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Drunk in a crazy lust night!
I know that I had so lost my sight.
Heard those grins from pervert guys,
Gentle kisses were pretty good lies.
Remember it well when I was naked,
Those ticks of cameras were really intimidated.
Left me alone on a yellow soft bed,
Seen a lot of stains in faded color red
Tomorrow morning when I woke up,
Drank finest coffee in a white broken cup.
Used my computer and looked in to my social profile,
I saw myself naked in a worst mistakenly odd style.
Cried out so loud but felt so helpless…
That scandal was so absolutely clueless.
I wish I could go back to past to correct my past.
It will never be happened coz’ these pictures got so blast.
Our mayor was attacked out of town as he went for a peaceful little stroll.
There was an odor that wouldn’t go away, it was left by a pesty little troll.
Bullies come in all shapes and sizes, both male and female alike.
Here they are no longer tolerated, we will just stick your head on a pike.
I went for a short little stroll to check the perimeter outside of our town.
It appears that an old bitter troll left some puddles that are smelly and brown.
Maybe it was a drink with her father that gave her that extra little pep.
Those puddles could cause an infection, so watch each foot where you step.
Our mayor gave a call to old Wilbur, he’s a farmer who can shovel and dig.
He is pretty good at cleaning up messes, back at home he lives with a pig.
On the farm is a sign making spider, once famous but is now known as Jeb.
A few of you just might remember, he once starred in the famous Charlotte’s web.
Together they helped make a sign and then hung it by the Troll’s little shack.
It’s a reminder for this foul little creature, just be careful of who you attack.
Peace is once again restored in Soup Creek, that wretched smell is gone from our air.
Don’t mess with our good mayor Tom, he has friends who love him and care.
It’s amazing that a person who endured slavery…
the worst part of mankind’s inhumanity and blindness
would grow up to teach the world about humanity…and kindness.
His name was William Key and he learned to read and write
around the same time he learned to talk.
As he grew his mother taught him how to heal animals
he was so good at it…people began to call him Doc.
When he was a free man Doc raised a horse named Jim
and just by watching Doc guessed that Jim was something special…
that he was smarter than the rest.
Using only kindness Doc spent years working with Jim day and night
and when they finished Jim could make change, do simple math
cite Bible verses as well as read and write.
Doc and Jim toured the country amazing people in the early 1900’s.
When asked how Jim could do all the things he learned to do…
Doc would smile proudly and answer…with a lot of kindness
and a little patience too.
It’s amazing when you think about it how a former slave
and a beautiful horse…were the unlikely duo who…
would show the world the importance…of being kind
to people…and animals too.
In fact when it came to kindness you might say Doc was on the cutting edge
which is why when he and Jim were done performing
he’d have everyone recite the Kindness Pledge.
I don’t think its a coincidence I came across this story now
because with all the animosity, all the hateful words and prejudice being hurled…
I think we all could use a lille more of Doc Key’s kindness in the world.
So I leave you with Doc’s kindness pledge…
The more we recite it the better chance it has of finding a place within our heart….
I know It may not change the world we live in overnight…
but it’s a pretty good place to start
Woke up this morning somewhere around four,
Foot caught in the blanket I fell on the floor.
Couldn't get back to sleep so I went for a walk,
Got caught in the rain my skin white as chalk.
Went to take a hot bath but could not find the plug,
So I took a hot shower and I tripped on the rug,
Getting out of the shower to dry off and dress,
And get ready for work, I must look my best.
Could happen to anyone I say with sigh,
As I examine the bruise found there on my thigh.
Feeling much better I brush out my hair,
And put on my makeup with practiced care.
I look pretty good in the mirrored wall,
Things will get better in spite of it all.
I get in the car and head off to work,
Forgetting about the stain on my shirt.
Went right through the light on the corner of Main.
Here comes the cop I'll be late again.
Accepting my ticket I smile and I say,
What else can happen, it's just not my day.
Love and truth and beauty…we are constantly searching for their signs…
until we learn the subtle art of reading between the lines.
In our cribs…lying on our backs is most likely the very first place
we learn to read between the lines of the smiles on a parent’s face.
Reading between the lines of their smiles as they beam down from up above…
we find their beauty…we discover their truth…we experience their love.
As we grow a little older eventually there comes a day
we learn to read between the lines of everything our parents’ do…and say.
Between the lines of their smiles, their eyes, their touch…we begin to read…
how they are trying in this life to give us…everything we need.
There comes a time when we’re older, however, when we think what they are telling us is unkind and unfair…
but if we take the time to read between the lines we find their love is waiting there.
And If we’re lucky enough to find someone to love…a partner…where our two loves intertwine….
we find joy in spending the rest of our lives reading between each other’s lines.
As we grow in age and wisdom…the more and more our planet turns…
the more experiences we have…the more and more we learn
how, when we read between the lines of life so much insight is provided…
how between the lines is where… love and truth and beauty…always have resided.
