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There is no doubt that Santa is in charge at this time of year
That green nemesis known as the Grinch his only job should be cleaning up after the reindeer
Maybe after Christmas, he may want to consider running for President, we surely know he can deliver
A man who produces peace and goodwill for all mankind I think we should all consider
If you see this as a fantasy have you checked the way our politicians have been acting lately
The constant chaos and fighting within our governments is certainly not stately
What presents have they left us under the tree , more of the same, higher taxes and a book to show you how nothing gets done
Look what Santa achieves with the help of those enchanting elves, who look like they are having fun
Our politicians need to read a book on how to compromise with each other
Both parties continue to play the same old song My Way Or The Highway but with two different results too numerous to cover
Politicians need to take an example from the man in the red suit, a person we all seem to be able to get behind
If you want my vote on election day put on a red suit ,It will help me make up my mind
I never learned to look at shop windows
without searching for the walking shape of your footsteps.
The umbrella abandoned beside a rusted bicycle
resembles you more than any living body.
On the wet pavements, an old woman feeds the pigeons
with the same patience you once had
for all the things I forgot.
Someone plays Bach in an alleyway,
and the notes drip down the walls
like unspoken confessions.
In the Red Light District, the red lights no longer burn.
They resemble extinguished stars
that never found their sky.
Between two drunk tourists,
I bend to pick up a filthy doll.
I carry it home — perhaps it’s the only prayer I deserve.
No street leads to you,
but all seem to have kept the memory of your footsteps.
Even the trams stop
in the middle of your thought.
And the bells of the Protestant churches
have begun to toll in syllables
that whisper your name in the tongue of the dead.
You taught me nothing,
except how to stand still
in front of a photograph
that no longer recognizes me.
To clutch the coins of the day
like broken host from a lost gospel.
A man begs behind Central Station.
His eyes hold the same void
in which you kissed me once,
without ever touching me.
It was winter, and every snowflake
melted with the weight of a liturgy
descending from your silent lips.
Here, between water and mist,
I have only one altar:
the bench where I once dreamed you leaving
in a city that no longer believes
pain can be sacred.
There’s a lot to be said for us in the red
when we cling to the white of our blues.
Do we know the taste of starting to waste?
The pain of a bruise, that we didn’t choose?
We take to the street, world at our feet and claim to be hurt and wounded.
It’s like we forget that before supposed threat, it was us leaving lands marooned.
Blood on our hands, we still hold their scars
from their own skies, we stole all the stars.
So why close the gate, decide it’s too late?
To stand at the shore, above any law.
A fraction of pain we could take away,
their endless night would bleed into day.
We’re so quick to place blame on the ones who’ve just came,
who’ve crossed oceans and worlds so bleak.
All it would take, a swim in their lake
and in their shoes, we’d see our own feet.
Suspended Transcendental Meditative State...
Temporarily relieves, loosens,
and detaches worldly weight,
albeit bearing heavily straight
away upon well balanced,
awk credited miniature oblate
spheroid, sans cranial
dome to help alleviate
this principled capital one citizen banker,
whose penurious plight
seeks to make lightweight
oppressive burden clawing
(with razor sharp talons)
tete a tete upon pate
never to abate
pennilessness, which oppressive monetary
crisis could abbreviate
livingsocial, and spur me to abdicate
charade, facade minted "FAKE"
dog and pony Truman
kaput show, doth accelerate
velocity at which body
electric will demonstrate
how basket of deplorable
pauperism existence I abominate
past the tipping point to relish,
where being in the red
financially doth accentuate
swiftness yours truly will acclimate,
where among grave
mausoleums will accommodate
finding yours truly to acculturate
adjusting being housed
with grateful dead help facilitate
mine written posthumous decomposition
once Hades will activate
leverage - haggling with ferryman,
which latter might equivocate
par for the course, especially demise,
asper cessation circumlocution prone
fella never to tubby a freight
of becoming deceased
signifying no more flapping gums
asthma lovely bones disintegrate
into basic constituent matter
repurposed into essence, I cannot intimate.
