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Please don’t create all the drama
and then sit and ask why it’s there.
Say it’s okay but clearly it’s not
start in on the texting girl just stop.
It’s clear that you won’t just say it,
veracious words are absent here.
Either shoot straight or stay silent.
All I really want is a peaceful vibe.
Girl, I’m not going to fall into it,
good god you feed off of conflict!
Reel it in and just simmer down
easy to see why your crutch is THC.
Suture your mouth if you need to
sour grapes is not a good look.
I don’t want to play all these games.
Victorious are those who will walk,
exit alone rather than sit and squawk.
A day like other days
She, leaving the bus, had forgotten the umbrella
Strolls, her face is more African now
She has a walking stick, says it is for her balance
My love for her has grown over the years
I cannot think of the time we were apart before
We met twenty-two years ago.
We have Christmas Day here, but the next day we travel
a hospital in Lisbon that specializes in hip replacement
We will stay the night in the metropole and have a good meal.
look at things- for my part, like the grumpy North Korean leader
Then back to the Algarve with trees and big boulders
Tomorrow we are eating at a hotel that serves cabrito
sauté potatoes and a lot of sweets
since I`m driving only water for the journey
or tomato juice.
It is an ordeal for me to be among people, I don`t know
I will take 5 ml of Valium,
It will keep me calm until I simmer down and laugh at bad jokes
as told by an exhibitionist.
We can`t stay long since we are living in the morning
On a short walk outdoors, I saw my dog, who walked beside me
I bent down to pat her head, but she saw something
and ran into the bushes, I called her
name; Bambi came here when it dawned on me she had been dead for ten
years, and it made me think of my own mortality
but not in a gloomy way.
Sun, blue sky, and stillness, the hunters have gone
drinking in a cafe, but the visit from Bambi perked me up
So did a cup of coffee when coming home
nothing out of the ordinary yet, I persist in dreaming of tomorrow
It is not that I do not care
or your worries that I share
Your problems though they be
are not really about me
Sympathy not much
feelings out of touch
Concern forgive my yawn
angry I feel rather calm
Wrong or right
good or bad
let it be
I am sleepy
So stew on for awhile
I am neutral timid and mild
Maybe a nap and after I wake
we can sort it out, see what's at stake
Simmer down and go slow
ease off and let it go
If you blow your top
will it ever stop
Mediocre as it seems
dumb to others sure its deem
but important to you you you
for the hundredth time walk me through.
Butter was most gorgeous color of yellow the unicorns had ever seen.
Many suggested she might grow to be Mayflower’s Unicorn Queen.
Giddy mother told too many people who were jealous of her babe.
Father told mother to simmer down about it; his name was Sir Gabe.
Butter grew to be lovely with talents too numerous to mention.
She became the grand marshal of more than one unicorn convention.
Father was proud of daughter’s accomplishments, there were many.
Mother was a dainty, prissy, girly unicorn. Her name was Penny.
Penny and Sir Gabe argued about Butter often into the night.
Sir Gabe liked his daughter the way she was, not girly, all right?
Penny was inflexible and did not understand Butter’s ways.
She wanted to change her daughter; stewed about it most days.
Butter spoke to her mother as gently and carefully as she could.
She calmly explained, "This does not make me feel good."
Embarrassed, her mother apologized and agreed to try and do better.
She knit Butter an adorable red and green I am the Boss sweater.
Butter was never Mayflower’s Unicorn Queen, but her best friend was.
Toast was girly and prissy, and had a mane full of gorgeous pink fuzz.
Butter told her mother, “don’t’ worry, maybe my sister will be a queen.
But sister became president of the WBA; queen was not her dream.
Penny admitted that she wanted to live vicariously through her girls.
She liked dressing them in pink and twisting their manes into curls.
Admitted Sir Gabe’s idea of letting his daughters be who they are
Truly helped them both become their own unique kind of star.
Shake; shake do the shake n'
bake, got me another round of
hot sauce love bang; Bang!!!!
Quick to jump the bamboo
stick, given it a whirl of double
pleasure gets you off by
any doubts that I can blow your
mind.
Which now is fully bloomed
with excitement as we come
tunneling in a pure inticimy
earthquake, between the
sheets...
Where I've raddled your cage
through the jungle of my hut,
You can no longer excape: So
gore this thirst full erge to hunt
for prey to eat as I catch you
Apon this journey...
Hoping to pounce on you, roll
you around the field in secrecy
to simmer down the heat and
rise among the sun right by
your side with a steamy shake
n' bake love bang; bang Yeah you
Know you want some; So come
On And get me.....if you can!!!
