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I don’t know what the problem is
But one thing I can say
We need to get it together
In the very best way
It doesn’t make any sense
That lives are being taken
For idiotic reasons
Killers in the making
How can you speak to your Mother
In such a nasty tone
Having no type of respect
While living in her home
Don’t allow him to degrade you
Make you feel smaller than life
I don’t care if there was a ceremony
And you are his wife
Don’t let her walk all over you
Think she has a fool
Stand up and take charge
But never loose your cool
Don’t let people abuse you
Take things like a grain of salt
If you never stand up for yourself
You’ll continue to get got
Have some self-respect
Pull your pants up off your behind
Act like you have some sense
Because the clock doesn’t rewind
Cover up your assets
Stop walking around with little to nothing on
Have some class about yourself
I don’t understand what’s going on
How many young people
Own a library card
Knowledge is Power
Have some regard
For the older people
Who you cuss in front of on the bus
Smooth out your edges
Stop trying to be so tough
Be your own individual
Stop having such a bad attitude
It can hinder you
From reaching your latitude
Life will teach you many lessons
So be a kid while you can
Enjoy the burdens you don’t have
That you will when you become a woman and a man
Stop killing each other
Shooting guns for fun
Taking people’s lives
Mothers, Fathers, Daughters and Sons
Get your education
Make something of your life
Don’t keep holding up the block
From sun up to moon light
Stop having babies
Just to keep a guy
Most of you now realize
What he said was a lie
Thought he would stick around
Help you raise your child
He’s really still sowing his oats
Out there in the wild
Take the talents that you have
Drawing, singing, rapping, and more
Turn things into a positive
Allow your talents to soar
Don’t be so negative about things
Your output becomes your return
All of your experiences
Are lessons for you to learn
Take heed to what the old folks say
They know what they are speaking about
Don’t be so quick to judge their words
Because they are schooling you
And this is Real Talk
As thoughts travel from the mind to the heart,
And spoken words cause my lips to part,
Spewing forth praise, honor and glory as an art,
This is the way everyday needs to start.
Are you docile, are you humble, and are you meek?
It’s The Kingdom of Heaven first you must seek,
Before anything else will ever be done,
Genuinely pray to the FATHER through the SON.
Those who do not give GOD the glory,
In the almighty name of JESUS Christ,
They will not share in the promise,
For the gift of eternal life.
Holler, shout, jump, jive and wail,
The Kingdom of Heaven will soon prevail,
Don’t be caught standing in the wrong line,
Only the FATHER knows the exact date and time.
You will not conquer the strongman without a sneak attack,
Never being able to subdue him unless it’s behind his back,
On guard, be ready, for the second coming of CHRIST,
There will only be one time we don’t get to do it twice.
Although an unGODLY world our GODLY Conduct can still be right,
The only thing that matters is your name in The Book Of Life,
It’s up to you to choose forever where you’ll dwell,
A mansion in heaven or an apartment in hell.
Woe be to those who will experience the grief,
An eternity of weeping and gnashing of teeth,
Infinity in suffering with Satan and his kind,
Choosing to act on thoughts he shoots in your mind.
For 24 hours a day are here then they’re gone for good,
Don’t live tomorrow for yesterday thinking well, I should…
Eternity begins but never ends even with life on earth,
Live everyday through JESUS CHRIST knowing what you’re worth.
A seasoned grain of salt that’s pleasing to the taste,
Never allow a day to go by where you sit and waste,
The sun, the moon, the stars, whatever the weather may be,
FATHER in the name of JESUS thanks for all YOU’VE done for me.
I know that I could never send a child of mine,
To suffer the likes of JESUS for so many who are still unkind,
It’s not my place to tell YOU those who are doing dirty deeds,
For while I lived my sinful ways YOU still smiled down on me.
