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Premium Member A New Mountain To Climb

What will we do, how bad will this get?
Are we up for the task, is our future now set?
Will this virus be the end, will it spark a new beginning?
How will mankind play, the bottom of the ninth inning?


Over population was bound to take its toll.
It's time we come together, we all have one common goal.
We need to figure this out, this is where we reside.
This planet is our home, we can't let it die.

The media controls our hopes and they also control our fears.
They can build us up or they can knock us down in tears.
We need common sense and truth, proper guidance in this new time.
We now have before us, a new mountain to climb.
Form: Rhyme


The Boy With The Cardboard Heart

When you have nobody 
you have somebody and 
that somebody is 
yourself. 

Because you’re 
all you’ve got. 
So why need 
anybody? 

Anybody being nobody. 
Nobody being somebody. 
Somebody being anybody. 

Somebody. Somebody. Somebody. 
Nobody. Nobody. Nobody. 
Anybody. Anybody. Anybody. 

Does anybody 
understand why 
the  I feel 
like a nobody? 

Even though 
deep down I know 
I’m somebody.

Or maybe I’m nobody. 
Or maybe I’m everybody 
all at once. 

I’d have to be 
everybody since 
I feel everything. 

Everything is nothing. 
Nothing is everything 
all at once. 

Everything. Everything. Everything. 
Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. 

I’m an everybody that 
feels like a nobody that 
misses a somebody and 
that somebody is a 
nobody. 

And that 
nobody is 
myself. 

I miss myself. I miss myself. I miss myself. 

Who am I? 

Can anybody 
answer the damn 
question? 

No, 
I have to 
figure it 
out for 
myself. 

By myself. By myself. By myself. 

Myself being me. 
Me being selfish. 

Selfish for expecting an answer. 
Selfish for asking the question. 

Questioning questions. 
Answering answers. 

Answer me this: 
What became of the 
boy with the cardboard 
heart? 

Simple: 
He folded in on 
himself when he realized 
that having somebody meant 
he’d be nobody because that 
somebody made him feel warm. 

Warm being hot. 
Hot being cold. 

Cold being the boy - 
Hot, melting cold. 
Heartbreak. 
Broken heart. 
Caught on fire. 
Death! Death! Death! 

Nothing, Everything 
Everything, Nothing 

All. At. Once.

Premium Member - Gotta Figure It Out -

I do not feel comfortable
                           Why does the elevator move so slowly
                             The light flashes ... the fourth floor
                             Out in the gloomy hall that appears
                          My mind is racing with impatient thoughts
 
                                          In all its decay
                       a whisper among the other sounds of the night
                                      Mystery casts shadows
                                     The shadows of the past
                                     may have roots far back

                           Eyes that see things that does not exist
                            Maybe I should not listen to old stories
                                    I can still turn ... ("chicken")
                                     even though it is madness
                                  The back room - behind reality
                                   A door that leads to nowhere
                              just a handful of dust under the sky


                                                   ***


                                               13.09.2020
                                        Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
                                  Copyright © All Rights Reserved

342 The Air of Amihan

342.

The Air of Amihan



Oh Sanggre Amihan, Keeper of the Jewel of Air

Give me the heart of affection & care

Affection for those who deserve mercy

Care for those who are feeling lonely



Impart to me the steadfast heart of Lireo

To stand up against the vileness of foe

Just like the air of life – let me surpass & endure

The calamities & trials that are always there for sure



Being the mother figure among the four fairies

Your arms serve as refuge from all miseries

The touch of your zephyr – oh soothe my burdened heart

Do not allow vexations to set us apart!



-02/24/2015

(Dumarao)

*Superhero Collection
Form: Rhyme

The bubble is bound to burst


The bubble is bound to burst 
before long; therefore at least 
A gondola you should opt for 
For letting loose your emotions 
Loaded with almost all oceans 
Curved currents and foams 
Potential fear amidst delight 
and excitement; your sights 
blurred by beauty that roams 

along the edges of the figure 
Flooding your whole existence 
Mopping off all distance 
Of time and space in braincase 
Only the embrace, you write 
and replace, the lips and face 
In cloud base and fireplace 
In cold case and in a horse race 
Mewing wooing cooing 
Howling, growling, prowling. 
Doing, undoing and redoing 

Life is never a straight line 
Bland canned and flatland 
It's waist band and dreamland
Fascinating woodland 
Crescent and fluorescent 
Incessantly effervescent 

So no monochrome of woe
No saying always not and no
Instead, the bugle of gusto 
In the meadow with a rainbow 
Always the wonderful gun
In your lovely hair-bun 

        ___________________
       
         18 September 2025


Change the Opening Theme and We Gotta Deal

from the tagboard media group.....
the Kelp Seaworthy Report....

Kelp)......... did you know, that Saturday Night Wrestling
returns to the Mid-Town Civic Center
get your tickets now..... we know the people In Dolbane 
like there wrestling.. and we gotta line-up
for you!

They negotiated to get his contractual release, and they got it!
he's straight out of Japan, fresh off his
tour as Champion
he came back to the U.S. for one reason,
he's looking for gold, tomorrow night
Main Event Wrestling and Pro- League Sports
unite to give not only the fans, but these men
the opportunity to
set the pace of how things should be.
" Rite Gripp" Stubby Stumps makes his return
as the partner of "  Whiney" Izzy Best
they go up against
" the worlds Finest"
Maddog and Bellows, the world tagteam champions.

