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What sends the athlete to a sweaty slaughter ?
What makes the thief cross the honour border ?
And short man syndrome crave the taller ?
Where the grass is always greener.
The family man craves the bigger house
The fashion model a thinner blowse
The man at the bar a younger spouse
Where the grass is always greener.
Where the problems of life will disappear
Where all our memories are souvenirs
Where Highland mist will always clear
Where the grass is always greener.
Why let what you have slip through the cracks ?
And let the voice within you subtract
What you have bought by truth to attract
That's more than where the grass is greener.
a great mystery
a tale of love
love is life
love is sweet
sweet fantasy
sweet kiss
kiss of death
kiss of fire
fire warm
fire is great
great dream
great expectations
expectations disappoint
expectations too high
high in the sky
high price to pay
pay your dues
pay back
back log
back to the start
start flirting
start to finish
finish the story
finish it off
off guard
off the wall
wall to wall
wall of shame
shame on you
shame and honor
honor in death
honor killing
killing me softly
killing for pleasure
pleasure to know
pleasure party
party animal
party queen
queen of hearts
queen of passion
passion to write
passion for fashion
fashion model
fashion experience
experience desire
experience lust
lust for you
lust to dominate
dominate...
YOU...
Eileen Manassian Ghali
4th December, Sernabatim
By Sashi.Prabhu(ZEAUOXIAN).
They gasp to search and find where lie my secrets dark,
I am not handsome or dashing akin some fashion model all sharp.
When I start to tell them stuff they are not aware of , they think I fib,
Muster they will all their will to put me down and just not crib.
When I tell to them it’s within my reach and I can do,
All they will is to scheme and get me from it as far away as Xanadu.
When I enter a room as cool as can be,
They lower their voices and their scheming eyes avoid me.
As I work upon my chore some error which I do, they chuckle to see,
They swarm then around me like a hive of savage bee.
I always tell them that it’s the fire in my eye and the passion in my heart,
Progressive push in my thoughts and joys to my nimble feet brought.
Women have wondered what they see in me,
They try so hard but my inner mystery they cannot see.
When I try to show them what’s inside me,
They all say in unison they just cant see.
Don’t know if you will understand why my head is held so high above,
I push and drive to get my work done and goals met anyhow.
The softness in my heart and the bend of my hair,
They have exploited and I all I need now is to care,
…. Care I will surely from now on,
My resolve to be firm is now far from gone….
I’ve heard that the war is not right,
Because it’s only broken relationships that are left.
Don’t choke and suffocate on holding it within you,
I‘ve learnt the universal words that are true
“ don’t hold on to what you want” and you,
let go and it comes right back and sticks like glue.
Wrong choices in life by them,
Get you to the places meant for the “gem”.
But am saddened now that their hearts now,
Pass through desolate and lonely street they sow,
To “resentment alley” is the place they will all go……..
Stef, born in New Zealand’s fine country,
Moved to Canada aged 4 with her parents,
Where she had a boating accident aged 9,
Which amputated her right foot for her life.
She’s married to fellow Paralympian fast,
Canadian wheelchair racer Brent Lakatos,
And they both train at Loughborough Uni,
Where there’s a plethora of sports facilities.
Stef graduated from good Queens University,
In Biochemistry with honours and at times,
Is a professional speaker, a fashion model,
And lay preacher of the gospel and the way.
Before the accident Stephanie played rugby,
But afterwards she could not do this because,
Her prosthetic was at risk of detaching itself,
Mid-game and injuring near placed players.
So she went into track and field athletics,
Practised until she became sick and tired,
Which saw her make the 2008 Paralympics,
In Beijing when she won gold for the sprint.
She graced the podium often at small meets,
In Manchester and in London. Christchurch
Saw her flourish when she won two bronzes:
One for the long jump and one for the 200m.
In Swansea at the European games in 2014,
Stef took home for the T44 long jump a gold,
And in the London Paras which introduced,
So many to disability sport, she won a silver.
In Rio she won another silver, on the mark
For TeamGB. She hasn’t always represented,
Britain because when she was much younger,
She competed for Canada’s rocky territory.
A little lipstick could not hurt.
But she was eight, and refused lunch after it was on.
She thought she was "fat" now, and she wanted to be thin.
I caught her wearing scarlet nails the Tuesday after the lipstick.
Her Daddy thought it was cute.
Her grandmother bought an eyelash curler
And false eyelashes for her at the mall.
She wanted a waist now, and boobs. She was still eight.
I threw it all away, but people sabotaged me, it all came back.
She stopped eating food at nine, pushing it around her plate.
Pretending she had eaten something.
I knew she had not.
Still wearing lipstick, and lots of eye make-up.
It did not make her look happy; it made her look sad.
It made me feel sad; I tried to talk to her enablers.
They told me I was wrong.
She stopped eating at nine. Saw herself as fat.
Wanted to be a fashion model; she weighed seventy-six pounds.
By ten she was diagnosed with anorexia.
An emotional disease that killed Karen Carpenter and others.
She weighs one hundred and ten pounds now.
She is five foot ten, and twenty-two years old.
She is in the hospital again, and they are trying to coax her to eat.
A little lipstick could not hurt? She was eight, and needed to be a little girl. I am beyond words now.
19th april 2012
By Sashi.Prabhu(ZEAUOXIAN).
