Long Somebody Poems
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As a person I have fame among my beloved ones.
Not many but the closest ones.
Sometimes I find myself miserable, because I am the only one thinking like that.
As a person I try to jump above, but I found myself sleeping under the bridge.
After my intelligence, I sleep under a pillow, instead I should be above.
Difficult to sleep on clouds,
when everybody makes you sleep on a corner.
Not easy to fly, when you have the wings cut.
Wings grow up again one day, and then the wind will take me far away.
Soon enough it will be a starting point, when my wings will fly again from the sea, from the old windmill I used to be in.
Give me a turning point to grow up again.
I will be nobody, but somebody for the ones I want to be with.
A turning point for feeding happiness and friendship.
A turning point to tell the ones I hurt, that I didn't mean.
I have never meant to do anything wrong, but I did.
I breath different air to release my soul back.
As my soul is realeased I breath new air.
That air makes me dance to a different point where I feel the music that feeds my heart,
that heart jumps into joyness,
that joy plays notes, and makes me watch the blue sea, which is my turning point
A coward in blue, with a badge and a gun.
Handcuffed and subdued, being rough just for fun.
Pinned down by the neck while others filmed his demise.
Nobody there to help as another man died.
We all see the truth as it begins to unfold.
Death because of forgery? Is this what we’re told?
All four of those men, need their ass in a sling.
More hatred and fear, to all they now bring.
I’m embarrassed by law, enforced in this way.
This man deserved better than he received on this day.
May you all burn in hell for what you have done.
You’re lucky I wasn’t there, for I to have a gun.
We all have a duty to help our fellow man.
When injustice is served you must do what you can.
We need to do more and not idly stand by.
I would rather be shot than watch somebody die.
Remember throwing a stone into a lake when you were a child…watching that stone soar…seeing the splash and discovering how the ripples returned back to the shore.
Remember if you tossed more than one stone at the same time…(as you might have expected)…the pattern became jumbled as the ripples intersected.
Every bomb that’s dropped…every bullet fired…every person killed in time of war…is a stone tossed upon the water…sending ripples back to shore.
In war, however, with a multitude of bombs, bullets and people killed at the same time…(as you might expect)…tragedies become jumbled as their ripples intersect.
When the ripples of one death wash over us they immediately flood our heart…filling us with sorrow at a world tearing itself apart.
But when we hear of another death…and another…and another…when the numbers become so great….the intersecting ripples become hard to discriminate.
So many people die every day in war…so many with each blink…so many ripples washing over us…we don’t have to me to think…
To think about each individual death…how life itself is rare…
to think about how personal each death is to somebody…somewhere.
To think how a war has no true winners…no lasting benefits…
To think how each person’s death has its own love story attached to it.
I imagine this is just one of the many inevitable tragedies of war…
whether or not it’s ripples ever reach our shore…
How families and friends are left in sorrow…angry…disenchanted…
How with every death created in war…another seed of hate is planted.
If he makes you wonder just how much you're loved
Then baby he's doin' it wrong
If his heart doesn't melt at the thought of your touch
Then you're somewhere where you don't belong
If he's not seein' stars every time you make love
Then I know a place you can run
You need to know that I'd love you better
In my eyes you'd see nothin' short of forever
My heart would follow wherever you go
I'd be all in baby body and soul
You need to know
If when you're apart he don't go insane
Then I'm tellin' you somethin' ain't right
If the smell of your skin the taste of your lips
Doesn't light up his fire
Then I know somebody who'd trade everything
To be what he never could be
You need to know that I'd love you better
In my eyes you'd see nothin' short of forever
My heart would follow wherever you go
I'd be all in baby body and soul
You need to know
You'd never feel second best
Or have to ask me where you stand
You need to know that I'd love you better
In my eyes you'd see nothin' short of forever
My heart would follow wherever you go
I'd be all in baby body and soul
You need to know
said to debut .
The American All-Pro Division Champion
to bring both Title and Nine contenders to
The World Of Wrestling league.
He will defend against "Company Prize"
and "Finger Boa" three way dance with specail guest
commentator the Swain Fame Game.
We know Bainez Managment
will be on hand, it's said
they fear's this mans famous or imfamous
"Griffe Ossouse" or in english
" The Bonic Claw" Ladies and Gentlemen
let me introduce..... mmask and all
Doctor Wolfgang Sinister, with his manager
"The Useful Idiot" Crooner Savage.
Sinister: looked at the sheet page
and confirmed the date: ah hell
told mister mans here to make it fun, get one of
those fools dude calls his freind
to sign on for a chance at greatness. told him
step right on up
and get in line. Let Ole Doctor Sinister
find out what wrong with ya'll.
Strum the strange and tune up the Tenor
somebody gotta listen to this ladies song!
