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In this time the cloth is unwoven, the threads laid bare.
Most of the dung removed, cleared, given no fare.
Massive steel plates hold back the uninvited from boarding the train.
Going and coming returning from far, how special the precious Saved Ones are!
Not as many by count, as expected to be, go only the accepted glorified in He.
The One by name Jesus Christ is He, by birth our Savior, God’s only Son.
The rapture has started transformation begun!
“Multitudes Missing” is what is said both of the living and of the dead.
Glory shone at the uniting above as Jesus ascended taking the Throne.
Angels and Saints at the table were there, celebrating the beginning
As promised by some, in the Book it is written the time has come.
To those uninvited still sinning below Tribulation unending they endure
Because death is not given for the unforgiven there is no cure.
Now that The Holy Spirit is gone replaced by the unholy one.
Three and one half years his reign will be before his anointment as
King of the land, then after another one half and three
From his throne he gathers his forces to make his stand.
In Jerusalem, after the Temple’s complete, is the place Armageddon has come.
Many the forces pressing the land foul and dirty sinners are they.
Angels from above sweet music they play, as their swords slash, many they slay.
The rest are all gathered sorted like sheep the wicked on the left and thrown into the deep
Where welcomed by him unholy for sure cured not forever burning in hell.
Be it certain, known for sure, Jesus has returned all hail the King.
For a thousand years he will reign all living forever no sickness or pain.
He is my God the only pure one born of a mortal, Spirit raised, God’s Son.
On the cross our sin debt He paid glory forever so easily gained
Not by good works impossible to do only in accepting as Savior, our Lord, King.
In living and doing such a small little thing why do so many risk certain despair?
Is it that we tangled in our lives, mundane as they are, have little care
For those less willing the truth to be know spread the message they must be shown!
Think now of forever the price they bear become an ambassador in Jesus’ name!
Hot is the pit with its flame burning bright engulfing a loved one what a terrible sight.
The time is at hand the cloth becoming bare; Jesus is the answer show you dare.
When thinking of me,
I find myself of two distinct minds.
When thinking of me,
I don't know which to listen to.
One is confident, filled with strength.
I take care of myself,
so that I may take care of others.
I spend time the way I wish,
with those whom I wish,
and where the group wishes.
One is pathetic, filled with confusion.
I have no idea why not one
will let me take care of us, of her.
I spend time imagining spending time,
with one who shares my thoughts,
one that my heart desires.
When a soft song plays
and I imagine what could be,
I wonder at why I can't seem to pair
two minds into one.
Whether those be my two minds,
the strong and the sad -
or whether those be mine and another's;
both seem beyond my ken.
It's difficult to reconcile
one half that feels as though
I'm doing everything right,
continuing to be me, to live -
with the half that feels as though
I've never figured it out;
my longest liaison a matter of months, in twenty long years -
who am I to know or speak of love?
Part of me knows 'tis only occasional melancholy,
and yet it rears its head more often these days.
I've never been truly alone,
friends and family always my guides - and yet.
I know I treat passion with reverence,
and a lover with great respect - and yet.
I know I work to compromise and hold on,
to enchant and live every moment - and yet.
Poetry is said to melt hearts and connect minds,
and yet even that can't surmount whatever I face.
'Tis directly from the soul, the spirit, the everlasting,
'tis the greatest beauty I can create - and yet.
Electrifying and terrifying,
amazing and terrible, it ranges the spectrum.
I see awful men abusing but still possessing it,
and I've never been called an awful man.
And yet.
The first mind wonders why it's even a problem;
live your life, and she will come, or she won't.
Thinking about it causes naught but worry,
worrying about it naught but sadness.
And yet.
My friends say they don't like
seeing the second mind rear its head, not one bit;
citing me bringing a smile to others' faces,
and how I should be proud of that, at least.
And yet.
I know I should enter the blanket's folds,
a new, perhaps better day waiting at the other side.
After a night of dreadful thinking and painful writing,
a respite, a relief, a required and rightful rest.
And yet.
The mind is a womb
Copulate it
Let the semen of reason
Part the legs of its cervix
And you will see
When moth struggles before its born
The power of its dreams for flight
Words are eggs, you know
Virginal eggs,
I saw him hatch them into bricks
Of ideas that he could carve
Like an Edna exhibit
All copulation must spontaneous
A true gentleman has that gift
Not to force his feelings
On his betrothed
He was also scholar, you know
A sort of poet
That prefer metaphors to the conflict
Of chisel and wood
He had such a mastery of the rhetoric
I mean he understood them better than us
For he did not only speak like them
But spoke their strategy better than them
I sometimes wondered how he knew himself
Apart.
