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For days and days the Professor would stay at Bingo Mountain. He meet people who brainwashed him into evil.ell respected, he'd lead the cause against tainted honey: now he make a batch of Carmel to add to the corny sweet syrups to fool a public into thinking they had purchase the best. Not only that he had developed a hideous habit. Eating the larvae and wasp and honey bees that he
had cultivated for study and breeding. It's said that he asked a chef to mix a fruity cocktail of nectar and wasps that he might devour them. A scientist there was world renewed, he had developed a potion that could change a moral man into a Hercules type person. They developed the Nectar of the Jupiter !
He had only to completely change his diet and had his blood filtered by a machine that recreated him into asuper human. Vile and wicked he became. One day The Shadowy Demon who had purchased his soul told
him he would be leaving never to be seen again. He gave him paper that made The Professor the ceo of Bingo Mountain and all his business ventures. Pollen Grafting machines and Pollen collectors would make him a richer person.Then he stood before the Professor and said " Never believe you ever met me:I am as strange to you as the day we met!" than he vanished into thin air!
Cultivating habits that promote personal growth, well being and an overall quality of life.
" Ripples in stream, where the moss covered slippery rocks are the only things beneath your feet!" " in I love the new me:such an affirmation cements the bonification of my need to love: I do love me so much!" Then he spoke to his new position: "sacred I stand ilmortal ,me among the Muses,Mnemosyne, the ancients shall remember me through there Muses until they bend there knees in submission!" "I am the solvent to all questions of art and science< I am the then< the now and future of both a model to stand through the ages!" He stood there
laughing: his evil laugh!
From Inspiration of a Hero
writtem by:Stem and Kirsch Fortissimo
for Bold and Powerful Sound Inc.
Story Music/ Drama-Animation
Doctor Wolfgang Sinister
the animated series
Jean Jinglers
and platform Shoes
I’ve been needing your lies
I’ve been craving your poison
I’ve been missing your demons
I’ve been loving your hater
While I was playing with death
While it was ing me upside down
While I was freezing face to hell
I’ve been moaning your name
When my hands were trembling
When my soul was jumping
When my veins were twisting
I howled your April’s farewell
Once Azrael was invited
And the sky was open
Then my mind got naked
Your shadow was my only Savior
My voice was resonating
But from your ears was forbidden
My snow capped depth was on the summit of its alp
Pleading you to be its shield
That’s when you threw it into a dark swamp
Claiming that you were lost in a blinded place
Everything was mute and your bones were broke
But I saw you secretly radiating in a crystal ball
You thought I’m nowhere nearer
Was it amusing to fool a downcast lifer?
You were pushing my destiny to its sharp ending chapter
Below the belts freedom was dedicated to a shrewd sinner
Meanwhile I’ve been taken to where nothing left to catch
Failures over the time of my rotten life have built my forgotten grave
Gloomy butterflies surrounded my sick grove
No flowers to bloom no hope to suck
No words to draw no feelings to touch
No time to rush no remorse to scratch
The door of paradise was barely visible
But the clouds drove me to a fiery jungle
I begged life to be my sucker
One last elegiac parting with winter
But death was an invincible fighter
Loneliness was feeding my blur future
Chiselling out my anxiety within four blank walls
Then stirred up a wild storm of toxic fears
Moving on was the synonym of stuck in a rut
A sterile heart gave up on its darned patience
Charcoaled love erased its existence
Dry tears chained to these anorexic cheeks
You shutdown the light you once heated up
Now I’m sober yet drunk on my coma
Trying to perforate your karma
While cleaning up my ugly Fantasia.
Where I was your moon and you were my star
MAYA ANGELOU INSPIRED ME WITH THE POEM STILL I RISE
I've been judged by the color of my skin
Treated like i'm a nothing,a nobody
Called by many a name:a fool, a nothing,not even a human
But i continue to rise
They hate me for who i am
They try their best to put me down
They try to fill my heart with despair
But yet i still continue to rise
Every chance they get,its to cause me hurt
They look at me like i'm some kind of abomination
They constantly seek my extermination
But i still continue to rise
Do they hate me for just being me
That i don't follow the crowds,or go with their flow
The fact that i'm different from them
The fact that i don't do the same things they do.
