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Jesus Revisited
He was born out of wedlock and some say his father
was God the Divine I am not sure of that immaculate
projection but genes were involved and I believe that
some assisted fertilization may have started his journey
Adultery would be if not blasphemous too judgemental
what is a piece of paper when progeny was needed to
look after his parents no social security system in those days
when persecution and genocide was on the agenda
He was not so keen on drugs other than wine made from water
a hippie with flowers in heart hair mind and beautiful soul
but nevertheless became a free loving roamer a drifter
poet of the oral tradition full of wisdom and compassion
Does it matter whether Magdalene Mary happened to
become his lover when tables were turned at the temple
how the tides parted to walk on the sea bed or whether
the salt of too many tears of depression floated the message
He was a Middle Eastern guy most probably coloured in skin
with all chakras involved from the mix of a rainbow of promise
he counselled and healed with suggestion charisma almost
hypnotic powers used for the purpose of psychic proportions
He might have sported tattoos depicting a snake or a lion
some contact address emergency number engraved on his
forehead a belly ring maybe of a cross to be cast to foreshadow
his inner and outer appearance scarred healing healed
Much like him I am horrified by wars murder hypocrisy crusading terror
napalm orange agents Hiroshima Holocaust and the senseless
slaughter of groups others Peoples and ideas peace humankind
I passionately care for his message and his proposal his resilience
To stand up for injustice for freedom from evil and freedom of
passive resistance rebellion and faith and beliefs for what matters
He would have been a big pal with the Buddha spiritual leaders of
another age time place contingency context hegemony plight
would maybe not mind a panoply of Hindu Gods and Godesses
and have the Koran next to his straw mattress fire and all
I care for Jesus and he cares for me
22nd July 2016
As friends forever to be.
Sacred broken rules inside sexuality.
Forever we were mistaken drifter apart.
Can this go on loving you my friend.
Or is it wrongfully wrong should we make it end.
The feeling of love at friendships sake.
Did we go to far when we love made.
Does it need to stop emotions so confused.
Was it a mistake did we just love use.
Closing me eyes i will never forget.
Tell you the truth I have no love regrets.
Walking forward was it just a need.
Hoping its just a flower a sprouted see.
Can this go on loving you my friend.
Or is it wrongfully wrong should it end?
Were I a drifter before?
Wandering in a world I haven’t a clue I was from?
Perhaps closer to the truth I saw
How wondering into nights were days gone...
I sat and watch another day going by
Did I earn enough to see another tomorrow?
I sat alone wishing I could die
Only to have yesterday proofing what hope doesn’t follow
I would drift away in my thoughts
I would be lost and unfound
And to be what I am not
Guess the world and me hasn’t come round
Leave me be for now and ever
Simply because I was left wandering and alone
I’ve seen what the world has to offer
Have I not often wonder how my offer was left unknown...
I was a drifter before
To have wandered far from where I once belong
Perhaps my truth is what I finally stood for
Have I not wonder in nights from my days gone...
Nights were lost
Days nevermore to be seen
I cannot find the cause
I can no more as well dream
As my portrayal of life differs
So becomes my time to prefer
To have no idea what to be after
I begin to question if I’m but a human lesser
I am if I can ever be
A traveller, a drifter, a nobody
If I can only remember what I see
Yet of moments never a memory
Straying and seeping by and by
Beholding and withstanding through and through
I have a certain truth in decay to deny
And I have knowledge I do not know but knew
Were nights lost?
For yet a coming day to be seen
A cure for a cause
Perhaps I am once more to dream
FROM THE DESK OF HUGE GRAPPLYN
IS BEING BOUGHT TO YOU BY
the action packed love story...
"SINGLED"
THE FILM STARRING
DRICCER DENNLES AND hEATHER HOLT
cinema-cinema films
in theaters
September 29 2019
hugh grapplin reports.......
HELLO WRESTLING FANS. THEEIRS A LOT OF WRESTLING : HAPPENING
AND WE WANT YOU TO KNOW WHAT'S GOING ON....
