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When I was only ten years old, I yelled at my TV
For I could not believe the filth they played to kids like me
Right there upon my TV screen, a frog with skin of green
Was lusted after by a pig whose plans were quite obscene
That frog would always act like he was playing hard to get
But that there pig would have her way… it was a certain bet
Well, some years on I met that frog and frankly I saw red
I glared right at that dirty frog and this is what I said…
Up yours, Bacon-Balls, there’s no ifs and no buts
I’d bet ten bucks you let that pig have access to your nuts
So up yours, Bacon-Balls, your love life is a crime
A frog that sleeps with pigs should be a frog that’s doing time
Amphibians ain’t meant to speak, but he’d been on TV
He stood there with an attitude and tried to make me see
I glared at him and said there’s nothing here to be discussed
A frog that sleeps with piggies is a frog I’ll never trust
Up yours, Bacon-Balls, there’s no ifs and no buts
I’d bet ten bucks you let that pig have access to your nuts
So up yours, Bacon-Balls, your love life is a crime
A frog that sleeps with pigs should be a frog that’s doing time
See, I’d just seen my dentist and he told me you’d been in
He said he had to throw you out or land one on your chin
He wouldn’t see you then, nor would he polish up the gnashers
Of any frog whose teeth and breath smelled much like bacon rashers
Up yours, Bacon-Balls, there’s no ifs and no buts
I’d bet ten bucks you let that pig have access to your nuts
So up yours, Bacon-Balls, your love life is a crime
A frog that sleeps with pigs should be a frog that’s doing time
That frog has really messed me up. My nightmares feature girls
They all have snouts, four trotters and a little tail that curls
My given name is Herman so my friends all call me Hermie
But in my nightmare all those pigs squeal, “Come to Mumma, Kermie!”
Up yours, Bacon-Balls, there’s no ifs and no buts
I’d bet ten bucks you let that pig have access to your nuts
So up yours, Bacon-Balls, your love life is a crime
A frog that sleeps with pigs should be a frog that’s doing time
I only hope that, one day, on him, law enforcement calls
And at the gallows they will hang him by his bacon balls
Be sure that I shall be right there to watch him as he falls
And as they pull the lever, I’ll cry, “Up yours, Bacon Balls!”
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He came from a family of strict Muslims
in the Arab continent, his mother never ventured
out of the house without her Burqa
His father had a long beard and dressed traditionally
and wore a Jambiya stuck in his belt.
They were proud of the son who had done well
in school, he wanted to be an engineer
found himself in Munich to study the craft at
a university.
At the UNI, meeting other young men, he was
introduced to *********** for the first time
in his life saw naked women writhing in sexual
pleasure and was drawn to the blond girl
in the photo and had the face of an angel
One day after that sat a café frequented by
students, he met a young woman he thought looked
like the girls in the photo, she smiled at him
and asked him what he was studying
he told her she liked him a lot
Whenever he had a break, he went to the café
to meet herm after a week, they were holding
hands, it took him longer to invite her to see
a movie, but the ***** pictures he had seen
were disturbing, his loins lusted after her
Coming out of the cinema, walking in the dark
streets, they embraced and kissed, on fire
intensely, he lost control of the lust and
thought he had raped her, she was angry with
he threatened to tell them he had hurt her
He held around her neck and begged her not to tell
he would be fired from the UNI and sent home
so hard he pressed, she was lifeless in his grip
and fell to the ground with a gasp and thought
she was dead and ran away in a panic
He ran and ran until coming to his room, where
he was exhausted, fully dressed, and fell asleep, but in dreams, the same scene, him holding around
the girl's throat thought
it had been a dream, but he knew it was not
He undressed, smelling of her and her perfume
the child in him took over, thought of
cutting himself, confessing the murder, and hoped
they would feel compassion for him
Resigned, he changed trousers, walked to school
At the gate of the UNI, he saw her talking to two
men in suits, she saw him, she pointed and
said it's him, it's him, and they arrested him
had lost, what would his dad think of him now
Only a baby?
You got to be joking! This little thing!?! This tiny being!?! A little baby!?!
This is the one to be my Saviour!?! He, will give me, life eternally?
Hmmm, this is stretching me! I got to be crazy to swallow this story.
A big man like me; rescued by a baby; smelling of cattle and poultry.
I must admit, his parents look ok; but, He ain’t got no muscle;
My Redeemer!?! He never had a cold, flue, mumps, nor measles.
