with any ecopolitically multicultural depth,
what might sound like a political big win
over little inconsequential losers,
breaks down with actual one-on-one experience.
The anti-transgender agenda
breaks down because too many sergeants
and corporals,
lieutenants leaking counter-factuals
to admiring admirals
and generalist generals
about the long history
of incredibly excellent military-industrialized service
individual transgender personnel
in the thousands
have delivered in the past,
unlike a dysfunctional bicameral Congress
and a sociopathological White House;
whether a swampy, witch-infested dump,
or not.
Transgender co-intelligence
tends to understand
cooperative media economies
and political persuasion.
That's a bicameral nest of honey bees
you don't want to fundamentalistically mess with,
because they will make you look politically stupid
and economically bereft of moral integrity.
It's rather like believing health-assurance climates
of care-receiving
and for mutual healthcare-giving
is just a Democratic women's eco-survival issue
when your own nationalistic patriarchal prostate
is growing in a cancerous viral,
self-imploding,
wu-wei.
Success is a mindset not a skill or a trade,
it’s the focus that says go again and be brave,
facing up to mistakes instead of running away,
breaking down weakness until it is a strength
Don’t judge others through negative eyes
when others fall down you do not rise
improving yourself can’t be done telling lies
losers are fake people living life in disguise
Comparative speaking must focus on you
from being hopeless to knowing what to do
when things go badly just carry on through
find more out of nothing you’ll be a champion too
Being big headed about things you achieve
is the path that will lead you to never succeed
be driven to improve it’s a healthy greed
just don’t think about it but always believe
He hit the ball and run
Aiming for a touch down
But the wind is carrying his shoe
that was custom made to fit his feet for the game
The dope is sewed up in his gum
And that is what gave him the final home run
Your team is weak, you ambition is cheap
But destiny will reveal your secret
I have thought hard and long,
How you became the champion
You fire the coach, you meddle in dirt
And you cheat your way to the top
But destiny will put you straight to the back
The other team is a better team you
And I hope that their dreams will come through
You have disgraced your devoted team
To fulfill your political dreams
you have no talent and you issue unfair judgement
And you have zero knowledge about everything
your strategy is deceptive and agonizing
You might win the game
but your dignity is covered in shame
Stop playing dirty games.
From the Desk of:
From the Trash Bin of:
Book or Notebook of:
while washing skillets in a stream near
any inanimate object that an actor interacts
Bolero-Set a set of equipment made for salible marketing
Hot Dog Push Cart Workman 200 Series Vintage
2 Working cartes
this guy is Champion among all men. Under a grand
the equipment is post listed under a grand!
One of Those self satisfyingly service sausages cartes.
Mobile Hot Dog Cart Trailer Food Concession Vending Kiosk Stand.
The big Drip!Hautbois strawberr
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originating in central Europe and Asia, with small round fruit.
Origin of the word:Frag
1 tablespoon brown sugar
2 teaspoons sage
1 pinch ground cloves
¼ teaspoon marjoram
Freshly ground nutmeg
Finely grated garlic cloves
Instructions:aria x ananassa ‘Pineberry’
Even within the right boundaries
Renditions of elegant Posturing
More so then Not.
Tricks of a highly effective design
1 tablespoon brown sugar
2 teaspoons sage
1 pinch ground cloves
¼ teaspoon marjoram
Freshly ground nutmeg
Finely grated garlic cloves
1 pound ground pork
1 teaspoon salt (adjust based on pre-salted meat)
1 tablespoon water
1 teaspoon fennel seed
1 teaspoon oregano
1 teaspoon rosemary
1 teaspoon red pepper flakes
1 teaspoon black pepper
1 tablespoon dried parsley