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I’m at the bar in Havasu
I thought I was through with you…
Guess I wasn’t after all
Lonely and wishing I could cuddle you wild
Sorry that I have been down and about
I miss you tremendously no doubt
I know I sound desperate
I need to quit it...just a bit…
Maybe, baby,
You and I are meant to be; well, possibly
It could happen, you see?
Maybe, baby,
You and I could be free
I want to set you free from captivity
Companion, I must be crazy…
How you held me last night…
Took away my midnight fright
How you fulfilled my needs…
You shared with me your adoration seeds
I bred you with my authentic words of love
I have been entranced by bluebirds from above
Brainwashed by the MK Ultra lullabies…
Brainwashed by society’s downfallen lies
Unbrainwash me, my love…
My bittersweet darling of mine
Unbrainwash me, for I rove
Towards the end of times’ sign
Tainted by the torment of this difficult life
Fainted at His sight and lived through strife
Painted a picture of you and I in rainbow delight
I love you like a saint loves His scriptures tonight
Sorry if I sound desperate all day and night
I guess meeting you was fate – our date felt right
It was meant to be, but being with me
Sounds great – it’s never too late to be free
Feeling the hate when I should be in love…
You handed me roses with prickly thorns
Thoughtlessly, I bled for the sake of love…
You could be an angel with devil horns
I suppose we were compatible in some way
Sorry if I sound desperate all night and day
Fading faith force-fed me with dreadfulness
You maintained faith within my soul of sadness
Murder my madness and mesmerize me with mere merriment
Memorized your forgiving face in the spacious, marvelous sky, I can’t deny
Sentiments sweetly shimmer anew with no hint of resentment
Immobilized by impairment of my heart’s hopefulness that won’t ever dry
Enduring in these hardships the best I can on this Earth
Endearment encourages me to engage in elevating mirth
Eternal exuberance embarks upon my engulfed mind of mysterious melody
My isolation is melting away like ice in the fire, a divine sunshine of serenity
I have been so desperately, so genuinely,
Looking for someone to be with sincerely
Well, I’m heading home now and baby, please know
That maybe we are a flawless match, a fabulous show
The dark aprons those hearts wore is a gift of the aftermath of an ageless war
Hymns sung here unsweetens the soul and grieves the spirit
Set apart from all that is green and alive are the hopes that these caskets
beneath my feet holds; the blackness of the ghost that haunts these souls
Is blacker than the devils shadow and deeper than the abyss.
The bodies that I see and walk upon in these ruins are without hearts,
Nothing wonderful can fill the vacuum inside their minds
For all is lost and sabotaged since the heart grew cold and motionless
In ghostly screams their agonized minds cry out loud to the darkness
Their life went past ahead of them like a running thread and all passed in a
flash; The moon meets the sun and dance together in their light and brightness while teasing the heavens with temporal blindness; Sadly, the love I speak of is eclipsed for infinity and it dwells in a black veil among the widows.
Worms crawl the walls of these living man and women; their pain is so extreme that they no longer can scream for all in all love was never what it seemed to be; the sores on their fresh erase all the beauty ever known to them, What’s left for them to embrace is only skeletons of moments their soul can’t blacken neither can their tears wash away. It is unbelievable that once
nightingales use to sing in these castles to fuse the souls of men and now only
vultures wallow the lands and owls sing to the tormented ears.
I stand from afar and I watch the souls driven to these chambers of life
Wiped out with sorrow and none is mighty enough to write Aphrodite a tale of
unnatural lust for everlasting love. For all that begins ends and all that ends
begins, cycles we mortals are might to obey are way off our heads and the fate that always befall us is far from what the dreams portrays it to be;
Buts still more even though the night is dark and haunted, I can’t bear the
thought of how the younger dreams of love sounds great in the morning light.
