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The world of business
is riddled with traps
I tried to start
an intenent business
So good were their words
we make money
when you make money
the promise of lies
Internet scams
poor people trying
to make at the expense
of someone else
of course, it was a scam
Financially I am not
the one to follow
but with a world
Real financial experts
surely we could find
people to trust
people that can invest
and grow companies
people that can
make a profit
and payout dividends from shares
people that can help build economies
saving ten dollars per week
you are looking at an investment
of five hundred and twenty dollars per year
If you had invested in micro soft
how year after year how much
would you be worth
could you invest more
It'd your life
you can do whatever you want
you can save a hundred dollars per week
it's your money
granted with every investment
there is a risk
you can lose your money
people do lie cheap and steal
but investments create jobs
investments stimulate economies
half the problem we have today
was caused by greed
People wanting to make money
from selling houses
lowered interest rates
sold houses to people
that couldn't afford them
put up interest rates
made the homeowners
take out insurance
So if they failed to pay
they made money
from the insurance company
an insurance company collapsed
because they couldn't afford the debt
like a deck of dominoes
the whole system started to struggle
one country after another
started having financial problems
markets dried up as economies failed
we didn't end up, in a depression
because we had things like social welfare
Our ancestors had created
but we are all apart of the same world
healthy economies in other country's
buy the products from your country's
The world needs to look at the balance
between the needs of all economies
When Mahatma Gandhi improve the textile
trade-in India it devastated
The textile trade in other countries
I'm not the expert but if we build
industry in India
I believe that is what great man achieved
Industry, that India requires
to create employment for India
Industry, that we all need to have
healthy economies
We need to do it in a way
that creates balance,
improving the economies of all
countries
My life’s became hell
And I wanna yell.
Once upon a time,
I loved a girl nine to nine.
We shared each other’s feelings,
Have known each other for a long time.
She often used to cross the wall,
And I used to prevent her from a fall.
But these were just a part of my everydays’ dream,
Which I used to have before I scream.
I still remember that night
When I first proposed her right,
With a ring in her glass
Which I gave her after we danced.
She accepted me vigorously,
Without giving a second thought to it.
My life’s became heaven
And its gonna stay well
After the acceptance of my proposal,
We had our yummy dinner.
Regarding our family matter
She told me her every secret,
Which had occurred with her very quiet
I too wasn’t far behind,
But didn’t explore myself to that extent.
After having long talks,
We finally headed towards the car.
While I was busy in the bill payout,
She consistently starred me out.
As soon as I turned back
To see her face in the pack,
But to my surprise
She wasn’t anywhere in the picture.
I spontaneously spotted a mob on the road,
Just beside my car where I was to board.
With great frustration I reached out there,
With a positive approach that she wouldn’t lie there.
I saw a girl lying out on the floor,
But she was someone else who was unknown.
Then with a sigh of relief
I saw her inside another taxi,
Which stood at par distance from me
She consistently called out for me.
As she wanted to give something to me
But before reaching out to the car,
It was bashed up like a thrilling zar. (here zar means horror)
I stood out helpless there,
Saw her lying unconsciously bare.
She still had some breathe out left,
But she had a lot of bleeding around.
And after a few seconds a blast had mound. (here mound means occurred)
Not even her single remaining left behind,
And I was left with her mere thoughts to remind.
My life’s became hell
And I wanna just yell.
My each day
Went off,
Like a hell stock.
My each night
Just passed on by,
I couldn’t ever forget her by.
Coz she was my first and last love,
Forever in life.
I’ve lost my love forever,
And I’ve became a stone-like structure.
My life’s became hell
And I wanna only yell…
I was lost.
For years
I was in my own world,
off doing my own thing,
didn't want to be saved,
never mentioned his name.
I was lost.
Walked around
with no guidance.
Made it out
of some things
because my steps
were still guided.
And I know,
the last thing
you wanna hear
is a poem bout
Jesus,
but I wouldn't
waste my time
if I didn't believe it.
Religion and tradition
is misguided
and overrated.
It's the way
I live,
and my walk with him
that's the proof
that I made it.
I was lost.
The person
you see
is not who
I was,
I was far gone,
sin is a heck
of a drug.
For years
I dripped with guilt.
Quick to condemn myself
because of the life
that I lived.
Broke laws and
lived wild,
smoked weed and
popped bottles,
nearly every night.
