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I once had a special place by the sea;
A quiet get away where I loved to be;
My favorite place for God and me.
A solemn place, most Devine
And serene, free of people for a season.
The only sounds I heard were occasional fog horns,
the roaring of the sea, and the still small voice of God.
It was delightful living 4 blocks from the sea.
Now I reside 2000 miles from that beloved sea.
At some point in their lives, like me, I wish
that everyone had a place by the sea; a place
where the sea gulls flock by the sea cliffs,
Where the bounties of nature come together.
Those big cargo ships from far eastern
Shores slowly flowing under the Golden
Gate Bridge was always a sight to see.
I sure do miss my special place by the sea.
TAKEMBACH VIRAC MADE HIS LONG AWAITED RING DEBUT
ALONG WITH HIS MANAGER VIRAG CAME TO THE RING AND OUT WRESTED HIS OPPONET
AND GRABBED THE MICROPHONE AND INSULTED THE RING ANNOUCER FOR MIXING UP HIS LAST NAME
HE SAID HOW ARE THE HUNNIES GONNA KNOW WHO THEIR ARRING?
THE CROWD BOO'D HIM AND IT STARTED A LONG RELATIONSHIP
WITH CROWDS NOT LIKING HIM.
EVERY WHERE HE WENT PEOPLE BOO'D HIM.
HE COULD OUT WRESTLE THE BEST IN THE WORLD
BUT PEOPLE NEVER LIKED HIM
HE EVEN HAD A HARD TIME KEEPING WOMAN DUE TO THE FACT PEOPLE
LIKED GETTING TOGETHER BEHIND HIS BACK AND UNDERMINING HIS INTENTIONS.
HE WAS A NICE GUY, BUT HE LEARNED TO CURSE YOU IN PUBLIC.
AND CURSE YOU HARD.
HE ONCE TOLD A WOMAN AT RINGSIDE THAT THE PERFUME COVER UP THE FUNK, AND SHE SHOULD
BE SHAMED FOR BEING SO FUNKY. WELL THE WOMAN GRABBED HER UMBRELLA AND STRUCK HIM BEHIND HIS LEFT EAR.
HE NEEDED 14 STITCHES.
THE WOMAN SON BECAME A WRESTLER
WE THOUGHT KNOWTHING OF IT
UNTIL HE ATTACKED HI ONE NIGHT
IN THE LOCKER ROOM.
THE REFFERRE COUNTED TO THRE DUE TO THAT CLAUSE IN HIS CONTRACT
THAT STARTED THE ERA OF
" MIGHTY GEMBO DELGRECO, AS THE WORLDS HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION. HE HELD THE ITLE NINE TIMES, AND WAS SAID TO BE THE GREATEST WORLD CHAMPION IN THE HISTORY OF WRESTLING BY wRESTLING aLMANAC MAGIZINE."
FORMER GRAPPLING GREAT lOU fRENEZ ON THE CHANGE IN WRESTLING
In the glare of SYNTHETIC neon lights,
The metropolitan city is awake even at night.
Distracting noises EMENATE from all corners,
Peace is not found in the bustling crowd.
Vehicles pass screeching their horns
Life is never still in this SWIRLING city
Sirens wail, humans brush past, all strangers.
One can get easily lost in the maze of streets.
Everything's artificial and nothing is natural.
People chase ILLUSION and move about in panic,
They stray to satisfy their desires in TIMELESS span
But are left dissatisfied and disillusioned.
In their hearts BLOSSOM a thousand dreams.
But like roses that wither away in the wind,
Dreams and aspirations crumble as sand castles.
With a jolt, they realize that they were after mirages.
How they long for the RUSTIC calm and peace,
Where people have time to care about their fellow men,
Where life moves at a relaxed pace with less competition,
And one can listen to the sonatas of birds in SILENCE.
NOISY
Sounds of the day ceaseless go,
know no specific bounds,
Cries of domestic chores, squabble of city life to arise
Nasty noises of vexing vehicles running always hasty.
Creaking of wheels, blowing horns turns law-breaking.
Sounds of the day ceaseless go,
know no specific bounds.
‘Crowd yells’: Either avoid or be a part
being smart and proud.
Sounds of the day ceaseless go,
know no specific bounds
Arrogance sounds good
on shouting day of nuisance.
Run on days to cope with busy noisy life,
but have fun.
Sounds of the day ceaseless go,
know no specific bounds.
Loud you are, bold to shout as life will sound.
Fight in marital clash on noisy day
gets cooled on calm night.
Sounds of the day ceaseless go,
know no specific bounds
Observe days full of noises
to meet silent night with love.
05/13/21
Always great fun at an intersection
With only a four way stop
You start, he starts, it's him no it's me
Nose to nose, where's a cop
You glare, he glares, nothing's solved
It boils down to a battle of wits
Like kids arguing over a colourful toy
“That's mine! No, it's mine!” and you sit
Even the ear shattering sound of horns
Has no effects on this yahoo!
All hell breaks loose, 8 guys get out
And a bloody fist fight ensues!
