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(Calmette, the editor of "Le Figaro" newspaper,
is ending his chat with his friend, Burget, as he
returns to his office. The "other Lipps" refers to
the Brasserie Lipps, a fashionable Paris restaurant.
He's pleased to see a glamorous woman awaiting
him, but does not realise she is about to murder him.)
2. Gaston Calmette
Just think? How? Yesterday? He was? (Alive
to women's charms, dear Bourget, I must take
my leave of you. A lady has arrived,
and I must sacrifice all, for her sake.)
You'll dine with me tonight? I want to know
just how the story ends. Forgive the quip,
but duty calls: I see her waiting, so
I'll try these lips, and then the other Lipps.
Just after five. Chapelle Expiatoire.
I'll soon be finished here: shall we say eight?
Let's dress for dinner -- what of rouge-et-noir?
I'm sure that one of us will show up late!
I wonder who she is, and what she wants.
A woman, on her own -- it makes no sense.
So beautifully-dressed. Not one who haunts
hacks' offices. Une dame d'influence.
What could her reason be for calling here,
I wonder? Why she'd do it - it's unclear.
The Moon and the Ocean
Your beauty is as glamorous as the moon in the dark sky's luminous everything around you for as far as I eye can see, stars twinkle in your presence, me as the this lonely ocean on the small planet full of wonders of my own we see one another from such a distance seeing each other's beauty in light or darkness? We view each other from such a distance admiring the wonders under our surface? Many wonders under mine but I'm only able to see your surface but it's enough to be taken back from the beauty you show me at night, makes my darkest of waters show it's deep secrets and brings life out of the shadows brilliance to waters? I can only love and view you from a distance but such a view you offer I wouldn't trade it for another light in the sky? The sun may have brought life into my heart and this world, but you shine on my darkness and cradle me at night, I may never get to hold you but your beauty will always shine at night, unveiling the beauty of the dark, it's only there to love not steal the night, Everyone wants to be the sun to brighten someone's life, but why not be the moon, to shine on someone's darkest of hours?? Love them for darkest of times, because that's what they need most??
Why hate me
when you despise,
I never get too much
Why love me
when you can adore,
it’s great but not enough
Why choke me
with this addiction,
have another cigarette
Why kill me
you can watch me suffer,
in glamorous death
Why bury me
i’m already burning,
blackness inside my chest
Why cover me
with fentanyl patches,
benign persuasion’s best
Why leave me
when I don’t want you,
please stay by my side
Why remember me
between your dreams,
in open space I reside
Indifferent to my ways
unable to keep,
an open mind
The spectre’s lost its spirit
all that’s left,
now walks behind
Wanting my eyes
but failed to embrace
accepted then declined
By
David Kavanagh
Celebrity
Star people
dance on ripple
of public opinion flow.
Stars diffuse or glow
as public wish.
Stars dazzle bluish.
Royal blue, Royal Stars
Gorgeous glamorous
on stage on TV
or in movie
perform, show magic
mesmerizing public
yet seldom
get freedom.
Star persona displays
loose gossip to portray
starry image.
They can’t outrage.
Star people are bound to
be controlled by public view.
using consistency as the motivating factor
position
of being her lover to him
it disappointed someone else
some who thought one way
only to have been faced with something
completely different
yet with opportunity we are faced with
what exsist from her want to
be known as a woman
that she in all her womanhood
can be socially excepted
and physically wanted
her motivation is she is a prize
for all of those who wish
to possess her
she believes in her way of thinking
that whats right for her
is rel and right for all of those who know her
meetings are beginnings for new
love affairs
might we all be loved!
FROM THE BOOK " GLAMOROUS" AUTHOR UNKNOWN..... SHE IS QUOTED AS SAYING, " YOU SHALL BE DISAPPOINTED, YOU'LL GET OVER-IT, BUT YOU CAN'T HAVE ME: YOU DON'T WANT A WORLD OF KINDSPRIRTS TO SUDDENLY BECOME MEAN SPIRTED, YOU WOULDN'T LIKE IT: YOU REALLY WOULDN'T!" RESEARCH DONE BY MISSYN THE POINT. MUSIC FOR THE FILM ARRANGED BY MIS GISSIE MISSIE DOWNDRIFT AND STRINGS CONTRACTED THRU THE SWELLS RICHARD, AND THE PULPLIPPED HUSSIE MUSIC COMPANY..... THE SONG " YOU CAN'T HAVE ME" WAS WRITTEN BY SWEET LOVE AND MUSIC SCORED BY THE GET-IT DONE SOUNDS OF FUNK MUSIC COMAPNY....PART TWO OF MEANIEST HAS BEEN USED BY PERMISSION FROM THE STRANGS AND WOODWIND GRIND PUBLISHING COMPANY. LECTRIX BASS, AND STANDING CELLO/ CARE OF"INSTRUCTIONS TO LOVE ME"
BASSASS GROOVELINE/SWEET BYTCHEZ!
