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"measuring years"
how do I measure the years
do I start at the beginning or the end
will it cover the many tears
anger and bitterness I will not defend
just let me be to have my mind
as the years of pain are intertwined
years one and two and counting are gone
I know there will be a new dawn
I know all has been rearranged
as I somehow become withdrawn
life has changed
I manage to get through the years
as I learn to pretend
and somehow work through all the fears
still anger and bitterness I will not defend
I sit and watch my life being defined
through all the years combined
with all the medical treatment undergone
the curtain of life is being drawn
I am told everything is unchanged
yet I remain withdrawn
life has changed
time passes as I hide the tears
a new life is always around the bend
month after month until it becomes years
while on the physical and emotional mend
space and air seem confined
as the life once lived is behind
and the feeling is of being alone
all that is needed is for the anger to be gone
I look in the mirror and see I have aged
for no reason I lash out at everyone
life has changed
a new day begins after four and five years
the years one two and three are seen to the end
still there are days of tears
still there is anger and bitterness I will not defend
it is hard for the mind and body to unwind
as I continue to watch the life I left behind
I keep searching for a new milestone
with every being in my bone
I feel I have been shortchanged
that the world has won
life has changed
now is the time of six and counting years
will I ever reach the changing bend
will this altering life stop the tears
my life of old I will not pretend
years of passing are still intertwined
and my being today is how I am defined
it is true that yesterday is gone
I cannot let bitterness continue to be drawn
my view of life must be rearranged
and view the paintings of a new dawn
life has changed
now the story has been told
as measuring years is getting old
I continue to search for a new view
as there is so much to attend to
while life has been rearranged
this is certainly true
life has changed
SkyWatcher - 10-08-08
On wings of twilight her hopes flew away
As day eagerly swam into night
Simply had not been a wonderful day
Stars in the sky were a glorious sight
Filling ethereal heavens completely
Showing her optimism so sweetly
Feelings of pure love were in the air
Could she forgive herself? Would she dare?
Evil doubts within her soul began to ring.
Her emotions were not easy to share
Contemplation is a heartfelt thing.
She sat by river on the south side bay
Figuring out how to make angry thoughts right
Gentle ideas escaping for sighs far away
Glowing in her dendrites, bits but so bright.
Plugging in gaps ever so casual and neatly,
In a manner as to not defeat thee,
Yes she had been betrayed, flayed full bare.
Could she release this anger now? Could she dare?
She had been the victim of a masochist’s fling
This humiliation she was not ready to share.
Contemplation is a heartfelt thing.
Gathered sorrowful ideas in a unique new way.
Determined to obliterate the blight.
Exploded with truth, mighty pen had its say.
She wrote down sad feelings into the night.
Enjoying her perch down by the sea,
And shade of a tiny bonsai tree,
Self feelings smiled, she remembered to care.
She had been lured to an evil one’s lair.
Feelings of worthlessness began to sing.
Forgiveness of self is now parading in air.
Contemplation is a heartfelt thing.
Joined momentarily by a fat hopping blue jay,
She knew what she had penned was amazingly right.
She reveled in daylight sun’s prettiest ray.
Watching the jay ‘til he flew out of sight.
Feeling this instant she was at long last free.
Absolved of blame by God’s glorious sea.
As she wrote it down and began to share,
Her heart was lifted by daybreak’s hopeful air.
Doubts flung out by a David’s giant sling,
Writing was cathartic, easy to bear.
Contemplation is a heartfelt thing.
With a hidey ho and a hey, hey, hey,
She followed her bliss with all of its might.
Her words of truth were now in full display.
She knew she would sleep better that night.
Feelings of relief had overcome thee.
She recovered her soul life down by the sea.
The rest of her life seemed more than a bit fair.
For herself, she again started to truly care.
Warm heart full of hope began to sing.
Possibility of true love now in the air.
Contemplation is a heartfelt thing.