Would drown myself
in darkness,
always running from
the light.
I was lost.
Started closing my heart.
But would
bust it open
for the wrong reasons
and a low life.
But it's not
about the politics.
The past mistakes
or what ifs.
I wanted the freedom,
he gave me a taste.
Came back years later,
"look at the mess
that I made"
But it was
what I'd wanted,
so I couldn't complain.
I was lost.
My mind had me thinking
I had fallen from grace.
I had no fight in me,
tried to self medicate.
I look at all
the things I've done
and wonder how
he could forgive.
Like all the times
I gave up on him,
and didn't want
to live.
Never learned
to love myself
until he loved me
at my darkest.
He stuck around
when I couldn't shine,
and my attitude
was cloudy.
Despite all that I'd done
I was never forsaken.
Even when I left him,
he stayed with me daily.
He was the one
who plucked me
from the ocean,
while people stood
on the beach
not seeing me drowning.
But his grace
is sufficient.
He says I'm forgiven,
that he loves me,
and he means it.
I was lost.
But look at me now.
All you see
is my past,
all he sees
is my crown.
My soul's been restored
and he's fixing
what's broken,
I could have been dead
do you see why
I owe him?
Life for a life
but the payout
is worth it.
The payout is worth it.
I was lost.
Feels good to be back.
This poem was too long to submit without premium membership, so I have submitted it in two parts, but it is meant to be read together.
Part one....
They say he is clearly psychotic, if knowing that was even a possibility.
The visible signs are all present, his behavior is a dead give away.
"Normal" people don't act this way, they act like everybody else.
When did being different, become the diagnosis of being clinically insane?
Their image of "normal" is repeatedly drilled into our heads.
Through the direction of our leaders, our education, multi-media.
The television and cinema screen their greatest tools for propaganda.
A man and his lovely wife, with their two point five children,
A duplex in the suburbs, undistinguished from any of the others.
a neatly trimmed lawn, a few hedges, a two car garage for their one vehicle.
A couple truly in love, rarely do they argue, with great sexual chemistry.
Working constantly through the better part of their lifetimes
making enough money to pay their bills, and splurge once a week.
their companies CEO, the bill collectors, and the government's tax brackets,
all work together in unison, to ensure that they are never more than comfortable.
At the age of sixty-five, they have a small nest egg saved up together.
Only now, well into their "golden years," are they allowed to live as they choose.
Their biggest motivation and desire, is simply to survive for another year.
When they die, their children discover they have no money in their accounts.
It always is a shock, revealing your parents have died completely broke.
Ideal examples of the perfect "American Marriage," left penniless in their grave.
Luckily for the children, they had purchased a small life insurance policy.
The payout almost exactly enough to cover the burial costs and funeral.
Even experiencing this unsettling revelation at their parents expense,
These same children are pre-destined, doomed, to follow suit.
Brain washed into believing that their outcome will somehow be better.
They spent less, saved up more, purchased a better insurance policy.
Unaware their parents shared these exact thoughts, forty years prior.
Here i was thinking this was just my second cardiovascular attacks my second stroke an yet here i was rushed through the double doors my husband in a state as we waited wondering what caused this was it the traumatic brain injury scars left over or was it the stroke that left me using a walker talking different remarkable i survived i could tell my doctors were baffled trying to keep me calm all this hospital talk 3cmm aneurysm on my basilar tip the two main arteries that separate at my brain stem I'm thinking what next crazy more terrorist threats on license plates by my stalkers bitter angry because i wore wires pregnant for the FBI buying weapons and drugs from junk sick cops selling drugs working security for gang leaders buying selling trading riot gear its hard to truly function after all these years surviving several attempts on my life my head hurt an yet more threats from American domestic terrorists threats that only alqueda and ISIS respond well to for now my treatment plan keeps me focused my poetry has become of an emotional support system daily for ny well being funny right blah blah blah 3cmm aneurysm basilar tip painstakingly measured to perfection god bless America Please stop threatening intimidating me it's becoming unbearable at this point corruption fighting over that defective airbag bombs personal injury claims millions to pay for terrorists attacks instead of my traumatic brain injury care funny right hilarious Ford motor company paid out my stalkers terrorists and killers lot's of vicious anger terrorist threats terrorists attacks wondering how much these domestic terrorists got on behalf of my traumatic brain injury all monies paid out from FORD WHEN IN ROME WHEN ENRAGED DEMAND PAYOUT STRUCTURED SETTLEMENT PAYS FOR A LOT OF DAMAGE I AM SO BLESSED CORRUPTION EXTORTED EMBEZZLED FUNDS ON MY BEHALF TO CONTINUE PAYING DOMESTIC TERRORISTS TO SEND OUT TERRORISTS THREATS ON LICENSE PLATES FORD WALLACE MUHAMMAD DEEN FARD MOTOR CITY MADNESS ODD WATCHING FUNDS THAT WAS SUPPOSED TO CARE FOR ME THE REST OF YOUR LIFE PAIN SUFFERING TRAUMATIC BRAIN INJURY EXTORTED TO SUPPORT THEE AMERICAN DOMESTIC TERRORISTS
Deep in peaceful rest, lay I.