the game we play
just in case
to make it easier
on everyone we loved
no two edged sword for those we hated
psalms and quotes to admire to fit in
I'm ready lord
for i do not know
when my number is up
but want everyone to be comfortable with death
more comfortable than anything than they have ever been
its always black and white
your alive
\too bad soo sad
drama drama
your gonna die
handle it
for those with their heads burried in the sands
group organised warnings
angry letters and mysteries unravel
controlling the ways we do so
so someone else might live longer
im not ready to die
im not ready to go
i have lots of stuff i never got to do
lots of people i wanted to love i never shook hands with
things i wanted to see
i couldnt afford to do
tears i wanted to wipe off my own face
but instead there is a planet of millions of suffering people
for one happy you
im not bitter
i just think its sick how they twist it
categorise themselves for fear of dieing
of getting closer to you is what it actually is
to kiss your hindside
smile to your face for an eternity
while all the while they must know it isnt right at all
cant inspire you at all
so here i am beginning with nothing at all
but invisible brick upon invisible brick
building my wall
one happy you
versus the millions of miserable
and only one angel fell
and hes the bad guy for caring at all
look ill admit i dont know the plan
and i already know your gonna be angered fior not petting your brainwashed
whatever it is you need to hear to make it easier to die
for whatever we didnt do right
i'll never see the places i want to see
meet the people ive wanterd to mee
have many of my dreams com,e a reality
and tghen die to live forever
sure sounds great sign me up
if i can spouil your party forever
sounds like a blast
millions of idiots suffering to make one jerk happy
I'll be there to spoil the party
coukldnt ask for anything more than that
Te quiero , I love You,Ti amo,
there have been
songs endearing
some worth sharing
some I dare not
romantic lyrics
sounds you hear it
I Love You sounds great
when your the number one guy
tell me I love you
when I'm bruised by
your loving
and I'll ask myself why
Fussing and cussing all about
with a tear in my eye
and you say I'm foolish
and I ask myself why
You lied to me when You said you loved me
you lied to keep your cheating going on
you lied to keep me
You lied to turn me off
hard pillows are romantic
Cold beds aren't good for love songs
everybody wants to write us
speak us in a thrid persons part
you keep on amusing them
you rebreaking my heart
tell ya'll love can be dangerous
infedility makes it dangerous
emotional destress
eroded feelings too
complications about everything
what up wiff me and you
aint no advice that heals a
bruised up heart
finding someone else
when
things go wrong
often prevents a new psoitive start
Tell ya'll
some love is dangerous
complications make it dangerous
undecided situations
are dangerous
some situations are dangerous
Written by:
Scat Dingle and the ShoeFly Player
From the aldum "Me So Fly"
From Adlid Album Company
"studio Gangster"and " BlueLight Socailite"
were fused with samples from
"Big Greasy Woman" by; "That Baddass Mizzo"
of Frizzle_Ghee's Music Company
Lyric and Strings and Horns
written and Arranged by
O.G."sonata form" BigBank
of CounterPoint Music Company
"Jive Woman" was performed by the Capon Sister's
with Dingo Danny Smiles upfront
dueling guitars performed
by
"Badass Millie Jam's and Disco BoomBass
of Boom-Bah Music
with horns and strings arranged and conducted by
Greasy Mist and The Love Right Band
"her Massage" has samples from
"just Groovin" by Misty Blue and Pink Thongs and Them
of Evening Star Music a Dynamic Music Company LLC.
The New World Order is the Old and New World Disorder.
The Old World Order is history, and for a while, The New
World Order will be a mystery, but in reality, it has no future.
So much exists that seems strange; so, to the best of my
understanding, let me try to explain.
In God's domain called heaven, at first there was order.
Disorder unfolded when Lucifer rebelled against that order.
We don't know where it came from, but sin was found in him.
That sin within corrupted everything Lucifer felt about God.
He himself desired to be worshiped as God, and therein arose
the rebellion that quickly led him astray and set him on a course
of no return. That wickedness would be passed on until this day.
There can never be 'world order' without The Order of God and
The God of Order. Any other presumed or supposed order can easily
be spelled in 9 letters: REBELLION. The present-day World Order,
like all the others from ages past, is dressed up in sheep's clothing.
To far too many, it sounds great, but its only power is DECEPTION.
Whether it's a State ruled by a Godless Oligarchy or one governed
by a Godless Democracy, the end result will be the same. DISORDER.
Whether the State Order is Religious or Atheistic, it still spells DIASTER.
Regardless of how we paint their numbers, their sum is always D666.
The only World Order that's possible is a world ruled by JESUS CHRIST.
041622PS
Always a Star!
You’re a star in my night’s sky that’s brightened with years,
not because we’ve grown closer in distance (perhaps),
but with age, we are wiser, trust more in ourselves!
Though progenitors looked to the stars to find Truth
(as the home of the Gods), now few honor such dreams
or claim stars map out lives. Some think love plays a role!
But it’s clear genes express what’s required to survive.
Fixed stars (constants before) now seem fleeting at best.
No one knows where they’re headed! Do trails have an end?
In the past, stars seemed solid, though some with loose ends
(were revealed to be planets) proved not stars at all
(just reflectors of light!) They’d move forward, then back
(a conundrum at best) to cross scar of milk’s plow!
‘Weird’ named “Wanderers” (“Planets” in Greek)! The name stuck.
In real space, there are rarely twin stars but for luck.
If a double sounds great, then three stars - ‘cat’s meow!’
In mind’s space, stars drift in, then sail out of one’s sack!
Caught in gravity’s well, what’s the purpose of call?
Truth’s too big (can’t you see?)! Time is all the heart spends.
All stars wanderers, too (though small minds may pretend!)
Grace seems equal to Truth. On day seven choose rest!
Does your foot rest on gas (or love brakes?) Can you drive?
Does it matter that much who spins truth (who’s the pole)?
Does the boy catch the girl, or is she one who schemes
(if a “game is afoot,”) who’s more kisser (mans booth)?
Let philosopher play; bless the lover who delves!
Let the driven love rest and bone weary take naps.
It’s my guess this could birth a world freer of tears!
Brian Johnston
6th of April in 2023
On Saturday morning I drive over to my daughter’s house unexpectedly.
She’s not the drop in kind of gal, but I don’t care.
It’s all about me this week, my little me week.
She flings open the door and glares at me
After I am getting ready to use my key,
The one I’m never supposed to use, but
I did press the doorbell 138 times.
