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Dam,
I’m running late
It’s half seven
Should be at work at eight
Brush my teeth
Wash my face
Need a shave
Look a disgrace
I’ll wear last night shirt
Give it a dab with the iron
Few creases gone
That will do looks fine
Have to have an espresso
With three toast and marmite
Feel the life coming back
Outside looks cold white and bright
Run to the bus stop
It’s five to eight
The boss is gonna kill me
I’ll definitely be late
No busses called a cab
Be here in fifteen this is sad
Standing in this cold
You got to be mad
Cabby’s in a good mood
Singing a song then I hear him say
As I jump out and double money I pay
Merry Christmas, and have a nice day.
The old sermons of fire and brimstone, funny they no longer exist
Taking away things not wanting to be known, adding a new twist
Of course the Lord loves everyone but in the end you must believe
For those that don't know the Son are the same who will so grieve
Soon the sugarcoating grew thinker as their glass house crumbled
Amongst each other we'd bicker as now the ball has been fumbled
They got away from the heart of the matter and what Jesus said
As He had said right from the start without Him your soul is dead
The lake of fire sounds pretty stern definitely a type fire He'd state
A punishment no one can discern for even one mark on your slate
Like a small child too near the fireplace as you yell out instinctively
So it should be with God's Grace for so many will never get to see
It was Jesus who said hell's path is wide His is much more narrow
It's imperative that each one abide in the One who knows each sparrow
Saying "I tell you, no; but unless you repent you will all likewise perish"
Clearly you can see what Jesus meant has nothing to do with what you wish
Psalms 11:6
Upon the wicked he shall rain snares, fire and brimstone,
and an horrible tempest: this shall be the portion of their cup.
And Psalms is always so upbeat...
It’s with heavy heart I pen this verse
Watching your father pass by in the hearse
Takes me back to that night in the shed
When you said, this is like fireworks
It was, I dropped the cigarette on the petrol can
Still, as I remarked, not many sheds get a technicolour funeral
He was beyond reason
Not helped when rumours of por*o magazines started circulating
He told me straight, marry my daughter and I’ll kill myself
So we married in haste
But he didn’t keep his promise
What a waste
Still, when that great oak fell on top of his new shed
I had a grin from ear to ear
It was like the chainsaw massacre, but more fun
It was about that time you found god
I found your sister
You forgave me, I was weak
She was pregnant, sixteen weeks
Your dad went mad, he said I was the devil incarnate
Then he dropped dead
They looked at me in horror, in dread
Like it was something I said
Do something they cried
I didn’t know any songs, so I punched him between the eyes
He was definitely dead
I carried the coffin
The least I could do
I shed a tear, maybe two
We decided to scatter his ashes over his pride and joy
But they couldn’t be found
The crematorium were in shock, people were running around
It was like he just disappeared
I was agog
Couldn’t see the mist for the smog
Later that day, just to console
I produced a big rocket
Really his soul
I set it off, and said goodbye
They had a little cry
It climbed high in the sky
They gave a sigh
Should it not explode
Well it is supposed to go with a bang
Just then it made its descent
It was like he was heaven sent
Plummeting to earth
Mad as hell
We all dived for cover
Just as well
She screamed, oh god, oh boy
No need to tell you where he landed
Okay then
His comfort and joy.
Pussy cats love to be loved
To feel the warmth of your body
To feel the stroking of your warm hand
If there is such a thing as kitty heaven
It's when they feel your love
Could just as easily be a stranger from the street
As long as they can provide Miss Kitty
With the love she is so desperately looking for
Kind of like us humans, aren't they
We most definitely love to be loved
To feel the warmth of another body
We also call it heaven
Except the bit about a stranger from the street
Now let me think about that a little more
Perhaps I'm a wee bit more selective
And then again, maybe not
Pussy cats love to be loved
And so does this dude!
