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Dizzy loss, and "The American" Stats Strussel became Worlds Champion he changed the name on the belt in the ring making some fans seriously angry. The main Event had been placed as the second match of the evening and with seven more bouts to go some saw that something specail was to happen. The screen over the entrance way came on, and a conversation that seemed non-kayfabe had officails and suited promoters backstage in a wild brawl. Get this the wrestlers were breaking upon the fights. Well the contract was legate and a new promotion was formed backstage. Get this in the contract it stated that the World Champion for 60 days would be head promoter, over-sight manager of the championship committee and head referee.. He sheduled a match aganst a non member of the Promotion and went on TV to call him out. He challenged the World Champion of a rival promotion,
While the new borad of directers were choosen the Promoters tried to stop what they called a coup.
Days later on a Northern Pacific morning show a reporter spoke of the incident and they called the World Champion of the rival promotion, he laughed at the story and said the guy was unbossed and crazy. He said he or the promotion wasn't interested in a Champion verses Champion Event he was to busy and cross promotional show never work out. He said the challenge was an insult to his promotions reputation. One month later during a tv taping in DDanish Pro territory a group of fans were carring signs and calling both propmotion Bullsh$t! A big fight started. When asked if this could have root in the challenge the propmotions both denied causing or being involved. The new copany had been formed and they were looking to oust the Worlds champion, who only had one title defence which was said to be a spectaular bout, it was untelevised and unrecorded. This cause people to doubt this guy sincerity. And then on a singer podcast the match was shown in it's entirity, it generated 2 million followers in three days. Showing that interest in this man coulld yeild a profit.
It had something to do with American hostages in Iran was all I knew.
Some political complication that required a showing of the flag.
But Iran had been our ally? I’d seen their sailors train at our base,
And their uniforms looked even nicer than ours.
Now they were the enemy? OK. I don’t ask questions.
It hadn’t been my habit to think above my pay grade,
Or grasp beyond the sphere of parochial concerns.
I was there to serve my country. “Ask not…” and all that nonsense.
Nor had I questioned the tenure of Ferdinand Marcos,
With his beautiful island nation under martial law,
His wife holding all their shoes hostage.
Like the Shah, I’d been told he was one of the good guys.
It was a cold war.
I hadn’t yet questioned a lot of things.
I was there to serve my country,
Not a common motivation in the post-Vietnam disco era,
When civilians didn’t thank you for your service,
But rather branded you a loser
For giving up your freedom in order to take orders from others.
But that’s why it’s called the service, duh!
Thank you, America. Thank you all to hell.
Well, during our time on Gonzo Station,
Records were set for time underway.
Kelly’s wife divorced him.
Thompson’s had a kid that wasn’t his.
Jimmy Liquor lived up to his name
And was ordered into drydock, just like so many others.
Gypsy Joe Pilotti died of an overdose.
Airman Dillon was sentenced to life for dealing.
Operation Eagle Claw ended up
With Desert One a total cluster f*ck.
I had the feeling things weren’t on the level.
I felt I’d earned the right to ask questions and seek answers.
So, my Iliad was ended, and my Odyssey began.
now there are no battle of wills
now there are no feeble attempts to spotlight and emphasize
now there are no empty benefits that result in crystalline nothingness
now there is just us....pure and simple....back to cool via the agreement
we now take it light and watch the nightingale go crazy until death kicks down his door
we now wait to take flight for a few last hurrahs before we amicably part ways
the rain has now come yet so we kiss the unseen rainbow and return back to golden
the rain has not come yet so we have a few laughs while preparing ourselves secretly in our respective minds
now there are no accusations and unneeded advice
now there are no pillows thrown on the doghouse sofa for the effect of showing power
now there are no second chances left for we will soon pack our bookmarks and exit....stage right....
Today the sky seems a different shade of blue,
and the sun disperses an even more radiant ray of light.
All changed the day I found you -
you took the weight of the world off my shoulders.
Time turned the pages of my wary life,
and so I realized that I have never seen the Heavens this bright.
Bitterness clouded my perception of true beauty,
and now there is no more crying myself to sleep at night.
Now, as I lay my head down on my pillow,
something similar to a smile crosses my face.