Do you realize that your "LIFE IS IMPORTANT": SO BE IT AND SO IT IS!Will you in your understanding realize and try to have some "Happiness" and have "GOOD INTENTIONS" for your fellow human beings? Bad intentions for your fellow human beings ,no matter what their "Religious Faith" sends "The One With Bad "Intentions to "Hell for "Eternity"!!!!!!! Your "SOUL and SPIRIT "is "IMPORTANT",so strive and keep that thing in.........tact.......run and tell that!!You ought to run and "TELL THAT"! Jesus Christ came "OUT" from "GOD"!The "HOLY SPIRIT"came out from "THE LORD GOD ALMIGHTY": THERE IS "ONE SPIRIT"and that is "THE SPIRIT IS THE SPIRIT THAT CREATED THE ONLY BEGOTTEN SON OF THE LIVING GOD WHO IS JESUS CHRIST!THE HOLY SPIRIT CAME OUT FROM GOD JUST LIKE JESUS CHRIST!"The "ONE HOLY SPIRIT"is going to "TAKE OVER""EVERYTHING" FOR "THE LORD GOD ALMIGHTY"WHOES "HOLY NAME IS "JEHOVAH" WHO "ALLAH" PRAYS TO!ALLAH PRAYS TO JEHOVAH WHO IS "SOVEREIGN",as "LORD GOD ALMIGHTY OVER ALLAH OR ANY WHO CALLS THEMSELVES "GOD"!ALLAH OR ANY GOD GETS ON THEIR KNEES ,AND "PRAYS TO "THE HOLY NAME OF THE OF GOD "JEHOVAH" !LOOK up the names of god and you will find that ALLAH is "NOT" a name of "GOD"! ALLAH is a GOD that must pray to"THE HOLY NANE OF THE LIVING GOD"WHO IS "JEHOVAH"!LOOK up the names of god,and allah "IS NOT A NAME OF GOD"!Your "BODY is "Important",and you may drink so you must think,and be concerned about that body,aqnd keep it healthy,and not let it stink from too much drink!!!!!It is "IMPORTANT" to be ,,"LOVING",SINCERE,COMPASSIONATE,and "HAVE GOOD INTENTIONS"or you will "DIE"!!!!! BAD INTENTIONS LETS YOU DIE EARLY FOR THOSE WHO TREAT YOU"GOOD"!!!!!!!IT IS "IMPORTANT TO HAVE "GOOD INTENTIONS FOR THOSE WHO YOU COME IN CONTACT WITH OR "THE BAD "INTENTIONS THAT YOU HAVE FOR THOSE YOU COME IN CONTACT WITH WILL COME TO YOU AND YOUR FAMILY WITHOUT FAIL FOR SURE!"ACHIEVE SOMETHING GOOD" SO THAT "YOU AND YOUR FAMILY WILL BE A PART OF THAT WHICH IS "BEAUTIFUL"!!!BAD INTENTIONS FOR A PERSON WHO IS ACHIEVING SOMETHING GOOD WILL SEND THAT PERSON TO "HELL"FOR SURE :NO MATTER WHAT THEIR WORK OR PROFESSION! THAT IS GOOD!TAKING AWAY "WOMENS RIGHTS" BY "REPUBLICANS" WHO TRY TO MAKE "THE U.S.A" LIKE AFGANISTAN IS REALLY WHY REPUBLICANS WILL BE VOTED OUT OF "POLITICAL OFFICE FOREVER!
He enters looking bedraggled, tired and worn out, his skin like Vellum, blank and pale. Lifting his eyes to catch their gaze he gives a slight nod to acknowledge their presence. He scans the room as he would a poem, looking for an Indent that leads to a quiet corner. A half-lit light casts a shadow on the flock wallpaper, (ink stained)! He sits hidden from view, away from plagiaristic eyes. Head in hand scribbling while listening for a new word. A muse sings, emanating an un-heard Beat that guides his rhythm while searching for that elusive vowel. On the floor a scattering of pencil shavings and broken lead... frustration at the loss of an adjective, the Half-Rhyme squeezes like a tourniquet on the brain...