My ears are like nests,
the thrill of sound,
surround sound of
so many worlds
the dove and the jay
the phoebe, the robin
…so many flocks
I don’t need to unlock
the meaning, it stirs
my soul, sends me
My ears are like nests,
beaks opening, my chest
heaving, relieving
the images of night
the -mares reprieving
the warbler, the wren
the skylarks, the sparrows
…so many flocks
In the Spring, to walk
upon the buoyant breath
of endless pines and oaks
to soak in the red breast
its soulful chest
rising and falling
My ears are like nests
the trill of sounds
awakening, stirring
the crown, rejoicing
in hope, succoring
Well my life was pretty good
Till Mom made me walk the goat.
And all I had to do it with
Was a piece of measly rope.
The reason for this tragedy-
Embarrassing,to say the least;
Our foolish goat had indulged herself
In a very gluttonous feast.
When dinner was served the other day
She swallowed more than chewed.
Eating more than the other goats;
A sickly amount of food.
We found her on the floor,
Stomach in distress.
Painfully bemoaning
Her self-inflicted mess.
So Mom decided a plan
To ease her stomach pain:
Every day I'd walk her
(And in the process go insane).
I harnessed her with rope
And tried to get her out.
The others kept escaping
Despite my every shout.
At last I got them in,
With my patient this removed.
Descending the goat shed stairs
Was the next thing I had to do.
I tried to lead her down
But she just stood there at the top.
Pushing and pulling didn't work-
It was like trying to move a rock.
So I picked up the stubborn thing
And brought her down myself.
Our goat had made it clear
That she would be no help
I brought her to a trot
And ran her several laps.
"Why am I her doing this?"
Is a question I'd often ask.
I restrained her many attempts
To wander around and forage.
Dining on toxic plants
Was a habit I had to discourage.
She then became uninterested,
Proceeding to lie down.
In spite of my tugs and pulls
She stubbornly held her ground.
I had to haul her up
Despite her loud complaints.
I tied her to a tree
And left her thus restrained.
I heard her bleats for help
But didn't regret a thing.
My patience was out the window-
Too late for sympathy.
A whole week,I did this,
To help that infernal goat.
By the end of the ordeal
I was starting to lose all hope.
Our dear goat is fine now;
She's no longer in the red.
I've had enough of watching goats;
I'd rather watch chickens instead.
KELP SEAWORTHY.....WE KNOW ONE THING: HE VALUES HIS TIME AS CHAMPION
HIS CROWN IS COVENT, IT'S THE MEANS OF HIS WEALTH
AND IT IS THE REASON HE THRIVES. HE WORKS HARD TO BE A TOP TALENTED SUPERSTAR.
HE WORKS HARD TO BE THE MEDIA DARLING, THE FANS CHEER HIM, AND WOMAN ADORE HIM. BUT MAYBE JUST MAYBE HE'S MET HIS MATCH, WHEN IT COMES TO THIS ENCOUNTER WITH " SHOUT " LOVE CHORE, THE NAME SEEMS STRANGE, IT SOUNDS LIKE A SINGER MAYBE, BUT THIS IS AA DOUBLE TOUGH HOMBRE' WHO'S EARNED HIS KEEP. HE'S SMART ENOUGH TO DRAW A DQ, HE'S WISE ENOUGH TO GET COUNTED OUT.: HE TALENTED ENOUGH TO WIN, AND HE'S CRAFTY ENOUGH TO GETOVER. WE ARE IN FOR A TREAT, THE MAINEVENT IS UP NEXT!
COMMERCAIL BREAK...……………………………………………….1 MINUTE...………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………..…………………………………………….2 MINUTE...………………………….3--------------------2----------------1 ( WE LIVE)
kELP SEAWORTHY......WELCOME BACK WE GO TO THE RING FOR THE MAIN EVENT!
RING ANOUCCER. mOCHO MENINDEZ.....LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, IT'S TIME FOR THE MAINEVENT!
RED CORNER AND BLUECORNER STAND OFF...….
THIS MATCH IS SHEDULED FOR ONE FALL WITH A THRITY FIVE MINUTE TIME LIMIT. IN THE RED CORNER WEIGHING 320 POUNDS FROM PARTS UNKNOWN, HE WEARS THE "MASK OF CHAMPIENO" HE'S EVERY WOMANS DREAM, AND EVERYMAN'S NIGHTMARE REPRESENTED BY HIS MANAGER MANGO MENEDEZ LADIES AND GENTLEMEN " SHOUT" LOVE CHORE...…..(PAUSE)…………………………………………………………..HIS OPPENT, FROM RED CLOUD NEBRASKA..... WEIGHING IN AT 297 POUNDS, HE IS THE WORLD HEAVYWEIGH CHAMPION, LADYS AND GENTLEMEN, " THE BIG SKY"!
