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Peanut butter sarnies
Wacky baccy smoke
Hysterical laughter
At an unfunny joke
Colours so intense
Brighter than I've ever seen
Sound reverbing through me
Clearer than it's ever been
Passing the material of her
Skirt through my fingers
A softly caressing sensation
That soothes and lingers
It seems I'll never tire
Just can't get too much
Of the texture of the cloth
Electric to my touch
Passing that toke
Between us to and fro
Each inhalation
Very deep and slow
Her head on my shoulder
Arm around my waist
Dreamy sort of time
Nothing done in haste.
It's seem I am floating
Drifting towards the sky
Immersing in the depths
Of this technicolor high
Senses enhanced until
Sliding slowly to the norm
Visions disappear as in time
The world reassures its form
She senses before she sees
The manicured nails - the elegant fingers
Holding out the hundred dollar bills - enticingly - so temptingly
A generous nights takings of busking here
In one proffered hand
She grabs at it petrified it might be an illusion
Evaporating in a puff of smoke
Fingers hold it back, teasingly
Compelling eye contact
She looks up sceptically
Dark eyes meet her aqua blues, sparking a sort of affinity
‘Eyes are the window of one’s soul’- so it is said in all sincerity
But the magnetic dark eyes of her enticer are fathomless in their intensity
His type she has encountered before - money for favours
Well she is no novice - a living after all - a girl has to make
And his generous offer rivals his devilish good looks
But she senses a darkness favouring the energy emanating
A cold shiver runs through her veins like someone just walked on her grave
Fear ripples down her spine akin to a stroking finger chilled in ice
The spell he casts foreboding
The calmness of the night has taken flight
In its haste to set the macabre scene
Mesmerising are the eyes that bore into hers
Projected thoughts furtively slip into her mind
Infiltrating it like a slithery snake
Bringing with it forbidden thoughts of desire
She falls into the inky black abyss
Succumbing to heady dark passionate conceptualization
However the chilling message is coherent
This is not a mere opportunistic one night stand
That he desires
This is more - so much more
This is taboo concupiscence unleashed
This is her life in exchange for what?
Her life for immortality?
Surely not!
Yet his eyes eloquently convey it all
The hunger so unconcealed - so transparently flagrant
To yield to darkness
Satisfying his appetite for
Death of a different nature?
Obliteration of life as she knows it to be
Tenebrous Immortality in exchange for her blood
A prelude to his finale of taking her soul
And then a metamorphosis
From Prey to Predator
Video clip -
Like a Vampire- Catrien Maxwell
This is not about a train on the tracts picking up pedestrians all day. However, this is about a sub of God's blessing making its way to those who have no food or a permanent place to stay.
For the poor and the hungry are just as important as us in society.
Thus, some have just experienced a hardship of circumstance;
Not some sort of a bad deed or quality known as notoriety.
For the homeless and poor are human beings too and this is why good deeds don't go unnoticed in God's eye;
So take center stage for having a gentle heart of amazing size... and that's why I personally thank you for your selfless act of kindness, respect, and love for our fellow man of which this type of value...
Money can't buy.
So
When I saw your poster on Facebook it warmed me and others hearts... In knowing you're paving the way to a higher gift and standard that puts you on high ground and sets you apart.
Hopefully in God's name you have opened the door of example for other
establishments/ corporations to follow in making a better tomorrow... but until then...be proud of this momentous and priceless day because in many ways you're saving lives in your own special kind of way....by extending your hands and chain of fast food known as "SUBWAY"
His name was Pimlico Missler
His wife was Uhora Missler
If you happen to stumble
across his show
Mark his showmenship
Analyze his value from
The point of view of
Someone who's over eager
To be right, and someone
more eager to be wrong or
wronged.
Then are your interest from
being more equipped
Or have you developed an angle
To find fault in everything done
To make sense of your
Current and reaccurring points
Of view.
Something someone told me
Sounds like someway for
Someone to speak I'll of you
Or to create a means for
Some sort of drama to accure.
Taking down banners might mean
The club meeting is over
But does it mean your importance
Is so significant that you are
The only one putting up those
Banners.
Are your causes significant enough
To create your interest.
I moved to the fast-moving world.
I rely on nothing but amazing technology.
Everything is at my doorstep, just no less than a wonder world.
None to bother, no one to care about.
Just one click makes every single service possible.
No time to spare in any wandering thoughts,
As so much around to get amused and explore every sort.
Technology and modernization give all the satisfaction.
Countless quirky attractions and unique distractions.
How can one ever be bored?
Buildings are crowded with people who can afford.
But it still feels like living in an isolated place.
Nobody cares, but everybody just cares to ignore.
Every moment is a competition to win an unending race.
There is no certainty or limit, but everyone wants to outscore.
Greed and manipulation are in the air.
Life seems easy, complicated and fast, ready to dare.
Always busy and making merriment.
Relationships lack a lot of commitment.
There is something that I feel and long,
Something that I miss forlong.
The slow low life and the beautiful land.
I was once very delighted back there in my homeland.
We toil the whole day but still laugh and share,
In sickness and happiness with everyone to care.