Never will there be enough pleasing words to say,
For there are still only 24 hours in each and everyday,
Days turn into months and months continue on for years,
Most everything written
(and learned ya in school)
Yukon coon sitter, (and bet
your bottom dollar) tibia bunch
of contrived information
all details bu...bu...bull...low knee
within this poetic missive
after spending a lifetime crunch
ching numbers, the following
singularly just my hunch,
but despite minuscule
approximate i.e. kid size lunch
meal, (sans two clenched fists,
and weighing about 1.5 kilograms),
not much to munch,
yet if smacked in the kisser
by a pugilist visited
square in the jaw deadly (Judy hush
hiss) sucker punch
whereby the unlucky
recipient may see "unlucky stars"
after brows severely scrunched,
thee above poppycock, and potentially
"FAKE" though (Ripley deed lee)
believe able to ye,
nonetheless behooves me
to segue-way (by Segway) to pre
sent a "TRUE" revelation see
(gnome hatter, aye
cheese silly contradict
mice elf alias Stuart Little) prithee
please just accept what I write
with a grain of salt
(from the Sultan Sea),
cuz yawl do yarself grave
injury and lodge a gree
vance against this harmless
right ham handed cree
chore from the outer limits
of the twilight zone, thus
I STRONGLY ADVISE thee,
NOT to stake eh knee
un mensch chin hubble cogitation,
and figuratively swallow,
hook, conga line
and sinker thine highly suspect re
dunk yule us gobbledygook mee
cully (meekly) reed this
more so asthma
childish entertainment, hence oak key
jist put aside any urgent task
to revel as sigh bee
devil logical syntax
with sum man tricks
playfully wasting yar
precious time free
cully (freakily) inventing outlandish nee
incoherent yawping, towering,
and brutally butchering,
Brooklyn speak (homer over
mayor later mother), she
nearly always... er added
letters "er" at'er the ender
her sentences - er stain?
Ye are the salt of the earth: but if the salt have lost his savour, wherewith shall it
be salted? It is henceforth cast out, and to be trodden under foot of men. Matthew
5:13 KJV
In ancient history, salt was sought and bartered. In some places it was carried by
camels across scorching deserts such as in West Africa where eager merchants
traded it to waiting customers. Salt was used for money in some places, thus giving
us the word salary.
Today salt is used for many purposes, stocked in grocery stores, and is available on
virtually every table.
We use it medicinally, and blocks of salt satisfy cattle’s craving. Salt in water raises
the boiling point, yet salt melts ice. Put salt on meat and it preserves it. Leave salt
off the table and your appetite leaves with it. But too much salt is harmful. It makes
your feet and legs swell and too much is hard on the heart.
Examine one grain of salt under a microscope and note its cube shape. Its sides
are made of two elements, sodium and chlorine. These combine to form sodium
chloride – salt.
Imagine soldiers in a tug of war. An ion of chlorine glares from one corner at a
sodium ion guarding the opposite side. As crystallization occurs the chlorine wins in
the stare-down. Sodium surrenders its single valence electron to chlorine and
together they become sodium chloride. Consider it in verse:
Salty Sentinels
Sodium ions stable,
assembled on the table,
salivating palates crave.
Chlorine ions tiny,
mustering soldiers briny,
guarding corners brave.
Sodium chlorine making,
crystal shakers shaking
cubes so salty white.
Ever fighting blandness;
vectors adding grandness,
enhance the appetite!
There is no wonder Jesus used salt as an example to the disciples in his Sermon on
the Mount. He exhorts Christians to have salt in themselves and have peace with
one another. See Mark 9:50
Most people are shocked when they find out
how bad I am as an electrician.
My wife just found out I replaced our bed
with a trampoline. She hit the ceiling!
I used to think I was indecisive.
But now I’m not so sure.
Light travels faster than sound,
which is the reason that some people appear
bright before you hear them speak.
My therapist says I have a preoccupation
for revenge. We’ll see about that.
A termite walks into the bar and asks,
‘Is the bar tender here?’
I always take life with a grain of salt.
And a slice of lemon. And a shot of tequila.
I don’t suffer from insanity... I enjoy
every minute of it.
The last thing I want to do is hurt you;
but it’s still on my list.
Today a man knocked on my door
and asked for a small donation toward the local
swimming pool. I gave him a glass of water.
I’m reading a book about anti-gravity.
It’s impossible to put down.
‘Doctor, there’s a patient on line two
who says he’s invisible.’‘Well, tell him
I can’t see him right now.
Last night my girlfriend was complaining
that I never listen to her or something like that.
People who take care of chickens
are literally chicken tenders.
What’s a frog’s favourite type of shoes?
Open toad sandals.
Blunt pencils are really pointless.
Two wifi engineers got married.
The reception was fantastic.
One of the cows didn’t produce milk today.
It was udder familiar
If attacked by a mob of clowns
go for the juggler.
The rotation of Earth really makes my day.
Pollen is what happens when flowers
can’t keep it in their plants.
A book fell on my head the other day.