Its sort of seemed ironic
That he did have the anger that Fanon composed
Unless wit is a subtle part of it
May be environment is such a part of it
The cool, I mean
We say that about Manchesterians
Roxborough,
If it could produce the soldier-scholar
Could not have produced just a little fire
Even for the cremation of his brother, Roy
Perhaps it was the mix blood ...
Busta said that his mother was Taino
I do not understand is who mixed them though
There is an overt statement of force to be made
A rape scrubbed from the memory
For how could one half of hm
Become so invisible ...
The mission I mean.
I must rule
More than wood, and more
Than water
For my destiny
Is more than what men may leech
So I am not exploited
I am killed for this robbery
And here I am left
A dead man on a throne
Here I am
Shrouded with self government
And staring into the empty eyes
Of children
So why do I love him then
Was it alone because my father
Fashioned my world for me
Gave me this icon
For proximity the barbarians
Who snatched my mother
Washing her white linen one day
From the sweet river
Do not take that thought to the bank
Where my children play
This man deserves his accolade
If only for taking blindness from my mind
If only for letting me know
The chain had never rattled their
And even in their own words
I could look at the world
And ask "why not?"
He gave me a ladder to my education
That was some gift,
Quite the best of all I am given
O it so beautiful to copulate the mind
Or hold hands through the annals
And see this Manley,
This little fountain of great ambition
Flowing at my lips.
Part Two of the Fun Series...if you haven't read Part One, Half-Fast Fun, please do so! Thanks~ #JWE
Constantly, I am trying…
Not to cry and die away inside…
Quit lying and replying
To my sighing that I can’t hide
Jealous of me? Why you mad at me?
Oh please…don’t even...
Sia gave me chance to dance…funny?
I’m a tease…saw you leaving…
I won’t grieve for your front door slamming…your shame spamming…
My thrills are priceless and you keep acting a pill
Let me breathe and unwind…sick of society's deceived programming
The piling bills on the table were left unpaid still
Stressed, hardly anywhere to go and no one knows
Release me from this rut with sympathy that shows
God tells me to start again…
Sins erased seven times seven…
Where have you wandered off to?
Have you gone astray too? Is that true?
That’s right…don’t be a hypocrite
You make mistakes as well as me, we do choose
So, quit being mean with wicked wit
Bring up good topics without any further issues
I listen to music…yes, you heard me regardless like a beat so sick
Music does, for real, heal…
A torn, forlorn soul and therapeutically provides fire to the wick
Helps me to feel and deal
Don’t make me low when I am high
Because you are low and blue
Be nice and so will I…and so will I…
Afraid and ashamed, who knew
Was pretty mad,
Now, I’m glad
Not sad
Not, not anymore
Sorry you and I were bad…
Sore – no, no more
We had
Times so rad
Vanished like ad
I listen to music…yes, you heard me regardless like a beat so sick
Music does, for real, heal…
A torn, forlorn soul and therapeutically provides fire to the wick
Helps me to feel and deal
This time, I'll eventually sleep away
My problems tonight, I have to say
Don’t hurt me so like you done in success…
Or you’re next with future sadness that is of the abyss
Instead, I will repay you with forgiveness
I'll never hold grudges, forget it
Some people can act loveless and careless
Live with it and deal with it a bit
I listen to music…yes, you heard me regardless like a beat so sick
Music does, for real, heal…
A torn, forlorn soul and therapeutically provides fire to the wick
Helps me to feel and deal
Full-blast fun – for real…a filling meal
It’s hard to conceal it, so I will reveal…
Turn the wheel as you and I appeal
(Continued from Part 1)
Transparent figures walk at a flirtatious pace
On world-class runways, with no expression on their face
Parading styles you can't afford in your possession
They are the ghostly models of the latest, greatest FASHION.
A millisecond blink, a click, some weird noise,
A virtual reality for all the girls and boys, and men and women,
From X-Box to the Web, from Lasik to Radiology -
At work, at school, at home,
Invade the blinks of the mind-boggling TECHNOLOGY.
Hard sharpened teeth are clutching at my feet
"You won't go far! You have deadlines to meet!
Go back to work, we hunger for your check.
Oh no, we don't really care that you broke your back."
The swollen lips repeat "You have a chance!
