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There, did you see the falling star
How dumb of you to have missed it
It was a sight so lovely
A star, falling, falling to its own death
Pray, open your mind
Let it be free
And dream, like me, do dream
Of those beings I would call 'The Star People'
Pray, forget about science
Forget about the Nasa
Just dream and let your mind roll
See, somewhere does be a world, different from ours
Inhabited it is, by completely different people
Called the Star People
They are all made of sparkling skins
Skins colored like crystals
They live, peaceful and content with what they have
They work not
They just indulge in play for a whole day
And mind you, one day of theirs is equal to a thousand of ours
They are able to do many things at the same time
Looking at them, one would think they have ten arms
They even can talk through telepathy
No need for mobile phones or any other gadget
They are not magicians but they have awesome powers
They can make food appear
They can bring a television in front of them any time
They can even fly, and appear and disappear at any time
But why, did you ask me,
Why did such beings not conquer Earth
But, silly, said I
They are content with what they have
They have not the slightest interest in Earth
Besides we depend on them
Why, they are our Gods
See, they do thrive on our Faith
If we, humanity, ceases to be
Why, they would create another world
For they are content with the fact that we do love them
Say, don't you love them, the star people
Dream you, yes, please do, dream
Of someday being with them
Of someday, enjoying the eternal life
There, where living does be so fair!
let me tell u what i think,
what i think of you,
what love you could give me in this life, after all you've put me through,
you act as though you have my best interest at heart, oh please, spare me, what
lies,
your image, your gains, your condesending ways, and still you make such efforts
to try,
how can you tell me how to live,
do you think your better than me,
all of your mistakes i've ;never smashed in your face, i was there with love and
sympathy,
i always tried to look past your issues, to understand what led to the problem,
i gave u my heart a million times, and left room for u to solve them,
no one knows what another truly feels, you can give advise, but you can't play god,
sometimes we just need an embrace, a listening ear, or a shoulder that we can
cry on,
affection brings healing, and slowly diminishes our pain,
why would god make hugs and kisses if he didn't feel the same,
he gave us each other to love and admire,
so worries wouldn't worry us, or give chance to conspire,
failing in love doesn't mean that we ultimately failed,
if the other person gave up, or their love had grown stale,
it's' our job on this earth to keep love alive,
to better our friends and our loved ones,
to pass love on that thrives.
Form:
RASTA MY ASSASIN MURDERED AT MY FEET RETURNED WITH A PILE OF GRAVEYARD DIRT SEARCHING FOR THE OWNERS OF THE BAKERY A BAKERY ALREADY SOLD SWINDLED FROM THE OWNER IN THE END A CURSE PUT UPON ANYONE WHO TRIES TO CLAIM THE BAKERY TANGIBLE DEAL WITH THE DEVIL AFTER THE KILLING OF RASTA ANDREW THE BODY GUARD WAS FORCED TO MARRY THE DEAD MANS SISTER THIS MARRAIGE IN HELL WOULD LAST ONLY IF THE BODY GUARD NEVER SHOW INTEREST IN THE QUEEN HE SAVED THE BODY GUARD JAMAICAN FEMALE DESIGNED A ROOT ON HIS LIFE FORSAKENED WITH 9 NAILS 9 PINS 9 NEEDLES SADLY GRAVEYARD DIRT SHOES FROM THE INTENDED VICTIM OF WITCH CRAFT BACKFIRED BECAUSE THE BODY GUARDS HEART BELONGED TO THE QUEEN THIS ALLOWED THE VOODOO TO ATTACK THE BODY GUARD WITH SUDDEN MULTIPLE STROKES THE MORAL OF THIS STORY NEVER MAKE DEALS WITH THE DEVIL TANGIBLE LESSONS OCCURED WHILE RASTA ANDREW RETURNED FROM THE GRAVE WALKING BACKWARDS FAR FROM JAH FAR FROM HIS ROOTS
"La Marque Ultime"
In reference to future
we have collaberated to bring forth a Union of
companies who in the interest of pro Wrestling
and Great Entertainment, have United to create
Pro League Wrestling Inc.
With cooperation with 20 independent companies
this union of Pro Wrestling and Sports Entertainment
wishes to both succeed and exist as a alternative Sports
Wrestling Entity. The board of Trustees are representives of
each company: who with power from percentage, control
and manage the day to day affairs of the company.
this is done outside the everyday operations of each
companies noramality.
Having shared interest in the Wrestling Genre the co-op of
companies will recognize A World Chaampion wit two
divisional Championship
representing number one challenger.
