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The Possum of Possibilities was invited by Grandpa Troll to visit our brood,
The Possum heard Carol had a dry spell and a terrible writer’s block, so true.
With the troll’s adventures, penguin’s antics, and witches brew...
With Dragon’s mayhem in town, something had to be done, they knew.
Grandpa Troll brought Possum over, for Carol to peruse,
He looked her up, down, and sideways to everyone’s amuse,
Her mind’s wheels were not lined up right, he announced.
You have activity all about you, that's very pronounced.
It is all swirling around and not latching to the cogs.
Ideas and stories are coming in fast and plenty, but…
There are so many and they are acting like a stream of logs,
Her brain is overloaded and getting a little bit clogged.
Possum instructed Grandpa Troll on the best course of action,
But Dragon was nearby and overheard the conversation.
Our fiery friend was planning on how to clear the brain jam,
Then ski-daddle and go on the lam.
Like so many plans before, he knew Carol’s brain was crammed,
And his ideas always ended up like some explosive spam.
Grandpa Troll saw that look in Dragon’s eyes and knew there was a plot,
And said to Possum; “We'll need your help again, before we’re in a spot.”
Over to Dragon Possum went, then a once over, right, left, and top to bottom,
Grandpa Troll reached into a dusty drawer that hadn’t seen light since Suttom.
Out he pulled two pens, one larger than the other, filled with magic ink.
An incantation filled the air – “E pluribus divideous writeous inlink.”
(Basically saying; what stories were divided are now joined by two writers.)
Possum handed one to Carol and the larger one to Dragon.
“With the magic pens, you both will be able to see the stories about you.”
For Carol, he pointed out; now the cogs won't get dinked, as ideas get linked,
And Dragon, a source of the jams, once written down, became happy as a clam.
Both help each other, now, as Grandpa Troll had hoped with all the activities.
And with a little help from an old friend, called the Possum of Possibilities.
A writer’s block that was going on with his dear...
Is a tale that Hubby has now told, and made so clear.
And now another peaceful evening… was suddenly shot all to Heck...
Until Next time…. As Dragon and Carol are now racing all about!
Michael Eastman & Carol Written 7-21-2015
Although I greatly loved socializing, I really enjoyed being alone,
Like ebony evenings of magic, with no ringing of the telephone.
Since my young childhood, I had been, an introverted extrovert,
Like one with eyes to azure skies, for solitary sun's extra burst!
I loved my work as a museum tour guide, as blossoms love rain,
And offish Mars loves twirling alone, in the red days of his fame.
Yet, in leisure hours I was often alone, like a full, alienated moon,
Or stunning, vibrant rainbows, that won't be amassing very soon.
Friends oft invited me to parties, and sometimes I would accept,
As sun is seen coaxing roses, from the beds where winter's slept.
I lived in the house of quiet starlight, each of them roving alone,
Like solitary, jade grasshoppers, when green grass is overgrown.
My nearest neighbor was my best friend, and we were like family,
Ofttimes together, laughing steadily, in the days of golden vanity.
Pleasant summer was in high spirits, with a whistling in the trees,
And a continuous, merry humming, from hives of the honeybees.
One day, I labored in my garden, while marigold blooms sang sun;
And I saw a lone woodpecker tapping, getting his own work done.
It was not the first time I'd seen one, and they were always solo,
Like a total eclipse of the glorious sun, making of him a no-show.
Then I saw a pink hummingbird, flying backward, and upside down,
Reveling in aloof, open air dining, out on the quaint sunshiny town.
This brought to mind adorable koalas, living out serene lives alone,
Like a dramatic, lone shooting star, heading out to zones unknown.
Later I saw a pretty emerald butterfly, more solitary than the birds,
They live and usually migrate alone, past the city's outlying suburbs.
Then there is reclusive, giant panda, active at night and by twilight,
When hued skies remember and review, the golden day's highlights.
Thinking of complex nature's solo acts, I did gain valuable insights,
For being alone is only natural, circumstances defining what's right.
I am no longer feeling guilty, but am accepting myself just as I am.
As the sun accepts taking over, when heavy storms are on the lam.
I still laugh it up at joyous parties, like fireworks and confetti stars,
Yet, I require long intervals of silence, like silky nights of no chaos!