SO THIS IS LOVE
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Composed by: Songster Dame
Lyrics by; Written Foo Nuttin
So this is love
that sweet ever after
I'm in love
the kind that last
forever
So this is love
redefining bliss
they say I am
in love
a chance not
to miss
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THE SWEETEST SONG
Sing me a melody
sing the sweetest song
sing it in the sweetest
harmony
till all the
emptiness is gone
Sing me a lovers piece
the sweetest tune
the kind of song
two lovers sing
on there honeymoon
don't sing make it special
we wanna sing alone
just to make it special
sing the sweetest song
don't let it ruin
what you got going on
sing the sweetest melody
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sing the sweetest song
Oh lord my God
I constantly wonder
Taking into account the goodness to me
I see dreams I see the plans of the enemy
they gather up and plan destruction on me
Fill my soul with joy
and acknowledgement of how mighty u are
Just how mighty you are
For the victory u granting me
Though divastated u hold me
and prepare me for my success
Your goodness reigns in my life
your favour ever abundant
Fill my soul with joy
and acknowledgement of how mighty u are
Just how mighty you are
For the victory u granting me
Your overwhelming goodness follows
Like the Israelites, I am favoured
Always in your rader
Ur angels protect me
From the enemy am freed
Fill my soul with joy
and acknowledgement of how mighty u are
Just how mighty you are
For the victory u granting me
u dried the land in the red sea for your sons and daughters
U gathered up waters of the Jordan for them
guided, protected and fed them
The enemy was frightened of them bacause of u
and victory u granted to them
surely Ur power and goodness reigns forever
Fill my soul with joy
and acknowledgement of how mighty u are
Just how mighty you are
For the victory u granting me
When my strength fails me, grant me power ooh lord
when my flesh takes over me
Calm it down ooh lord
engineer me the way you are
So that I will always spent time in your presence
teach me your ways ooh lord so I may not depart from them
Feed me with your word so I never hunger
lemme drink from the stream of life so I will never thirst
let me be yours and teach me to wait upon u
Fill my soul with joy
and acknowledgement of how mighty u are
Just how mighty you are
For the victory u granting me
Ooh holy spirit, my ever silent companion, ooh holy spirit
Come to me ooh spirit and make dwelling in me
forgive me for ooh holy spirit for any blasphemy against u
teach me how to pray, teach me the deepest of heaven
guide me and show me the path ooh spirit
Fill my soul with joy
and acknowledgement of how mighty u are
Just how mighty you are
For the victory u granting me
Even when my time comes and my soul is falling
Ooh lord grant me victory
Lemme share with you in glory the goodness of heaven
Where there is no pain and suffering
lemme join the multitudes and Angeles in worshiping u...
Time to be respectable
I live in two homes in my mind
I’m both Frida and Diego
Like me, they lived in Twin Houses
The tortured me lives in the blue one
The elephant in the red and white
The one that plows through life
The one that gives a son a ride
Today I’m the dove in a steel corset
I and I will come out holding hands
The famous couple of my home
The bridge between the two homes hiding
We cannot be in two places at once
But in my mind, I am both Diego and Frida
Sometimes the bridge is all I am
Between the rebels and sycophant
There lies the truest artist
The revolutionary bridge called my back
I’ll clean my brush with turpentine
I’ll put a shroud over my latest canvas
I’ll shine up my steel corset
I’ll pull out the nails leaving stigmatas
I wouldn’t do this for anyone
I would do it for you, my darling
Not even for my elefante or paloma
Only for my infant coming to visit
I’ll preen my feathers for my chick
The dove hobbles halfway to the bridge
I await my better half lumbering
We’ll merge as an elephant with wings
We’ll use the foyer Diego loves best
When love returns we’ll be whole
All doors blue, red and white will open
My manly half in my best Zoot suit
The dove in my best Tehuana dress
When you come our home will be whole
The house doesn’t need to be clean
We only need to be holding hands
We only need to be a bridge to love
Cover only what comfort allows
Let go of what’s respectable
Good artists are always messy
Even the bridge doesn’t matter
Only how you greet loved ones
Being a respectful connection