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Potbelly was the pride of the wealthy,
the fatter they looked, the richer they were presumed;
now days the rich have found the source of energy...
by staying in shape and looking haggard.
Rampant obesity is a real problem for the common people,
and when it comes to eating habits, they're pound foolish:
obsessed with a fat cuisine: tasty, elaborate and incorrigible....
and without the aesthetic concern, they try every alluring dish.
In the palaces of the gentry many paintings displayed chubby
Kings and Queens flashing their stubborn, monarch attitude,
while the lower class was deprived of delicacies and envied their posture...
little they they know that the gentility's haute cuisine was extremely unhealthy.
Recently the U S Congress banned fast-food restaurants
from using high fat products like cheap cooking oils and lards,
to promote good health nationwide: hoping the public would be alerted and heed...
overweight people can't lead a healthy lifestyle, and we all see their suffering indeed.
Are you willing to make that overdue resolution and lose weight, not
for the society's sake, but for your own heartiness?,
Your well-being is very essential to your state of happiness...
why is a toned body more agile and vigorous than a flabby one?
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
Yesterday I had a short circuit
So, I just had to go sit back
And just rework it
Been writing for more
Than a week a half
Boy this download did come real fast
Yeah with the music
Man it was blast
I then had a quick reload
And hear
Clear beyond sound of one's ear
Is what here in deed did come
Laying back and leading my mind…on om
Now I will explain it to you some
Here to you this new encode
The next day the sun did rise
Coming to no surprise
Thinking a day to rest my mind
Truly would be the best and the wise
Laying head upon northern star
Opening mind thoughts whatever thou art
Electric spark spoke these words that are
I speak in a tongue
Even to thee you young
It’s about the Universal One
So, Lets take a journey
See vibrations in light and sound
Even when it appears
Absolutely none
Around
The explanation of the FORCE
So, listen up and you can learn from me
Frequency of Orientation in Rays of Circuit-light Energies
Now about that
The Jedi Situation
Well hear Ye thee interpolation
Yoda…Ye the one Alpha
Qui-Gon Jinn…Quickly understand I Great Officer Known Namaste General
Mace Windu…Makes wind do
Obi-Wan…All be I THE ONE
Anikan…Any one can
Padme…Place made in thee
Darth Maul…Dark Master of all the Underlords
Darth Vader…Darker Vampire demon rising
Count Doku…Conniving, obsessed, underling too does kill ye, you
Supreme Leader Snoke…Sinister Underlord, prince Ruthless Evil Maser eternal leader Sin I Satan cross hater
Wow what an ego man
That name does runs all across this great vast land
So, that’s the 411 on this here download
And now that you know the tongue of the code
Go have fun with it and don’t crash the mode
10/4/21
It all started with one, now I need at least two
This is just the preview
People only there when they need you
Fast to deceive you
Such actions are see-through
I took off on a ski-doo
In the air debris flew
Rent and another payment soon to be due
In Australia near an area full of Emu
A secret message was written in Hebrew
As time courses
There'll always be opposing forces
Over anything, such as resources
As well as horses
Don't get it twisted and distorted
Either unbiased, against it or all for it
While in orbit
They stick with it or eventually forfeit
Hardy har har
I always party hard
People trying to have a heart to heart
Quitting is the hardest part
Don't let the darkness start
Most of the time I isolate
Never do I await
And embrace what is so called 'my fate'
Got to pave my own way, often my eyes dilate
Still humans continuing to violate
The one to annihilate
Another species, permanently impacting survival rate
You name it the time and place
I'll be there, ready to work and in a good mind state
Even when I'm hungover, I'm just over all the lies and hate
Rarely ever sober, at night I often lie awake
All this damage
As time continually passes
It's of no advantage
Among the masses
Getting difficult to manage
Fogging up my glasses
Nearby the grasses
Far too many obsessed with the upper class and status
It's bat s***
Like the life of an addict
I got to watch out for any toxic gases
Can't think or move at the speed of molasses
Meanwhile in the sky occasional flashes
In the end ashes to ashes
The rhythm, quiet and swelling
Memories, breathing
Naivete through wonders
In sapphire, azure, passions
Alive on laughing mysteries, skies
Brilliant and alive – wise
Like the sunlight’s reflections
Pulsing with notes of musky
Forest scented rainbows,
In crisp, cool echoes – glimpses
Obsessed with the beautiful dream
Fascinating minds, memories
Alive with the panting cadence,
Patterns, epoch promises
In notes of kindness, gentling
The hues of mindless aliveness
Exquisite truths,
Paisley attractions, speckled
With grace, praying
For the faith to make this last –
This wonderful, blazing harmony
Shocking the spirit with the ability
To feel like innocence, childlike, simple
Before the darkness of adulthood
Misunderstood love, doubt
Revealed the silence that erases
Even the prayers that are spoken
Leaving hearts so broken
The rhythm, arriving just before the night
Beats in a tempo of insight,
Blessing the silence with a gifted intuition
The understanding, the perception –
Just knowing that this rhythm called life
Promises the spirit to abide
In the love that rains down in torrents
When a child remembers
His light illuminates the memory
Pasted across a heart, a soul
Glowing, glistening like stardust bright
With the kiss of beautiful,
The breath that raises up a faith
Far surer than the regularity
Heart’s pounding, echoing inside
Where His love speaks of eternity
Forever, the song that frees
Each soul from the devil’s snare,
Erasing dark with a light that begets
More love than the heart can hold
More hope than the soul has ever known
More faith than the spirit can exhaust
More light than the dark can silence
More grace than the fear can suppress
This is a blessing that will never go
Beyond the beautiful
That sings pulsing melodies to the soul,
So there is always the hope
That His song will inspire sincere gifts…
Love that never doubts or fears
Love that is more alive than tears
Love that changes a life,
Beginning the moment we die,
Bringing our selfishness into the light…
Because of His sacrifice!