Copyright 2014 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
POETIC LYRICS BY THOMAS LAM HSI-ANDRESS
(Earlier Titled "I Thought That She Was Just Another Super
Lily White) [P.S., PAST TENANT 'ROOMATES' and NON-FRIENDS...
HAVE BROKEN INTO AND STOLEN MY SONG-LYRICS...AND POSTED
AS 'THEIR' INTELLECTUAL PROPERTIES!]
[ELLIE GOULDING, "HALCYON," Track No. 11]
I......I NEVER...NEVER-EVER...EVEN-THOUGHT-OR-IMAGINED...
A-SADDER/GIRL-OR-STORY!
LILY-WHITE!
LILY!
I......I NEVER...NEVER-EVER...EVEN-THOUGHT-OR-IMAGINED...
A-SADDER/GIRL-OR-STORY!
LILY-WHITE!
LILY!
DEEPER...AND-TOO...DEEP-DEEP/BLUE!
DEEPER...AND-TOO...DEEP-DEEP/BLUE!
EYES......BEYOND...THE-BLUE-AZURE/OF-THE/SKY!
EYES......THAT-WERE/FROM-BEYOND-THE/AZURE-OF-THE/SKY!
EYES......THAT-WERE/FROM-BEYOND-THE/AZURE-OF-THE/SKY!
AND-SHE/FLIES!
AND-SHE/FLIES!
A......LILY-WHITE...THAT-FLIES!
A......LILY-WHITE...THAT-FLIES!
SHE/FLIES!
SHE/FLIES!
THROUGH......THE-PITCHED/BLACKNESS-OF-THE/ROYAL-BLUE/NIGHT!
RIGHT-THROUGH......THE-PITCHED/BLACKNESS-OF-THE/ROYAL-BLUE/NIGHT!
TORE-AND/TORN...STRAIGHT-THROUGH......A-FLESHLY/HUMAN-HEART......
MINE!
AND-SHE-WAS.........TORE-AND/TORN.........STRAIGHT-THROUGH......
A-FLESHLY......HUMAN-HEART...MINE!
[ELLIE GOULDING, "HALCYON," Track No. 7]
YOU...ARE...BEAUTIFUL.........NO.........REALLY!
THANK...YOU!
YOU...ARE...BEAUTIFUL.........NO.........REALLY!
THANK...YOU!
YOU..........ARE.....................
I......SAID......THANK YOU! OKAY? THANK YOU!!! [VERY POWERFUL EMPHASIS]
BUT.........BUT.........HOW?
WHY............DID YOU............SEE SOMETHING?
BUT...............I.........THOUGHT.........THAT YOU WERE JUST.........PERRY WHITE'S
NIECE?
HOW?
WHY.........DID YOU SEE SOMETHING?
I............I HAVE NEVER EVER READ, SEEN, OR HEARD......OF SOMEONE OR...
SOMETHING SADDER!
I HAVE NEVER EVER READ, SEEN, OR HEARD......OF SOMEONE OR SOMETHING...
SADDER!
AND YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL...
AND YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL...TO ME!
AND YOU FLY! FLY AWAY..........TO THE STARS!
AND YOU FLY! FLY AWAY...AND DANCE......AND-HOP-SKIP-SNAD-DANCE...
AMONGST-THE-STARS/AND FROM..........CON-STE-LA-TION......TO......
CON-STE-LA-TION!
TAKE-ME!
TAKE-ME!
NO!
NO!
A.........ROYAL SUPER.........NEVER-EVER/DIES!
A.........ROYAL SUPER NEVER EVER DIES!
FINI
(Revised with new homophone added in. Thanks for the catch, Becca!)
*Wants upon **uh thyme inn uh would, uh vary gneiss prints named Hairy
met inn the missed, hi awn the bow of uh tree- uh ferry named Tarry.
The ferry felt lo, fore he was week, and he was inn knead of sum meet.
He bald, “Whoa is me. Eye cant even stand hear awn my own too feat!
My pour hart is braking, and I’m inn pane. The last thyme that eye eight
was daze ago. Ewe sea, I’m inn uh hays and due naught feel sow grate.
Eye parish and long fore whine and ham. Even bettor wood bee lam!
Butt eye wood settle four uh peace of bred with sum suite bury jam!”
Prints Hairy new he had sum mince, sum Tick Tax that **whir inn the pear
of gnu read genes he war. He took them out and waived them inn the heir.
