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A conglumalate of comapnies gathered together to Unite
under one banner. The sorted the talents, and ranked : reranked
several Pro Grapplers.both in Kayfade and for-reallie-dough!
They excluded the Juggernaut.
The one the World might envy.
But the saw fit to advertise in markets where they are sucluded and often riciculded.
A straight forward Sports Genred Event.
Was advertsied. The Caption said on this date from now and forever all the world shall speak of _______________ As World Champion! They advertised it like they were from the year. 2033 which is a big deal in some wrestling areas. The Guilds and The Guilded are to compete before an "awaiting " Hungery World!
I think this is a novel concept.
Bravo!
Bravo!
Of
splendid
thrones of
gold
Of
treasures
manifold
Of Sultans
and Shahs
Of Emirs
and Rajahs
Of
jewelled
caskets
or lavish
banquets
Of
sparkling
crowns
and
flowing
gowns
Of kings
and queens
Rulers and
emperors
Of their
subservient
stewards
and
obedient
butlers
Or the
servile
knaves
and
stalwart
squires
Of the
peons and
minions
pages and
pavilions
Of castles
and palaces
of
abounding
gold and
silver
in
ostentatious
regal
splendour
Ah the
fanning
maids in
waiting
Yet to me
one thing
worth
more
noticing
The poet
minstrels
who came
to sing
from afar
for the
queen and
king
For I'd
rather be a
poet for
kings
so to my
tunes
swayed
the
kingdom
than I be
the king
of mere
subjects
and be filled with regal
boredom!
So I could join ranks of
troubadours
and sing for the king
some folklores
For words are the heart of imagination
Inviting to poetic fascination.
(form Troubadour) Ars poetica
Incinerate my corpse when I'm gone,
It might sound weird but it's already decided alone,
Prudent it is,when you offer my wish,
Not to say,you're honouring my departures dish,
Not to think you're paying homage to me as tribute,
That time will I be conscious of not even a rebuilt,
Regard this statements as folly,
Jerk your hand against me wholly,
Yesterday served the world a tasty and bitter plate of pancakes,
We all ate together;everybody got filled as stake,
Today really won't be exempted from pernicious days,
Brought to me a strong and staunch fighters race,
In spite of it not being gendered,it proved a sapient lesson,
Offered me with a boxer's poison,
Stood me at the front line to win,
My fans cheered for a king,
At a tender age,I was solidified with rebel regulations,
"Yeah,...hero of our pride",they screamed in sections,
But I don't think they wish to be in my shoes,
Sniffles and tremble over rules,
"Will you keep your face with so much wounds,
Just because of cheers from fans?",my wife told me,
Offers came in from tight plea,
And wasn't able to refrain from them,
At last,I lost everything;including my wife,
"The end of a man is not defined by a fall",
I always pick this statement as an analogy with confidence,
Nothing was available to excite my child,
Out of frustration,she sometimes makes me appear mild,
Better days ahead of speech,I won back everything,
Renewed home was established together with my daughter,
Possibly,tried to hustle not each other for happiness,
Her mum was not with us,and that kept our souls troubled,
It was strong and sad step rumbled,
We can talk about that later,
If I don't talk about heavy rain falling around me,
"Dad what else do we need aside this son of GOD ,called Jesus?",
She will tell you all dealers,
And memories will groan in wildness,
Causing you to jump over an ocean with matches,
Take off the gloves from my hands,and burn me into ashes,
Because,I'm done with the fighter in a ring.
He is the one, the only King.
All play-mates leave him quite alone.
No matter what morning doth bring,
He tends to play on his I-phone.
Stabbing red buttons, click, click, click,
He is so regal, and oh, so quick!
The king’s son we would never trade.
For this one surely makes the grade.
Not the kind of man to prance or preen,
Always nice to his butler’s aide,
Takes his orders from Mum, Mother Queen.
A robin’s stolen song to sing
And a delicate rose home grown
Could not make more handsome our king
Nation’s own sitter of the throne.
Stacked sky-high like a winter’s brick,
He was quite pleased, this young King Nick.
A handsome lad, a sharpish blade,
Whose butler ruined a parlor maid?