And as if that wasn't enough
My own race at times shun me, and criticize each other
Their constanly going against one another,son against father,daughter against mother
Sometimes i feel trapped in this malice
Smothered in this constant hatery of the races
We all must try to seek freedom and redemption
This is why i must continue to rise
I offer prayers to those in need of prayers
I shed a tear for the fallen and broken,watching the tears become a river
Can you people see this black youth's tears
All i can do now is pray for peace,hope,and better days
In fact,let me say a prayer in hopes of better days
For these reasons i'm gonna continue to rise
I want to say peace and love to people in the east,west,north,and south.
To lift them all out of misery,sorrow,and doubt
R.I.P. and love to those who've come and gone.
Good luck and better days to those who've yet to be born.
R.I.P. to my people who're no longer here.
Love to those who're fighting for a better future
But until the day that i can see you all again
I will continue to live,continue to dream
Through all the pain,sadness,and rain.
The sun will shine one day again.
And we'll hold hands and watch hope rise
Which is why for that I WILL STILL CONTINUE TO RISE..
Form:
I kiss your lips with angelic spirits
Swarming through the mud of the past
Soaring though the sands of time, fearless
I am as stubborn as a bull, but free like air
I cover your beating heart with diamonds of my enthusiast
I sing your song with words of astrology, tearless
Am I clever to see the truth behind my hazel eye, so mysterious?
Am I witty to be a fool, a wonderful fool for your clearness?
My soul must be free, my heart must be yours in the stillness
There is no barrier between "I do" and "Till death do us part."
No decision after "Yes" no heartbreak to confess
The path is truly chosen by the truth
For I am a truth seeker in this world of lie speakers
Emotionless, some might say, crazy, I might say
But truth over self reflection reveals truth of core being
I may be wild and reckless
But my dear, all the best people are
My fear is to never stop the search for growth
Like a shriveled black rose, blooming once again
For my Tauris has changed the color of the sky
The music in my step
The beat to my heart
And the air in my lungs
He kisses her lips with his soul
Swerving down a one way road of the future
Swirling through the feels of her touch
He is a raging bull with fire of such passion in his eyes
He covers her heart with diamonds of his love
He sings her song with sounds of astrology, wild and free
Is he so loyal to those hazel eyes, so mysterious?
Is he so entrapped by that beautiful little fool?
His soul is free, her heart is always his in stillness
On one knee with not even one blink of an eye
Looking deep into her soul, letting her in
Into his whole, even where the demons lay
He stands in awe to fight everyday
To save his love from the lightning she strikes
To never let the darkness into their fortress of flames and her soul
To never let the demon take him over blind
To have and to hold
For all the days of our lives
"I do"
"I do"
Riding the wind, she smiled stealthily
Her hair veiled most of her eyes
But they spoke of words unsaid,
As she vowed to tread
From mystery heights to surging depths
She roamed with pure solitary faith,
Her hands had wept for one soul enough
Camaraderie, she discovered a bluff,
But nothing had seemed impossible true
For she, had had the conclusions drew,
Every morning, she would think “it’s a new day,
I’d live to feel and later pray,
I’d give a try and dream to fly
My passions will never entwine
Into the shadows of fleeting time.”
Careless, mournful, her avenging soul
She dreamed to free herself from the maiden’s role..
When the leaves had changed their colour,
Age had given her the deathly ardour
She protected her clandestine ferocity
She learnt the art of eloquent generosity,
She held back her urges, lured
Ambitions had her passions floored
Because she had traveled the mortals world,
And conquered the heavens, unseen above.