He’s totally helpless; in swaddling clothing, lodged in a manger;
He can’t tell left from right; black, from white; safety, from danger.
How can He save me from my sins? He ain’t know how many I got;
I’ve been sinning so long; I would not even give me another shot.
I’ve stolen, cheated, hated, lusted, lied and fornicated frequently;
What can this baby do, to make me change my ways, repentantly?
I only know the ways of the world; the streets are my daily beat;
What can this little baby do to help me, to make my ends meet?
This big man got a wife and children; I got to take home cheese;
I’m frustrated; if this little baby can be of any help; tell me please.
My life, children, and wife cause much pressure; and I confess, stress;
Will the little being have enough peace to add comfort to my distress?
I heard people say that the baby is King of Kings; and Lord of Lords;
It’s hard to believe; seems almost completely absurd. I’m lost for words.
The prophets said He will be as amazing, as the Good book prophesy;
I’m starting to believe; will He change me; so I can also testify?
I’m putting my ego and pompous attitude aside; got to be humble;
And give reverence to the New-born king; though only a swaddling bundle.
The ‘little baby’ did it: humbled Himself and became as a lowly man;
To live as we live; feel, what we felt – yet, function, as the Divine Son.
He made the supreme sacrifice: gave up every divine privilege, for us all;
For our redemption sake – Salvation and life eternal; even after the “Fall.”
End
By: Dion Penville
The storm is coming, the wise say.....
I blink in moments of reminiscing the pleasure, but it came with pain.
Choices are never easy if making love wasn’t for the right reasons.
I mean I didn’t love her I just lusted for her; big curvaceous thighs, apple type ass and her luscious breasts, simply cause she portrayed the image of the video vixens.
I swear, my mother taught me be cautious but
Put the vodka in the juice and mix it all up, and you
Get one hell of a night, to remember.
In which make the next day a blessing to wake up hung-over.
I mean I’m young and stupidity is the only definition to explain why we do, what we do as youth.
I could have stayed in doors and studied for my math test on Monday.
But we live with Friday, being the day to chill the ice cube of stress, so I jumped in the car with the fellas, and headed to Tammy’s party.
I was drunk before I got there and I was out of my conscious mind while I was there....
So she was interested in me and I was interested in making another moment to remember.
So I write this letter to you, with deep remorse as I say..
I never loved your mother; and I wasn’t ready to be your father, if time then was now,
I swear I would have never agreed to kill you,
I wish my actions don’t tell a tale of who I am.
Cause I always dreamt to have a child... being there every moment,
When its born, being the arms it cries in, arms which comfort it, be the hand which hold the spoon to feed it, be there when it takes its first steps, clothed it, bath it, experience things like
Taking it to school, making lunch, have conversations, laughs, moments of enlightenments, moments of frustrations, moments of father to child talks, seeing all sporting games, or being at every award show, taking pictures, ice cream moments, walks in the park.
Do all the things with my child that my father never did.
But I’m fatherless plus I was young and stupid.... although that’s no excuse
I’m sorry again for agreeing to your murder.
I’m imprisoned in guilt for life.
Lebron Spirits
This bowl is no longer mine,
was never so,
Let it go.
well worn before the oath,
A gift that despised the guardian,
Presented freely without a dowry in May.
tainted, and abandoned.
used, and widened by many.
too wide to keep a home.
This bowl is no longer mine,
Let it go,
insatiable, licentious and libidinous.
The bowl was scorned by many.
ere i fell a wandering,
incorrigible, rebellious, untutored.
a bait on my way, the sorrow on my path.
This bowl is no longer mine,
Let it go,
Like many seeking for prey, and so was i for a time.
intent concealed,,
desperate for the gift of the semen.
as adulterer urged rebellion by ignorance.
the rage, the rave of ego and bestiality.
deceived the Law for mere gain.
This bowl is no longer mine,
Let it go,
It is broken cannot be fixed by logic.
this bowl is old, alluring by mascara.
This bowl was used,
i take exception on your list,
This bowl is free available to all.
the next victim can explore.
the bowl is cheap,
forced a dowry to conceal the shame.
This bowl is no longer mine,
Let it go,
T'was sold for free at Ikoyi with ego,
Who is next?
A thousand many had the bowl,
I played along for a time,
ere this voyage of deceit,
I took a flight from restrain ,
hoping to make a jewel from the Flesh.