Swear oath, upon his throat and spleen,
Knew nothing of this escapade,
Integrity still clearly seen.
It was his lovely future dream,
To find an app on his cell phone,
Amid magical pink sunbeam,
A scented eagle duly flown.
With a simple ordinary click,
I sneaked a photo of good King Nick.
Talk-chatting up a lovely maid.
Diving into yellow marmalade.
Loveliest girl he’d ever seen,
Hair a curly ebony cascade,
Happy now, he saw future queen.
He found a gold and emerald ring,
With the sweet sheen of abalone.
Was a beautiful jewelry thing.
Forged from a white unicorn’s cone.
Double frothy, and rather thick.
He was satisfied, our good King Nick.
Against green grass, a picture made.
A backdrop sold at each arcade.
Taking photos with rather keen
Ripe selfies around royal glade.
Money-maker, impressing queen.
The queen thought devil phone would ring.
She thought his future duly blown.
Conjured a pretty dove-like wing
A pure one which had never flown.
Feathers so tight and rather slick,
Imagined by his summer creek.
Before, beyond this princely glade,
Ravenous hair, in beautiful braid.
She would make a lovely new queen.
Our Queen Mother rarely now seen.
Blue-eyed beauty is our new queen.
Royal Family led a happy life,
Son with parents, man and wife.
Fraught with goodness, not much strife.
Queen Mother tried to get in there,
Crazy madness, felt everywhere.
King found the girl of his dreams,
But had to give up mother, or so it seems….
a quickening naught I entered a forbidden space
just by stepping off the monorail
he'd beckoned my soul beneath thee garments
of my flesh eagerly I danced to the sultriness
of his willingness to explore mirth
his sudden rapture I suppose oh how selfish
he became wanting needing more and more
why there was no escaping his summons
no matter how I fought back he'd appeared
in familiar faces familiar souls unaware
that he was using their flesh to dance with me
a dapperness a calling charm arousing
my every whim effortlessly an yet sinfully
I adored his attention showering me
with a neediness a lustful gathering that began
with my departing Europe testing teasing prying
invading my thoughts i'd soon come to know haste
he'd bruised my immortal being tampering with desire
had he mastered me had he soiled me
I felt stained he was surely aware thee offering
something inside me emerged unleashing
emotional memoirs cunning tides rolled over
my aching joints I was but flesh in his presence
nothing more i'm afraid an yet
he wasn't at all amused he needed more pleasure
pleasure I tell you leading why surely to eternal death
calmness finalized in unconscious decisions
he'd daintily controlled this dance beckoning
my retchidness tainted by obstruction
pure obstruction of human matter as he bathed me
in a glorious light of confusion daunting task
thee ultimate tactfulness lessons of my living flesh
parched without death an yet a sanctity
quarreling about my emotional art form he'd given me
only rashins of such meaningless need
to feel anything away from my father's house
gravity soon began to empty this space
i'd wandered beyond the heavenly gates
entering a hideous submission I knew full well
would lead very quickly to only hell
entertaining this unholy host
catering to my flesh my soul my best
The lady who cleans the dead
The woman who washed and dressed the body of my wife´s brother came for a visit and to get paid for her service
I noticed the nails of her hands were manicured pink
did she in her daily work touch more dead bodies daily than live ones? She looked beach clean, bet she used gloves when eating lunch.
I made ill at ease, studying her like she was an alien, deeply tanned, this was understandable spending so much time in a cellar full of corpses.
Why had she chosen this profession, perhaps she had studied to be a doctor and failed.
A new idea struck me if I suddenly died, she would clean me, put lipstick on my dead lips, and rouge on my cheeks for a cheap laugh
I smiled broadly at her and nodded to what she said showing my best side, you never know.
Between two worlds, there can be found
A place of beauty, few do seek
An intermittent middle ground
Where life is neither mild nor meek
We easily forget that Unity
Will always be the grandest place to be
It's compromise reflecting humble self
The modesty of love that strengthens health
That brings us to a place of gratitude
That signifies abundant inner wealth
And under threat, the Ego is subdued
The majesty of life between two powers
From edge to edge, we back and forth in Thought
From standing still, the Ego blindly cowers
Afraid of being outed in Selfs court
For as we know, Thought brings to us illusion
Which rarely ends in being our best solution
A lesson which the Ego still is learning
So battered torn and bruised from toss and turning
Why can't you see the damage you suffer?