I know now not a moment of sorrow
… except when you are apart from me
and as the stars shiver in the distance,
and the moon drapes its face down upon me -
I thank the Lord looking down from above,
for showing me True Beauty…
Every smile could be a sign of stab in the back
It’s a known fact
Even an unexpected smack
I repeat
Every smile could be a sign of deceit
True friends are the one’s who captivate your eyes
It’s no surprise
Just a realize
False friends are what you find out being wise
Friends are a dime in a dozen
I see your ears are buzzing
A smile doesn’t make one secure
Only peculiar
A laugh spells on trust in false friends
Genuine is trueful
Hidden darkness among
Hidden false hopes straight out
No trust
On alert
Friends are God given and not deceiving
Friends being themselves in actually showing they are your friends
No time for pretend
False friendship is where it ends
Delete them
Move on
Keep it moving
Fact of every day life, is in all one thought process
everything you hear, is about wars killing
spending multi-millions on weaponary
to then create suffering little children
Crying poor, in their mothers and fathers arms
thrown to the wolves,they who are defenceless
meek and humble innocent people cry in our shame
Rather than spend a lot less money on helping
we as people should unite showing one world vow
To gather under the banner all hearts and souls
in one with love rather than the faces of greed
and hate tearing this planets resources asunder
Not sharing in our planets wealth god given unto us
an abundance of beauty the world is tainted
At our conception, birth with us, we who have
it all in the world at your fingertips, same right
By god's given decree birth to share and love
everything on our planet now that includes
our televisions, sweet nothing but pumping
deadly poison like dark clouds drawing one sided
entering into people minds when they are at peace
13 syllable unlucky 11 syllables standing on two legs what i believe is right 12 syllables searching truth heavenly love answers, end 13 count how long will it be before time runs out lucky or unlucky smiling peace
Glaring the eyes,
through a fern leaf endeavor
Of a dragon who flies
to the ends of this never
With fire for breath
and skin rough and shackled
Afloat of this death
long a path, echoes cackled
And I with my blade
wield a strength not to waver
Through sunlight and shade
for the fair maiden’s favor
This evil unreal,
chains her honor to frighten
bound in iron and steel
in a grip, endless tighten
In dungeons to dwell
past the evergreen mirror
Enchanted of spell
as the mist fades now clearer
Rusted bars honed to keep
her weeping heart sorrowed
In shame painted deep
with words stealthy borrowed
But I shall stand strong,
charging into the fire
To right every wrong
and protect my desire
Now face to face
with this monster like being
When fear it does chase
at the villagers fleeing
I stab at its heart
the blood quickly flowing
Loud screams rip apart
it’s weakness is showing
Now to slice off its head
with my sword ever flying
In moans of the dead
as this dragon is dying
My princess, my one
take my hand, we must hurry
This challenge is done
down the path we now scurry
Till far from this place
with skies ever bluer
I gaze on her face
could her eyes shine much truer
Her lips find my own
her love she is sending
We walk off alone
to our own happy ending
These walls, crumbling through time.
seeing old metal beds, stained mattresses,
broken sinks and toilets, rusted old medical supplies and a vacant morgue.
I'm walking through a dark place where pain was inflicted,
on patients to non existing ailments.
Lobotomies, electroshock, meds that these doctors and nurses,
thought would cure such simple illnesses.
The flickering florescent lights above my head.
showing me graffiti on the surface,
seeing a place from the past runs,
chills down my spine.
Thinking of the people who felt lost,
hurt, and neglected.
How they were mistreated or discarded.
To still hear the moans and groans echo through the halls.
The suicides', the padded rooms and the unmarked graves,
bring sorrow to my heart.
Those past years of being treated as nothing but as test dummies.
Those old stories of the survivors as they remember their time here.
As if they lived through the pain just yesterday.
Now the hospitals lay empty.
As the ghosts of victims still haunt these halls.
I will visit them one day and explore through these deserted rooms.
I’m staring at this old man,
The old man’s staring back,
His eyes are dull and misty,
His skin is weathered and slack.
Most of his teeth are missing,
And his cheeks are all caved in,
He has tufts of fluffy grey stuff,
Where the hair on his head had once been.
Who is that strange old man,
And why, oh why, does he stare,
Where on earth has he come from,
And how did he get over there?
He has the neck of a vulture,
His shoulders are feeble and round,
Decades of gravity have bent him,
Till his head is close to the ground.
His ears are as thin as paper,
His veins are showing through,
His nostrils are like forests where all
His hair has migrated to.
His body is skeleton-thin,
His ribs are all open-plan,
There’s something rather pathetic,
About this strange old man.
His stare is quite unnerving,
It fixes me to the spot,
As if he remembers something,
Which I have certainly not.
He surely can’t have anything
At all to do with me,
He looks well over ninety…
And I feel like twenty-three.
Suddenly a voice comes from nowhere ...
"Come on Dad, you old fool,
You’ve been ages in the bathroom,
And I’ve got to get to school!"
Oh drat my failing memory,
How fuddle-headed can I be?
That old man staring from the mirror…
Why of course - now I remember - it’s me!
Beyond the shadow of my heart
Drumbeat continues without pause
Giving my world sense of peace
World engraved with floral design
Of beauty visible in the dark
Leaving me stuck with compassion
With sparks of mystical powers
That ends the dryness in me
To flourish like the rain-
-Divine treasure planting hope-
-When drought is maintaining bragging rights;
Beyond the shadow of my heart
Clouds assemble harmoniously
As I sing to the listening blue sky
Always showing warm devotion
Shoving delightful visions on my path
And fostering lively thoughts in me
To sense purity of my own dreams
And look beyond planets I know
May be there is one named after me;
Beyond the shadow of my heart
Gladness and harmony are in my pleasant streams
Making my pathways 'spick and span'