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Who else in the city staking paper like l am doing?
I have been around the block but the Gucci and Galbanas got me looking kinda different.
People really love me they will be asking for them autographs , l be like no , no l got a flight to catch , no time to chill got to make more deals so she gets more heels just to avoid the feels.
Every time the blues on me l just roll and sip some till my heart tells me yeah let's do it again!
Life has been bumpy ever since l won the lottery, sleepless nights on rooftops blowing dollars like we bowlers , partying on a Tuesday in a suit and spending pounds let the Queen call a meeting!
If this is a dream don't wake me up l am to slumber in heaven.
Pilfers into preachers through my work now that's a blessing.
Used to be a berger , now they beg me to stay but they never wanted me near them until God raised me from the dead!
Due to the Contractual Dispute
We cannot show the happens
In agreement with the nine
Companies involved.
It happen one night in Brazil
Allianz Parque.
The Pro World Championship titlist
( The $$@$$$ world champion)
Verses
The South Asia Pro Wrestling Leagues
Titlist.
($&$@$$-#$$@$$$ World's Champion
Neither company would put up there
Respective championship
But the agreed to have there champions
Represent smaller companies by
Present champions forfeiting there titles
And crowning both men individual champions.
Sold out crowd with 10 World class mainevents
The event would be filmed and shown in theaters
around the world.Champion takes all, but the
Clause would allow both companies to have whoever
Is current champion to represent there company
Whether or not he is champion at the time of the bout.
Who ever will or would be champion at the time of
The signing will represent the companies interest
( Both Companies) meaning if a champion is defeated
He his reign does mean he's the companies represent ice.
Three weeks before the match both current champions had
Been meet with challenges by masked men. In both companies these masked men appeared , on one night
In both Texas and North Carolina six men with same name
appeared and said the same thing, and both men who challenged both champions won. Defeat and question. Two men with the same name and same apparel would bring an end to what fans wanted to see. Before the mainevents bout
Had begun in Brazil, members of both companies sat across the Areana from one another both masked men wearing there trophied crowns, sat to watch the mainevent.
Hi mom! Hi Dad! I’m your baby…you just brought me into the world…
But as I learn to walk and talk and grow….
There is something that concerns me…something I’d like you to know.
I know you’re pretty busy falling in love with me
probably looking to each other and our family and friends for support
and since I’m already getting tired…I’ll try to keep this short.
I’m too young to know my alphabet…having just been introduced to the world and you
In fact the only letters I know right now are L G T B and Q.
I think I also heard something about a plus sign…but since I haven’t even had my first bath
I think it’s safe to assume…I know nothing about math.
But for these last nine months I’ve been silently floating in the womb…
your growing source of pride.
and during this time I’ve been listening…to what’s been going on outside.
I’ve heard and felt the fear and anger about those letters.
Heard and felt how they have hardened some people’s hearts.
I’ve heard the cries, the screams, the anger as they’ve torn some families apart.
Today you see me as your baby boy or girl….and I imagine love is all you see
but we’re all too young to know yet…if they’ll be a letter attached to me.
There’s a good chance that there won’t be…but if there is…I hope you find a way
to love me as much from that moment on…as I assume you love me today.
I hope whatever letter I am…if it happens to be L G T B or Q
It won’t impact the love you have for me…and as a consequence the love I have for you.
I hope the only letters that are important to you…for I know they will be important to me
The only letters we should care about…are L K C A and G.
I can’t control who I am…the person I was born to be…
but I can control if I am Loving, Kind, Caring Accepting and show others generosity.
If we all concentrate on these letters…and over those other letters quit making such a fuss…
If we all could be proud of who we are…now wouldn’t that be a plus.
I hope who I am doesn’t stop you from loving me…
because here’s the last thing I want you to know
whatever letter I grow up to be…the L that stands for your love
is one thing I will never outgrow.
Opulent water of ocean
Wonderful wide sea extension
deserving deep veneration.
Glistening in light bluish green
Luster in Aqua Marine.
Splendid soft foam seeming serene.
Turbulent waves thrashing on shore
throwing clams and snails in galore.
Unknown vast zone how to explore?
Holding immense treasure careless.
Carrying crazy creatures countless.
Amazing striking marvels boundless
On seabed stay mountains ridges
Any time volcano outrages
Burst of tsunami avenges.
Innocent icebergs nice to see
hiding nine times length under sea
For vessels stand silent scary.
Grandiose stunning stupendous
Zestful dynamic gorgeous
Exquisite vibrant glorious.
Ingenious inspiration
My tribute to sublime ocean
My homage and acclamation.
The celestial light is about to go and escapes;
As dawn enters, and cover it with darkness.
She was able to finish mysteries, with less air to breathe.
Rosary is on her side, and then closes her eyes and fall to sleep.
White candles from head to foot that ignites
Then I am on her side, quiet, so quiet…and bleed.
I am thinking of angels for it is six in the afternoon.
Maybe she is now with God; she is now on His side… very soon.
I smell the scent of the flower, but not the scent that I love;
I saw it holding, coupled with beads wrap on her hands.
Then suddenly I saw more in whites around me;
Her bed is white, dress up with white;
Even flowers that I don’t like to see...all are white.
Maybe because that is color she likes, she likes white.
She spends nine decades and a half, of her life;
While she was with me for just a decade and eight of years.
And beyond the years to live without her;
All sorrow and silence of everywhere.
I saw may people wants to see her and looks at her closely;
But just a distance… for there is a glass that divides.
She doesn’t mind many people, she just sleeps in peace;
And at night she knocks on my dreams…
“ I have to leave, just take care of yourself…you will learn how to live!”