Frustration runs high as Enjambment slips off the stage and gathers in reflective pools. The Lady Pastoral reads an Elegy to the passing of Sir Rondeau Redouble, he lead a very lonely life, ascending and then diminishing becoming less Didactic, the Footle holds a Lantern for the loss, while the Limerick found it quite humorous.
At the bar a Stanza of poets gather, disciples of Villanelle, and regale of their latest triumphs in Womans Quarterly. The Epulaeryu's compare their Diamante while eating their babba ghanoosh. At the pool table the movers and shakers decant opinions on the latest 'form' something to do with A.E.I.O.U...Acrostic looks it up and down looking puzzled, Blank Verse remains silent. They dissect, analyse the entrails, the faint hearted look a little Grook. The atmosphere is tense, Verbs drift like dust in the light, causing confusion, they mop their brows with a tired Senryu, the Haiku has little to say on the matter...
A Quintain of intellectuals quietly sit, the Sicilian sipping slim line Monoku's ( no ice ) hoping for a Couplet before the end of the night. On a stool sits the barfly spilling his Bio over the counter top exposing an Ode-ious life, (Metaphorically speaking). On stage the hottest group in town, Chant Royal and the Syllables...singing their latest Sestina, the notes drift across the room resting on the floor, congealing into a Poet-tree fountain, they feel at home as the last act MC McWhirtle enthrals with his Ballad, the barman Ric Tameter calls time, the evening is a Rap, the club is Epic...
"CROCK" DOSSENBERG McHENRY
WITH " SATAN'S WHISPER" BAMM DANGLES
WITH TRY TO OUT WREST
BLONDIE HANNLE VIOSSOLLE'
IN A SIX MAN TAG
" REDBONE" MADDOX MUMBLE
"JINGLE DEZ" GLASTON WHITE
&
" THE HAVNNACITY" MUSCLEMAN
VERSES
"SHEIK" FATIMAH ATATURK
" THE ONE WHO IS" OBADIAH GALSTROM
&
" HOTEI" KURUSHIMI ARAHANT
THE MAIN EVENT
THE WORLD'S HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP
WILL BE ON THE LINE
AS TWO CONTENDERS BATTLE
FOR THE VACATE UNIFIED CROWN
REPRESENTING
NEW CANADA WORLD OF WRESTLING
BRAZILIAN ALL PRO WRESTLING
REGION JAPAN WRESTLING
U.S. NATIONAL TERRITORY PRO WRESTLING COMPANY
MEXICO PRO AND SOUTH AFRICAN COMPANY
FORMER ALL PRO WRESTLING COUNCIL CHAMPION
" IRON CLASP" RENO RHELMN
VERSES
REPRESENTING
ALL CHINA PRO WRESTLING
NATION JAPAN INTERNATIONAL WRESTLING INC.
RUSSIA PRO ENTERTAINMENT
(COMBINED) CANADA & GERMAN ALLIANCE OF WRESTLING CO.