WE START WITH SOME EXCITMENT: IT HAPPENED IN CANADA...
IT WAS BOOKED TO BE EXCITING. THE HEADLINE SAID TO LOOK OUT
FOR WHAT YOU ALL WAYS DREAMED OF.
CHAMPION VERSES CHAMPION,
WINNER TAKES ALL
THE PRIDE OF MAN WORLD
CHAMPIONSHIP SERIES...
THE WORLD HEAVY WEIGHT CHAMPION OF
THE WORLD COUNCIL OF WRESTLING
" THE WORLDS FINEST" LAUN SHARE
VERSES
CANADIAN NATIONAL WRESTLING LEAGUES
WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION
"FIGHT READY" FYSTA CARL IROQUOIS
accompanied by his manager
" the advantage" Dealton Brice
it was what is was said to be. something people the world over would want to see. 58:13 ( fifthy three minutes thriteen seconds) of great wrestling enjoyment.
the " fermoir de paortiers" verses " sasori noyar" ended with
a belly to belly and a pinfal. and a newly crowned united world champion. if the other guy had won it would have been a newly crowned International council of wrestling champion.
Some body in massachuttees is opening a new office. Mr fight Ready is a dually crowned titlist.
We can't show the film due to complications with the new company. details next week!
bassoon bastein and cantre nilton won the
bestever brawl
two ring 18 men
the dual championship
texas roadhouse rules
saw these two end the night as
trophy sharers
they meet in Texas to deside who's the number one contender
rumor has it. Brickton Price will be at ringside
you know Price he's the one
who beat Drifter distance for the world title in 2018
well after a stint in boxing
he's back. and he's looking for some attention.
He died for freedom and the righteous cause of liberty.
He gave up his own life so others could enjoy liberty.
"OOH What a lucky man he was. OOH What a lucky man
he was.....Nobody could save him so he laid down and he died."***
The Short Story.*** "Oh What a Lucky Man he was."***
He died alone with no freedom fighters at his side. He fought
against slavery and oppression and to help liberate his fellow man.
But he was just another human, and an ordinary man. He was not
a professional solder or a police man. He witnessed danger around
him so he sacrificed his life for his fellow woman.
He died in an dark and dangerous ally way, trying the save
the life and the virtue of a young woman. Vicious hoodlums
instantly attacked and knifed him. The earth cried out in pain,
as it received the life blood of a young and noble man. Their
attackers also murdered the young woman, after robbing her
of her virtue!
A few days later their bodies were discovered by the police women and
the police man. He was given a hero's funeral for the courageous way
he died. He wasn't a pillar of the community, he was not important nor
gainfully employed. If the facts be made known, he was unemployed.
He never held a job in his entire young life. He was a drifter and a loner.
He lived and died a John Doe and she also lived and died as a Jane Doe. They enjoyed their fifteen minutes of fame upon their untimely demise. The law enforcement community and the family of the young woman mourned
their wasted young lives! The hoodlums were apprehended by the law.
But they did not repent of their dastardliness deeds. They held no remorse
at all. How many other victims' did they stab with their knives?
Love as always,
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
October 05, 2020
***This is a fictional short story.
year in music january 1, 2012
rhythm and blue top ten
10. DAPPER DANCE! DANCE ,DAPPER ,DANCE! by WellKnown and theNight fandinagos
9. mIGHT AND mERCY ( A WOMAN SLOVE) By Gritty Gam DewWoop and Bet She Love)
8. HURRY UP ALREADY ( THE 20 MINUTE rUMP) sHINE cUPID AND gITTY GRIND aLsTARRS
7. bIG nIGHT ( THE INTRUMENTAL) bOOGIE dOWN AND THE tALLCATT ORCHESTRA ( FEATURING mRS. pAMPERED dOLL
6. tHIS DAY BY THE rEVEREND mISSA tHRUNK AND tHE bIG cITY mASS cHOIR
5. gIGGY gOTTA bI$CH! ( AND mRS. gIGGY KNOW'S) BY fREAK dANK AND mEANUS dRIFTER
4. lOVE sONG ( THE wEDDING) lOVE RIGHT oRCHASTRA featuring THE sOUL sOUND sINGERS
3. lOVE fROM A REAL mAN ( WON'T hAVING YOU SECOND GUESSING) big sWIG AND sWAMP sISTER SUE
2. mIGHT AND mERCY ( CANDLELITE AND LOVERS) rOTTEN rOW, AND dELLGROTTI ON DRUMS
1. tHIS dAY BY mILLSTONE AND FISLTE ( JUMP ON THIS mUSIC GROUP)
HEDLEIGHS AND sOUNDGRAPH MUSIC SHOW'S THE NUMBER ONE'S!
