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Reach for heavens gate with your heart in your hand
Unlock the door with your love command
Stop by and get a kiss at the booth
Envelope your self on the ride of truth
Catch a smile from an angelic face
Enter a tent of mystery and not feel out of place
See the clownish souls of life's past
The ringmaster of love will make them eternally last
Get your ticket and enjoy the show
The more you learn the more you will know
Read the book and see all of the glory
Do not fall for the devils side story
Feeling no change as time goes bye
Touch the clouds earn your wings to fly
Strike a blow and let passions rise
Let your heart fill double in size
Dance in a dream and drink up the cheer
No time exists for you to fear
Climb the tree to see forever is far
Reach out and release to finally touch a star
The meaning of it all is just a question away
Ask for the answer as you kneel and pray
Take the time to eat fire without your earthly woes
The battle is won over your inner demonic foes
Look into the funny mirror and see the peaceful face
No longing for yesterday never wanting to leave this place
No reason to hide no reason to run
The pain of life is over and done
Testify and sing your sins our loud
Walk the wire and soar above the crowd
From the ashes of death comes rebirth
Living in the carnival beyond the greatest show on earth
Balloons, bolix!
A ghostly flight…
A fight for airspace…
So much air…blowhard.
To sail the seas of America’s skies…
Look down upon the stretch of land.
It landed,
on the eyes of the Montanans.
Balloons, buffoons!
A clownish cloud
passing off a Casper-guise.
A surprise visit from Uncle Xi.
Tea cups fragile…weather balloon,
my $@#.
Balloons, BS!
Talk talk talk
of the atmosphere,
holding the rotund idol up there.
He won’t fall from his pedestal
on his own.
Balloons, asail!
Assailing, assaulting,
insulting. Assyria &
Babylon held ear
to the breakdown
of God’s people
elsewhere.
Balloons, bah-humbug!
Best pay heed.
Don’t get bested.
Poke holes in the intentionality.
2/7/2023
Sponsor: Anthony Biaanco
We lived on the edge of a window,
a high perch above a city on wheels -
we did not rush with it,
we watched.
The sex was a drive through a Theme Park,
it was not serious; it was not deadly.
Sometimes it was torture in a fun house,
it was manic, on occasion, clownish,
never dull, always surprisingly restful,
however love was not a dish we shared.
The years have raced away
on their long directionless speedways,
but there are no curled-up regrets
strewn across the highways
like roadkill.
I figured you were now happy
to be not with me, I was with you, likewise
and those youthful sex games
have been refined, improved
as other stories with other partners,
then gratefully
left at the side of a road
for a love tramp to find.
"once a story of place were
smiling faces seeked persons
to dance. A clownish smiles just
greeted people to bit the apple
of discord. There men gained a
consensus to fearlessly resolve
there differences
and mold there passions of revenge
into the need of a united concern.
Swallowed pide fills the belly
while vain egotisms leave folk
brusied battered and
hungry."
A measure of concern
was what he used to describe
what he was
doing. He hired a camera crew to film
the fellows in both organizations.
He went to a revivals organization
and showed both films on national television.
He said he wondered about the current condition
of America. Because
they didn't see that they were
being fooled, by an elaborate hoax
which involved people across a vast area.
He said " The Funnel dropped from
the cloud" and while people waited
the destruction of America had begun"
He showed both Masked Wrestlers
and Unmasked Wrestlers. In both
organizations
while they were said to be different people.
He promised his Wrestling World consisted of
honest dealing with the
wrestling public!
It didn't take long.
Members of revival wrestling company
appeared on other companies live show.
" It concerns the World that A folk could
wish to be deceived" said one promoter.
Than all of a sudden the World renewed promoter
from the revival company appeared in defence of
of his companies mens and there actions
and he said to all in attendance and
around the world
that he could produce all the men in question
under one roof and at the same time.
He couldn't ahfear of losing his reputation
he was forced into considering a champion
verses champion unifications
to counter the new movement of overly
involved marks.