*“Lickerish to, eye halve write hear!” Prints Hairy tolled the ferry.
“Its naught much, butt pleas dew eat. Later awn, wheel dyne and make marry.”
Prints Hairy placed the ferry Tarry aun his pail ***wight hoarse.
Then aweigh the roil with the ferry hastened aun his homeward coarse.
Awl day long they road and road. ***Wen the ferry started to grown.
Suddenly, from the hoarse, both the man and ferry whir throne.
Hungrily they paste beneath the setting son and threw the knight.
They pressed awn until mourning. Hairy’s residents came inn cite!
Prints Hairy’s wife had supper ready, and she’d maid uh pi.
From udder happiness, the ferry thought that he mite dye!
She *heeded up they’re food four them. They both had groan sew pail!
She listened as the ferry Tarry tolled his tragic tail . . .
of how heed lost his weigh and, four food, had knot won crumb
until her deer spouse rescued hymn. At last, his prints had come!
Written April 10, 2015, using homophones from various lists.
Note: I did not use letters, for example, U for “you” ; they were not on the lists I found.
Neither was “hee” which I was going to use for “he.”
The main list used was The HOMOPHONES LIST of John F Troutman and Joy A Miller
* these are a few more homophones I found on Wikipedia’s list.
** these homophones appear on Homophones.com, perhaps the most comprehensive one.
*** These homophones, perhaps antiquated, are from Suber & Thorpe British English
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Poetic Lyrics By Thomas Lam Hsi
THERE IS ONLY ONE TRUE GOD...THE LORD GOD ALMIGHTY...WHO ALONE CAN
SAVE FROM Satan...who plays 'all' roles...the devil...the 'Lord Jesus'...
the 'Father'...the 'Holy Spirit'...all 'Other Gods'...and 'alien gods'...HE...THE
LORD JESUS CHRIST HIMSELF IS FULLY GOD AND MAN...AND HE ALONE...
IS THE ONLY WAY TO GOD THE FATHER...and to an Actual Heaven!
Dusty roads...'n tired...blue-eyes...till...I...CRIED...'n...DIED!
I'm...so...SORRY...I...LIED...TILL...I DIED!
How...would...I...EVER KNOW...it...was ALL A LIE?
He said..for better...or...FOR WORSE...and I...said...EVEN...FOR WORSE!
NOTHIN..BUT...LIES...till...I...DIED...AND DIED...my money...HIS LIES!
Summer Camp...a...TIME...IN-THE-SUN...'n BOWLS of FUN...and...CHILI 'n DOGS!
Journals 'n FUN...circling 'round...DUSTY ROADS...alone...LOST...TILL FOUND!
HE...WAS...SO BEAUTIFUL..and...so...WAS I...till...I DIED...when...SHE CAME 'ROUND!
I...came...'round...FROM ROUND-TO-ROUND...till...I CAME AROUND!
And...BEAUTY...did...HE...say...HE FOUND [from, "You're a fatty...and a ROUND NOSE!"]!
CHORUS:
Riding alone...on...a...WHITE STALLION...'n MY BLUE...SUEDE BOOTS!
Cool as a cucumber...HOTTER...than...WHISPERED... GOLDEN-FLAKES....on a
BED OF PINK & RED ROSES...on a...BED...of a...LAZY SUNDAY MORNIN...MY...
PUPPY...LOVE!
What starts as...GOLDEN-BURSTS & WHITE LILIES...and...leads...TO ALTARS...
Of...FORKS 'n THE ROAD!
D'IVERGENT...sheets of...PAIN...as...WATER...FALLS...on...MOTTLED-ROCKS!
I'M...RIDING...ALONE...on...a...WHITE STALLION...his...LETTER FALLS...as...a
SILKEN SCARF...I'M...RIDING...ALL...ALL ALONE!
From...dusty roads...to...DUSTY ROADS...from...SYLVAN FORESTS...to...
EMERALD CREEKS!
WE...RODE...TOGETHER...the...WINDS...WEAVING...OUR LIVES...
TOGETHER...till...WE...WERE LOST!
'N...MY...BLUE...SUEDE BOOTS...THE...MAN...ON-THE-MOON...whispered...
YOU...were...ALONE...AGAIN!
Riding...to...A...GOLDEN...SUNSET...YOU...GOT LOST...AGAIN...the...JEWELS...