I just can't win,
And when i get very close to win ............
They gasp to search and find where lies my secrets dark,
I am not handsome or dashing akin some fashion model all sharp.
When I start to tell them stuff they are not aware of, they think I fib,
Muster they will all their will to put me down and just not crib.
I just can't win
When I tell to them it’s within my reach and I can do,
All they will is to scheme and get me from it as far away as Xanadu.
When I enter a room as cool as can be,
They lower their voices and their scheming eyes avoid me.
I just can't win
As I work upon my chore some error which I do, they chuckle to see,
They swarm then around me like a hive of savage bee.
I always tell them that it’s the fire in my eye and the passion in my heart,
Progressive push in my thoughts and joys to my nimble feet brought.
I just can't win
I just can't win
Women have wondered what they see in me,
They try so hard but my inner mystery they cannot see.
When I try to show them what’s inside me,
They all say in unison they just can’t see.
Don’t know if you will understand why my head is held so high above,
I push and drive to get my work done and goals met anyhow.
But I just can't win
The softness in my heart and the bend of my hair,
They have exploited and I all I need now is to care,
…. Care I will surely from now on,
My resolve to be firm is now far from gone….
I dont care if I can't win.
I’ve heard that the war is not right,
Because it’s only broken relationships that are left.
Don’t choke and suffocate on holding it within you,
I‘ve learnt the universal words that are true
“Don’t hold on to what you want” and you,
Let go and it comes right back and sticks like glue.
Wrong choices in life by them,
Get you to the places meant for the “gem”.
But am saddened now that their hearts now,
Pass through desolate and lonely street they sow,
To “resentment alley” is the place they will all go……..
With them losing my heart would be happy because "I just can't win"
The sconce opens with Mushtin and Scobell in a heated discussion about her duties and her new relationship( YinsTill is his name)
(the Well dressed woman wishes to seduce away her new lover might she become pregnant)
La cosa peggiore sono io che desidero averlo
il suo sorriso da baciare
che lei non sappia nulla
a lei il suo vantarsi di lui
e c'è un amore speciale
per cui io possa ridere e scrollarmelo di dosso
poi tutta sola
lui è mio
un sorrisetto o un sorriso
oh puttana tua
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Il peggio sono io
o dovrei osare
amare qualcuno
a cui sembra importare
il peggio sono io in queste circostanze
un bacio e un sussurro
uno sguardo giocoso
il peggio sono io
credere
che lui mi voglia bene
e non lasciarmi mai
essere così gentile
ricevere il suo amore
che mondo pensare
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Yins Till's Song
Il peggio sono io
che fingo di preoccuparmi
dell'amore delle donne
che sembro condividere
Il peggio sono io
che si sappia
in ogni tono
Il peggio sono io
che il mondo sappia
che un cattivo o un cattivo
l'amore rende tutto così
Wost is Me (ciercles,cercles)
Written By:
Cantor Scrivnota
"Bespoked"
Cantor Scrivinota
Dramma Giocoso
Due Dive e un Divo
" Grandest Show"
Haute Couture
a fashion model falls in love with
a Arch creator
but an Actress wishes
to become pregnant at the same time
that his fiancée does: in spite of anything
Her reasoning of doing is that she knew him first.
The scene is the actress holding a broom to the
woman suggesting she is a witch..
Ultra violet light is the sound of
the violens
and the woodwinds need the light
photosynthesis is heard int the flutes
down to the tubas
the percussions are the raindrops.
They hope to never expereince drought.
Il vero motivo per cui quest'opera fu scritta fu una battuta
fatta da Lord Enrico Ashton, che disse che
il modello aveva un sedere ossuto e che i due scandinavi avrebbero dovuto condividere un godemiché. He is to play the clown, he refuses to wear the waredrobe assigned to him.
He sneared with curses.
They gasp to search and find where lie my secrets dark,
I am not handsome or dashing akin some fashion model all sharp.
When I see beyond and tell them stuff they are not aware of , they think I fib,
Muster they will all their will to put me down and just not crib.
When I see beyond and tell them it’s within my reach and I can do,
All they will is to scheme and get me from it as far away as Xanadu.
When I enter a room as cool as can be,
They lower their voices and their scheming eyes avoid me.
As I work upon my chore some error which I do, they chuckle to see,
They swarm then around me like a hive of savage bee.
I always tell them that it’s the fire in my eye and the passion in my heart,
Progressive push in my thoughts and joys to my nimble feet brought.
When I see beyond me and wonder what they see in me,
They try so hard but my inner mystery they cannot see.
When I try to show them what’s inside me,
They all say in unison they just cant see.
Don’t know if you will understand why my head is held so high above,
I see beyond and drive to get my work done and goals met anyhow.
The softness in my heart and the curl of my hair,
They have exploited and I all I need now is to care,
…. Care I will surely, as I see beyond from now on
My resolve to be firm is now far from gone….
I see beyond that the coldwar is not right,
Because it’s only broken relationships that are left.
Don’t choke and suffocate on holding it within you,
I‘ve learnt the universal words that are true
“ don’t hold on to what you want” and you,
let go and it comes right back and sticks like glue.
Wrong choices in life by them,
Get you to the places meant for the “gem”.
I see beyond and amsaddened now that their hearts now,
Pass through desolate and lonely street they sow,
To “resentment alley” is the place they will all go……..