Standing back I watch the proceedings
Grown men acting like jerks
Get back in my car, I drive around it all
It's not worth being late for work
Four way stops are becoming quite rare
In this fast paced world we live in
Four way stops are now being replaced
Coz nobody's willing to give in
Please take a read
Your greed is making our nation bleed
Oh, England a kingdom that was once built for kings
Your hunger and your love for World Power
Is causing men to murder and steal
Oh, England a kingdom that was once built for kings
You need to focus and read
About all things that's causing people pockets to empty and bleed
Oh, England a kingdom that was once built for kings
It's time you take heed
People are learning how to read
False promises are causing individuals to be unease
Oh, England a kingdom that was once built for kings
The British Nation was not only built by the rich and Kings
The Peasant and the lowly labored all day through
Oh, England a kingdom that was once built for kings
How disappointed you look as you stand at a distance
Awaiting and Searching for that day
That Hope and Faith will cuddle you too
Oh, England a kingdom that was once built for kings a country no more
Your lies and greed,hunger for POWER has corrupted and destroyed
A nation that was once EMPOWERED by Great Wealth
Oh, England a kingdom that was once built for kings
I jealous you no more
Your greed and love for power has now made you very unsure
Oh, England a kingdom that was once built for kings
Your petals have withered and your stems bare thorns
Your leaders now wear Horns
Oh, England a kingdom that was once built for kings
No man can archive, strive or stand on his own
Maybe it's time you make JESUS your place of home.
SAND castles on SANDY beaches.
SEALS, SEA gulls, and SAILING SHIPS.
SAFETY SOUNDS from the fog horns.
SHAKES and quakes enough to wake.
SEA tides, both high and low, or, fast and slow.
SUNSETS custom manufactured in heaven.
SKY rivers above, pouring rain STORMS below.
SOOTHING SWEET SLEEP from Ocean Tunes.
SAN Francisco, for me, a heart-finding place.
SPECTACULAR views from hills and peaks.
SAINT Francis' city, SITUATED by the bay.
SOME people SAID they left their hearts there.
SO SAD that I had to leave SUCH a beautiful place.
I lived there for 8 years. It's where I found my heart.
012024PS
Moniff Transfer Zone
Mass Transfer Zone
Atta Bouis haul ya
Sing that there?
Damn blame me
You forgot the
First word.
You should be singing
Since you know
Every Word
How they sing that
there
How they sing that
there
(Alto) You one of
them ones
So sing with the
Alto's
(Cantar) Starts the
Piece, gone sing
w up the the alto's
How y'all sing that
there
How do y'all sing that
there.
Meet with resistance
they frowned and moaned
I heard some curse and groan
but we talked it out.
We translated
and tweeted
Adjustments
Introducing a greet
Then we were happy
To see
We could get along
Our new song
We changed each and
Every verse
Music can first
ah brand new song
How y'all sing
That there
Double-dutch ropes slap the sidewalk -
snap - snap - snap -
braids whip air,
girls jump in, counting
uno, dos, three,
feet flick like drumsticks.
The ice cream truck jingles off-key,
icy lady shakes paper cups,
piragua man shaves ice into snow -
his knife scraping the block awake.
Pastelillos pop in hot oil -
spit, sizzle -
plastic cups clink with rum and cola,
congas crack, maracas shake salt in the air,
horns blare like chisme in heat.
Heels click-clack over concrete -
punctuating each spin,
each swirl of hips.
Whistles split the air -
one from the lifeguard at Jefferson,
two from the men on the corner,
three from abuela
when the coals are hot.
Somebody throws meat on the grill -
ssszzzz -
smoke climbs windows,
neighbors bring foil trays -
yellow rice, ribs, roasted corn -
each dish a downbeat.
Kids yell cannonball,
water smacks back,
lifeguard’s whistle cuts through splash.
Old heads tap dominoes on tabletops -
crack, slap, smack -
hands older than the stoops they sit on.
The block fills itself
the way music fills a drum -
the street hums under bare feet.
Tonight,
the moon will smell like charcoal
and sweet ice.
I.
They burgeoned above my nostrils
With buds that obscured my visions
They walled my head with fences
Towered above my five senses
Distant from myself, things looked too low
Until I drew closer, I couldn't tell
Just how down I was
Just how far God's love had to come for us
II.
They soared above my perception
Shot beyond my wildest imagination
Exceeding stellar peaks
Like pilgrims on the way to the wailing wall
Tearing up at the dandelions and grains in lesser dawn
I thought, if I could give life to these flowers like the sun,
I wouldn't hold back my light for a second
Behind each ear of corn I'll send whispers
And whispers of the spirit's songs to heal my broken frond
III.
What shall be said when the Lord and his hosts cry?
Woe unto those for whom he draws his battle lines
Peace shall be far from the wicked
Where Jezebel vying, wills and grows horns
There shall be her vanities to call down falsehood upon thorns
In the midst of the wolves shall be a lion and lambskin adorned
Adorned in truth to slay artifices
There shall be love's fire to receive our sacrifices
And by the words of a king, put Baal's children to sleep
IV.
So long as God's dome is heavenly
The best chalcedonies grace his twelve gates in majesty
So long as the seraphs do praise him
The four beasts continually bow in his presence, crying holy
So long as angels and elders forget stately thrones
And cast their crowns face down in white robes
Sunken halos shall break free from the hollow
With the righteous lifted, cast the dragon into the bottomless burrow