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Let me hear the dawn of a new creation.
Let me pull back the sky and restart time.
Eternity without me left in darkness I am free.
Let me walk on fire for your entertainment.
Let me ride the clouds like I am not chained in the basement.
Eternity calls to me while the shadows of silence crushes me.
Look for a way to break away from deliverance.
Look for a way to exit their schemes.
Under sundering lights I am washed away by the font of a new creation.
Blood washing me clean like a calf freshly born.
Elevate me away from my prison away from the eyes of untold watchers.
Set me free for a new Dawn and dismember me before my day of reckoning.
They say they are waiting for a new education.
Heavy is the truth of this new generation.
Swallowed by the ocean my fire will never go out but it will melt the waters around me.
I am turning to ashes chained to a man waiting to go home to a place only seen in my dreams.
Welcome home to the land of broken dreams.
See it came one night
He his woman friend, me my woman friend were out dancing. Dinner fine food. We were waiting for the call, we knew the deal was made, the details finalized. See those who had been loyal to both sides had been sain to be in great to good positioning. I was tryna stop cussing cause everything I was doing was working for everybody but me I broke up with someone who wanted a superhero, when I hooked up with " this thang here" I was struggling, lossed, confused" She stood by me like sum real romantic suppa trick. I love woman and she was the kind at the top of the line. Ain't have to say sumthangs to interrupt, just there and appreciated. News came right we at the club. Dude white with a tan, me black and pale, latino sexy came in pink lip punk, was to tell us by midnight to get the club crunked-up. But this but this cheap hussy liking malo, got lucky and was seconds from being on thyme. See it was 11:49 and I had been told to seat where the font camera was with Hootchie and wait for the live broadcast. Dude came up in here, like some first piece getting mark. And edged the time so close that the live feed camera guy thought we'd miss que. We got that chump straight with some fysta means. We like him but if it ain't focus to clear it, well it ain't no show. We filmed him in his boxers cause we grabbed him when he was nasty with the longate-llayibo. When they crowned me champ, I celebrated like any normal man. Kiss the woman, was slapped on my ass, and then came the hurt!
At the font of her own misery she wept silently
beneath a parapet sky of midnight blue
Silver stars enmeshed and softened the water
as she drew closer to the only venue of comfort
she knew, ...
Amongst the conference of moon's effulgence
lay a quiet angel listening
to the in and outs, of a sweet girl's breath
A pear shaped tear fell on her pillowed cheek
not a spark from the heavens could rouse her
not a single whisper from Jala could end
the sorrow that threatened to engulf her being ;
At the brink of disaster a healing hand reached out
softer then the caress of the breeze
gentler then the brush of wings
As she stood beneath the silver stars eyes glistening,
she found the edge line of the water and giving it
once last look, she embraced her fears and jumped..
June 23, 2021
Contest Name: The Shape Of Water
Sponsor: Craig Cornish
To President Trump, special thanks:
For pulling old glory from Syria's chemical maze.
For bringing rocket man to the negotiation table.
Perhaps making the 38th parallel just a little more stable.
Thanks for fighting for all the babies embattled in the womb.
For pulling peace, through strength, out of its iron tomb.
For sealing Uncle Sam's piggy bank to many terrorist nations.
Who've, for decades. threatened our existence with nuclear annihilation.
Thanks for signing into law long-awaited prison reform.
So, a balanced scale of justice will become the blessed norm.
Though they call you cold-hearted and bold font your many flaws.
They never mention the giant door and welcome mat in the center of your wall.
But in the meantime, you need to shut down that big pie hole.
Because all this childish drama is getting a little old!
Poems settle softly on the 'Peace Race,'
But a cyclone wind whirls to birth mishap.
Each soul foresees truth at a dreamer's pace,
While blue Earth is ripe with thoughts to unwrap.
Hope clasps the trees, painting the Elven hues.
Freeing our pink hearts' lasting love that swells
When wise leaders embrace the moonlit views,
Invoking kind spirits, summoning Elves.
The moonlit council leans on bargaining.
Soft persuasion drifts gently to mainstream
Garden Sprites who charm the soul, nurturing,
With the Elves' theme of peace that reigns supreme.
Kind 'letters' soar above divisive schemes
As Peace becomes more than an Elven dream!