This bowl is no longer mine,
Let it go,
This bowl is addicted to the red zones,
Incurable addiction i recalled,
The friends,
The internet,
The phone,
The TV,
The cinema,
And tattling,
The routines of unending dark flights
Incorrigible,
Venomous.
You may have the bowl if you would.
think no shame on me, I lusted.
This bowl is No longer mine.
Let it go
Once a street bowl,
and always so.
Find the bowl in your homes,
Let's hope the bowl recovers.
but a broken bowl is irreparable by man
Here I am...
Tonight.
Ella is over there sleeping like a bunny in the snow,
Am here I am all disheveled tonight because I really miss you.
Time passes and you're still far away..
So far away.
I think about you everyday like it was yesterday
We said goodbye.
Reality is..
I need to write to feel at peace within my broken self.
I don't want to be like you,
Like you were those final three months.
So ironic because when you were alive,
We were so alike in ways that really matter.
I don't envy your heartache though.
I'll never know what it feels like to actually plan out,
The ending of my life...
Over and over and over again.
Like a child playing with fire,
It leaves scars that run deep.
You were my fire.
My flame.
You kept me lit.
So then you had to go and quit?
Not try harder, just a little bit?
So...
Here I sit, afraid and cold,
And your fire keeps me helpless for witnessing,
You slowly trying to end your life,
For months, maybe even years.
I would have died for you.
But I would never do it on purpose.
But we talked last night in my dreams,
And it's been way too long since I've drempt of nothing,
But you...
So...
I can only pray,
I have one thing to say,
I sure miss you everyday.
I can't believe you're gone,
Went so far away.
It feels so raw still.
At the same time to pure.
You were emotionally insecure.
But there's one thing that's for sure,
It's your smile I'll always adore.
Now let's not even the score,
Because unfortunately you'll win every time.
I could never do,
What you did,
To all of us.
I've been trying not to fuss,
Or bring up any ruckus,
It's just is what it is,
Just between us.
You lusted for fear,
And it swallowed your soul.
I saw it all go down,
You ate your self whole.
Bring me a bowl to clean your feet.
Sorry you did show defeat.
I miss you..
My love,
My life,
My sweet.
Tonight I'll lay down to pray,
And as always,
I'll starve for you as I weep.
We read about the slaughter in a place far overseas,
where the multicultural blending has been there for centuries.
Where church of all denominations have been standing side by side.
Where neighbours have been neighbourly; respect seemed to abide.
Seems that politics and power can infiltrate a settled mind;
dig up and open wounds of what is yours and what is mine,
take citizens back into time and drag out all their roots …
be wary of your ogre neighbour, they have a gun that shoots.
Begin to see those simple folk who lived their simple lives,
follow restlessly and blindly as belief or race revives,
those that helped them yesterday really had a cunning plan,
all they really wanted was, to find a way to cut you down.
Throw them all out on the streets; run them out of town.
Ethnic cleanse the country to make it pure and sound.
If they refuse to leave our home and opt to make a stand -
build a force of vigilantes, to roam and cut them down.
What started as a trickle soon turns into a flood.
The cup that fills with honey can also be filled with blood.
The taste that once was bitter now is the taste that's lusted for,
when seeking out the enclaves to go killing more and more.
A house, once a home of peace stands a shattered monument,
to let the remnants hanging on know what to expect.
Heads displayed on pikes are cheered; graves hold hundreds more.
Babes are sport for bayonets; forgot is what we're fighting for.
Can't live side by side now; there's too much terror going on.
Battle lines are clearer; the sane have taken leave and gone.
Cannons roaring day and night; lines must stand holding fast.
For anyone that's over-run, that day becomes their last.
When the dust has settled and the criminals are hung,
Hate subsides back to the memory; the clean-up has begun.
Do we realize as bloodstains fade; we have a deep rooted call …
needing one spark to set us off - there could be murder in us all.
I was grasped by the soulless of the dark. Forever pitted and plagued by the weight of the world.
I’ve tried…I’ve tried my whole life to dry my tears.
Even when I’ve given up and I’ve done so countless times…even when I’ve given up I am not free. I cannot shut it off. I cannot flip the switch like a frown to a smile.
Have I ever smiled? I’ve worn a smile but I don’t remember ever smiling.
With a new day I have new life but not a new beginning. It continues from the sleepless nights to the rise of the sun.