I only have my shelf to blame though.
When the cannibal showed up late to the buffet,
they gave him the cold shoulder.
A blind man walked into a bar… and a table…
and a chair…
How do you make holy water?
You boil the hell out of it.
By Letra Compas
and
Armonia Escala
It sequence lacked luster
she found it more interesting
to exaggerate the middle
to make a more engaging plot
to detail the characters intent
making antiques of the neauce
and eldering the nuance
it creates the kind of characters
that a captives audience
would need to falling love with
with her story
through all the glory
through all the deceit
giving the majority the rules
so that those who audience
these actions
could stand tall
to speak from the stump of Morality
of the wickedness of those
they refuse to champion
but would rather draw conclusion
as the real championed hero
stands to challenge the villain
EACH GRAIN OF SALT
by Sonido Ritmo
The sages steamed in the skillet
until they became smoked
she removed the stems and add garlic
the fumes, she coughed from the smoke
the peppers made her gag as she turned her head away
only to cry from the onions I once heard her say
the grounded pork in the render let its lard moisten this pan
when the meat brown she added the sauce to the pan
the spices more than aromus there flavors
through and through
to simmer meld and remold then she the Texas
Mesquite flavored brandy bought the whole thing
together to be plated and consumed
simple clean and clever
THE ISLANDS OF SAN JUAN - TIMESHARE
[FOLKTALE]
IN A PORTION, A SPELL IS CASTE.
THE PEOPLE ARE CALLED NUGLUMMI.
IN A TRANCE STATE, THEY EAT HONEY AND BEES ARE FORM FROM THEIR EYES.
INSIGHTFULLY THEY BEGIN TO TRANSFORM THE TERRAIN AND ISLANDS FORMED FOR THE FREEDOM OF WOMAN AND MAN.
THE PEOPLE OF THE SEA ARE FREE IN THE PUGET SOUNDS.
DOUGLAS FIR GROWS TALL.
THE LANDSCAPE IS EVERGREEN AND THE LUMMIS ARE SALISAN.
DIALECTIC VERSIONS OF THIS LANGUAGE ARE POSSESSED.
THEIR LOGIC IS HOW THEY TAKE CARE OF THEMSELVES.
*
THE PENINSULA THAT RESIDES IN THEIR TOPOGRAPHY IS VAST IN SHAPE AND FASHIONED BY THE UNINHABITED PORTAGE ISLAND WHERE THEIR RESERVED LAND NOW LAYS. LIKE MANY NORTHWEST COAST TRIBES, THEY GASTRONOMY CONSISTS OF THE COLLECTING OF SHELLFISH, GATHERING OF PLANTS SUCH AS CAMAS AND DIFFERENT SPECIES OF BERRIES, AND MOST IMPORTANT, AS SALMON FISHERMEN, THEY DEVELOPED “REEF NETTING.”
THEY ENJOY POTLATCH ON THE ORCAS ISLAND, SAN JUAN ISLAND, LUMMI ISLAND, FIDALGO ISLAND, PORTAGE ISLAND, AND NEAR POINT ROBERTS AND SANDY POINT.
IN ALL NUGLUMMI, WERE COMMERCIAL TO THEIR TRADE.
THEY GREATER HARVEST IS TODAY.
THE PADDLE TO LUMMI IS 68 CANOEING FAMILIES PADDLING HAND-MADE CANOES TO THE LUMMI RESERVATION FROM PARTS OF WASHINGTON STATE AND BRITISH COLUMBIA.
**
[TODAY]
THESE ISLANDS OF THE PUGET SOUNDS IS TOO FAR AWAY TO HEAR.
WITH A GRAIN OF SALT, THE SEA SWEEPS THE BEACH.
REMEMBRANCE IS IN WALKING SILENTLY AND HEARING THE TRIBAL SINGING IN SALISH.
THESE ISLANDS ARE A CASTAWAYS HAVEN – A HARBOR OF CONTENTMENT, WHICH LAY IN BRITISH COLUMBIA AND THE NORTHWESTERN UNITED STATES.
ROMANTIC ENDEAVORS ARE BASED ON YOUR IMAGINATION.
THESE ARE THE SAN JUAN ISLANDS OF WASHINGTON STATE.
MAY YOUR VISIT BE SAFE!
