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A pillar of greatness is born
finally! Here is the light of the sun
to all Life's challenges
you'll assuredly be stubborn
and every battle is already won
with victory confirm and done.
You'll stay true to your cause
like the dedication of a nun
the wheels of your prosperity
will roll on and on.
Those hiding in ambush to your success
will starve, dehydrate and mourn
you'll be the stalk
to which nations will stick to like corn.
stretching forth your hands to generations
you'll affect lives and have fun
as your good deeds will be heard
like blowing a large, loud horn
Your face will not be common
but you'll be a global icon
like the city of London.
One blast of the trigger and misfortunes run
guess what! You are the gun.
The world needs a new life changer
Oh my child! It is now your turn.
Once used by God to destroy the world
It's power and fury with destruction swirled
But Noah's ark was impermeable to the rain that prevailed
And through the raging waters he sailed
Chemically known as H2O
A requisite for flowers to grow
Precipitation comes as either rain or snow
And after the rain behold the rainbow
Water gives a flower rejuvenation
And we need it daily for hydration
When H2O freezes crystallization takes place
In places arid and desolate
Lack of this liquid will dehydrate you
You'll need a drink of water to invigorate
Cooling and soothing like morning dew
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4/3/16
learning how to dehydrate food was easy
but it was so hard to convince them
to get over the need for meat.
learning dehydration was easy: expensive but easy.I couldn't forget I called my Lover, she liked doing thing with me so I found it easiest to try recipes where she would taste and motive me to improve my performances. I made up terms as I would go along.One day she made the statement that She could coach a team of men to support her marrying me: due to my lack of concern for her needs as I had fallen in love with my new dehydration machine. She said that she was tired of employing the people of Newfoundland and Labrador to voice her concerns.I didn't get the joke.
I began a cycle of thought believing I could invent a new type of seasoning or at least create a new way to uses buddhas hands,chilis ,garlic, lemon grass,milk, sour cream,potatoes, chives onions and shucked clams, and fish as base for a broth bisque. I then added the gelatiny fat from pig feet stock.I was look ing for a full bodied taste. Something I could feed a soccer team on a cool spring morning, and by lunchtime they'd beg me for more.She inspired me this with her lewd joke: and I felt ashamed until one day, I had made a croutons from 3 loaves of day old bread: The garlicy buttered bread sprinkled with dried parmesan cheese complimented the soup so well that I called people over to taste it. People loved the smokey baconish-garlicy, suttle fishy taste of the creamy bisque were the tender potatoes and onions a combined to create a smooth soothing satisfying herb topped delicacy that wasn't kruel to the palette: but more fullor to tickle the need for more.
the shower head
sounds the start
a drop of water
drips down her
forehead to the
nose
stays
then leaps to her
lips not getting
licked dripping
to her chin
again
a wait
then because she
lowers her head
he simply slides
off
onto
but between the
rolling hills of
pastoral cleavage
but
not
stopping to sightsee
not even the odd
sink hole near
the middle of
the race
making
his way towards
some slight foliage
just a tuft but just
enough shade as not to
dehydrate
but wait
now a choice to be
made left or right or
stay but to stay is
giving up and
enough
enough
said before a flip
of a coin he joins
others going right
his thighs now
burning
disearning
if the right
choice was his
choice but mistake
is no returning in this
race
pacing
now passed
the knee and
feeling victory
just might be
one only knows not
sweating the simple
stuff having made it
thus far and just a bit
further
farther
then one would
think to be stopped
to sink but sunk just
a foot away not even
feet defeat finds him at
an ankle twist but contented
to sit
she is
so delicious
Form:
Seasons renew, Springtime approach
Careful now, winter may encroach
I welcome, without reproach
Peel back blankets, reveal fresh sheets
Buds in humid air, growing sweet
Cycle of life, now competes
Mother nature, seeds breakthrough earth
Gestation over, brings forth birth
Primal scream, explosive mirth
All too soon, grasslands dehydrate
Overhead sun, heat concentrate
Goodbye spring, evaporates
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With light might they sparkle
Karst Experiments which labors and
Chores
Might there mindfulness to produce
For who adores
Folk of value to stem and stern
Together in the name of science which
Lessons learned.
They wanted to create
A stone
A beautiful stone
One to make
Competiters envy.
Envy them into a submissive
Shame.
Might there works then be
Centered around the needs
of people.
Crush the Ego's of egotistical
Men
To stimulate a means of ways to
approach.
Using dissolved carbon they
Wished to create a colorful stone.
They thought using an abundance of
Layered colors from natural materials
The could create something.
The used a still like the one's moonshiners
Used. They disstillated colorful flowers, berries,
Mixed with dissolved clear quarts and carbon.
A super gelitan would allow the colored layers
To form the structure, should the
Blackberries come out black, should the pine berries
Come out white, the blueberries blue, the tulips red
Or purple, or pink, or yellow. The green stems and peels
Needed to be green, all shades of green.
They would layer these thick layers of gelatinous stones
So they could fuse and dehydrate into a solid stoned material then cut and polished to create gems for an inspired world. If this success was made the next experiments would be gold, platinum or silver.
This they prayed and prayed and prayed!
I woke up from my sleep to find
Someone chloroforming me with a napkin
I open my eyes again to find
My arms and legs broken
With my weak structure I lied simply on a pillow
To seek for light to find
A handsome creature standing
To speak with no words from a tightened tap
Just to get a simple reply
Where am I?
He savors in seeing me cry
As he wipes my uncountable tears with his cold hands
I opened my eyes, trying to see him as long as this lasts
People may come and take me he says
With sobering words he speaks
Of my organs and parts as price
We were alone in this passive darkness
With no other than one light
I was afraid I started to cry
With mournful cries asking why
He needed money he repeatedly states
But why me
All that I asked
For that he has no motive
As he left me alone
To sink in my tears
To dehydrate from fear
As hours past I slept them
With much force the unseen door opened
And two large men arrived
Holding me harshly to carry me
As I was unable to resist
They placed me on a white bored
Above it glowed a huge white
I could see their faces now
I could see him with the scissors and knife
As they left us
I tried to move but
Defeated bone deceived will
I screamed as mild dagger entered skin
I always knew my time would come
But not like this
I opened my eyes in shock
I was not dead
I looked around and saw
All that has been taken
A kidney that I used to possess