Then she smiles, and bid goodbye…
I am still sleeping but with a teary eye…
Wants to hold her hand, but could not reach …
she is clothed in white,now can fly.
Conquistadors in Vera Cruz
found themselves a radical ruse.
If pillaging was muy, muy lento,
they just whipped out Requerimiento.
Composed in fifteen seventeen,
this document was ultra-mean.
It won more scraps than Robert E. Lee,
was deadlier than DDT.
Suppose you met an Aztec mob
that wasn’t happy to be robbed,
and far from handing on a platter
its gold and silver, wives and daughters,
was minded to contest the matter,
Requerimiento got unrolled.
In legal Latin, gooks were told
with lots of quid and quod and quaem,
exactly what was sought of them.
The royal writ was read aloud
to help the puzzled Aztec crowd.
So none may later look askance,
the dinks got every sporting chance.
All the Aztecs had to do
(clause forty-nine of section two)
was pay the pope an agent's fee,
accept infallibility,
and send some gold to line his coffers.
Who could baulk at such an offer?
Clause fifty-eight – the Spanish king
must get his cut of Aztec bling.
They’re hazy over “king” and “Spain”?
We’ll have long decades to explain.
They don’t respond? It simply means
we blow them all to smithereens.
The finer points can wait till later.
Non-compliance means they’re traitors.
We read the thing, so now we’re free
of all responsibility
for theft or damage, flood or fire,
and if perchance it should transpire
that they don’t dig what’s going down,
why, take it up with Cross and Crown.
Thank God it’s not like that today.
Before we step into the fray,
we tell them they’re a “conflict zone”,
and send in laser-guided drones.
If they accept their crude religion
is now a dead and pointless pigeon,
and take divorce and teenage moms,
then we won’t use our cluster bombs.
There’s other stuff here, on our list –
like Coca-Cola, lobbyists,
The Dukes of Hazzard, John McCain,
obesity and acid rain …
at least we don’t do like before,
and sell them, as we wade ashore
to occupy their ancient land
some junk they’ll never understand.
The garden abounds flowers tumbling down
from the trellis roses sweetly scented
delicate pots strewn with colourful crown
groaning tables are with flowers crested
Plates filled with delicacies await
vol-au-vents and laden pastries sit
hungry mouths will eat and evaluate
leaving behind scattered crumbs of wit
Romances will flourish under the hot sun
dalliance or two with consequences
that appear in nine months to the ton
causing aslant glances at the lapses
Still the flowers bloom with vibrancy
colourful petals gleam all waxy
written 06/24/2014
contest Garden Party
footnote
Ton is another word for people from the nobility
ie lords, earls and ladies
The sun has been looking for me all day,
But I've chosen to hide under mismatched pajamas and layers of irritation.
I don't know what I'm angry about, I just am.
I wake up at 7:24, glare at the world, and dive back under my pillows.
My dog snuggles next to my hip.
At 9:12 I get up, bathroom, and patter into the kitchen.
I hold the refrigerator door open a long time, settling on biscuits and gravy.
They are delicious, but I focus instead on the sausage with freezer burn.
Crap! Does nothing go right around here?
I am in a bad mood; I am grouchy, and horribly mean to my husband
The dog and I hit the bed again with big plops.
At 11:21 my eyes pop open. My mind gingerly follows, wondering what mood we're in.
I trot into the kitchen, eat two chocolate candies. I am ready to do something.
Word games and crime shows have depressed me lately; they are usually my go-tos.
Am I in the painting mood? I took the day off for a reason, right?
I look at what I'm wearing. Paint cannot hurt my outfit, so I wander into my art studio.
I am always in the midst of three paintings. Today is no different. The first six brushes
I pick up are awful. I throw them into my paint water. I should have ordered new ones,
but I forgot.
Mood is waiting, eagerly, ready, hoping....are we mad? Can we stomp and yell?
I glare at mood. Who is in control here? The dog runs off, after something. I hear her barking.
I smile. Trot into my office. Try to start the computer.
It has not been started for nine months, updates keep her busy all day; sure, the week I re-discovered my words. I take a sketchbook and plop down on the couch. The sun is all over me from three giant windows. I feel warm, happy, loved. Thank god for the Sun.
Canvas of Catastrophe
An outcast portait of society
Public opinion timidly restrained
Descriptive world of psychotic anarchy
Borderline genius, brilliantly insane
Artificial imagined ancient discovery
Sacrificed human, silenced little lamb
Red drifted mist it's as thick as thieves
King of the Dead, Queen of the Damned
Perfect people dancing in puppet strings
A choreographed movement of the masses
The artists painted canvas of catastrophe
dead people buried below green grasses
Secret genetic DNA coded re-structuring
Designer drugs for a euphoric state of mind
left to watch planet earth fight its catastrophe
Sitting in front row seats atop of cloud nine
Poem Revised @ 10/26/17
Entered into contest: "End October Premiere Contest"
Hosted by: Brian Strand
The music got into his soul
As he slid across the dance floor
and the DJ he did implore
For a chance to do that soulful stroll once more
Then he drifted on a soulful melody
To a place above the clouds
Like a rhythmic traveler in time
To a musical refrain so fine
He lingered there awhile
Floating above cloud nine
To a syncopated beat he quickly descended
As he plunged into the depths of the sea
To a beautiful watery world
in an oyster shell, he found a pearl
With a melody all of its own
Then he ascended with this soulful tune
And landed on the dance floor soon
Round and round he twirled his girl
Before he presented her with the pearl
For Craig's Pearl contest
3- 7- 2013