Boy what ah night to get me where
I need to be. What a night to have me
doing what I do best!
The wrestling World right in
the claw of greatness.
Guess I got me another one!
Ha: ha; ( his evil laugh)
Docter Sinister is a flute player. He was fired from the Opera for
selling instrument parts from
the salvage scrap pile. He and Crooner swore to extract revenge on an uncaring world.
He dawned the mask and made his partner his manager.
and began wrestling in the Ole New Canada Wrestling group.
He married a woman there, when she began outshining him
in song he sent her home. He calls his time on the road
tourss. He has won Twelve Independent World titles.
He has unified four companies.
He has been called the greatest Champion of our time.
We proudly present Doctor Wolfgang Sinister!
From the desk of
Miss Cual ya'll
God will do something that will shock you
Things you wouldn't have expected
For example they just selected somebody to be my supervisor
That for a million years I wouldn't have expected him to be my supervisor
It's not that he is not qualified, he is
It's just that I would have picked some other persons
That is to show you that you are not right on everything
And the things you expected, well, may not be
So there baby, throw you a curved ball
That really changed my thinking
So I am not right after all haha
I was so sure that He wouldn't get the position
Make me think what other things I would not have expected may happen
So there God here we go again
You just do things - the unexpected
And we just learn things - no expectation at all
Is that good?
So that when it comes it may be a good surprise
Because, well after all we don't know more than you do
If you say "go that way", who are we to say "go other way"?
Anything God - lead on
He may turn out to be good after all
And I may say "God - You are right"
But I do know that I will not expect any more
You teach me once
Don't need to teach me twice
I got it hehe
you looked right in to my eyes
you said it (I love you)
you went right behind me
you said it (I love you)
I played you like a fool
you said it (I love you)
He is like a ring in my finger that is what i
said to all
you heard it but you kept saying (I love
you)
You caught me with another guy
You said it (I love you)
you knew all my talk was a lie
you said it ( I love you)
I broke your heart in to pieces
you couldn't find the broken pieces but
you said it (I love you)
I stepped on your pride
I went out of your side
you said it (I love you)
how come you were by my side when i
needed somebody
how come you were my touch light that
showed me the lost road
how come you listen to all my lies like
nothing is hurting you
how come you never left me cry alone
how come you never hurt me after what i
have done
I see an angel in you
I hear your whisper in my ears saying I
will never leave you
I feel the soft touch on my head that takes
away all my fear
I taste a kiss that makes my guilt turn in
to a tear
I breathe the air of your love that makes
me rethink
Do i deserve your precious love?!
A splatter of random color,
literally thrown on the canvas,
sold for two million dollars,
has it really come to this?
Somebody would shell out cash
for what is really a paint spill?
Perhaps they really ‘get it,’
I’m thankful that I don’t.
A naked man with a bear
painted upon his chest,
stands stock-still as he
blends in with all the rest.
They say that it’s ‘conceptual,’
the only concept I see
is that there’s always a fool
who’ll do anything for money.
A literal pile of human dung
decorated with three tooth-picks,
people stand and admire…
who can admire the smell of it?
They say that it’s a ‘vision,’
a ‘take that’ to the middle class.
If that's true I think I’d better
find those ‘middle’ folk fast!
A proud artist stands by
a rock with a green streak.
“Neo-naturocubist deconstruction,”
are the nonsense words he speaks.
Should I envy or hate him,
this pretentious Hipster man,
depends on if he believes it,
or knows it’s just a scam.
A canvas covered in black,
the centerpiece of the scene,
the thing they all came for,
this squarish, darkened screen.
I stare for a second,
hoping for something more,
I did better with black paint
on my old basement door.
I head home to my place,
and there up on the wall,
is a framed movie poster from
the greatest space opera of all.
They’d say it’s ‘crass’ and ‘commercial,’
and they may even be right,
but I’d pay more for this ‘hack-work’
then any of the crap I saw tonight.
Cattleman's pride
who put the bounty
on the head of the
Danger City Cowboy?
somebody said something
and those Varmitts responded to it.
Otters curiosity.
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If I’m proud of my country does it make me racist?
Better than all those in separate places,
a stigma attached in nationality cases
a taboo pride for thoughtless wasters.
But I can be proud of my team or my family,
sing songs out loud whilst beaming proudly,
I can be proud of my city or school,
why is national pride the mark of a fool
If I reflect on the person I am,
I’m not reflecting on an other man,
it’s not a comparison of somebody else,
my thought are of me, they include no one else
I say I’m proud to be British and you take offence,
because you think it means I hate the French
but at no point in time was I thinking of France
you assume I was because that is your stance.
It’s stupid to assume that pride is a bigot, it’s a learned assumption of intellectual limit,
I’m not proud of it all because some of it’s shameful,
so don’t be a fool and see pride as hateful. lol