Not a hint of what would come by.
In my dreams chasing ludicrous fantasies
Seeking out endless possibilities.
But away, far and away, have I gone from there.
Far and away due to a stirring in the air.
Rousing from somnolent state I noticed but one thing…
What, in my unconscious adventures, for I had been searching.
Reach out! Take hold!
But I could not bring myself to be so bold.
Now I am awake, now I am alive.
And finally my restless soul needn’t wander.
In those eyes, yes those eyes, I see all I need to thrive.
And “should I love her?” is a thought I needn’t ponder.
“Give it all away and hold nothing back” screams my heart.
But what happens when everything falls apart?
Logic shouts, “slow and steady and the race may be won.
Besides what are the chances this is the one?”
“Tattered and torn, tattered and torn.
You have been there before,
And you know your heart is worn.”
Logic speaks from my core.
Flumadiddle flumadiddle they all sing together.
They make it difficult to determine whether,
Whether or not the risk is worth the payout.
And to determine if I have any doubt.
But then one concept sticks out to me.
Why? Why is what I should be answering.
Why I love her, let me list the reasons…
But that list is too long, and would last eternal seasons…
So not why, but why not?
One solid answer is all I need.
I have thought and have thought
And can’t find a single, doubtful seed.
“She is too strong headed and opinionated”
And that is what makes her beautiful.
“She is too organized, she’ll kill your chaos”
My Balance is what makes her wonderful.
She is passionate and pure,
Faithful and true.
There is little more I could ever want from you.
To the end of all things,
I don’t think I could bring,
This soul to ever wander when all I want is found in you.
A balance for my strengths,
A mind to sharpen mine,
A reason to always strive,
An equal finally by my side.
ONE:
At three in the morning the Internet calls out.
Come to the computer; visit friends round about.
All of a sudden, soon pulling hair out,
The lights go off, a total blackout…shutout!
TWO:
Dressed for the country, a total knockout,
In a new white blouse, nothing worn-out,
Marshmallows and smores cooked at the cook out.
Chocolate on the blouse that will not wash out!
THREE:
Friends coming over for a big night out,
Children run to windows; keep a lookout.
Their car slips and slides while they are in route.
Festivities become a complete washout.
FOUR:
Going for a visit, the Interstate route.
A car passes by; guess what is thrown out.
Part of a burger with a Whopper handout,
Right in the face of the driver's shouting snout.
FIVE:
Rushing one morning to the punch-clock readout.
Arriving on time, that day had some doubt.
Picking up speed cautiously on the look out!
BLAM! The tire explodes, too late, a blowout.
SIX
The day's shopping spree had a strange payout.
Smoke from the windows escaping there out.
Eggs were left boiling when the cook went out.
Shells hit the ceiling and the floor; freak out!
SEVEN:
Walking barefooted on a beautiful route.
(Garden shoes were old with the soles worn out.)
Soft-smelly brown embrace toes round about.
Run to the hose to wash the stinky stuff out.
EIGHT:
Planting a garden with success in doubt.
Hoping for sun and for a big payout.
Watering tomatoes in times of drought.
One night of insects, the crop is wiped out!
NINE:
The birthday present would really standout.
Glow-in-the-dark wrapping, would be far-out.
Fluorescence to shine when the lights go out,
But I left it home and arrived without.
TEN:
A walk in the park to get a workout,
Flowers and children enjoyed throughout.
Birds chirp in trees, their favorite hideout.
