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Heyyy friend, since we always UP to something, I wanna give a tribute to the word UP, because everyday of our life we do something meaningful with the word up.
So with that being said, I wanna know, what’s UP with you?
How many of these UPs did you do today?
hurry up, stand up, start up, write up
raise up, push up, speed up, mark up, fill up
come up, pull up, step up, climb up
drive up, straighten up, cheer up, tear up
rise up, lift up, run up, clean up, buckle up
chin up, pin up, put up, shut up
get up, sit up, hit up, spit up
woke up, broke up, spoke up
boot up, toot up, man up, hand up
chew up, blew up, screw up
walk up, talk up, hype up, type up
dress up, mess up, fold up, hold up
wake up, make up, break up
toss up, boss up, lay up, pay up
look up, hook up, took up, shook up
tighten up, lighten up, wrap up, strap up
save up, gave up, head up, made up
lick up, stick up, pick up
slip up, whip up, rip up, zip up
stock up, lock up, knock up
go up, show up, grow up, throw up, blow up
but never ever slow up
pop up, hop up, mop up, stop up
burn up, turn up, stuck up, luck up, f’k up
heat up, eat up, beat up, feet up
back up, pack up, rack up, jack up, stack up
but never ever slack up
I did a lot of these UPs today, but most importantly, I Stayed up and Prayed up…
Well, my “time UP,” lol
So what’s up? Can you think of any I missed?
Buried Alive
Casted shadows of doubt,
linger within despair.
Help me into insecurity,
life damage, pay up and repair.
Blinding white lies of brightness,
flash assaulted now face to face.
It's lifes dimmed out light switch,
where burnt bulbs are never replaced.
Echoing noise pollution madness,
a periodic collapse of mind.
Thinking without any real purpose,
moving forward yet still falling behind.
Feeling the weight of disastrousness,
your Spirit continually pinned down.
Lived life unhappily ever after this,
buried six feet above the ground...
To Nobby Clarke I made a pledge
that I would never give up trying,
surrender all things (short of dying!)
to find a rhyme for "Percy Sledge".
Old Nobby thought he had the edge!
But I, pure intellect applying,
the glory of the challenge eyeing,
came at it like a flying wedge!
I didn't need to drudge or dredge.
(It wasn't hard, there's no denying -
no saturnine poetic sighing,
like Keats beside his withered sedge).
Now Nob has more than funds to hedge.
Aware of rounds he'll soon be buying,
beer into which he'll soon be crying,
he's standing on his window ledge!
Pre-chorus #2: You turned out to be so mean…you were so heartless… (you
make me feel like nothin’…make me feel like someone…somethin’ – your words
pierced me like a pin on the floor)
I’m not haunted by your callous night…don’t pick a fight (with me…we were
innocent like a newborn infant)
Our friendship oath is pure and full of reverence –
Then, all of the sudden, you make my heart thump with bewilderment
Our love was genuine before you discarded it with revilement…we need to seek
repentance
You owe me – pay off your debts now…how I loathe your resentment!
Chorus: Ahhhh….Stop being a tease…
Ahhhh….Being a tease…(my heart broke into two)
Ahhhh….Here’s a wound to mend
Ahhhh….Please, put my mind at ease
Ahhhh….You don’t see me, nearing my end…
Ahhhh….Nearing my end…(you’re left without a clue)
Pre-chorus: I thought your grass was green…I’m hopeless… (Oh funny, I
thought you were a good person…I was there for you through thick and thin –
you do not love me anymore)
I’m through with you...you…tonight…I long for God’s light (to shed on me…we
were in content & we were pleasant)
You turned out to be so mean…you were so heartless… (you make me feel like
nothin’…make me feel like someone…somethin’ – your words pierced me like a
pin on the floor)
I’m not haunted by your callous night…don’t pick a fight (with me…we were
innocent like a newborn infant)
Chorus: Ahhhh….Stop being a tease…
Ahhhh….Being a tease…(my heart broke into two)
Ahhhh….Here’s a wound to mend
Ahhhh….Please, put my mind at ease
Ahhhh….You don’t see me, nearing my end…
Ahhhh….Nearing my end…(you’re left without a clue)
Give me an excuse or a reason
To overcome these waves of emotions
Friends come and go like season to season
Dealing with vile clashing commotions
We landed on a dead end –
falling victim to regret!