On...a...DOWNY BED...YOU...GOT LOST!
BRIDGE:
The INNOCENCE...of...a...CHILD-HOOD...ROMANCE...the...HEART-OF...
A-PRINCE?
I...came 'round...FROM...ROUND-TO-ROUND...a...HEART...I...FOUND...
BUT...TORN...evanescence...of...PINK-CHAMPAGNE...'N-TEARFUL...
WISHES!
Copyright 2014 A.D., ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
By Thomas Lam Hsi Andress (TLH ANDRESS)
THE 'AUDACITY' OF DISCLOSURE!!!
Thomas Hsi
1 second ago
This VERY SONG is the VERY REASON that I KEEP HOPING that LOVE WILL ONE DAY...'MAYBE'...FIND ME...as 'SHE'...finds...ME! After I was 'DELIVERED' by 'URSULA'...on APRIL 23, 1959 A.D., as a 'LILY-WHITE' MALE CHILD, but raised as an 'ASIATIC,' though I would go on to BECOME A MENTAL AND PHYSICAL 'SUPER-MAN' in that I would accomplish so many 'AMAZING' things in my 55 year-lifetime ( 70 mph 'ACCELERATED-RUN,' 378 lbs. 'ONE-ARM' DUMBELL CURL, 878 lbs. 'ONE-HAND' DEADLIFT, over 300 'ORIGINAL or IMPROVED GOURMET-QUALITY' FOOD RECIPES, 'WORLD'S FINEST POET, POETIC LYRICIST, ATTORNEY (AVVO-DISTINGUISHED, 14 OF MY 26 MEMOS WOULD GO BEFORE THE UNITED STATES SUPREME COURT, WITH THE 'SUPER-MAJORITY' OF THE CASES BEING DECIDED ALONG THE LINES IN WHICH I HAD CONCLUDED), VALEDICTORIAN AT EVERY MAJOR UNIVERSITY AROUND THE WORLD (based on 'Test Scores' at the University of Southern California and the University of Hawaii), the 'WORLD'S HIGHEST LSAT-TEST SCORE,' the 'WORLD-VALEDICTORIAN' LAW-GRADUATE (as McGEORGE SCHOOL OF LAW was the 'MOST DIFFICULT CLASS EVER FOR THAT PARTICULAR YEAR,' 'ORIGINATOR' OF THE PUBLIC ADDRESS, PORTABLE, RADIO-DEVICE WHICH WOULD LEAD JAPAN TO DEVELOP THE MODERN KARAOKE-MACHINE, and lead SOUTH KOREA TO DEVELOP THE HIGH-DEFINITION TELEVISION, 'MELON-STYLE' DRINKS, the 'SOLELY-RESEARCHED, WRITTEN, EDITIED, COPIED, AND DISTRIBUTED' 5 and 1/2 PAGE COMPRESSED OUTLINE FOR DETERMINING WHAT A CONFORMING AND NON-CONFORMING RESALEABLE LOAN IS, along with a PROPOSAL FOR DAWN FINANCIAL, where the 'EQUITY-VALUE' OF AN OLDER-HAWAIIAN REAL PROPERTY INTEREST, could be REALIZED UPON BY RELEASING THE BUILT-UP 'EQUITY,' the development of a 'PROGRESSIVE-STYLE' BETTING SYSTEM at the WHEEL OF FORTUNE and ROULETTE TABLE (first used by Me at the MGM GRAND HOTEL & CASINO in RENO, NEVADA), 'DEVELOPER' OF THE 'FAST-OUTBOARD-MOTORBOAT,' with a 'SCOOP-VECTOR,' the 'MULTI-DIRECTIONAL SCOOP-VECTORING-SYSTEM,' the 'SWIVEL-WIND-FAN-SYSTEM' (with various 'FAN DESIGNS,' including the 'MULTI-DIRECTIONAL-OBLIQUEST-DESIGN,' a 'PROPOSED-DESIGN' for a SPACE-SHUTTLE which solves the 'O-RING' PROBLEM.
Copyright 2014 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
POETIC LYRICS BY THOMAS LAM HSI (ANDRESS)
Dedicated to those who lost their hearts in search of the 'Valentine' of
their hearts!
Do you know...what you did to my heart...when I was hopeless
And without a date?
'Cuz...I was hopeless...and without a date!