My eyes feel heavy. The world feels heavy. My shoulders always hunched from the weight and I had stopped caring long ago.
I use to run…I use to run away from it all, but now I let it capture me. It engulfs me and I drown without a struggle.
I see so many things wrong and I ask why. Why is everything wrong? Why can’t it all be right like I used to see it in my head?
It cannot be right because it never was and probably never will be. Could it really be so simple? As simple as I’ve pictured it every night when I was a child…perfection, happiness, life.
The innocence I wish I never lost.
Loss…I could spend years recalling all I’ve lost and how it shadows the meaningless of what I’ve gained.
Maybe that’s why everything is so wrong…because the answer is so simple.
As I am lost in endless dread of confusion, my mind as hollow as my still heart…a golden light awakens my attention.
And then there was you…
You…the definition of perfection and the true meaning of a smile.
As I write these words I am appalled by its complete and utter smite on paper.
I am appalled by what I have witnessed. The false hope of something so pure as love.
How weak it made me and how pathetic I lusted for it. As it passed…as you passed I grew but delved deeper into the void of nothingness.
I laugh dryly now for I have seen what lies the light hides.
Form:
Silent sobs echo through an apartment whose walls are cluttered with pictures of
what was.
My tears coming too easy, too quickly.
The flow of release not bringing peace or resolve.
There's no deep sleep following this.
My eyes so swollen and red, not understanding from whence the wet drops have
come.
My tears not from joyous news or the climatic release of ******.
No happy, cheerful thoughts ushered these drops in.
Realization of what was and will never be have.
Pain over feeling let down and deceived.
Ghosts of promises fluttering on borrowed angel wings float around my sobbing
shuttering frame.
Even the cause of these tears seem ghostlike to me now.
A transparency of my heart stopping, breath taking, butterflies in the stomach true
love.
A being who flutters in and out of the consciousness of our marriage.
All the while naively claiming no previous knowledge of this decline.
All the while claiming no responsibility for actions or lack there of for actions
longed for and lusted after.
Our bond that was once so strong and powerful lay tattered and torn.
Much like the tissues being harshly rubbed against my soaking cheeks.
So many tears washing away so many thoughts and feelings.
A deep resolve to buck up and hold back this ebb of release, this stash of sorrow
fights for the surface.
Trying to stop the sobs, the tears, the deep willed determination to hang onto
some hope.
But reconciliation will only bring more pain, more let down, more tears.
It's just not an option.
Too much has fueled this pity party thrown on my behalf and attended by me
alone.
My tears too well earned and owned.
My tears being recognized as the ending chapter of a roller coaster ride at a
county fair,
My tears my only comfort at the end of my day of playing wifey to an empty
auditorium that has standing room only left after the ghosts have filed in.
I close my hazel changing eyes,
and wait to see yours there,
remember when we use to meet,
beneath the stars sweet stare,
rain could fill our loving eyes,
for our bitter-sweet tragedy,
and wind would sweep our begging lips,
a kiss from you to me...
within my hand i hold a rose,
colored red by my blood,
in waiting here for you to come close,
the thorns have pierced my skin with love,
ill hold it still, till i can stand,
and place it in your palm,
and show you that i've waited,
ive been waiting all along...
Though our distance is too great,
to walk and meet half way,
ill close my eyes and meet you in my dreams,
for we swore we'd meet one day,
with crimson colored roses,
and bloodied broken hearts,
held together by the thorns,
that say we'll never part...
Hello my love, i whisper,
and the words come down in the rain,
you mumble in your sleep,
hello my love, and again,
the wind carries your words to me,
and brush my tender lips,
though here ill sleep forever,
and await your bitter kiss...
James my darling,
our pain it grew as one,
and though we both have others,
you will always have my love,
my vampire lover,
meet me once more in my dreams,
and we shall share a blood-lusted kiss,
while sufficing others screams...
Wind will you listen,
as the rain sings our song,
my love burns like the fire,
but my hate cried all along,
my hate is like the fire,
that burns outside my soul,
by my love for you is raindrops,
that fall from skies of gold...
the wind will carry to me,
your response to my lips,
ill wait for you calmly,
till you can answer this,
will you remember me always?
or will i just be a fragment of a memory in your mind?
will i always be someone special, or just another fun time?
Darling remember, those first words that we wrote,
the love that grew between us, never had the need to be spoke...
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