And as together we grow old and wrinkled…
when it comes to love and truth and beauty…
we longer need search for signs…
because
in all our years together…
we have gotten pretty good
at reading between the lines.
I was doin’ all right, feelin’ okay
Was off to the start of a pretty good day
Seemed like a bounce was steppin’ from my shoes
But lo and behold, I fell into the setback blues
The wife was happy, kids were swift
Got a telephone book for a birthday gift
I memorized every name up to the U’s
But that’s where I froze up from the setback blues
People callin’ all day long
Askin’ if I’d contribute a song
To their cause and appear as a sponsor on their cruise
I did it and sank straight down into the setback blues
The setback blues --
And I was doin’ so good
They had finally agreed
To let me stay in the neighborhood
Time is history, time don’t care
Time tends to rule and not play fair
It ain’t no summer camp -- just ask the Jews
Stuck behind barbed wire and the setback blues
I took a sip and then another
Went to the kitchen to call mother
Next thing I knew, I was on the floor with a bruise
And the worst headache since the dawn of the setback blues
Got the setback blues
Took a turn for the worst
I keep waiting for this cloud to fade
And for this bubble to burst
If you wake up early and you can’t see
If they’ve demoted you in your family
If your last successful decision was to hit “snooze”
You may be a candidate for the setback blues
In Sixty nine, I was eight years old
With no idea, how life would unfold
That pretty young girl, who caught my eye
She had a peace sign, tattooed on her thigh
My parents place was called the Coffee Cup
She was their waitress, I was just a pup
I was intrigued, by her lovely blonde hair
With that Peace sign, I kept looking there
I couldn't get her picture, out of my head
I drew a big peace sign, over my bed
My peaceful dreaming, her lovely blue eyes
Hoping she'd choose me, above other guys
I found the courage, to express my love
She was more gentle, than a soft white dove
She said "Don't worry it will be okay,
you will find your true love, some future day."
When I see a peace sign, I have to smile
I picture that girl, with her lovely style
My very first crush, she awoke my heart
A special memory, a pretty good start
Kristen Bruni's "The Peace Sign Contest"
slits in the blinds
of a guestroom
leaking morning through
skinny orange white cat
follows an old man in his underwear
down the hall to the bathroom
and back to his bed
she meows, stands on his chest
rubs her nose on his head
purrs
licks his whiskers
--part of the hospitality package
echoes down the hall
cries
his almost two year old granddaughter
not letting her mommy sleep
so excited last night to see her grandpa
ran straight into his arms giggling
rattles down the hall
his soon to be son in law
in Kevlar and other prison gear
(garage door opens and closes)
puts "bob" at the end of his daughter's dad's name
thinks he's cute
kid knows whiskey, barbecue, and football
they get along just fine
buying a turkey for his ex today
might help her cook it too
just like last year
get to see his two little dogs
who will bark and whine and jump all over the place
the divorce made their two humans
pretty good friends
but he misses them
he'll stay all week
be sad to leave
little angel peeks into his bedroom
enters the doorway
she giggles
it isn't going to be a happy Thanksgiving
it already is
Way back when I was a teenager, so many years ago
My friends and I would find a place to go to party hearty-ho
On weekends we would find a place to bring our keg of beer
And usually, all the teens from town would somehow show up there
We partied in the cemetery, we've partied beneath the bridge
We partied in the forts we built in the woods of Basking Ridge
Many of us would drink so much that we ended up throwing up
And then go back to the keg again and pour another cup
There were teens who had beer muscles, who would always pick a fight
I remember that some bully boy tried to pick one with me one night
I was one of the smallest teens, I stood about four foot three
I guess that's why this almost six-foot bully had picked a fight with me
We were partying beneath the bleachers at our local school
When bullyboy had pushed me down- thinking he was cool
I never had beer muscles, but if someone wanted to fight- I would
Mostly because I wrestled, and I wrestled pretty good
The girl we both liked seen him push me down, and that didn't sit with me too well
So, I jumped and swung and punched...and down that bully fell
Well, I guess I was the cool one, I made that bully's head swirl
Because in the end, I won the fight, and of course... I won the girl!
Walking in the woods on a summers day
I ran across the savvy mushroom king
The old tight-wad geezer wanted to play
I played him checkers and a little chess.
The king was pretty good, I must confess.
Same time next week I asked the little guy?
Leaving, he said. How ‘bout fourth of July?
We made a little date, the mushroom king and I.
I would bring purple sparklers and fire crackers,
He promised lemon meringue faerie homemade pie.
I dreamed of lemon pie for nights and nights on end.
Glad to have a mushroom king for a new best friend.
We met on the fourth, and I gave a disappointed sigh.
I had the fireworks, but guess who forgot to bring the pie?