A ranking system then will allow
for contention. A number one contender
can be an unbelted wrestler depending on
his overall ranking in the system.
We have developed a community people both in the wrestling
world and outside the wrestling world. This includes sponsers
studios, and areana normally not used to promote wrestling.
With cooperation with
Pro Leagues around the world
Our Champion may be Booked on any Promotions
show, as long as the contract is binding and in agreement
with both companies policy.
The only rule is that a contract or contracts cannot
wish to sign a champion or contender
to two shows booked at he same time. The officail Ledgar will
be offered as officail. The Officail Liason will inform the committeee.
And the Liason will then inform the
public.
Ladies and Gentlemen: Please welcome
to the Pro Wrestling Community
World League Wrestling!
Sponsered by the Pro Luctatorum Communione
an independent Pro Wrestling Company LLC.
Disuion is dis allowed and companies wishing
to leave can do so only through neogation. Which will be recorded
to assure fan and company interest has
been meet.
Thank You:
La Marque Ultime!
Conga Bonga
Maracas Zither
Marimba Zither
gong Sitar
"Smarty Pants" Castanet
Painijien Liitto
In the reflection of a lake,
One day saw my very own soul,
In shape and form it looked like me,
But in colour as black as coal!
Surprised, I accosted with ‘Hi‘
Nervous, not knowing what to say,
Hoping it was just a bad dream,
would wake up, it would go away!
Soul stared back without interest,
like had been watching me for years,
It appeared both peaceful and calm,
was completely bereft of fears!
We could speak in thought without words,
travelling through the time tunnel,
our memories although the same,
in conscience I felt a villain!
We started at the beginning,
when I was small, my soul was white,
Then through the erring steps of life,
It grew darker with steps not right!
Arriving back at present day,
I could see why it was so black,
In the pursuit of worldly joys
My moral values had lost track!
Wiser, I seek to cleanse my soul,
With a noble deed every day,
Years hence, when I visit the lake,
A whiter soul will come my way!
Written 25/08/2020
premium competition winner 9th place
Soul Slipper contest
Sponsor Kai Michael Neumann
It’s alright to be shy. It’s alright to stumble over words or feel your mind go blank when the right person walks into the room. But silence has its cost, too. When we don’t speak, when we let moments pass untouched, something inside us feels the weight of what could have been.
My words may come out tangled, or I may seem distracted, but the truth is simple: there is someone who makes me smile even when I’m supposed to be focused on work. Yes — I see you when you’re talking to others. And yes — I look in your direction more often than I should. There’s a calmness about you, a gentle humbleness that radiates from your smile. A smile so warm and disarming that even the devil would abandon his campaign just to stand in its light.
You don’t know the effect you have.
Or maybe you do, and you’re just as shy as I am.
But here’s the thing: life is too short to stay strangers behind polite greetings and passing glances. Let’s step out of the small talk and into something real. Let’s sit down over coffee or share a meal and talk about life — not just where we work or what we do, but who we are beneath the titles and routines.
Let’s be known by more than our names and occupations.
Let’s be known by our stories, our quirks, our hopes, our laughter.
We’re both human. We’re both curious. We both want to know more, but we hesitate, afraid to cross that invisible line between interest and intention.
Well, I’m done hesitating.
I’m not afraid to ask you out.
We live in unprecedented times
no people anywhere is able to escape
interest rates and prices go sky high
what will become of us before its too late
The oil prices rise to affect us all
finding fuel rises makes cars hard to drive
so difficult to afford just for a trip
look into the future and how to stay alive
Then we have energy prices rising
escalating continuously knows no end
how do we find the cash? goes up and up
will governments intervene to help our spend?
Shopping in our local supermarkets
prices rising week by week mo longer cheap
even the poundshops lost their own ground
makes you wonder what price we shall reap
So what does the future really hold?
can generations coming up truly survive?
it's going to take some to be mighty bold
to survive this crisis and again thrive
Bewitched with irri-
tating glows,they ransacks the
purse and 'ijawo'; those rats!
Breaking news;
The Headline: "3 husky rats
ransacking the purse of the nation."
The news: As noted in the
headline of today's consciousness-leaking
news. We'll have to say this with
Annointed regret that 3 hoodlums
With pointed teeths had just robbed
the nation of a frugal amount
of papers. Hence, the federal
government had just concluded to
Deep their anxious hands into the
weeping purse of the nation,with regards to
buying a distilled insecticide
to eliminate the husky hoodlums.
