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Oh! Spring you come on joyful wings,
The plants in earnest expect your visit,
Hope, your coming brings.
The stage’s been made ready for your entry,
With longing hearts all sit,
Oh! Spring you come on joyful wings.
The dead laid down in the cemetery,
Your awakening call they heartedly solicit,
Hope, your coming brings.
To all you give, none not any differently,
Your coming, obvious and explicit,
Oh! Spring you come on joyful wings.
The elements that herald, make you seem unfriendly,
They, your good deeds can't inhibit,
Hope, your coming brings.
You permeate the space and cool it gently,
No boundary or set limit,
Oh! Spring you come on joyful wings,
Hope, your coming brings.
April 17, 2022.
-dedicated to and inspired by Awoh Kingsley-
To define a friendship
Is to define each element held in a grand sea
The moments shared between the water and the single fish
The seaweed coursing in the shallow
Sinking in the deep
Through trust two can prosper
And even be happy
But when mistakes are made
Trust becomes a demand
A weapon to test each other
Trust allows that seaweed to flow
Trust can also allow the currents to bury them
Without openness that trust will falter
Like an underwater volcano
Holding all the fire in
It is bound to explode
And though water will cool it somewhat
There’s no telling how long the next explosion will take
A friend should not take his time calculating that
Instead allow words to flow
Like the gills of a fish
Allowing water in and out
Cooling and moderating forever
Filtering the bad into good
Above all, love must reign
For friendship cannot grow without it
Without love
There would be no elements in the sea
The sea would be a bottomless pit
Of nothingness
Here I am, Shake & Bake in the Far Out West
where they now smoke down and out, their
new front yards as Lava Lady is Liquid Dating
our backyards getting her dance card filled
up down at the Jam Bury Your Town All for
Lava Lady live sacrifice night show owe to Glowing
Reviews and she's gotten her brother, Tidy
Mighty, All Washed Up since he redesigned
the shoreline to the envy of Picasso's Blue
Period. There is a New Kid who came around
Shaking Things Up and Jointing Up with those
Yard Long guys short on else. He's Split his Half of
the Take, lake, mountain, meadow as his Crack,
up guys start at no charge, all FreeBase and his
name's Charlie who's friends with homeless
Front Yard Weed Whackers be many oldtimers
long left as Shakey Wakey All Charlie & Tidy
Mighty Surf's Upland lap'g and lick'g until Lava Lady
Lavalingly spills out o'er Missed Takes of the
new breed, yet dating a Strange one, hail Fire
& Brimstone from Vulcan. She peep'ole her Q-T
EyeDears on a couple of his Points and he Ears
her Loud & Clear. Their CommonRobHurry will
cool-it to low-life level...be BirdsOfParadise pushers,
or mosey on WhoCaresWorld.com. As Nubians
get cozy, renamed stargazers Blaze & Trek to
Vulcan. Meanwhile, in our Nexus Episode, Far
Out Rest: where we'll find, still landowner and
house goner, sum day things will all add up;
Starring: SureIt's Lone Returner & DedUB Tacoma.
Water can be calming until it floods the earth with its purpose
It becomes quite unpleasant when the water overextends its intent
Is it the moon that is making the water have more intent with its purpose
Let it be known that the water cares for the earth to an extent
The water cares for its blood and claims to care for the earth, and wants to nourish its seed
Well, the seed does not want the water with salt
Do not concoct a form of a pleasant and tasty Meade
It would prefer to have the sweet nectar of a malt
The earth is the foundation of life, and the water should cool it down from the internal and external fires
The earth does not want to be overrun with water and all of its creatures of life
A partnership until they enter the pyres
The earth wants to have the blessing of a wife
Each day, the earthquakes and the water go out
Or does the water come out like a spout
Oooohh! You cruise to the beach.
You cruise to the sand.
You cruise all across this land.
Oooohh! And when it gets hot.
You find the right spot.
A spot with lots of shade.
Oooohh! And when it gets hot.
You find the right spot.
Where the water's clear and fresh.
Because Oooohh! It's a very, very, very hot day.
And the water just cools you down..
Cools you down..
Cools you down..
It's a very, very, very hot day.
And the water just cools you down.
Cools you down..
Cools you down..
Oooohh! You cruise to the Sun.
You join in on the fun.
View the desert along the way.
Oooohh! And when it gets hot.
You find the right spot.
A place to cool it down..
Oooohh! And when it gets hot.
You find the right spot.
An oasis near the sand.
Because Oooohh! It's a very, very, very hot day.
And the water just cools you down.
Cools you down..
Cools you down..
It's a very, very, very hot day.
And the water just cools you down..
Cools you down..
Cools you down..
Beach Lyrics by Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 1985,2014..
All rights reserved..
You know the story, a beautiful woman, a jealous male friend, a guy interested in her. Here in The PWF, we have a story for you .
Beagal "The Mongul" Asurkki wanted a date he challenged
Muskin Caulter for half of his World tag title position, and his girlfreind. If he won he would get half of the world's tag titles and a date, the lady put in the stipulations. A back of a stake body truck.