Extreme to extreme always churning
Whilst Self so modestly does rediscover
The interchange that we can all embrace
Betwixt the outer echelons of life
The challenges of Thought we all must face
And through each one, our Self will surely strife
We will not fall for Ego's plastic ploys
The Shadow smiles and with that Truth destroys
The silhouettes the mind does cast revealed
The Truth of Unity no more concealed
The Ego now exposed does hide its tail
For shame and fear reformed and now repealed
Courage stands where ignorance will fail
The Truth is found within the Interchange
The pause of silence loudly now explained
Polarity, she bows as told her tale
The moral in plain sight, our hopes regained
Courage stands where ignorance did fail
The government and its people stay on antagonistic sides
but what stimulates the rulers’ infidelity to patriotism
can easily be bought by any, over the counter.
They are desperately in need
of sailors to guide through the storm
yet for some reasons,
nurture a belief of so called anointed but empty vessels.
Structural human developments
siphoned by leadership’s exhaust pipes,
desecrating humanity’s sanctuary
for corruption to sell in wholesale.
The public treasury flows down
non-stop even bypassing its bladder,
as materialism and the quest for good life
break all of conscience’s administrative protocols.
Survival instincts undergo inflation
for civilization to suffer a recession
to this end, unity’s objections are overruled
by Nepotism and favouritism.
Social growth is blocked
and always in need of foreign catheter.
A direct current links poverty to the mindset and way of life,
giving a clear evidence of an economy
in desperate need of reconstructive surgery.
Looking at people who are damaged in different ways,
As a mirror that is dropped, broken never the same though a few try.
Broken the pieces that are all there, never can fit as once before.
Impulsive though we are directed by some into the wall knowing
The wall to them is not there.
There are problems in a child's home that you are to blind to see,
Hungry, dirty unkept, ignored by the people like you.
Feral we some at a young age have become, being autistic you never
Knew until I came out and told you.
Being good with numbers at a young age I never was interested in being
An accountant.
So the State covers their ass and tries to deny that you ever existed.
Even though at a much older age, they still tell you lies and seeing right
through
Them, then they get angry and try to use your disability to make you mad
So they can then threaten you with going to jail or even worse some filthy
Mental hospital.
We whom have survived the terrible thing's that have taken the lives of all of
The others,
Makes the few who went to school to become emeshed in the lives of the few
Left alive to cause one more harm then lable you as a wandering mind detached
from
Reality and cull through the few left alive.
Shattered we hide and go to great lengths to remain hidden with out a voice
Or the money to buy one.
We who are the few whom are still alive end up using the pieces from a
different
Broken mirror trying in vain to fix our own unseen by you trying our best not
to give up.
As Emily has said to live without hope trying to fix the wing of a bird that
one holds in
Thier hand that has long since died and shattered though I am I cannot see.
The summer wind took
us both by surprise capturing
my smile as my dress blew in
the breeze with such a floral
ease my heart panted as we
walked upon the shore laughing
forevermore tomorrow may never come
after all holding on to this presence
embrace hush while exploring this warm
evening rush catering to the
fondness of sweet yesterdays
gathering soft petals alongside
the rivers edge meeting you
again here atlast the past
decended right into the ocean
causing giant waves crashing
against the mountain side the
earth shook beneath our feet
tiny bubbles gathering between
our toes splasing our nose leaving
white sand colorful pebbles behind
why we'd promised to be right here
while in this very moment when time
stood still I'd say yes darling I will taking
me in your arms oh honey I do why
the absolute best part of me is loving you
while the brilliant sun kisses the skies
you continue wiping tears from my eyes
caressing me with all your might hold
on tight never let go desire completness
found this blanket of purity ultimate surety
untimliness comforted within our sultutriness
our wondrous life dance of simple pleasures
for they shall always be our priceless treasures