He grew up in the bay area
Bad to the bone
Tattooed out
Yeah he something to talk about
I love him to deaf
California baby
California baby
He is my California Baby He is from the bay area
He got me going crazy
He got me saying I love you in many different languages
(Spanish) Te quiero
(Germany) inch liebe dich
(Italian) ti amo
(French) Je t’aime
I’ am glad to call him mine
Every headlight I see when I am driving
I be wishing it was you
And I' am definitely thinking about you
Always
Trust you, Trust me
Trust you, Trust me
With all my heart
Never disrespect me
Or called me out my name
Always encouraging me to do my best
Love like this
Most people would think it was blind love
Will if it’s blind love
Then let me be blind
Because it feels so
good when
I’ am with you
Words that I want to say
it can be hard
To say
But its something that I’ am willing to go
through with you
I go through it with you
I don’t mind calling you mine
It’s’ even worse when we part from each other
I miss him like crazy
He is my air that I breathe
He is my ride and die
He is my death do us part
That’s how much
I’ am in love with him
I love you
California baby
California baby
He is my California baby
He is from the bay area
He got me going crazy
He got me saying I love you in many different languages
(Afrikaans) Ek is lief vir jou
(Bulgarian) Obicham te
(Mandarin) Wo ai ni
(Czech) Miluji te
He is my California Baby
By Shaniki Smith
Title: California Baby
Date: November 27, 2018
Shall we go?
Yes love, where to?
Heaven.
Heaven - would I get in?
Yes, just say you know me.
I'd love to Wendy, but I can't. I have to stay for the kids.
Well, don't worry Joseph, it won't be long. Time flies here.
Really, literally?
Yes. You know how you can go back thirty years to when we met, and it's like yesterday, well it's like that here, only you don't have to wait thirty years. It's like you just click your fingers and you will be here, don't worry.
And you are sure I'll get in ok?
Definitely Joseph, just tell Pete - I just call him Pete not St. Peter -
I heard only angels get to call him Pete..
Yeah, I think I heard that too. Anyhow just tell him you know me...
I will, thanks love. I've always been glad to know you.
I know that Joseph. What's that silly word from that film -
Ditto.
#"I get it! I get it!"
But, However, Nonetheless...
ONE MUST EARN ONE'S LEARN.
Then and only then, is WHEN...
ONE DOES (YOU & I) "TRULY GOT IT!"
ACTIONS DEMONSTRATED...
TRIALS, ERRORS, DROP THE BALL, PICK UP THE BALL, REVIEW THE RECALL,
"DO NOT STALL!"
RISE, FALL...RISE, HIGER...WISER! BRIGHTER! BOLDER! BEYOND BETTER! YOU'VE "EARNED YOUR LEARN"
AS A GO-GETTER~~~~~
NO LONGER A WORRIED FRETTER!
"TIC-TOCK, LIFE AND CLOCK"
WHEN WE KNOW OUR CAPABILITIES...
"I get it"
WHEN WE SHOW OUR CAPABILITIES...
"I'VE GOT IT" "LOCKED IT" "SUPERBLY ROCKED IT" "NO LONGER BLOCKED IT" ANY *LESSONS* NECESSARY TO RECEIVE THE *BLESSINGS* OF WHAT WILL COME...
BEFORE IT'S ALL SAID AND DONE.
{DOABLE PROVABLE ONE...AND THEN SOME!~}
Get it? "Don't forget it!"
IT'S KNOWN, IF SHOWN...
that we understand, One's GOT it...
NEVER STOP TAKING YOUR SHOT AT IT!
JAY-Z has a song: "SHOW EM' WHAT YOU'VE *GOT* BABY!"
WE WON'T KNOW...UNLESS YOU SHOW!!!
GO~~~~~GROW!!!!*****GLOW*****
ISN'T THAT WHAT WE'RE HERE FOR?
TO BLOSSOM RENEWABLE AND CONTINOUSLY FROM OUR DEPTH AND CORE...
HEAR THAT,
"FRAN & STAN...YOU TOO, DAN & NAN"
UNDERSTAND?