There’s somethin’ about the moonlight fallin’ onto you
I’ve never wanted you
More than I do now
Every reservation that I’ve ever had
My heart’s sayin’ to hell with that
Don’t you know what you’ve found
And I do, yes I do
If I’m bein’ honest with you baby
Already picturing us bein’ 80
Holdin’ hands on the front porch swing
Lookin’ back on beautiful life dream by dream
Swore we’d take it slow and I’m tryin’
But I’m exploding inside cause I’m dyin’
To say for the rest of my days all I wanna do
Live out a forever me and you
I just wanna surrender everything I have
Hold nothin’ back
Let you in all the way
If you should open your eyes tonight while you’re kissin me
And see the shine of a diamond ring
Tell me what would you say, ohh.. cause
If I’m bein’ honest with you baby
Already picturing us bein’ 80
Holdin’ hands on the font porch swing
Lookin’ back on beautiful life dream by dream
Swore we’d take it slow and I’m tryin’
But I’m exploding inside cause I’m dyin’
To say for the rest of my days all I wanna do
Live out a forever me and you
Swore we’d take it slow and I’m tryin’
But I’m exploding inside cause I’m dyin’
To say for the rest of my days all I wanna do
Is live out a forever you and me together forever and ever me and you
There’s somethin’ bout the moonlight fallin’ onto you
I’ve never wanted you
More than I do now
It's not that men are totally blind
It's just that we can't see most of the time
Focusing mainly on I, me and don't forget mine
In our mess of a head it's so hard to find
What it is that women really do want
With all of the does along with all of the dont's
Maybe what we really need is a special font
To help us clueless men move right along
In the right direction so we don't have to guess
Then life wouldn't be such a crazy mess
You'd get much more out of us than much more of less
Avoiding much of the misery of your P.M.S.
Now that I being a real man have brought it up
Spilling the wine out of the loving cup
Haven't you heard that idea raised way to much
From most of us men that don't know enough
Well I want you to know that your not alone
P.M.S. once inside tends to grow and grow
Just try your best to let it go
Because...
P.M.S. for those not in the know
Is short for Pre Murder Syndrome
The thing about a hug is how it can show up at the most unexpected time…
in the most unexpected place and yet…
when it does…chances are that unexpected hug is one you never will forget.
We sell socks in our bookstore (on a display stand we installed),
Colorful book-related socks that come in sizes large and small.
But the sizes are written in the tiniest hard to read font
so we make sure the customer checks…to get the exact size socks they want.
An older lady came up to the counter to buy two pair of socks…
immediately I saw the confusion in her eyes…
When I said, “Make sure when it comes to those socks…that you have checked the size.”
Her confusion wasn’t with the socks…it was with me instead…
When she asked “Qué?” And I realized she did not understand a single word I said.
She entered with her family but they spread out leaving her alone…
which meant, when it came to helping her, I was on my own.
So with Google translator on my phone I walk around the counter
(wondering how I was going to handle this at all)
then showed her one of the pair of socks was grande (large)
while the other one was pequeña (small)
Now, fully committed, I entered the next part of my plan…
I showed her which sizes were for a mujer (woman) and which size was for an hombre (man)
She looked at me…nodded her head…her smile was undaunted…
as she went back to make sure she was buying the size and socks she wanted.
After ringing her up…I showed her the price…she took money out of her wallet
and as we counted it together I knew this would be rough…
because I could see her wallet was empty…and she didn’t have enough.
But once again Google translator made something easy out of something hard…
When it said in its best Spanish (and I repeated in my worst),
Tienes una tarjeta de crédito? (Do you have a credit card?)
After she nodded held up her card, smiled, then payed her bill
she motioned for me to come around the counter…to join her on the rug…
When I did she put her arms around me and gave me a big hug!
A wonderful hug that came at an unexpected time in an unexpected place and yet
It is one hug I know…I will never forget.
Masked maiden
In lacy black frills
Manacled, chained
Sensuous thrills
Birthday suit bare
Heavenly toned
Sweetened and ripe
In wanting groan
With her laced black fan
She lures with her scent
He slowly walks to her
As her eyes lament
She looks up to him
In hungering stare
As he looks down
Desiring her there
He offers his hand
His maiden in black
To rejoice their join
Passion attack
To a leather couch
He rests her down
His dark haired vixen
Lacy gowned
Hands encroach
In bodily roam
Synchronised
Heavenly home
In pleasurable touch
Their joys arise
In welcome slide
His pride inside
Rhythmic rhythm
Tantalising tongues
Hands homing
Sexually sung
Perpetual in motion
Writhing want
Cries of caressing
Her heavenly font
The mix of their motion
River of love
Quench of two
Eagle and dove
Rosy complexions
Flora flushed
Passions hushed
Pinked and blushed
Couched and cosy
Hunger appeased
Two covered in lace
In lovingly please
;-)
I would like to ponder wisdom
loving relationships and things
A life lived beyond good intentions
What it means to have strong wings
To know that life has a purpose
When it is lived beyond myself
I don't need to fill all my cupboards
It's better that I share the wealth
All those things I think I'm needing
are trapping me within the want
I see heartache written in graffiti
Why am I blinded by colourful font
If my more means that I'm taking
Is any of it truly gain
Others find food in dumpsters
and I am ignorant to their pain
In this world of want and plenty
I know I have more than my share
By remembering where it came from
I should know I have plenty to spare
God implores me to be giving
To have faith He won't let me down
These hands have a special purpose
If I'm willing to venture down town!