NEW FEDERATION OF WRESTLING ORGANIZATION
PRO LEAGUE OF MEXICO
BRAZIL WRESTLING ASSOCIATION
MUSIC CITY ALL STAR TITLE CHAMPION
TELEVISION WRESTLING NORTH CITY CHAMPION
" FLAMBOYANT" FLANK BRISTON
I am homeward bound
Lusty thoughts, for the love I miss
It’s a surprise, I am coming ‘round
I’m expected two days beyond this
Being away, day after day, left a hole
Being away, hollowed my soul
I rush towards your embrace
Already I envision smile, upon your face
Desire I now attack
My heart, with I, on highway race
Your gleam of eye twinkles, inside this nights black
Years of unity, love’s solid, sound
Closer, skittish, nervousness
The home stretch, I’ve now found
I accelerate, craving caress
Home in sight, on I roll
With thoughts of my angel, asleep sole
With her in bed, only emptiness occupies my space
I will fill that void and hold her grace
Never again will our love lack
My minds quarrel and love erase
I arrive home, it’s silent, black
I climb the stairs, feet create no sound
As you sleep, your lips, I will kiss
A greater beauty walks not, on these grounds
Creak open the master door, sudden distress
A stranger lies, my loves heart, stole
Pain takes my mind, to the gallows pole
Stunned by the disgrace
Instant horror, rage, I cannot replace
A mans breath crawls my baby’s back
My love and my girl I debase
My world fades to black
My breath vanishes, my pain makes no sound
I beg for a why? This has come of my happiness
Pain in my chest, built a mound
I will avenge this
My eyes, my mind, my heart, are now coal
Two lives for taking become my goal
Three counting me, these lives come waste
No control, rage in haste
This grief will not retract
This sinister situation, I will level at face
All good, has gone black
My emotions, stresses, compound
Creation of plan, slick aggressiveness
I muffle my screams, my conscience drowned
Satan shows face, he wouldn’t miss this
I, no longer in control
Heed order from the devil
Quickly, I spin about face
My entry steps, I then retrace
A fetch of gasoline before I turn back
Fire shall consume their sleeping space
Delighting evils’ mind of black
She sleeps at peace, under satin sheets, negligée of lace
But peace is ’bout to be replaced
A match stick comes alive, with a crack
Gasoline tossed, upon your lips, in sleep you taste
Match tossed, flames dance and light the black
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….
HE READ WHAT WOULD BE CALLED THE
"ROLL CALL OF CHAMPIONS"
THE COMPANY NAMES THAT COMPRISE
THE TALUS, AND THE SANCTIONING BODIES
THAT RECOGNIZED THE TALUS CHAMPION AS
THE PREMIER CHAMPION IN WRESTLING
THE PRESTIGE OF HOLDING THE MOST
PRESIGESES PRIZE IN THE WORLD!
......KENTUCKY CHAMPIONSHIP
......THE CANADIAN CHAMPIONSHIP
......SOUTH ASIAN WRESTLING CHAMPIONSHIP
......ALL FRANCE WRESTLING CHAMPIONSHIP
......MEXICAN WRESTLING ELITE WRESTLING CHAMPIONSHIP
.....NEW BRAZILIAN WRESTLING CROWN CHAMPION
.....THE GREAT NORTHWEST WRESTLING CHAMPIONSHIP
....... NEW CHINA CHAMPIONSHIP WRESTLING
.......BRITISH GOLDSTONE TROPHY
......ALABAMA WORLD PRIZE WRESTLING CHAMPIONSHIP
......NEW YORK STATE AND JERSEY SHORE WRESTLING CHAMPIONSHIP
.....NEW GROUND APPALACHIAN CHAMPION
......HOLLYWOOD WRESTLING CHAMPIONSHIP
......CUBA NATIONAL WRESTLING CHAMPIONSHIP
.....NATIONAL WRESTLING ASSOCIATION WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP
......AMERICAN WRESTLING ALLIANCE WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT WRESTLING CHAMPIONSHIP
....NEW GUINEA ALL PRO WRESTLING MERCHANT CHAMPIONSHIP
......MARYLAND FIGHT PRIZE CHAMPIONSHIP
....... ALL TEXAS NATIONAL WRESTLING ASSOCIATION WORLD TITLE AND MEXICO CITY CHAMPIONSHIP
......PUERTO RICO WORLD WRESTLING COUNCIL WORLD WIDE WRESTLING CHAMPIONSHIP
.......sOUTH AFRICAN AND UNIFIED EGYPT CHAMPIONSHIP
.....RUSSIAN NATIONAL WRESTLING COUNCIL CHAMPIONSHIP
....MONGOLIAN WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT WRESTLING TITLE
....INDIA NATION NATIONAL WRESTLING TROPHY
....GERMAN WRESTLING AFFILIATE "CROWN OF WRESTLING CHAMPIONSHIP
WORLD WIDE WRESTLING'S WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP
THESE ALL COMPRISE WHAT WE RECOGNIZE THE WORLD OVER AS THE TALUS CHAMPION THE ULTIMATE WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION
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THIS WAS TO CALL ATTENTION TO THE STAKEHOLDER MEETING IN CANTON OHIO TO FINALIZE THE SCHEDULE FOR THE TALUS CHAMPION AND HIS OPPONENTS. tHEY WERE SEARCHING FOR AN INDEPENDENT COMPANY TO SANCTION THE MATCHES FROM STATE TO STATE AND COUNTRY TO COUNTRY
They could have ranged together foreever, in just that way
The moment of experience, un-cloaked and with innocent play
In co-creation perfect, when the Lord frequently appeared With approval and fulness of strength, and nothing he feared
Since Abel was able. That is all. Competent and true. Simple and decent.