Hence,the federal government has
taken '4 billion naira' to carry out
this operation,respecting the uninterested
interest
of the masses. Here is the news.
N.T.A 7:00pm. Deola......"
Prophesy has come to
pass. 'Ekule Ole' and cray fish
not worth than #5,000. When
mingled and moistured can
conspicously carry out the opera-
tion successfully. Then why
'4 billion naira?'- won't accept this
offer if to me offered.
Such amount for rats?........
Hmmm....these rats!
Who are these rats?-
Rats with two hands,two
eyes,two legs,a nose.
Rat whose glottis is active.
Full of themselves,claiming rights
Graced with deceptive life swimming
and vividly drown in ocean of lies.
These rats!
Leaves their abode at
mid-day,travels to other
forests to hunt riches.
Hunt?..... No!, squander the
riches they've gotten from
the purse of their masters- suffering
masters.
After showcasing their wealth
In those forest. Then,they'll
saunter back into
the waiting cupboard and steal
'Meats from pots', 'Eat some part of
the bread- they're already satisfied'.
They'll resume their usuall relay.
And return the same circle.
Maybe you know those rats.
Those rats on Agbada-mehn!
Driving luxurious jeeps,living
in braw duplexes bewitched with
fumming air conditioners.
Those rats that are always hungry-
contending for post and Ranks.
Buying different PARTS for their
Draining CARS.
Hope you know these rats.
I think we truly need to
eliminate these RATS with
Iron insecticides,pushing them
into the ocean of remonstration
and patriotic regrets. Those
RATS should go through those famished
Bullets!.
Or what do you think?
Hmmm.....these rats!
17:01:09:13:11
We listen,
through listening take one side or another.
Claiming truth for this decision,
turning against those who decide other.
Yet, What is truth?
Is it the first seed planted in an angry field,
or the first fruit plucked from a tree of hate?
Is it a voice that cries in the wilderness,
or the ears that hear the cries?
No greater truth exists then, we don't know.
From birth to death
and all the innocent deaths between.
To find reason and cause never sleep together,
nor are they lovers.
Reason seeks truth without cause,
cause seeks reasons for cause.
Are we a voice heard by our own ears?
Always searching,
to open our minds to the choir of truth and lies,
sold as a need, by salesmen,
to fill empty spaces of self interest,
that quickly pass.
Arguments begin,
tones become louder and louder.
Ears hurt, hearts become impaled by ignorance,
while the world turns,
and reason can't be found laying in a bed where cause now sleeps.
The countless deaths. For what purpose?
To reign in hell a King, though briefly,
finding laughter disturbing.
To hear the echo of our thoughts ring hollow,
in our understanding.
We bow before the God of our own illusions,
while we wander over the bodies of the dead,
carrying the weapon of our own destruction,
intolerance.
I saw this young boy standing there, and much to my dismay
Had a pretty young thing with him, so it sort of wrecked my day
Now I was slightly older, but does that really count
It is years of experience, that adds to some amount
I noticed when they parted, my heart took quite a leap
Gave her a healthy cuddle, but only kissed her on the cheek
Now she could be related, and I can ply my wares
Don't step where I'm not wanted, not that anybody cares
I need to make a contact, but not frighten him to death
I sit down on a park bench, pretend I'm out of breath
I sit there heavy breathing, from the corner of my eye
I see him looking quite concerned, seems to wonder why
Comes close and then just stands there, at a loss for what to say
I will need to help him now, or he may be on his way
I look up and he sees red eyes, I gave them quite a rub
I was like a she wolf, looking at a young bear cub
Can I help you, were his first words, I thought, I have you now
I completely cut off his retreat, over time I have learnt how
Could you get some water, from the bag that I have there
To get him trapped completely, give him a chance to care
He sat down there beside me, my heart took another leap
I reached out and took his hand, his interest to keep
I can't think what's come over me, and it's quite a long way home
If you're not busy could you help me, may not make it on my own
Or course, he said, I'll get a cab, I said can you drive a car
Mine is in the car park, and it's not so very far
He assured me he would help me, would drive me to my house
I felt just a little guilty, about playing cat and mouse
But the devil takes the hindmost, I was well on my way
I had blocked him in a corner, was not much that he could say
Even if he wanted to, there was now no escape
Had to stifle my excitement, so he couldn't call it rape
You'll get no more information, I do not kiss and tell
Except to say one thing of course, the trap worked very well
There was something that once I heard, the best thing you can do
Is chase a date with all your heart, until he catches you