***
April
Admitting that I don’t
Still care even though it’s not fair
to be without everything
that made me
exactly what it was to feel
what it was to be real
and now I don’t care anymore
Like the hands on a clock change
Arms roll loose and free
Never knowing what to grab
Or to even believe in me
To catch a fall from a distance
Even though it’s right next to me
You still can’t believe
I’d be there for every instance
Rollin like eyes on a face
too bad the smile’s fake
showing mistakes
never seeing through to the truth
but the words can’t lie
when it makes the features
turn, to a painful time
Cause the thought remains
Of how it’s never the same How I changed my ways
In these turbulent days
I can’t face now what’s in store
Cause there’s always gonna be that much more
Waiting, and hiding,
Behind every curve
Like the moonlight
Sitting on the edge of your nerves
Shattering hopes and dreams
Misleading
And revealing what’s not anymore
When the light shines green
its just to deceive
Even though it’s against
Everything you’ve seen
It’s dark
Inside the heart
Filled with stains from yesterday’s rain
Leaving what’s left in the distance
And never feeling what’s real anymore
Try to look past the stage, of the rage
Knowing full well that
In this world we dig our own graves
Take me, I can not fight myself
Stretching, a life’s worth is just too much
Saddening, to run from my old self
Causing, a stigma in my eyes
You hear a chime
Lost in age,
A match to a time
Before May
When everything was safe
Take everything with a grain of salt cause
In the end it’s no one’s fault
Like assault
On a memory fading in the wind
No matter what it’s still a sin
Just roll with the punches kid
It’ll all turn round in the end
sleeping (( COLLABORATION * Don Johnson ))
by~ DON JOHNSON
The Nullabor it does abhor
the desert in it standing
The broken heart
he keeps apart
where Eagles are a landing
kangaroo is prolific cos good seasons bring in millions
they shoot them for the last hundred years,
Hoppy is still there in millions
Almost a plague after rain
The cure the joy the madness ploy, just catch a little Shiela
but broken hearts tend to self destroy
The one true love, to feel her
so searching for the lock of eyes upon the Nullabor
kangaroo does abound, dead straight the road for sure
Ironic tale sour grapes inhale,
He sleeps upon the plain
his swag is near the old Ute, and the dog is ever watchful
his protector is a beaut
~civilization calls~
he has to go back to the city streets
And searching ever searching for the eyes of lady sweet.
***by~ POET D:
Searching and searching till weak eyes fall asleep.
~civilization calls~
Calls the plague of raining streets!
The sleeping kangaroo took me into the abyss of sour grapes.
A wildlife with wildfire turned over by wildflowers.
Seascapes; full of sand that no one dared to understand!
Drowning underwater in a universe that had no expand.
Where the passer-by's felt the expression of sadness in his sleeping face.
All it took was experiencing the world with one lonely look.
A grain of salt, in the night sky!
Where clouds ‘walk-sneak and / clouds-cry like a whirlpool’,
Tears from a near by fountain deep in a valley.
Where we can sing for roo's sleeping heart.
Death in a wild flower mourning asleep on the hour.
Seeing’ is believing when Shiela appeared.
Drying tears with her sweet eyes over the desert lands.
A Collaboration with *DON JOHNSON
~MY COLLABORATION CONTEST~
It doesn't matter who you are, I know you'll agree,
maybe not completely, but to some degree.
I want to hear what you have to say,
about how we love each other today.
Love today is a joke and a shame.
No one knows what it is besides a game.
The divorce rate is sky high,
at the first signs of trouble people say goodbye.
What happened to that thing we called trust?
We switched that around and now we say lust.
How are you supposed to find your soul mate?
When men and women give it up on the first date.
Some or most people like this,
but all I want is good evening and maybe a kiss.
I don't want to go any further with you.
I guess I am one of the select few.
Even if there is something there,
and we do have this feeling we share.
It seems like it goes away much too soon,
and the once feelings we had, we've become immune.
In the future we might put together our flames,
but right now you want to play mind games?
To me it doesn't make any sense,
why people do this and put up a defense.
We both should know that there will be fights,
but we see this and decide to give up our rights.
Then as I lay there wanting to call you for any reason,
I'll tear out my insides just to hear your voice of treason.
My eyes will water and tear up and blur my vision,
and I will lay there for hours, just me and my indecision.
I don't know, maybe this is my fault,
that you take my feelings with a grain of salt.
Let me say that I am done playing,
and I am done looking around and surveying.
I just want to find someone good and nice,
but with each one I find, its just another roll of the dice.