There are gray skies north to south
Fertile new world land needing a water spout
Before the purple mountain majesty time
There is a yellow shine
Beautiful blue the sky chimes
But when the moon takes control
Everything is black as coal
Unless there is stars that glitter
A small glow fitter
Making the attempt to brighten a galaxy dark and bitter
Every day a blazing ball goes around
Visiting each city and small town
Giving light that is bright
Defending its space right
Against storm clouds looking for a fight
Sometime when the breeze plays tough
Seas are choppy and rough
Not wanting a placid scene
Only a violent oceanic slamming scream
To the sand it does pound
Nature’s reality’s soothing sound
Challenging the surf
On its angry turf
A lady with a board
Discounted inside the boutique store
Just another meeting
Stronger than a biblical reading
Communicating with a curly wake
Being honest not fake
When things simmer down
To calm water on the ground
Tomorrow is forecasted a nice day
At the beach she will stay
Listening to the tranquil tide tease
Allowing the sun to do what it please
Making her golden brown
Creating an image where love can be found
And eventually will wear a white wedding gown
To be sent off in loving bliss
Having one last wish
A fluffy towel and a good luck kiss
i guess i am an old soul observing
yes, i observe
you in those wonderfully fitting loose pants
you've caught me looking many a time
you know that i am guilty of just being guilty
my punishment is you coming over here and giving me a kiss of convenience
i'll gladly accept it however you decide to give it
however in life, you are gonna hear 'no' and will have no choice but to take it as an answer
the underlying alternative here is that i can still flirt with you with your Beautifully God Created Self and make you smile
i guess the wedding band on your finger keeps you grounded
it is definitely keeping me grounded.....for life i tell you!
my everloving lord.....the way you sway those hips, girlfriend!!!!!!
i think i better go in the house so the HE can simmer down
the nerve of you smiling at my grapevine misfortune
i am weak.....i am getting weaker
i gotta put on my bobby womack 45 to rebalance myself
i wish he didn't trust me too much
it strengthens my will, but for life, it will be lingering
indeed, mr. rundgren, i gotta gets me a woman......and forget about her
however, Lord, if i am deserving of some type of punishment for an unnoticed and unseen sin, then you are surely doing a good job of it!
Nationalism,
nation supremacy,
rooted in competing patriarchal capital rivalries,
is entirely incompatible with EarthPatriotism
rooted in loyalty to cooperatively healthy matriotism
Wherever MotherEarth may yet be healthy climate rediscovered
in sensory input and outputs of a child
unbound breathing in enculturing good humor
Still fully awake
meaning much more than not yet dead,
Embracing Earth's Paradise found
means far more than ending homelessness,
bareness,
hopelessness,
For restoring cooperative peace
more than competing retributive-avoidance models
for justice as invoking a fee
and loss of freedom punishments
while preaching skills in anger and depression management,
but silent about happiness and compassion cooperative ownership.
Competition in nationalism,
whether white
against pink,
royal purple
against ultra-violet feminist,
even green
against black and brown prejudice,
each autonomously anti-ecological nationalistic stew
when we simmer down
into non-violent communication
of spatial Here
with temporal Now,
Competing FirstChoice nation-states
miss golden global opportunities
to embrace healthier polycultural outcomes
of multicultural cooperative grace,
polypathic WinWin karma,
polyphonic musing face
of Earth's well-timed expansive soul
revolving space
A healthy organic way to speak
and think
and feel as a day and night revolving child
naturally embracing WinWin
co-redeeming spiritual ecopolitics.
Violent competitions,
mutual abuse and neglect,
between ZeroZone sacred nations
are antithetical to cooperative conversations,
planning and nature development,
in EarthTribe non-violent WinWin communication
CoArising nighttime dreamscape melodies,
non-conspiring feeling peacefully immunized
against conspiracy theories
playing WinLose roles
embracing evolutionary predative jihad anxieties,
risks to bully or become bullied by chaotic capital climates
and internal bicameral storms,
nightmare feelings nauseously disassociating inside from outside,
ego against eco,
concave overbearing convex,
ZeroZone soul ignoring OneZone body's primal needs and feelings,
Right bipolar conflicting Left dipolar co-arising
EarthSoul Health integrity
prefers co-reflecting
4-SpaceTime Revolutionary Boson Models--
opaquely expanding DNA-structured splendor.
Little darling, thy fada wears a garland of frowns,
The breda must explain their jokes to him across the night,
Worry devours his heart,his wallet emptied of light,
Fallen sistrins and soaring debts weigh him down.
Parasitic friends,the firewater that hauls him down,
Your mada' open relationship haunts him without end
You poor black girl,his paternal duty no hand can mend,
So little darling,mockingbird sings sagacity' gentle crown.
'' Motivate him'',cries nightingale,'' seek angels that heel,
Set calm and clear,boundaries firm and the rule of right,
Recall the days when Rastafari made his soul bright ,
Technicalized guidance cuts through despair and anger's steel.
Sistren and fada ,simmer down a little bit,sooth the strife,
And read The Holy Piby for blessings in holy Jah life''
Glossary of Useful non pompous English terms:
Fada-father
breda-brother
sistrins -sisters
mada--mother
Rastafari--the best religion
technicalized-professional
Holy Piby-Bible of Rastafari
Wart of hubris, sweat of cursed
Jealous eyes and greed at worst
Blood from pride, tears from pain
Some wretched feelings from disdain.
Sordid juices caused by lust
One liberal dusting of distrust.
A pinch of squander on path to diet
Then splash of anger from disquiet
Two parts grease; on one’s own behalf
Once can of echo, from mocking laugh.
Grind chains of office to subtly blend
Add some waste from overspend
Ignore the stench and simmer down
Wait for pride to rise don't let it drown.
One last step for this magic spell
Free a poison pen with a tip to quell.