And all you need is years of education,
The right color of skin, and perfect credit-pay-back evidence.
We'll hire you if you're that certain kind,
Then close the firm and move so far you'll never find."
More faulty words are slipping from the tongues
"Don't worry, our brand won't hurt your lungs.
Enjoy yourself! (*at your own cost)"
You think you're cool, when sadly you are lost.
The "sharpened, swollen, slipping" are after you and me
They are the widely-opened mouth of the ECONOMY
Enormous brains stroll through historic halls
Preparing campaigns, false promises, ready for the brawls.
Deciding wars, neglecting harsh critiques
They are the brains of brainless POLITICS
A large behind sits comfy in its chair
It "covers" all, at all times, everywhere.
From Maine, to Oregon, to most southern tip of Texas
Sit one-half IRS and the other TAXES.
A sagging belly and a double chin,
A pair of dark circles and a droopy skin,
Decide to make a move and Go For It!
It's time to freshen up and tighten up a bit.
As they arrive at their first appointment
They're quickly greeted by awaiting disappointment
"You want to look younger? feel better? No, No, No!
Read through your policy, you fools, we are the HMO!"
*
On this, my friends, I'll go to sleep
I'm tired, time for counting sheep.
Just one more thing I'd like to add,
Last words just pondered in my head
The moral of the story is,
That if you want to live with ease,
Through all commotions, bring your sense of HUMOR
Just so that you, yourself, don't turn into an ugly tumor.
1999
© Copyright
ANYONE CAN BE A FATHER BUT NOT EVERYONE CAN BE A DAD,
I WANTED TO LET YOU KNOW THAT YOU ARE THE BEST FATHER THAT A SON EVER HAD.
WHEN I WAS YOUNGER YOU USE TO TELL ME STORIES UNTIL I FELL ASLEEP,
AS I GOT OLDER YOU WERE ALWAYS THERE FOR ME WHEN I GOT IN TROUBLE NO MATTER HOW DEEP.
YOU WOULD TAKE ME FISHING WHEN I WAS A LITTLE BOY,
YOU WERE ALWAYS THERE BESIDE ME WHEN I CAUGHT A FISH TO SHARE THAT MOMENT OF JOY.
WHEN THINGS DIDN'T GO QUITE RIGHT YOU TOLD ME THAT TOMORROW WOULD BE A BETTER DAY,
EACH NIGHT WHEN I WENT TO BED YOU WOULD STAND BESIDE ME AS I WOULD PRAY.
SOMETIMES AS I GOT OLDER I DID NOT SHOW YOU THE RESPECT THAT YOU DESERVED,
BUT NEVER DID I STOP THINKING HOW LUCKY I WAS TO BE YOUR SON THAT IS FOR SURE.
THOUGH DEAR FATHER I MAY NOT HAVE SAID IT QUITE ENOUGH,
I JUST WANTED TO LET YOU KNOW DEAR DAD THAT I ALWAYS LOVED YOU VERY MUCH.
WHEN THE TIMES COMES FATHER THAT YOU GET CALLED BACK HOME,
I WILL NOT ONLY LOSE A FATHER BUT ALSO A FRIEND AND MY HEART WILL TURN TO STONE.
IN CASE YOU DO NOT REALIZE IT FATHER I AM A WHOLE LOT LIKE YOU,
I ALWAYS HELP OTHERS AND I'M NICE TO PEOPLE TOO.
IF IT WAS NOT FOR THE STRENGTH AND VIRTUES YOU HAVE GIVEN TO ME DAD,
THEN LONG AGO DUE TO DIFFICULTIES IN MY LIFE I WOULD HAVE GONE STARK RAVING MAD.
EVEN THOUGH THIS WORLD IS NOT ALWAYS THE HAPPIEST PLACE,
I KNOW IN MY HEART I CAN ALWAYS DEPEND ON THE GREATEST DAD THAT CAN BE FOUND ANYPLACE.
I WISH FATHER THAT THESE MERE WORDS COULD EXPRESS EXACTLY HOW I FEEL,
THAT I WISH THAT I COULD REPAY YOU FOR EVERYTHING YOU HAVE DONE FOR ME AND MADE IT REAL.
SO SOMETIME IF YOU ARE FEELING DOWN OR JUST A LITTLE BLUE,
PLEASE REMEMBER DAD THAT YOU HAVE A SON THAT IS VERY PROUD OF YOU.