WHEN THE WInD BLEW THROUGH THE HOLLOW REEDS
written by: Pannus Sphinx
native to regions of habitual areas the Brya ebenus tree is
best suited for flutes, english flutes one would say
the bassoon is created from this type of tree
planks from the boards of the black maple tree
can also be used with resin to produce
beautiful instruments and marvelous creations
along with the sugar maple these trees are fashioned to
impress sound and longevity were it the best choose
to craft a musician's dream instrument
density and hardness the black locust is a suitable alternative
to the traditional rosewood the has been historical used
to make instrument bows and xylophone bars
Due to the lackof finacail security the 61 members of the group were visiblly sad. They thought they could afford 40 bassoons from there tresuery: but were only actaully able to afford 27 due to the outragous cost of these custom made tresures. They were able to smile when the artisain send bows and xlophones peices free for the amount the Orcastra had purchased. They referred to the instruments as clownish flutes.The deep tones were nearing exotic, giving the directer of the event cause to limit the amount of peoplke able to attend the Board meeting due to cost. Catered the affair over-ran the budgeted allocations from the tresury. This made the couples in the Orchastra smile: but those who wanted to vacate along with there musical mates had to pay the addition cost due to the budgeted restictions. Leaving sound soured by the whole affair.
The performance was expected to be ledgendary to the benifet of the audeince. Velvety smooth and soothing. Purple and creamed colors were the chose of colors for the event. Catered by a world famous chef. the audeince only knew the the results of practice: but back stage professionals shined doing what they did best!
The shelac still smelled fuming the backstage area.
Saddle steak catering
he bragged of the flavor.
We though he was
a clownish type
of joker who wished to
create an audience for his
product. We found the price
quit steep, and looked odd
for a steak. The center hole
made room for jokes: but
when they tasted it they
swooned to there knees.
i saw the crooner sing spoke
the woman, i heard him whoo.
i knew then what I was about to
taste was something
incredible something
far more then intriguing. The spotlight
shoned on the stranger: who's
performance
would be determined by
his expression to
the flavor.
they Sernaded the
Saddle Steak as King
of all steaks!
Neupert and Bluthner
accompanis an orchestra to
decribe the tenisity of bife!
Mezzo Soprano said of the meal.
Song:- 1990
Mother Mother
love me love me
love me love me
I need your love
(repeat)
why don't you like me?
why do you hate me?
why do you hit me?
Mother Mother
where is your love?
where is the safety I think of?
when I hear -
Mother Mother !!
Mother Mother
are you mine?
why don't you love me?
why do you hate me?
why do you hit me?
Mother Mother
How can I live without love?
I hide in the dark
I build walls in my mind
For I can't believe
Mother Mother
You don't love me.
I have posted this for others that are facing suicidal questions.
This was a healing song written to release my own walls that I used to protect
myself from age 4 and onwards. Was reading Daisy Tyrell request for feedback. Hope it helps a little. I could fill a book on the subject of the fight for life. Will attempt to put some in words as I can.
And it is a fight - those that are willing never to surrender will live. I remember, one time - stuck in a noisy hospital wing, a friend also suicidal at same time in another city. I wrote every moment, filling a large A4 pad. On my knees, crying - I was writing " I want to live" I am willing to live. Over and over. Line after line. Page after page. Also writing to my friend -
encouraging him to fight and live. I won my fight that time -but my friend
did not. When I heard of his death - It put me right back in hospital again.
The fight started all over again -never easy, but I won that one too and several more after that!
Daisy's poem talks of wanting to find beauty within. That may not be what there is to find. A great truth is found the point of rock bottom. Mental health counsellors term it 'bedrock'. When you find bedrock -you find your truest self. It was to my great astonishment I found my bedrock housed an
unquenchable spring of joy! Once I came to terms that this was the real me -
I was able to identify what was capping that well of joy. It took another 15 years to free myself from all those restrictive people. Once totally free never had another mental health issue. Funny that.