HOPELESS...AND-WITHOUT-A...DATE!
HOPELESS...AND-WITHOUT-A...DATE!
You were royal...and-all-too-TRUE!
You were royal...and-all-too-TRUE!
And I was...HOPELESS...AND-WITHOUT-A/DATE!
I was...HOPELESS...AND-WITHOUT-A/DATE!
I was a surfer-girl...and you were/A-ROYAL!
You were/a-royal...and I was a/SURFER-GIRL!
Do oil-and-water/MIX?
Does/oil-and-water...MIX/WELL?
Do oil-and-water/MIX?
Does/oil-and-water..MIX/WELL?
White-nosed/with-a/ROYAL...A-SURFER-GIRL/with-your/DEEP-POCKETS!
White-nosed/with-a/ROYAL...A-SURFER-GIRL/with-your/DEEP-POCKETS!
Do the stars in heaven/LAST-LONG?
Have the legends/of the heavens...EVER-LASTED/LONG?
Do the stars in heaven/LAST-LONG?
Have the legends/of the heavens...EVER-LASTED/LONG?
Isn't it strange...how the rain/can-be painful...OR...BEAUTIFUL
IN THE MIDDLE-OF...THE-NIGHT?!?!
It can be so-strange...IN-THE-MIDDLE-OF-THE/NIGHT!
I was a simple/surfer-girl/and-you/WERE-A/ROYAL!
But ARTHUR/DOESN'T-SURF!
I was a simple/surfer-girl/and-you/WERE-A/ROYAL!
But ARTHUR/DOESN'T-SURF!
It was a/ROYAL-DATE...AND-A/LATE-NIGHT...and/way-way/too-LATE!
It was a/ROYAL-DATE...AND-A/LATE-NIGHT...and/way-way/too-LATE!
The instruction/book...said-to/ROLL-WITH-THE/WAVES...
BUT/TO-AVOID/THE-SHARKS!
The instruction/book...said-to/ROLL-WITH-THE/WAVES...
BUT/TO-AVOID/THE-SHARKS!
ARTHUR/DOESN'T-SURF...AND-DEEP-POCKETS...ARE PENNILESS!
ARTHUR/DOESN'T-SURF...AND-DEEP-POCKETS...ARE PENNILESS!
A simple/surfer-girl...SHOULD/KNOW-WELL!
A simple/surfer-girl...SHOULD/KNOW-WELL!
Your-teethy/SMILES...AND-DEEP/POCKETS...DON'T/ROLL-WELL!
Your-teethy/SMILES...AND-DEEP/POCKETS...DON'T/ROLL-WELL!
It was a/ROYAL-DATE...AND-A/LATE-NIGHT...and/way-way/too-LATE!
It was a/ROYAL-DATE...AND-A/LATE-NIGHT...and/way-way/too-LATE!
Momma-told-me...AND/Poppa-told-me...TO-HATE-HIM/OR-LEAVE-HIM!
I SHOULD'VE/HATED-YOU/AND-LEFT-YOU...TOO!
I SHOULD'VE/HATED-YOU/AND-LEFT-YOU...TOO!