Feeling lost and tensed
Being tired of everything
And obsessed with many things
What to do, don't know?
Just lost in myself, neither anyone nor everyone
Just finding myself in the world around me.
Worried about many things but the actual
worry isn't about finding myself,
Soo is about when?
Lost in myself but still can't find myself
The child inside me has gone far away
Given his shelter to an adult man,
responsibilities and realities......
Juggling high to be in the race of life
without quitting or looking back.
This word isn't so easy for living so
"Let me test myself,
Let me know the worth of my time and responsibilities"
It is not just about finding myself,
So is about what I have to become....
Oneday i will findout myself
But till then,
"Let the hunt go on"
"Let the hustle go on"
"Let me test myself"
"Let me find my path to find myself".
The destiny I am moving towards isn't easy,
Feeling scared to move alone
Hope to find myself soon
Accompany myself with me on the way to my destiny
The day I would find myself will be the beginning of my successful life.
You would think the obsession was a profession
the way it worked on them day & night
Their poker face came in handy hiding deep emotions
but what the eyes spoke just wasn't right
Compulsively watching as if they were paid for every
sight their eyes gleaned
The word salad was a telling sign, but I had refused to
digest what I was seeing
Let me address every letter as I digress in a few lines
& recollect
I ignored signs on the road that warned of danger that
I should have stopped to read in retrospect
Their love bombs can start wars not easy to survive if
you're unaware & faint of heart
I should have ignored the barrage then armored up
& pulled out from the very start
What followed was the madness of "a mad being" that
was urged to stop to no avail
There are no limits to methodical madness nor any
part of your life they won't surveille
Beware of interactions as you never know who it is
you may come across
You could end both the victim as well as villain even if
there wasn't a soul you did accost
It could cost you your life in more ways than one if
you become a possession of the obsessed
Their oppressive actions & delusional mind can make
it hard to escape being oppressed
She possesses me like a fire possesses the devil
She possesses me like a Harley possesses its metal
She lures me like a child is lured to candy
She lures me like Indians lured by Gandhi
I'm usually strong but with her I go weak
Under her spell my mind starts to leak
Controlled by her charms
Willingly with no qualms
I follow her like a cult obsessed freak
She possesses me like an owner possesses a dog
She possesses me like a termite possesses a log
She lures me like a moth is lured to light
She lures me like a bat is lured by night
I'm usually strong but with her I go weak
Under her spell my mind starts to leak
Controlled by her charms
Willingly with no qualms
I follow her like a cult obsessed freak
5/17/22
Always they scheme
And obsess over memes
Opportunity is there and then it melts like ice cream
I haven't been getting closer to my dreams
Crossed many streams
Climbed a mountain top so I could scream
As well as let off steam
Then I went to the extreme
In order to overthrow those that claim to be
The ones that reign supreme
These days it's all the same to me
Obsessed with those on a throne
Time has shown
People often drone
Being the first to throw a stone
Yet only made of flesh, blood and bone
Let it be known
Worldwide, not just in a peculiar zone
It's the lamest
They remain fixed
Still on the same
F*** all y'all racists and rapists
Soon an acid rain hits
Never will be able to tame this
You do or don't get the main gist
Highly dangerous
One of the strangest
A life rife with torment and anguish
Find out if it's true
Finish you
While barehanded or with chemical agents
So that you vanquish
It's honestly
Just another cacophony
Stepping cautiously
Something is off to me
Often the subject is touchy
Why must we
Constantly dispute across the country
I got my hands bloody
Dug deep getting muddy
Lost several buddies
Continued to study
Very far from happy-go-lucky
Always in my own world, like it's just me
Sometimes it turned funky
Then nutty
And ugly
Once in a while I ate Barramundi
Nearly every day I traveled a road that was bumpy
Remained in a coventry
With animals as my only company
Including bumblebees
Suddenly
It all changed by those partaking in gluttony
Caught up on always pulling strings and puppetry
A cycle of redundancy
With the help of my heart I breathe..
With the help of my brain I see..
With the help of my conscience I speak..
With the help of my blood I sense..
With the help of my skin I smell..
I grow shy and blush instantly
If at all a flower stares at me.
Though I decide eschewing him
I day dream cascading with his love..
Deliberately forget crucial tasks to be done.
Infatuated or rather I say obsessed
On him who swells & dwells within me
Numbing my nerves to the pain..
Even if I step on glowing embers.
As I am diving myself
into the fire of relationship,
Romance seems to be dancing
same as peacock in the rain.
I blink and think,
sink and wink,
kick and click,
Feel like newborn chick
Dressed in pink..
Finally fall sick,
Finding the gimmick of Love!!
20-5-2020
~DEEPA~
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I recall a love in my carefree youth,
oh, he was sexy and handsome and tall;
still have the picture from a photo booth,
would wait breathless for his expected call.
I loved him with an aching surrender,
and I was obsessed with his bad boy ways;
and his kisses were always so tender,
all through the summer heat we were ablaze.
Oh, our lust journey had no tomorrow,
but was wrapped in breathless words erotic;
then, summer ended and I felt sorrow,
he left town and my heart was chaotic.
I will not forget my prince in leather;
though not meant to ever be together.
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June 6, 2020
Poetry/Sonnet/Memory of Love
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