This won’t hurt me at all; it’ll hurt you.
The meek shall be buried in coffins of little worth
Don’t put off ‘til tomorrow what you can put off forever
Don’t call me. In fact, forget we even met.
Crime may not pay, but at least it’s exciting
Smoking is glamorous ~ so is dying
Larry Bird in your hand is worth both of George Bush’s
Rome wasn’t built in a day; neither was your bulging stomach.
Talk is cheap, especially when it’s you talking.
The rain in Spain is mainly a great big pain.
It’s either the wolf at the door or the three little pigs.
Worse than a worm in your apple is ½ a worm
Laughter is the best medicine, unless you’re choking to death
The sign said ‘No bikinis allowed,’ so I took yours off
Always eat a big breakfast, so you can work your ass off the rest of the day
Mares eat oats, and goats eat oats, but little lambs follow CDC guidelines *
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* CDC = Center for Disease Control
Glittering glamorous glitzy faeries guided
Suzella’s way through the night.
She had no idea she was this loved.
She knew magic was about, for she had felt it all her life.
Her spirit guides brought her through her sadness
To this castle on this night.
Very pointedly.
At first she thought it was a dream.
She pinched herself a few times when leprechaun man first appeared.
He thought this funny. Laughed loudly.
Making her smile.
She was not fearful, but curious.
You are loved. You are loved. You are loved.
She heard this throughout the forest
as she followed the faerie lights.
The deer were there, the fox, the crickets,
fireflies, and she felt angels.
Reminding her of various kindnesses
she had bestowed upon them.
She did not feel she was worthy of such honor.
But they did.
So she was here now
Following her heart, surrounded by angels.
Walking toward a better life.
No one had ever had a finer death.
The splendor of blossoming flower,
in the petals of the unfurling buds it lies,
as the spring’s sweet scent shower
saturates the latticed wings of butterflies.
Their charm surrounds the frame of charisma,
I see suspended on the wall,
and while watching I float in the air of fantasy,
I reinvent the captivating magnetism of Mona Lisa.
The sensuous forces of attraction that enthrall,
carry women’s time transcending pure beauty.
Nothing lies between the charming Eve and you,
when you’re in view my vision is suffused
with the enchanting radiance of rainbow hue,
shimmering on the enigmatic smile enthused
by the lure of the silver-lined drifting cloud,
making the face enticingly glamorous,
filling my mind with endearing fascination.
As my entranced feelings come out of shroud,
I envision the picture so gorgeous
exude the lady’s everlasting attraction.
The charm of the spectacular still life image,
created by the painter supreme,
activates the sense of awe with the luring visage,
with the eyes of crystal stars dreaming cosmic dream.
As the tinsels of charm swathe my mesmerized heart,
the pulsation of beguiling cadence I feel.
I perceive the aura of exquisite brilliance
in the grand masterpiece of superb living art.
The metaphors of her relentless appeal
define women’s enduring eternal magnificence.
The Man is lying naked.
This filthy pavement is his abode.
The Man is emaciated and famishing.
And he never begs for alms,
Proud and conceited.
The road is busier than ever.
No one takes interest in him.
No one catches a glimpse at him.
And a few feign not having seen him at all.
The time fleets on, the cars move on,
The Man is lying naked.
At the first blush, far from being a beggar
Is the Man.
He is well-complexioned with big glamorous eyes.
His face is sleek and his hair shines against
The lustrous sunbeams.
His eyes are gleeful, but mournful is his heart.
Penniless though, his craving for gold is sheer.
He ogles at the gold brought by the people around.
But he never begs for alms,
Proud and conceited.
Then someone nears him and asks who he is.
After much vacillation, he dismisses his taciturnity.
“Mankind is my name”, he replies.
The time fleets on, the cars move on,
The Man is lying naked.
Where Lost Souls Meet
Pose for the scene,
A star shines bright,
Living the dream.
Glistening skin,
Heart full of fire,
Chasing the spotlight,
Rising higher and higher
Stiletto heels on a Friday night,
Prowling the city, bathed in bright light.
The world at her feet,
The LA streets
Where lost souls meet,
Filtered skies frame her glamorous life,
But down on the streets, there’s a different strife.
Chasing dragons
Flying higher and higher
Hope escapes with each fading sun,
A homeless heart, no place to run.
Reluctant dreams in oversized clothes,
A weary soul where no warmth ever flows.
Stars rising high, yet some never soar,
Falling apart, feeling less than before.