" Ziggy Mellows   and "  Proper Time " Midnight Gitty Banex
go head to head in a " taped fist slobber knocker"
 only the referees count or a pinfall, or submition can create a winner

"CityBoy" Dingle Dewright goes one on one against
the " Hoedown Hillbilly, get the ring reinforced the HoeDown Hillbilly
had breakfast in bed.

former Tag team Champions
Members Of  the Urban Nights ( Hawk Menace and Starboard Eagle)
will meet Japanese Sensations: Koto Rin Tanko and Ensue Daeun
get ready for some high flying hard hitting ring action

In the main Event
 " Whizzer " Engul Summers will challenge the former World Champion
Lavish Usain Trisp in what is expected to be a wrestling epic " contenders Goldmine Classic" winner gets  a championship bout at venue of his choosing.
rules are simple
best two out of three falls.
first round is submission match ( figure four verses Glanders Clasp) or a pinfall
second  round is no Dq
the third round ( if necessary) will be
a stance start- con Ness Te, the ref will restart each decision and the bell keeper, and an outside ref will
tally points to make a winner.
get your tickets and come on down, we got a lot of wrestling for you!
enjoy the preshow with The Pretty Women of Venice Band and chorus>>>
come on down and bring the family with ya!
this has been the Kelp Sea worthy report!

The Intro's to the Honey Spectre

The Development of
Doctor Wolfgang Sinister
Story by Stem and Kirch Fortissimo
Ensembles of the
Powerful Sounds of Musicians
(Masters of there Crafts)

Professors Pernis Ptilorhynchus and Professor Falco Apivorus
Formed the "Minion" a Non for profit charity for
the interest of Honey Lovers throughout the world.
They often warned people of the differences between
honey for people(consumers): honey that's toxic.
The Professor warned many people to be aware of
the evil : Doctor Trigona Hypogea,: who's villanous brew
consists of a process meat from dead animals, which they
 then mix with sugary plant products to create a sweet
 substance that resembles honey. Curses! Curses! spoke
one member of "the Minion" who strokes the ego of both
Professors.While there's no definitive proof of it being toxic,
 the idea of consuming honey derived from rotting meat is
 generally unpalatable to most people.

One day darning a recessionary period in human history
when funds and moral had ran low, both  professors sough
funding to continue there work. They were up right and honest, but they couldn't achieve there goals and were doomed to dismantle.
Then evil came upon them, a shadowy figure
appeared before them, asking them to sell there soul to him
might he fund there projects. They refused him . Professor
Apivorus needed more from this person and went to see him at
a place called Bingo Mountain. A place were lavender and flowers were
grow to attract bees of all kinds. The Shadowy figure told the Professor he'd help him as long as he was fair, and kind. Asking why he's used those words the Shadowey Figure just said "as sweet as necaters is to the bee: honey is sweet to the man who admires it's taste: the sweet sticky things!"
The Professor told him I know you use corn syurp in your product
challenging all sacred honey producers to speak ill of you.
Form: Bio

Challenges For the Talus

YET HE STANDS BEFORE HIM
                       AS CHAMPION.
                 WITH TALUS IN HAND.
     BEFORE ME HE ACCEPTS THE CHALLENGE
      OF A MAN WHO IS SUPERIOR AND MORE
                          REFINED.
   I SHALL HAVE THE TALUS AND THE WOMEN OF
      THIS PLACE SHALL WISH ME THE FATHER
                   OF THEIR CHILDREN.
       THAN SHALL YOU EVALUATE THE RISK OF
                 NOT HAVING THE TALUS
 OR SHALL YOU IMPROVE YOUR SKILLS TO MATCH MINE
                     THAT I'M SUPERIOR
     THE NEED FOR CHANGE BRINGS POSSIBLITIES
                          FOR COUPLING
            THE TALUS SHALL HAVE ME CHAMPION
           AND CERTAIN WOMAN SHALL WANT ME
                   FOR THOSE REASON     
       THE OTHERS THAN SHALL I FIGURE OUT WHY
   AS THESE CERTAINS POLISH AWAY THE FILTH OF YOUR PERSON
        THEN I SHALL POSSES THE TALUS AND BE GREATEST
Form: Ballad

The Things That Passed

A wise elm tree of branches sprout out
To a lovely painted sky in a mass of clouds.
Treasures granted to surprise in no doubt
Carnaging every figure it endures and allows.

Freeing the birds grip of the electric wire
And easing a great love that you conspire.
How many more were there to forecast?
Though these were the things that passed.

The pretty girl of lace
And her intruding pace,
Cowers and lovingly completes her task
Covering an adorning face under that mask.

A continuing motion forces the views:
A faint dash of green paint upon the grass.
To the lazy lemon tree dropping tangy dews
That caresses a taste of tongue I could use.

To my right holds art strung in the hands
Of a dear with curling locks of licorice.
Buying the thought she surely commands,
She knows all else but her is gibberish.

Upon arrival to the house under a hill,
A youthful Japanese-Maple has sprung.
Surrounded in a barrier of grass embroidering
A beige cast that glooms your mood unrung.

Yet these treasures wont stay for everlast,
These were the things that passed.
Form: Rhyme

Dark Energy

Now I know who this dark energy is
Its been around me at work all along
I just couldn't put my finger on who it was
Until I heard that I was precious 
Precious for my bleeding that is
Like the song beautiful broken
He's the nightmare I'm afraid of
He's got me in his sights all right
To toy with me like a cat with a mouse
Why couldn't I figure out til now
Red flags going off all over the place
The poem I wrote to my kids 
If I die tomorrow 
The poem to my manager who I think
so highly of
I was doing fine for awhile now I'm spinning
all over again
No wonder why I want to puke today
I feel his dark energy and the things
he wants to do to me
He's my sadistic broken nightmare

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