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Official Document
from the desk of the president
MR. BOCAL RYSTROM
They advice the Maryland Fight Company to
change their name.
their official statement was as follows.
.....I........IN ORDER FOR THEE MARYLAND FIGHT COMPANY
TO BE OFFICAILLY AUTHORIED TO OFFICAILLY SANCTION
PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING BOUTS THEY WOULD HAVE
TO COMPLY WITH THE OFFICAIL RULING OF TALUS
COMPANY'S(LLC) GUIDELINES..........................................
The OFFICAIL STATEMENT ALLOWED: THOSE WITHIN THE company
TO change THE Companies name, without
any confrontation from name changers opposition.
as of August 3, 2018, the Maryland Fight Company will be known to it's
stakeholders as....MARYLAND PRO WRESTLING CORPARATION
AND WILL REGONIZE THE NOW DEFUCT Maryland FIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP AS................ THE WORLDS HEAVYWEIGHT TILE
TO IT'S AUDEINCE.... THE MARYLAND WORLD OF
WRESTLING'S
WORLDS HEAVYWEIGHT
CHAMPIONSHIP
MARYLAND WRESTLING WILL ALLOW THE NATIONAL CHAMPIONSHIP TO BE RECOGNIZED IN THE TALUS SERIES..
Simply divine as such matters
communication and understanding
Depth of understanding beyond belief
Authentic thoughts spoken loud
Complexity of language encrypted paragraphs
Clarity of intention simply simple matters
Heartfelt communication not trivial chatter
Seek authentic expression.
Value heartfelt communication.
Embrace simplicity in
Sorely words, a tapestry, woven with care,
Conveying depths, beyond surface air,
Simply matters, from heart to heart,
Communication's beauty, a work of art.
SIMPLY MATTERS
Understanding those things
that are not understood yet to understand
Beyond belief to retrieved
Those thoughts spoken loud
Bursting erupt from the thoughts
Spewed regurgitated letters form to words
Verse fiber optic encrypted paragraphs
Concerned formed validated cryptic scripted jargon Confiscated communication calling understood to be Understand it's not just trivial chatter...
... it's simply simple matters
11/25/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2024
nspiring scriptures:
1 Corinthians 2:10-13: "Spiritual discernment"
Proverbs 18:21: "Power of life and death in words"
Matthew 12:34: "Heart's words"
When the young man saw the spaceship land
He took a cautionary approach
When he slipped inside
They were hovered together
Speaking in a language
That only they could understand
It seems, they had come up with
A diabolical plan in the
Abduction of humans
They were going to used trickery
To lure and large eyes that paralized
Their victims on Halloween night
And later, they planned to turn loose
The vampires so, they could
Have a feasting night
On human bodies,
That’s covered with blood
Using Halloween night to rid civilization
Of mankind
HALLOWEEN CHALLENGE
OCTOBER 19, 2020
EMILE PINET
Formula Fe2 O3
Iron is just awesome – let’s see!
First it was prehistoric man
Who was always an iron fan
Iron is a third of the earth
Industry is iron by birth
Pritchard designed and Darby made
Iconic Iron Bridge won’t fade
Smelt pig iron from iron ore
Produces cast iron galore
Backbone of skyscrapers, bridges
Organs of cars, washers, fridges
Clever Bessemer carbon gone
Heralded steel for everyone
Mankind’s most ingenious feat
Turning raw earth to steel – so neat!
Iron’s compounds are versatile
No wonder it’s used all the while
Inks, fertilisers, pesticides
Paints, enamels and more besides
Many iron phrases pervade
Each as an English language aid
There’s ironclad, iron curtain
Iron grip and more for certain
We need it in a small amount
For on haemoglobin we count
Open your eyes and look around
Everywhere an iron surround
Iron has magnetic appeal
First place must be iron with steel
(scoured from dregs of me muss held head)
I shore up a vignette to free
my ("FAKE") grandfather Hymie,
whose scrunched countenanced
evinced beetle that of browed monkey
he spent his entire life at sea
his thick calloused hands
and ruddy complexion re
enforced non verbal body language
voluminous tomes smoothed
nick holed money
to countless years (spilling into decades)
exposed to salty spittle nee
where watery terrain spumed
raw elements piscine
art finest artisanal blended, crafted, nein
mean feet resources dredged reluctantly
relinguished by mother nature mean
craftily pared within each trough and crest
found thee old man with privateer mein
whose skin fiercely weatherbeaten
leathery and lean,
epidermis tanned tough
as rawhide, reptilian, prithee
chafed skin to me
not surprising, since
this mariner born, bred and near lee
schooled within briny deep ever since knee
high (or so he claimed truth
to swirling rumor), jovialy
pleased that his purportedly
learnin' myth writ tik ne'r included
NEVER settn' foot in formal classroom,
his knowledge icy
anecdotes aced, surpassed,
and trounced that of what he
referred to as grenadier landlubbers
green behind the ears – glee
fully jabbing with his
unsheathed scabbard play flea
actually downplaying any exploits,
that didst educate him, 'ee
got taut learn'n survival skills asper
pre ponder hunt via eddy fied tests frequently dee
siding a life or death outcome,
yet our Dickensian
mutually bonding friendship
via shared exploits while
he dressed not in tatters,
but self made clothes from cree
chores comfortable furs, and though
a striking appearance cut, ne'r
did this ole codger (fit as a fiddle
with tall slender build),
said middle aged man
appeared quite becoming.
An aura, charisma, dogma
amazingly graced stalwart, gestalt,
deportment aie
found added an air of charming debonair,
esteeming flair, genteel heir
which tasked guessing years old,
aye presumed him to exit the uterine lair
at least a few score tours round oblate sphere
as aspect of youthfulness played across his eyes
one colored green like a spring day in the country,
the other jetblue sans burnin'
four pearl jam oyster cult year.