Love me
Even if that is for a moment
But promise me that you will make that moment re memorable
Tell me that i am pretty with out make up
Then Kiss every inch of me even then part that i hate to be seen
Then tell me you lied i am not pretty that i am beautiful
And the only person who opinion matters is your
Just tell me that even if you don't mean it
Tell me that so i can feel human
just for a moment that is all i need a moment
Tell me sweet lie
So that my ears can jump and dance with joy
Then when they are done
Tell me the truth hard
And go back to your normal routine
Tell me that i am Ugly and that you will never love me
Tell me that i can never do better than you so what is the point of me leaving
Tell me i am dirt then make me feel like it too
Then when you get tired of the silence and me taking it
Smack me down
Kick me around
Punch me hard
Like you clam you tell the truth
But this time don't do it behind close doors
Do it in public
And do it will no shame
Then yell at me like i am the one to blame
Like i am wrong for no responding to your ignorance
I am wrong for trying not to hurt you and leave
Like i am wrong for being loyal
Like i lam wrong wearing my heart on my sleeve
Like i am wrong for being me
But everyone know the only thing i am wrong for i loving you and not loving me
And Letting you treat me like this and actually thinking about and wanting to have in scars and pain of the cuts on my wrist
But what would be the reason only thing i would have to do is try to leave
And have you beat me and remind me that i can feel
I think that is the only reason that i STAYED to know for sure that i was real
To know that this wasn't a dream
But instead of pinch me i must be dreaming
It was beat me so i could come back to reality
But i thank you
I thank you for teaching my the lesson that love dosed come with a punch
Nor a kick, slap, Or anything in between
And it doesn't come with your someone trying to control you
And it doesn't come with any of the pain and suffering
I might not know what the word might mean but i know it wasn't not this
but you were a lesson learned and you will not be missed
But the only thing i have to ask was it all worth it
Form:
Thine distorted reflection rippled
within rain maker's pool
upon a midnight clear
full moonlight sonata
flooded shallow abyss,
cleaved fractal structures of silence
reverberating deathly hallow from 'ere
to infinity, whence magic wand
whipped out from
whereabouts unknown
wove disenchanting spell
atop me shaded noggin more'n
fifty ruffle lake suns
Dorian Gray pictured here
to fore, awakened
from drunken stupor,
whence sober self
saw repulsive trouper
fluid dynamic image jeer
at pot bellied, dead panned,
and ad libbed the mere
ore image lam bent,
mutilated spindled
various horrid aspects of
myself nine inch
rusty nails impaired
which, aghast at such
creepy distortion i didst rear
like a bucking bronco unclear
how this horrid, jagged,
limned paragon did wear
a grotesque disfigured Joeseph Conrad
lost within heart of darkness – maybe Zaire
or Zulu-land, this
soaked silhouette half bare
from waist to head showed unmanly
sagging overly engorged breasts
plus right and left elephant sized ear
egad, THAT CANNOT BE ME,
yet upon performing
self exam a glare
ring outburst ensued,
cuz thy once
bronzed handsome physique
now grist for a Joker to jeer
and fodder made
for television series created,
directed, and executed by Norman Lear
which role might be
temporary for Halloween, but near
lee every SINGLE day and night,
thy aged dusk fraught hominid jerked,
leaped, pooh poohed I ham ill prepared
to accept, roistering, rollicking,
rueing this Frankenstein scarred
complex deplorable edifice able,
ready, and willing to be tarred
rather than evince flabbiness,
gruesome homeliness, instance
when no objection would arise
to live out the remaining days of this life
as the world wide web turns, spins, rattles...
and voluntarily sign myself into a stew ward
with (at minimum ), a ghoulish, gnarly,
gummy self activated door
leading to privet hedge row trimmed
topiary resplendent yard
cuz every cotton pickin, friggin,
fingerhut lickin portal iz barred
dated Friday the thirteenth
with **** face on that card!
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The Emote Monologues Series
by Ashleigh Chaka
The steps in my mind
Dear....
l have written this with due diligence that it gets to you quickly,
For you are the only person that l can talk to,
l have been having too many headaches,
l just feel there is some dodging footsteps in these membranes,
l know l am sure
You know l just don't make use of my emotional diagnosis,
Which l have conformed to now and again,
Connoted by the fidgeting of my skull,
My mind surely has become a race course,
l hope you forgive me for not trusting people and for being so silent,
These slight bolting thoughts have been piercing my mind,
Confronting my mother being the quickest to the courageous line,
Wondering if her decisions in life were ever imbibed with my happiness,
If she was ever cognizant of what l wanted...
Maybe l overslept on my grandmother back and missed my alarm,
l have been so certain...
...that maybe lam the sacred orphan with both parents,
...l do not know who to blame for these feelings,
l end up being lost in the maze in my mind,
Well twenty-four years of her absence in my life may have eroded her mother-ness to me?
Too many questions acquiring of my thesis,
l have tried all sorts of discussions with my mind,
But to no avail,
Perhaps you can come into this discussion
What happens if the priceless gift you have in life...
Wakes up the other morning with a price tag??
...Only embedded with the worthiness only equal to our respect?
...Every time l try to resolve this and heal my self,
...the other step in mind steps right on the toes of my angry thoughts,
This is what l have been going through...
Please exonerate this blood pressure...
it's these steps in my mind serving this swollen requisite,
Now l can't move on like always,
Even my legs have had enough,
There are swollen...
Shame for some...
... a misconception of Blood pressure.
Well dear ....
Family pressure.
??+263 784 528 884
steps in my mind
Ashleigh Chaka