I WOULD NOT HAVE EVER TRADED YOU FOR ANY OTHER FATHER THAT IS THE HONEST TRUTH
BECAUSE I DO NOT BELIEVE THAT ANYONE COULD BE A BETTER FATHER THAN YOU.
I JUST WANTED TO WRITE THIS FOR YOU ON THIS FATHER'S DAY
TO TELL YOU DAD THAT I LOVE YOU IN EACH IN EVERY WAY.
IF YOU ARE EVEN ONE HALF AS PROUD AS I AM OF YOU,
TO HAVE A SON LIKE ME THEN I AM VERY LUCKY TOO.
I HOPE THAT THIS CONVEYED TO YOU JUST HOW GLAD I AM,
THAT YOU ARE MY FATHER AND IT WAS YOU THAT MADE ME A GOOD MAN.
IN MEMORY OF MY FATHER LEWIS JAMES KOLTER DIED DECEMBER 16TH 1996
I MISS HIM DEARLY
Written By Michael James Kolter
speak it as it was to be
something for a world of
people to love and admire.
delicious and special.
she wanted something that was flavored naturally.
we determined that a sweet fruity flavor would
be best. because she was cooking chicken
and felt it was best to have as much chicken as vegetables
she decided to make it easier on herself by using
something large to marinate the birds in.
she was cooking twenty game hens, and wanted a mixture of flavor
to marinate the birds in.
she came up with this.
in a large roasting pan she added,
5 pounds of grapes (vines and leaves)
2 trouts (scaled and cleaned)
4 garlic bulbs (halved and unpeeled)
5 medium onions(quartered with peels)
10 lemons(squeeze the juice and and halved)
5 sprigs of rosemary
4 sprigs of thyme
2 gingerootz (chopped)
5 small chilis (halved)
1 cup of cilantro
roast for about one hour( to extract the pungent aromas)
you only want the juices that are extracted from the mixture
drain by using a colander, and a fine screen.
allow to cool.
in a blender add
2 cups of olive oil
1/4 cup of salt
2 green peppers
1 large red onion
2 small chilis (seeds removed)
2 cup of red wine
3 cups of lime juice
1 cup of light brown sugar
4 tablespoons of ground ginger
1/2 cup of white vinegar
7 cloves of garlic
mix smooth and add to the cool mixture
2 two five gallon buckets with lids
add the game hens and pour mixture to cover all the birds.
marinate overnight.
broil birds in the oven until done.
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1 and one half cups of lemon juice
1 cup of coconut milk
1 cup of grapefruit juice
4 tablespoons of cayenne pepper
1/2 cup of honey
8 tablespoons of crushed garlic
1 cup of minced shallots
1 cup of coconut flakes
1/4 cup of light brown sugar
6 tablespoons of rum
4 tablespoons of grounded cumin
1 and 1/4 cup of olive oil
1/4 cup of mint leaves
3 pounds of deveined shrimp
marinade.
in a large roasting pan, add 1 cup of butter
and a half cup of olive oil
sautee about
6 cups of chopped eggplants,
6 cups of diced (cooked potatoes)
1 cup of green onions
add shrimp (cook shrimp underdone!)
add marandae and thicken with cornstarch
A true story.
Here I was,
23 or 24...
Classed an "Executive"
NYC Dept Store Chain,
"Executive" label meant
I could work overtime
For one half of my normal salary...
But a fool sees stars
Where he should see crime
Promoted "Furniture Buyer"....
Big Ticket spot....
They seemed out to prove
Smart I was not.
Big Furniture Market,
High Point, N.C.,
Invited out to dinner,
By big shot vendor....
Oh...whoop, whoop, yea!
Of course, my stuffy boss
was there,
In the next chair
At this odd restaurant...
"The Factory" it's name,
After that night,
I was never looked at the same....
Big shot, Big City....
Big Fool....
It wasn't pretty....
The menu did start
Entrees priced more
Than my annual salary
And I'm confused
There's a boiler next to me!
So this Big City Buyer,
In his $99.00 suit
Ordered a shrimp cocktail,
Oh, what a hoot!
Lights flashing....
Like Studio 54
I had no idea
What I was in for!
Got my shrimp cocktail,
Oh, I do love my shrimp!
But the lemon wedge,
Was wrapped up
My mind now a' crimp
In this decorative yellow stuff,
All fit with a bow....
How do I open it, I wondered...
I wanted to know...
But I'm a Big Shot NYC Buyer,
Sure, I've seen it all....
How dare these dumb hicks...
Have such a gall!!