She could smile the stealthy smile
Hide beneath counterfeited lies
Surreptitiously, her cries, ripped up her hollow
But she was happy that her glories would follow,
Share with her Mother, she returned in delight
Tell her the fables of hopes and fights
All her life she wanted to please her,
Her life had been for her Mother
Returned she embraced her and kissed,
The warmth prevailed, showed how much she missed:
But Mother, oh Mother, did I offend?
Where is the smile, the hearty blend
Of emotions and happiness that should enlighten
Your stony face, what has befallen?
Tell me, I plead, don’t throw me away!
I have returned to forever stay….
“Child, you are not what you can be
A dreaming fool, a fickle entity”
My Mother had again reminded me so
But my tears have dried long ago,
I die a mortal in disdain,
Hope and pain were together again.
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down deck, down deck, on and on-
such an awesome ship it had been-
100,000 tons, or more, I guess-
that it will sink seems such a sin-
this mighty ship afloat-
not much longer, I did know...
and even with her cold steel strength
down she would soon surely go,
to the sea she was nothing...
like a little twig, no task for her to snap....
the sea can always laugh at man-
when he falls into her deadly trap
despair kicked in, and sure
enough- despair was well deserved-
'cause death was facing me that night-
death that I had truely earned-
my soul was going down, way down
forever to be rightfully burned-
yes, it was foolish enough-
to challenge the sea-
and madness to kill the men-
now my poor luck to be the only one-
that's left-
to face a gruesome end
I leaned against a cold
engine room wall
in the deepest bowls of the ship-
I was consigned to what was approaching-
I waited for my end to come-
hoping, asking God, only it be quick...
my concern wrapped around me,
very, very thick...
the water's cascading now, my friend-
it's going down so fast!
eyes turned up in search of God-
I knew my fate was cast...
my Lord, I hope you accept this fool-
however, I'm dying slow-
the sea, it hurts my lungs so bad-
and the pressure is just so-
I'm dying, Lord, I'm dying!
Oh, sh_t, I'm goin' down-
Dear Lord above, around, beneath me-
please accept me as I am-
a fool, a repented sinner. a victim
and a murderer too-
I'm sure you can take me-
please show me that this is true-
my bones are now at rest-
in this lonely, sunken tomb of steel
whitened, weathered, beaten-
hopefully someday may to be raised-
to my surprise, I find,
below the seas- so many great comrades-
we number in countless billions-
as do those that live upon the earth
and now I understand, too late, perhaps-
just what a human life is worth.
I just hear bugles i just hear trumpets and horns
I am the fool a slayer of rule an androgynous clone of make believe
thought a trance, sometimes not knowing what's real as free a rational ability
I have barely cried and yet cry more everyday for the equinox of tyranny and hate
selflessness and greed, A story of Kuwan-Yin
were you the mind or the body or neither, or have you gone too fast around that bend and
do you have answers that don't end
he is not of this earth as sin does fine within a wreckless statesmen's stride,one left for homi
right for sui's, putting it all on the Ritz
fat crackers on paper plates and moving cars where there ought to be people
our savior will not be driving a beam-er
balls crushed by these crippling cars, from my first cigarette to my car stereo
aways thinking she's my girl. I'm sure i was a taxi, with loneliness my meter
look the hundreds we save foregoing the gas pumps and those
no duty fags that bust your ass
the privilege to put money into a bad deal until someone buries you at the wheel like a good
captain you go down with your hero's grip ,down with your ship
look at those campers who like nothing better than plug in they're bug zapper and radios, we
plug our brain into some machine, that spits us out in search of gold
drowned this system from it's consuming desert
decide what time forgot, before we 1st decided life was more and we have less
and lesser chance to strike, let's split on a cheap camel, it'll carry your gold
we grab what life throws, and now it takes to prolong a species cause. It knows a life so
brutally evolved, our memory could succeed where others failed,
but one, frankly it had to start with a mom a manger was as pod and the wisemen robots
I needed to go to school that Friday Afternoon, but Someone Stole My Shoes. He Rocked my
shoes at school thinking he was cool but everyone looked at him like he was just A fool A
warned out used tool. He was popular always spectacular but started to be treated regular. Had so many friends but then that soon came to an end, and his friends started to become the walls and the floors and the sky way up high. For no one would listen to his cries at night, when he had turned of his light in the middle of the night when nothing would come right. He didn't know what was happening to his life? He walked to school lifting his head up with A smile making every moment worth while, but under that smile he was mad and sad everyone at home treated him bad, even his own Mum and Dad. Sat and ate lunch in the toilets with the door locked so the jocks wouldn't knock and know that he was like A rock or A stone sitting all alone, wishing that he could go home. He cried and watched the time go by just praying that this moment of life would fly up and disappear into the beautiful blue sky. He cried and cried, contemplating on suicide. Had no more friends and bled inside his heart, no one cared to hear his part. He looked down to the ground and saw the shoes that he stole, he cried in shame and said "Im too blame". He returned the shoes to my door and left A note and he wrote, "No one Knows you Wiko, We shouldn't judge someone until we've walked in their shoes, taken A look at their view, feel the feeling of getting abused and used and being bruised and rejected feeling like your worlds be injected and infected with A disease. And Then We have every right to Judge ones life".