With no agenda or aim, no cunning ploy, singing what had been recent
In the fore of his mind, as he practiced a tune sung by the Maker
It had all of the elements; a good sung to song (sing) and when beat out by a Shaker
gave to Abel the feel of the Valley floor, sauntering through the trees
Knowing which ones best to climb or to rest upon, which ones visited by bees
And those buzzin' along too added fervour and charm to the song
Made stacatto by the wounded woodpecker, fizzured by the waterfall, and then a throng
Of Quacking Ducks gave ascent to the melody with abstract acclaim
Each creature adding intensity of sound to the natural symphony that even rain
Could not anull the effect which Abel hummed about him in ambling grace
Setting the Gardens creatures to echoe his voice, even the ripple of its trace
As such, the butterfly caught up with the lad as he approached a quiet brook
The horsefly darted about; reflected on the water he could see his crook
It was one that the Lord had given him, in person, a kind of reward
The Master had told him--Abel recounted; that, to be a bard
Is the highest calling placed upon man----and the direct fashion
of Adam, the 1st Man, had been directed with all poetic devices stashed
About the garden. Except that the early fall of man qua man
had precluded the Lords consternation,--had made a loss of his plan
To fashion an Agent of Agency, much like himself, with poetic sensibility and understanding
Deep insight, sensitivity, probing knowledge, inter-connectivity, always handing
Gestures of Kindness, forward grace, intution, foresight or premonition
To each kind and creature, with soaring life, and with death in remission
Gave victory to every waking moment and in subconscious repose
God's chief agent, his first creation>carboholic, had been made already a rose
I head you but I can't find you my mind is wondering in the dark storm,I am siting in this chair just staring at this big wall it seem like, I am being covered in blood with slobber running down my mouth, people in the room staring with a discussion look on there faces. I once was someone that people look up to me for advice, The voices so loud the looks so cold ,I was a officer of the month to this crummy world, that give me a hand out,God was I so bad trying to make boys into men. I just was being me could you hold me at fault.....you made me who I am please here me, I feel that the qualify of life is slipping me by clearly I do understand The clock is ticking for some of us please, I need compassion,love,a believer that can look at me and say you can still be something in society your child and mostly yourself. The level of silence took a hold of me, living in your head feels like madness, so I sit here in this corner hoping someone can hear me the clock is ticking for me, please save me from myself, I need communication,love,expressions and mostly affection. I once was a man that new what I wanted in life didn't have to ask someone for nothing, because that is who
I was day after day, I wonder in my head clearly, I got so many doctors telling me this and that, but do they ready know me or just looking at me like a peaces of meat. Hours has past siting in her office like what ever, so I felt a cold coming over me and, I fainted bod's running here and there screaming cold blue on the low level, I'm laying here can't say a thing just steering at everybody around me, working hard to save me, part of my brain just wanted to let go, and the part was saying hold on my son God is holding your hand just trust that all things can bed different if you wanted bad enough have faith my son, I never forsaken you, you walk away from me. All things you had before is pass away,wow all of a sudden I came back with a shot to the heart my eye's opening up and, I was in this bed didn't know nothing and wondering how I got here. But what, I do remember is I have a journey coming from the most high, I can say I am free.