I don’t mean to offend…
Bu we must pay up emotional debt
Our friendship oath is pure and full of reverence…we must accept that we all
need help, going through this circumstance – (we met in a odd place out of the
blue)
Then, all of the sudden, you make my heart thump with bewilderment
Our love was genuine before you casted it away with cold-blooded malice and
discontent…we need to seek repentance (I got to really talk some sense into
you)
You owe me – pay off your debts now…how I loathe your resentment!
Guess what? Another true story,
About a beautiful dame called Corrie.
Her allurement enraptured all men folk,
I did say this was a true story and not a joke?
Her tight dress and peachy ass, men would cry and plea,
Even blind Jim stopped, pulled down his glasses, willing himself to see.
When she walked the clock would stop to hear the tick tock of her heels,
Believe me this woman was dripping with sex appeal.
Every morning Corrie went into town to get her sick father’s pills,
She knew when she got them; one of the men would offer to pay the bills.
Now there was an evil merchant filthy rich had lent her father money,
It was time for him to pay up or he would take this honey (the daughter).
But to be a sport he conjured up a devious deal,
When he proposed the deal, it made her father feel more ill.
The merchant said “I have a bag and will put two stones in it.”
One white, the other black and here is the deal if you may permit?
“If your beautiful daughter picks the white stone,”
“You debt will be cancelled and you can take her home.”
“If it’s the black, I will cancel what you owe me,”
“But your daughter will be my bride you see.”
The ill father protested at first then gave in,
As they stood in town her father begged her to win.
Now while every man was looking at the divine girl,
She, the only one saw the merchant place two black stones, and so the bag he did fill.
She shook with horror as she picked a stone, thinking as she frowned
Then suddenly dropped the stone on the ground
The merchant raged “Now how are we to know which stone you took out?”
“Look in the bag and the one left will tell you what I chose” she did shout.
Everyone focused on the bag to see if she’d wed him or not,
The black one his hand reaches in and got.
Her father’s eyes lit up and he screamed with delight
His debt cancelled and she wouldn’t marry this merchant two foot in height.
She remains the tester of men’s hearts today,
They are mesmerised by her ass and they way she make it sway.
*Lateral thinking E. Bono*
My children this is one miracle testimony
Of the many that I've seen God do.
As your father I would not share it,
If any part of it were not true.
We needed to relocate from Denver,
I planned for us to drive from there.
Took the car to a local mechanic,
The price of inspection and Analyzer was fair.
I returned for the car in a few days.
Before we were to leave.
He had inflated the final bill,
I was shocked, and just could not believe!
I do not have money like that!
The inspection you said was free.
His reply, the labor is what cost,
"Pay up or your car will stays with me!"
I panicked and put us on a flight,
My new job started in two days.
I did not have the money requested,
Couldn't think of any other way.
Fear took hold once when we reached St. Pete.
I said "Lord, I know I've done wrong.
I left that car in the mechanics lot,
And to the dealership it still belonged!
The next week the dealer called, asking for their car.
I said I left it in Denver a mile from where you are.
I told him that I panicked and had left it behind.
He said "I'll call you tomorrow, you've committed a crime!"
I cried and prayed to God above,
Saying I was wronged and didn't know what to do.
I'm trying to take care of my two kids,
Our fate now rest with You!
The next day the dealership person called,
"Said 20 years, I've never seen this before.
The Manager says He'll write it off.
Mr. Samples, you're free to go!"
This was nothing compared to some miracles,
I've seen when I was willing to believe.
God can do anything for you,
Must you must trust in order to receive!