Im so sorry I Stole Your Shoes.
- Wiko Te Maru
My Bad Day
By Robert Austin Allison
My Bad Day
by Robert Austin Allison
Why'd you act like a fool - a total disgrace,
When you joked to me about my wife's face ?
You were laughing like it was funny,
But that's my wife - my honey !
It made me want to knock you down,
All the way to the ground .
But first you'd get a left - then a right,
Then I'd say goodnight.
As you fall to the floor
Screaming "No More - No More" !
Then I'd sit on your face,
Take a dump - Give you a taste,
Of my extremely Toxic Waste !
You made my day so much worse,
I wished you were in a hearse !
My day wasn't really going all that bad,
Just maybe feeling a little sad -
Remembering the birthday of my dad.
I can't call or visit to show him some love,
Because he lives in Heaven above.
Next time you want to run your mouth,
Make sure the "Poop" runs further south !
There isn't much more I want to say,
Except F. U. and Have A Nice Day !
Sorry about the F.U. part. I don't cuss but this is
my way of getting the point across that I was
really pee'd off. I'm not a fighter either but if I
was, this is how I'd see it being played out.
This co-worker was talking smack
about my wife and thought it was funny. Then at
lunch time he was repeating the story to someone
else and laughing about it again ! The day this
occurred was the anniversary of my Dad's passing
away. I had started trying to write a poem about my
dad but couldn't finish because of the drama. Hope
you enjoyed this poem. My other poems haven't
reached this level but it wasn't a day to mess with me.
Sometimes, the longing for her overwhelms me, and no one else knows this silent pain,
Most people think my pain is just poetry, just words, images from my wandering mind,
They don't see the battles I fight deep within my soul, where shadows dance on the edge of memories,
Maybe sometimes I lie in poetry because the truth is too heavy to bear aloud.
Sometimes, what I don't say echoes louder than all the words I lay on paper,
Sometimes I feel a dull rage, a boredom that engulfs me, and my mind empties completely,
Like a box with nothing inside, just her name, her face, her voice,
Playing in an endless loop in my tired mind.
Sometimes I just want to give up, to leave everything behind and sink into oblivion,
I am so tired that I don't want to get up even when the train stops at my station,
I sit there, caught between somewhere and nowhere, hating myself for being too weak to stand.
Sometimes I feel like a fool, a man lost in his own silence,
Carrying wounds unseen by anyone, signs of an untold story,
Sometimes I want to cry out for help, to shout from the depths of my being, "Please, help me,"
But the words remain stuck, trapped behind the walls I've built myself.
And yet, the world keeps moving, and I must move forward,
Even when every step is heavy, burdened by the weight of her absence,
So I walk through this sea of silence, searching for light among shadows,
Learning to live with the longing as a part of me, like a flame that never extinguishes.