I took my fork,
I took my knike....
I started trying to open
This thing like....
It meant my very life!
I was struggling,
And sweating,
And frustrated and mad
Got some of the weirdest looks
I ever have had...
These Carolina Hicks...
Out to make a fool of me...
Slowly I realized
Everyone looking at me...
My boss's eyes swollen
In shame
How dumb his young buyer
Should be in a cornfield
And call himself "Town Crier"
Eventually I learned....
This stuff was called
"Cheese-cloth"
Ridiculous I thought...
No cheddar or swiss
Like this had I ever bought...
In silence I remained
Through the rest of my meal....
To me the biggest embarrassment
To me the biggest deal....
Big City Hot Shot Buyer...
Dumb as a farm hand.....
Put in a Manhattan restaurant...
Without but a strand....
Of what was, what wasn't
Of how, and of why...
All I wanted to do
Is to crawl under a rock
And die!
(This is true!!!)
My great escape has taken me captive the pleasure is lost replaced with regret
Lately my ego has been over active no small measure since i haven't lost it all yet
The risk is great the reward much better lately i tire and i don't feel i can endure
i tell my self your so damn clever Iam also a liar i only need just one cure
the back and forth the same situations same old tale it was only just a taste
the shame and all the accusations how Ive tried to fail and my existence is a waste
i understand the concept i know to play the game but presently I'm caught in the motion
preparing for the onset of the old familiar pain that unwanted torrent of emotion
If i succeed to come back down the weight lessens but the excuses are right at hand
always push my self around an ego bully sessions the things my darker side can demand
i see the obvious outcome i don't blink an eye i go until the motors seized
try to do a little less but then i wonder why at least this way one half of me is pleased
watch the world around me from distance place close at hand buried deep inside
once again it found me the beast is real persistent and he never gives to pride
my body a prison cell locking out the rain and light so it can devour the hole that's rotting
make the first incision a second wrapped in delight no other me no constant plotting
in the end i know it will be for not haven't learned lessons that were taught I'm the only
person that i fought
i want to make it right gain a little ground and some insight save a little strength for the last
round of the fight
put it all aside seek out those who in which i could confide what could the other me do when
it can no longer provide
starve out the traitor self serving dog offers no favor a greedy needy voice that keeps me
awake my on self hater
this time i need to recover my mind is cracking and my sickly body always has the aches
don't want to suffer i know I'm found still lacking but i want to change for my own sake
when i leave behind this part of me instantly the years of hurt will just up and go away
it isn't so kind he will always be there whispers constantly put away color for the endless gray
I feel as if I made it so far
But I still can’t see the end
Every step fixes and breaks my heart
I’m losing hope, friend
I’m stuck in this cage in my head
Trapped with anxiety and depression
I don’t know how, but I need to leave
I’m waiting because I know someone has the key
But as I lay my head down on my pillow
As my tears and my fears begin to grow
I feel a war start in my head
A war you’ve never faced, one that wants me dead
You don’t know what i’m thinking
So hush your lips and stop assuming
You can’t imagine what it takes
To defeat these thoughts so I don’t break
These demons whisper to me in bed
Words delicately laced in hatred
These spirits drag into a sea of darkness
I search for a way out, as I'm surrounded with nothingness
I sink until I hit the floor
I crash hard, with blood stains on the door
Deciding if the blood is mine or if it’s yours
I pace my mind, back and forth
One half of my mind is joyful and flying
The other one is miserably dying
I wonder if the latter is trying
Because if I try harder, maybe I'll stop crying
The days have all been blurry to me
My face blinded by the burning water of the sea
They say it gets better when the night ends
But when does the sun rise and the peace begin?
The sky was painted black by the moon
She was leeching off light from the sun, too
Envious of the sun's power, she killed our minds
Causing the stars to die and darkness to unwind
Shoving words of hatred down our throats
The sun is whom the moon approached
They fought a bloody fight, leaving one to die
Yet the end is different in everyone's mind
I am the sun
I need to fight, yet I run
Showing the courage of a feeble doe
I let the moon's evil power grow
I run away from the pain I face
Yet I trip on sharp rocks, and my heart breaks
I fall down on the floor, the blood on the door
I'm telling you, I just can't do this anymore
But I put on a smile
I wear a mask for a while
Because if I wear the most desired face
Maybe then something big will change
If I wear the sunshine that I hide behind
Real sunshine is what I will find
If I learn the whispers of the wind
The wind will whisper my name again
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