I have only shared this to hopefully encourage others. These times are long gone and totally cleared for me. Live a joyous, happy clownish though late starter life. Love always - Virginia
I am on a train above the clouds, a wondrous scene,
No panic stirred, just enchantment filled the air serene.
Faces, familiar yet strange, in clownish attire,
A vintage dream train, stoked with childhood's desire.
A steward with rosy round cheeks, eyes like emerald gleam,
Offers a cotton candy, a sugary dream.
Bigger than Dad's hat, I devour without a delay,
Lost in this surreal, in this dreamy carnival play.
Complacent, I wander, to the train's very rear,
To the balcony's edge, without a hint of fear.
A misstep, a tumble, and I am cast adrift,
The "Choo-Choo" departs, leaving me to drift.
Abruptly, I wake up in a bouncy castle, vast and grand,
With friends from the clown shop, hand in hand.
Giggles and laughter, like music in the air,
Every step, a bounce of joy, beyond compare.
But then I stumble, a fall, and I am abruptly stirred,
In the quiet of dawn, my dream deferred.
Was it real? Was it true? In the pre-dawn's gleam,
I had dreamed a dream, more ludicrous than it seems.
I told myself to calm down-ish
Don't be annoyed by the clownish
Actions of your old ex
When he tried to show and flex
His muscles to other women
And the sweetness he is givin'
Trying to make your jealous heart
Start to cry and fall apart
Thinking he is being missed
His actions you just dismiss
Thinking back into the past
When you used to have a blast
Love was so new and exciting
Both you hearts were so inviting
To the prospect of a love
That was sent from up above
It was good until he started
To leave you so broken hearted
Flirting with others as you
Started to see clue after clue
Where his mind and heart have been
Making up excuses when
He had to come home so late
Though he was really on a date
Leaving you home slowly thinking
How this love was fastly sinking
You can't take it anymore
So when he comes through the door
He finds all his things are gone
Scattered all across the lawn
In a rage of fit as you
Happily say "we are through"
Now seeing him different places
With so many pretty faces
Your so glad you are not the
One he will leave unhappy
P. Mauriat Eldon she spoke his name for all to remember.His name means basso with the augmentative suffix -one. Her belief was that he was Italian. She spoke of him with a Peking Duck inspired meatloaf with brown rice and cabbage. I love his tone and suttle temperament.Echolocation used to create his image.She spoke of his brother as somewhat clumsy: clownish even, Puchner I believe his name was:Pushner Eldon.He wore rings as Cymbal of His Excellence.The minute the night sky appeared he looked to me to be his: I laughed and called to his brother: who I loved in the night in tones of vengeful desire. The next evening Puchner looked again to me and my suseries of intercessory prayers where answered. Steeped full of desire I allowed him to love me: and was pleased and satisfied.His claves were a rhythmic pattern of satisfaction, soothing my longing and desire." With you,an Everlasting Love" I was a tempress of passion, a lyre beneath the flute! Propulsive grooves, that created a duration of want and need.
The oils of the supper plate coated my mouth as he kissed me..Issuing me published to the world. I stood beside him for day's and at night I loved him with a deep neverending ppassion.People had to cause us to stand before God as one. In such doings I had achieve all that a woman could acheive in finding: the satisfaction of belonging until I was made his before God and man. I smiled in delight that some saw me different: he who I had learned to love had made me steeped into oneness
Written by: Contraltos de Passionate
From the AlbumF3 to F5
"Sounds of a Woman in Love"
Troupes of Love-Troupes of Lovers
"Half way Thru"-
create and recreated
by Big Beats Music Co.
Usage of both male and Female
Background singers
Done with collaborated efforts with
the Intention to Impress Sound Team
and "Sumthang Special"
For Groove Chore Group
"Special Night" performed
with Modern Mixes
and Real Opera Music
with sum Twang from Groovey Beats
"Gotez to Be"
sang wiff C-Mid Octave
of The Same Name
(courtesy of Marriage Minded Album Co.)