WE SHOW THE NUMBER ONE'S BABY.
we had a tie between Giigy's and Though seeks Though
but when that chumpazz Daltru boughtout
Music City Music company
we said, ya'll aint even in the top ten
ya'll know that one!
trip and Them tried to get in with Bassoon Groove
but that aint happening. Giggy's B$tch see to that!
and Dinky should have known:
and When Supper became Sh$t
neither had a chance!
neither one these ones got in
ya'll know that one?
you got to know this!
You gotta Know this one!
His seared look, from a painted gird brow dons,
a face like Van Gogh with both ears, though just,
as lost, looks about an empty room of challenges,
that is built high on lost convictions, drowns in a,
festering of desperation, as sweats beads a stench,
on an unswept floor, wavering, between old unhealed,
wounds of a, dark past, all attached to young love,
and their new miseries.
He takes a swig and walks away from a sultry,
sway as a piano's light tune, breaks off key and,
holds, as a blown off woman pops her gum and,
snobs at his direction unnoticed and wanders off,
while a glib man in slick clothes offers a chance at,
cards, he simply walks away until a chair moves,
from behind, it's slick, he then stops with his back,
still faces him, a chair slides back, he walks on.
He comes up to the man at the piano, who is a bit,
jittery, asked hm if he knew a song called, 'Ole
Susanna', he replied saying that he never heard of,
that song, he then steps back a spell and figured,
him to be from the north, and gives him a look like,
a Picasso painting for he knows that people out West,
knows, 'Ole Susanna', so he's thinking that things are,
afoot here in this town, as he looks around at stares.
He backs away, on back to the bar, takes a final swig,
as a jingled coin settles to silence in the uncanniness,
of a quietude western bar, as he dons his hat, the,
bartender hollers that set the bar back to its norm, girls,
giggling, cards shuffling, piano playing, and all of the,
joviality returns, as the new guy in town, hops on a horse,
and pulls away as a normal western town fades in the sun as,
a drifter stops, turns and sees afar off, a painting by Monet.
a drifter so unsure
becomes the best thing that ever happened to me
now it is time for her to go
a tear runs down her face and mine....knowing our first is our last
as we slowly and reluctantly wave our goodbyes, we both turn away to the lives we chose to live long ago
deep down inside, we are both afraid of the unpredictability of change
i guess i am a drifter too in that aspect
i ache to ask you to stay....however i know your mind, like mine, has to stay on a trip
we yearn to remain together, but our loyalty to God's Plans for us keep the fresh footprints manufacturing
two drifters sure enough....
Artist - derelict and drifter.
Move about like windblown bones.
Bathing in the dry, veined riverbed.
Fashioning crafts and wares unwanted.
Weaving ends that never intend to meet.
Father of the northern aurora lairs.
Dancing with ice bears atop great flows.
So cold, both sun and flyer freezing midair.
Tooth walkers jab the flanks of ice ghosts.
Mother rainforest, a forever emerald charm.
Within every shadow, a deadly smirking slant.
The panther and poison dart hopper.
To the last known being of a dying clan.
They'll all meet within the womb of reckoning.
Far above this temporary mad blue orb. churning.
The mysteries opening only to the searcher.
Like a Fabergé egg on the apron of forever.