Right?
She glares at me, and stomps off mad,
Toward the dining room. I watch her back.
“Can we?”
“NO!”
“Can we just?”
“NO!”
“I am not spending the day with you, MOTHER.
This is April.
My busy month.
You know that!”
April already?
Wow.
“What are you eating?”
Another unnatural glare.
“Pancakes with lemon, and blueberries, and pudding,” her back is still towards me.
Damn.
That sounds great,
But I’m not offered any.
She’s mad.
I’ll give her that.
“Mom, why are you HERE?”
“You didn’t answer the phone,” I say. “I thought…”
She rolls her eyes.
“I want to buy a new car today,” I tell her. “But my eyes are glassy because of the stupid predizone. And I stopped taking it on Tuesday. Can you drive me to a car dealer?”
“I am NOT LETTING YOU BUY A CAR TODAY, MOTHER!”
Wow.
I have not been mommed by her like this since she was twelve.
“We needed a little Mom-Angela time,” I continue.
Yes, believe it or not, this is the cherub’s name.
I’m not lying!
She makes a little smoothie for herself.
Relents a little bit.
Asks if I want one.
Yes, I DO!
Thank you.
Hooray!
It’s working.
She’s melting. We end up spending seven and a half hours together,
One of the best mother daughter days I’ve ever had!
Written April 6th, 2018
As I sit down
Not knowing what to write,
Thoughts flitter through my head-
Nothing with much height.
Should I write a poem about a lonely girl?
Or someone newly freed?
How about something silly,
Rowdy men drunk over a tankard of mead?
But wouldn’t people listen more to stanzas full of power?
Something to gain strength from, as-
“Stand up for what you believe”,
“Be a strong, tall tower”.
Well, hope is always good
After a stumble, trip or fall-
Doesn’t everyone want to know
There’s a god listening above all?
“A smile means a thousand words”-
Hmm… that sounds great…
Maybe a poem about a grin
That changed a person’s fate?
The funny thing is that
Looking back at my notebook-
Filled with doodles and sappy lines
Maybe I can get something out of it.. just look.
The lesson is written plainly here,
As you can clearly see.
Its not what I write about
But the lessons you gain from me.
Who cares if you write a poem
About a little girl or some men.
Its about what the author wants you to internalize
The power of the pen.
Inspiration isn’t something written down,
It’s not something easily done;
It takes hard work to change-
Not taken care of with a pun.
Within each of us is a power,
Hidden In place you never knew.
The will to change is a gift alone-
As strength comes in every color and hue.
Don’t sit around waiting
For others to write your story.
Stand up, take action, make a difference-
Go out and create your own glory.
Be strong like a mountain,
Stand firm like steel.
Follow in what you believe in –
It’s your hand of cards, your deal.
To know what to do with your life is not easy,
The field for a 'major,' significant ask!
To delay higher-ed, after college, a virtue,
The face of one's bliss is a chore to unmask.
The world that we live in makes change a new mantra,
For few will make cars or mine coal their whole life,
What's the chance you'll stay married if you have no children?
And risk very high you'll have more than one wife!
A 'doctor' or 'lawyer' sounds great if it's calling,
Tough times come, who'd hire you to work in car sales,
For to be overqualified curses job seeker
Good luck flipping burgers or cutting toenails.
The most common jobs are more service related
But pay lower wages (a general rule),
It's clear money makes money, but how to get started?
Without education, you're smarter man's tool!
To choose wealthy parents can help if you're able
Still no guarantee (and this too has its price),
But the road to success seems to be working smarter,
To learn from mistakes is perhaps best advice.
But hold to this truth, a true friend is life's treasure,
'Two heads are much better than one' is no joke,
And to have a good friend, YOU must love (are you able?)
For loving another, means sharing their yoke!
In this life, the future is rarely that certain,
So live in the moment (but try to think twice!)
For the planet we live on, indeed is our future,
Environments possible? Desert to ice!
Long Tooth
June 1st, 2018
Big, Bold and Brave
To my wife have been her brilliant slave
So wrote something big, bold and brave.
Here it is.
Democrats send an email cute and clever
Saying needed my poems more than ever
Have new state governor who seems kind
Me as county poet laureate he assigned.
Poet laureate is in each county in state
Incredible idea that to us sounds great
Around libraries Governor likes to hover
We heard he has become a poetry lover.
What he does want for a grand finale'
Is for each county to have a poetry rally
At senior centers and desperately needed
There to hear poems supporters stampeded.
We will read poems at centers each week
Even if weather may be cold or bleak
And what we are leading up to know
You should listen to our poems somehow.
Me and my beautiful wife are well agreed
Job reading poems is exactly what I need
Something else that to me sounds great
Could be an advisor or maybe administrate.
Merton's self-fulfilling prophecy states that:
"If you define a situation as real, it is real
in it's consequences." I want this suggestion
to become real and am planting the idea
into your mind hoping it will sprout up in
the proper place. Now that it has become
your idea, your help and assistance would
be greatly appreciated.
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Profound Poet and Retired Veteran
RiverSea Plantation
Bolivia, NC 28422