“Let’s have a show of hands now
Who’s voting for McFeely for dog-catcher?”
“And, guess what, Marvin is here with us tonight. Wow!
Let’s put our hands together for the next neighborhood dog-catcher himself
~ Marvelous Marvin McFeely
Backstage I reflect… If there’s a ‘show of hands’
Shouldn’t it involve seeing both the palms and the back of the hands?
And if we 'put our hands together' for someone
Aren't our hands stuck together
Do we need help pulling them apart?
The iceberg of language-melt yet sends shivers down my spine
In realms unseen, where thoughts entwine,
Resides a world, unique and kind.
A spectrum vast, where colors gleam,
Autism's tapestry, a vibrant theme.
In minds untamed, a symphony plays,
A different rhythm, a wondrous maze.
Perception's prism, kaleidoscope bright,
Autistic souls embrace the light.
With heightened senses, they explore,
A sensory symphony they adore.
Whispers loud, textures sing,
Each sensation, a vibrant thing.
They see the world through intricate eyes,
Where patterns dance, and beauty lies.
Connections formed in intricate ways,
The puzzle pieces their minds embrace.
For logic reigns in every thought,
Precision sought, battles fought.
Details noticed, in every glance,
A thirst for knowledge, a lifelong dance.
In solitude, they find solace sweet,
In solitude, their minds retreat.
A sanctuary, where thoughts can flow,
Unraveling mysteries, they proudly know.
With passions fierce, they find their call,
An endless journey, they stand tall.
From art to science, their minds create,
Innovation blooms, no boundaries to abate.
Communication's dance may pose a test,
Words elude, but hearts express.
Through gestures, signs, and gentle touch,
Their language formed, their souls find clutch.
Understanding them, an open door,
To bridges built, forevermore.
A world of empathy, love, and grace,
Where acceptance shines, no judgment's trace.
Autism's gift, a different view,
A celebration, both old and new.
For in their minds, the seeds are sown,
Of endless possibilities yet unknown.
So let us cherish their boundless minds,
Embrace the beauty that in them resides.
For in diversity, our strength is found,
A tapestry of minds, forever bound.
My federation sent me
New planets I must find
To broaden our horizons
Life of a different kind
Some where in this quadrant
A radar blip prompts me
Warp to the contact
Await and we shall see
Destination reached
As I view this world
My receivers pick up
Signals, two I heard
One from a place called England
One from a place called France
To hear the sound of life
Keeps me entranced
My computers confirm the above
My hand held detected so
To listen on their language
To see what tells me so
A broken mix of two
With a similar strain
Do I detect a difference
Humans going against their grain
One invites the other
The other not so keen
One is rhyming history
Calling the other mean
Whats the reason for this
Computers can you tell?
It seems to be the trait of one
To tell the other to go to hell?
There seems to be more clarity
Signals coming through
It's a man and a woman
I pray they have virtues too
In my travel capsule
I speed down to their lands
Invite them to a meeting
And possibly hold hands
If this does not work
What I am to do
Head back to my spacecraft
Hey guys it's up to you?
" Based on a comment by Ronald Bingham "
The hospital window has a view of the sky, the same sky where birds venture
soaring high, the clear blue sky greets those gypsy white clouds. Yesterday,
it rained heavily. Incessant rain has a lonesome dream, some are able to
touch the dream, some are not quite there, ever.
Pure white has sometimes a feeling, too obscure, too vague. White roses
are blessed with fragrance and white Kafan has a language of coldness.
Death has a deep voice, very personal, very destructive. No story should
enter at a point of death, but sometimes, only that is what happens. The
stories of life are sometimes stranger than fiction, more obvious, as the
waves shatter into the sands of the beach. It takes time to sustain the
blow, it takes time to heal the wound.
I never knew if you had a pain of the color of white, I never knew if you
had a pain of the color of red inside you. It is much too difficult to
decipher those colors of pain, the effort only made everything hazy, as
tears blur the vision inside those heavy spectacles.
And I tried to wipe those spectacles, with an apparent face of indifference.
A gesture of emotionless expressions, somewhere between naivety and
wisdom.
In the heart of the forgotten place,
whispers an echo in the twilight and the haze,
earns the legend of Vargas Vega Naga,
the serpent of wisdom, its mystical embrace.
Scales of emerald shimmer under moonlight '
everence.
A solitary creature, wise as patience
and ancient as the night.
Its venom, a potent elixir of secrets,
flowing through veins that sigh in decadence cadence.
A smoke that fills it's line.
In inherent repose, tells tales,
signs language to the ears, the nose, the eyes in vivid magics stirring of the blood
that covers sins and of the price.
As the sun paints the horizon in King Crimson and Eldorado Gold.
Vargas Vega Naga begins its wistful dance.
Coiling with grace, weaving dreams untold,
awakening spirits in a spirited trance
that channels the soul's Thunderbird
giving wing, entrance, for the Eternal Chance.
Through eyes like windows to eternity,
the serpent beholds the yearnings of souls.
A conduit between realms of reality,
a guide on the path where the heart unfolds.
Oh, seeker of truth, enchantments await,
in the realm of Vargas Vega Naga's domain,
imbibe the elixir, let it resonate.
Be forever transformed by its arcane_implicate.
Amidst the whispers of twilight's embrace,
in the heart of a forgotten village's lore,
Vargas Vega Naga's wisdom finds its rightful place,
in constellat bow before Christ, The Lord.
Taking it's place next to the four living creatures at his throne.
A witness and harbinger, stormbringer
at the Ancient ones feet, on his Jasper floor.
Evoking emotions as Universal Sentinel,
stirring souls thunderings and heroic imaginations
evermore.