A direct hit in the eye; bird fallout, wash out!
© October 8, 2011
Dane Smith-Johnsen
I’m that person, place, thing or idea you can’t get out of your head.
Endless nights you toss and turn in bed while u pop another med.
I always said I was addictive like a drug. I’ll be your blanket and keep you
warm and snug.
Or maybe I just might give you a terrible feeling and be the flu bug.
With one touch, I can make you quiver. My tongue rolling across your neck will
make you shiver.
You don’t play your cards right and I’ll work the nervous system to the liver.
My point is that I can be the greatest guy you ever met. You will no longer live
life with regret.
But mess with me and I’ll collect like a past due gambling bet.
I’ll be there for you always, my love will get you high and leave you in a daze.
But don’t get lost like a mouse trapped in a maze.
I promise to get you out of any bind, so long as you stay with me in body and
mind.
Leave me and regret is all you will find.
I don’t gamble with hearts, I play the game of life and display my smarts.
So sit down and watch me prepare before the show starts.
Don’t ever question how smart I am nor keep me by a collar, watch my love
grow into a scholar.
My way with words is just a fraction of how I am going to multiply the dollar.
I know love is gambling, but I am loaded dice. Give it a shot and the payout is
nice.
I have loved once, but I aint afraid to say I can and will be in love twice.
Exhaustion has taken a toll on me when trying to find the one, give me some
water because it feels like I have been walking in the sun.
My marathon walk will pay off when I am done.
I hate cheaters and liars, so don’t use me to fulfill your passionate desires.
You do me wrong and you’re going to need an ocean to douse the fires.
Like I said, love is gambling, so you want to place your bet? I guarantee you
I’m the highest roller you’ve ever met.
I’m the closest thing to a Royal Flush that you will ever get.
Note: The following dialogue is between the voice of Mother Nature and the voice of man.
It is dedicated to the countless victims of the earthquake-induced tsunami in Samoa.
My Ring of Fire sets ready to erupt
For I, Mother Nature, have had enough
Of pollutants invading reservoirs
And oil-drilled coastlines, sands coated by tar
How thankful we are for this plentiful earth
Proceeds and profits boast our corporate worth
Our mistakes and errors in destructive ways
Mother Nature will repair in a matter of days
Sea creatures poisoned by hazardous waste
Trash left on beaches by people in haste
Sea oats destroyed as construction proceeds
Turtle hatchlings wandering toward man made beams
The land is aplenty with resources so fine
We can wash away the debris, reap when mined
Mercury, chemical and oils as well
Mother Nature will dilute as we continue to sell
Whales wash up and expire on ocean shores
Battleships litter the deepest sea floors
With thinning ozone, sea temperatures rise
Igniting rage in my volatile eyes
Another tanker runs aground of the Alaska coast
Insurance companies payout, our boards in toast
We can rely on our refineries and oil wells
For Mother Nature will replace and it will all be swell
Earthquakes, tsunamis are my weapons
Earth’s last days may be man’s time to reckon
We will reap the rewards as our conglomerates grow rich
Mother Nature will allow, our industrial snitch
Agent Patrick Chaves
in the beginning of this month, I was contacted by
family relation telling me of a quick way to make
some extra money by investing in gift cards and he
connected me to agent Patrick Chaves
I sent the cards, but when the promised payout didn't
happen there was demand for more card before
they could send me the profit; this happened several
times until I sopped sending more cards and accepted
my loss of over 4000euro
It didn't end there, the agent Patrick Chaves persistent
asked for more gift cards which I refused to pay
He sent me his ID card issued in California showing
a photo of an white bearded, elderly man born in 1949
I have tried to sent his photo to X but not sure how to
do this.
When I told the agent Patrick Chaves I would sent
the article to X he threatened to sue me, which made
me more suspicious as this what happened to me was
elaborate that has happened to many
In the world of the Internet everything is based on lies
When i trough third party contacted my relative
he knew nothing about the case, someone had taken
his name pretending he was the relative
As for agent Patrick Chaves, the one, I have been dealing
with is is a fake to His English is not up to standard
nor is mine, but detected a foreign voice that is possible
Romanian which refuses tells me he lives in Portugal
The only Portuguese with that name is retired footballer
who is also a businessman, I will not suggest he has
anything to do with this scam; having accepted my lose
I will continue to find who is behind the fraud