A warning
The picture of my mother that hangs on the wall
opposite where I try to work, fell down
I took this as a warning not to stray too far to
the right and end up in the Nazi camp.
My mother, a lifelong communist, believed her
the party would bring equality, the right to speak
with certain moderations, say being critical of
the party and be vulgar
She would have disapproved of the man on
Twitter who had threatened to take his cock out
mother would have said "his thing"
she looks beautiful, in this photo, home from
the hairdresser, her eyes are sparkling blue
one can say she was radiant that day, mind she
had taken a new lover of the right party affiliation
She is right, my political leaning is rightish
especially when getting the water and electricity bill
reminding me I have no choice but to pay up
as these two corporations are sovereign
Mother had reasons for her grievances where
worked at a canning factory stamping lids on
sardine tins, she made less than a man doing
the same job
the thinking was, that a man had a family to support
my mother had three children and divorced
from a man who failed her and us, but back then
a divorcee was viewed as somewhat tainted
Anyway, I will find a bigger nail and hang her up
again, reminding me that her struggles made
not to be judgmental
Hey!
I'm blowing your mind with the stars aligned...a miraculous curse in reverse (what on earth?)
- I'm out of my mind,
When you're on my mind
Do you mind?
Vibrant vibes open me wide
Like the valley Deep down inside...
You're the mountain so triumphant
While I'm confident with the river, abiding by my side like the grassland and the elephant
I don't mind that you're on my mind
Worthless as a piece of scratch paper dumped in the trash bin, so left behind
You're in my thoughts, no second dread
It's like a movie replaying in my head
Irrelevant is what I am...
God's forever lost lamb
Crying out for someone to save me...believe in me...
Lying next to you is where I'm meant to be...possibly
You needed me in my darkest hours
You surrendered to my love powers
I shutter and faint when I think of you
I melt like butter and I adore you too
Bang me like a drum
Drink me up like rum
You smoked me out like the cigarette of regret
Repent of the adding-up debt you left on the desk...you're caught in the snare-like net
Just admit it - the Lord won
You lost, so pay up...man up and move on
Be the boss of tomorrow
Forget the sorrow of yesterday...for now somehow and you'll miraculously grow
I'm feeling insecure and numb...I'm the floor gum
Because someone made me feel worthless dumb
When you make your leave,
Pull up your rainbow sleeve
Red leaves
Green sleeves
I really wanna touch it
My Heart Grieves in This Perilous Pit
Cuz you're on my mind
You're on my mind
On my mind
My mind's eye
A treasured find
I really can't...deny
Procedure was followed,
But with corrupted vision
Procedure was followed,
But a life was stolen
They will claim it was for the good of a people,
Whilst hiding behind accountability,
They’ll claim it’s to protect -
But it’s an excuse to murder
When you give a gun a badge,
Laws become an option,
And crime becomes a given -
The badge becomes a ‘get out of jail free card’
And consequences are given to a different player
Power holds the monopoly -
And when you land on it’s property,
You either ‘pay up’ or allow ownership of your life,
Power is a game, and control is the prize
Procedure was followed,
But not without casualty,
Procedure was followed,
But not without the lesson of who controls who
Procedure was followed, because procedure was biased
Procedure was followed, to keep black at the bottom
Waiter please bring me some wine.
Then you may take your time
to bring me food that is divine.
Waiter, I'll tell you what I feel.
I would like a marvelous meal.
Can you tell me what's the deal?
Waiter from The Cat in the Hat.
Can you tell me where it's at?
Remember I don't eat fat.
Waiter bring me something lean.
Fish perhaps with loads of greens.
Home cooked, not from a machine.
Waiter I have given in.
To hell with trying to be thin.
My chances were already slim.
Waiter, I can no longer hide it
I'll have some pudding I've decided.
With lots of cream beside it.
Waiter you have served me well.
That meal was scrumptiously swell.
You're good at this, I can tell.
Waiter please bring me my bill.
I best leave as I'm hungry still.
Can I pay up at the till?
08/04/2017