The Mongol won and Caulters partner for fitted his share of the prize. PWF, president Dazz Delton Scott , made a falls count anywhere 5 guy match, the winner would be the Mongols tag partner and co holder of the tag team championship. The date would take place during the match. Four guys showed up, the referee started the bout. They journeyed near the truck and eventually made there way up on the back, karate chops sent men flying and fallg, the Mongul take action in defense of the woman.He pinned Skull Musky Bossinger at 18:55 and the design stood the Giant Mongul became world tag champion by himself. Dazz Scott took to the microphone and ordered The Mongul to pick a partner, he chose the World's champion, Yohann Bison. What a night for wrestling! Cool it off with a block of ice, believe me this one's hot!
Guilda Mossinger Reporting
Wrestling Pro-Chore Media!
Remeber that toast from yesterday morning honey? Yeah what about it. It tasted like cake what was it. I fried the leftover poundcake into french toast. Hazelnuts and coconuts and whipped cream. I was faboulous Darling where did you get the idea. The gy at Cafe Mongol told me it's what his wife does when there's lefteovers.Editing, and distribution process. Jargon: why are you saying this Honey? Oh nothing I left the sheet music on the table did you move it? Yes it's in the draw by the door. Thanks I found it. Did you know they rebanned the 12-stringed Yatga in Mongolia? No honey, I couldn't give a damn. It's a banned instrument why is one here. I guess I'm some sorta "MUSICAIL OUTLAW" I guess.The Glass Armonica will arrive at the auditrium tommorrow. We might have some troubles do to it's abilty to cause muscle spasms. Yeah Honey! Well I'm off I'll be back after my workout.." Might the threads unravel i will depend on your love for my concern"! Yeah I love you to Honey. Put a block of ice on it Cool it off that way. See you later.
Cry into my eyes...hear my goodbyes
Practically reduced to your intricate lies
You sound so beautiful and frankly, I find you dreadful
Letting out your cries that are oh so pitiful...wonderful...
Much like you,
You act so cool
Cool it off too
I'm such a fool
For loving you always...ah, always
You are fulfilling my nights and days
Fake wise men or obnoxious preachers these days drive me cray-cray
I must say, I'm havin' my way today
Cry into my eyes...
Galaxies of glory
Can get a lot gory
Than usual...no lies...
Cry into my eyes
Let me give you my sympathies
He empathizes at last
Let me leave behind my past
You're my future and present
But, first, sorry...let me repent
For all I've done...
Please forgive me
Cry into my eyes, Jesus Christ
I exist in a million lists...frankly, frustrated and so darn pissed
Don't you hiss at me, you're the one that sacrificed...
Yourself for the sake of saving me from the mourning mist
God's auras
Blurs away the flaws
You're all colors -
Some don't blend at all - everyone is saying their awww's
I'm God's chosen one
I get anxiety and then...
I drop my pen...it's fun...
To write over and over again
Simplicity is so simple...simple...
It's like a slight flicker of a dimple
Trees of hallowness curl their branches toward me
The roots of its existence plunged inside me, you see?
Nourish the countless seeds
Of wet-drenched weeds
Pluck the rose pedals of trust -
Those were the lies that descended from the crust
Hear His Word
Love His Word
Lost sheep weep
We wander so deep
So deep, yet others roam to steep
Wondering when I can sleep
See His angels
Obliterate remaining devils
The blind can see
The deaf can hear
But, do they see
My silent tears, I fear
I hold dear my childlike cheer
I fear not the worst
Hope that love from above is near
Lights of the world aren't cursed,
But rehearsed
Over and over again
Cry into my eyes -
Got slayed
Potter loves the uncertainty of process.
The way the fire-ash binds to glaze.
The irregularity of flame's touch.
He carefully stacks the dried spun pieces
in a pile in the kiln, each piece touching,
separated by broken pieces of shell and wadding.
So that the pieces touching don't stick together.
Potter loves the fingerprints this leaves
from shielded firing and shells.
This adds to the in-print impressions of leaves
shells and branches, the potter presses
into the unfired clay like an etching sketching.
The potter paints the alchemy of glaze
only the firing will emblaze
with color, shine, feel and texture.
seven days to cut the wood
seven days to dry it
seven friends to stoke the fire day and night
seven days to finish firing the kiln
seven days to cool it down
Then, the bricks are removed, one by one,
to reveal the jewels among the ashes.
Some good, some bad, some magnificent.
Some firings just don't work at all.
Seven days to rest and admire
the pots made in wood-fired kiln.
Before the wheel is
kicked back into action.
The pots are wheel-spun, hand-cupped crafted.
The wood is sought, chopped and stacked.
The ash is removed, and kiln
is readied for next firing.
Yes, with wood, for the love of labor
and for the uncertainty of process
it brings, natural and organic.
Every home should have a Jacuzzi
It's the only civilized way
To melt away your cares and troubles
Puts zing back into your day
Nothing else is really quite like it
As the jets open up your pores
It's such a happy invigorating feeling
Like the whole damn world is yours
Feeling like each of your body parts
Is singing and offering you praise
For waking up those happy feelings
Giving thanks for each new day
Now I won't get into 'two in a tub'
That's a totally different ballgame
Suddenly it's no more about cleanliness
Your focus sure ain't quite the same
A great subject for an X-rated poem
So watch for it down the road
Getting that anxious feeling already
Must cool it or my loins will explode!
© Jack Ellison 2012