I relish the leisure in the lush open green and the bright blue sky,
The sweet wandering thoughts and heartwhelming countryside.
Soothing, pleasant and unpolluted breeze that lulls me.
Each shares their hard cultivation in jubilation.
With no expectations and greed, just pure affection.
There is nothing compared to civilized land.
But my land gives the serenity and tranquility that every busy living seeks.
My soul wants to be in the pure bliss of this land.
No land is like my land where life is still untouched.
A fast-moving life is the need and what I always searched.
But my soul finds solace in the arms of my homeland.
‘Are you solid?’
Is like asking ‘are you okay?’
With intention
That you’re 100%
And there’s nothing wrong.
You’re put together,
You’re good, fine, perfect.
You’re fine fine fine.
Nothing is wrong,
The world is sunshine and rainbows.
When you ask
‘Are you solid?’
And she tells you no,
Your response shouldn’t be
‘Oh but you are’
Like you know what’s going on
Because you’re going through hell
So everyone else just has to be fine
So you can fall apart without acknowledging consequence.
It’s unfair to assume
Someone else isn’t going through
Their own sort of hell
Incomparable to yours.
You might think she’s solid
But it’s all a guise.
It’s something she’s practiced
Over the course of the years.
She’s been where you are
But she’s changed her processing.
Just because she deals differently
Doesn’t mean she’s not still there.
She’s come a long way
But she’s not ‘solid’.
She’s getting through life,
Hanging by a thread.
Don’t diminish her feelings
Because you’re going through your own.
Poses and stretches
like the dolphins pose
are being done by the waters edge
I look into the sparkling water
and see the shadow of my reflection
in the bright and shining sunlight
and all around is nature
evergreen trees are in the distance
waving their strong branches in the wind as if to say hello
shells and rocks are scattered all over the vast and empty coastline which in my
imagination could be
money that fell out of a passerby's pocket
calm is how I feel
just like I am in a meditative state or maybe I am in some sort of trance
I hear noises in the bushes. maybe a bear or maybe a child's footsteps but still I
continue to do yoga poses out in nature
where I feel one with the land
Lost for a reason wandering alone in open space,
Staring up at the Cosmic Being, someday I'll have to face.
Meanwhile I play the lonely boy, vanished without a trace,
tired of all of Society, being a mouse in its rat race.
Turning towards abandoning everything that I hold dear,
increasingly getting more frustrated year after sick year.
What is it that you're saying, I've taught myself not to hear,
No I am not afraid but somehow I am still full of fear.
Far from reality now lost within my own mind,
traveling on this deserted road looking for some sort of sign.
The wind seeps through the windows to crawl up and chill my spine,
Yah I know that you're mad at me, here's a ticket stand in line...
I have never been to a place called Rome,
And to know what Romans do at home,
And I thought that Spring was everywhere,
Yet, England claims that 'tis better there,
I think world cities are in the dark,
'Tis Paris, 'City of Lights', hallmark,
The sun does not rise by my window,
But for Samurai in Tokyo,
I never have seen, any 'smithereens',
Nor any jumping Mexican bean's,
Never heard the weeps of a Willow,
Or a bird was gone, with just one Swallow,
At age eighty, still, I kid am I,
As for the meaning of words, slips by and by,
Next door are voices, words seem to tease,
What do I care, I am not Chinese.
2019 September 19
What are we feeling.? In us, I address the whole of humanity.' Where are we destined or
Are we bound.? Or are we just bound.? By an ology of idealisam.? Isams idols icons; isas
I put that in for good measure..! do we know what we need? Or do we exist in greed.? Or
For it.? What is destiny.? Did we miss it yesterday.? Like a train station overflown by a plane.'
An aero-bar of trouble' life melting as you try counting it's bubbles, it's a task.. life's class
Hard knocks, was told to me, I didn't feel much when it hit me, just a numbness sort of took me
Across a chasm, chamber; deep sea.. Turbulent blurbulent jingles expound insane grounds
Genocide is sold like escapism; I now beleive..! yet I will not succumb to it's siren pleas as it's
Klaxon is wound, by men and women in white garb, with cards round their necks; on lanyards
Madly winding on its ' handle they've exhorted whined manhandled' any ploy or many.'
To snare bamboozle plenty, billions in the image, they projected, purposed pilloried oh so many
Lives are ruined..By these loons I'm still pursuing.. I will never stop expounding, the type of
Lies; they'll be found out in.' Ever; ever. ' will I hound them; as truth indeed will pound them
Until I pass from this earth, I will try to be of more worth, for I know there is true living as
The Lord provides; is giving.. Death do not forsake me bring me to the feast prepared for me
Where all is shining golden, and a silver sheen is showing, there's life alone in Jesus, who as
Our Father asked will lead us' into joy that passes knowing so neglected now in college's
BE AWAKE I CRY IN KNOWLEDGE, THAT TO GOD ALONE DO HOMAGE, TO ENTER IN THE
LIFE GATE, FOR WITH JESUS AS YOUR SOULMATE, YOU WILL NEVER GO THROUGH HELLS GATES.'