{SMILE & CLARITY}
MOST DEFINITELY AND UNQUESTIONABLY...
TAKE YOUR NEXT LEAP, GET OUT THE SHALLOW AND DIVE DEEP...
MOVINGS AND GROOVINGS, DESIRED DOINGS,
NOT TO MISS...
UNDERSTOOD, (SHOULDA, COULDA, WOULDA) VERSUS *DID* *DO* *DONE* {SMILE}
"GOT THIS! ! !~"#
©Renee D. Gross (GHPPR) May 9, 2023#
an inner conflict dust brew
within this scribe, who offers ye to chew
(like sweet treats metaphorically) thee do
tee incumbent, when Doomsday clock
counts down minutes few
according Al Gore rhythm
unstoppably ticking,
when life gets turned to global goo
tenderized viz Doctor Zeus
if not Horton Hears Hoo
then most definitely The Lorax
(couching urgent morals underscored
by satellite photographs
showing melting icecaps or igloos,
which planetary sos, sans in extremis
requires joint effort of Gentile and Jew,
plus every other sectarian credo,
dogma, ethos...knew
clear family, and whatnot
to become linkedin with Linda Loo
yes, we moost not forget
Old McDonald with his moo
moo there bovine creatures
agedly hobbling along, or new
lee born, cuz juiced one day
per three hundred and sixty five
(six with leap year -
to appease ghost oh Rachel Carson
imagine dragons festooned leotard
with brand name Oroblu)
or poor ole Whinny The Pooh
eternally stuck in Rabbit's
hole sum Hutch as a queue
doth loosely form dreaming up and rue
mien hating solution
(burning the midnight oil) true
lee trying to remedy plight
of said bear character,
perhaps unstated message being woo
king in tandem solutions to resolve
wretched condition of world wide web
possible by bridging differences
between me and you, and you, and you...
I have been systematically bitting
my nails since I was 6 year's old
so I am told
Sometimes way down past where
the skin begins and blood starts
And it hurts so much I can't even
pick stuff up
And yes I know it's a filthy habit and
it really hurts
I have somehow never been able to stop
So what is the explanation or only
conclusion to be gained
Am I in fact a sadist do I love pain
1 thing is most definitely for certain
I must quite obviously be stupid
because I know what I am doing
to myself
And even despite all this I still won't
be stopping any time soon
Nailed it
Disloyalty is a spoiled tree blooming
in the wrong direction
Its insurrection puts to rest relations
not to be resurrected
From a loyal perspective we oil
squeaky heels with hopes
we don't end up
spinning wheels
Stay off the skates because
this is real or else
you'll end up falling
& scarred without a cause
On guard
I see who you really are
with no mask
What's love if you're a weak &
tender glass with no
feelings?
In this regard I deal in absolutes
where truth is the only
solution in such
dealings
There's no confusion nor any
doubt that you're as
transparent as
aforementioned glass
I'll pass
Too scared of your own
reflection
Who dares to utter such things
surely this is purely
projection?
Definitely not a thing
but that's fair
Who really cares about their
feelings when they don't
even know what
they're feeling?
Clearly there's no ceiling for
how high I can reach when
climbing into minds
No I'm not preaching to the
choir but rhyming
to a congregation
in rhythm
I teach those that require
understanding with or
without a desire for
spiritual reprimanding
I'm a schism that doesn't
grandstand but stands on
a truth so grand it inspires
If you're looking for proof look
no further or higher
than your past actions
My satisfaction comes from
knowing we walk on floors
that serve as ceilings
for lower thinking
Do you think this is surface
liquid or deeper
drinking?
I'm thinking my mirror reflects
uncomfortable sights to see
but I view them
in jest
This is a spiritual exercise
nothing more or
anything less
I passed those tests with ease
oscillating between degrees
of temperature
& temperament
I can see it's cold outside
regardless of what
the weather says
I learned the lesson when
I opened my eyes
& rose from
brittle beds
There's nothing to dread
because I'm locked
into battlegrounds
not seen or tread