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I asked Eddy on this and he asked me who told me. I said one of the lads but I don’t want you hurting him. He was fine. I said I knew a bank robber when I was in the south before. They’re what I call alternative businessmen. They rob a bank and don’t have to be wage slaves. They know the risks and the cash is actually insured so is paid back to the bank.
There was in issue with a young Pakistani lad. Words were said as Eddy was close to a very pretty Asian lady who the lad also liked. There was a bit of pushing and shoving in the cake storage area. Later both said sorry and shook on it.
Eddy came back to work as he was fired due to an incident. This led to another display of his temper. He had a pal who had a Queen’s crown neck tattoo. They both had a row. They were ten or twenty yards apart and such was Eddy’s word that his mate took a step back! This was after he argued with the bakery manager, a woman who was like a bloke. She took it and gave it back.
Time moved on and I left the bakery. I worked briefly in Littlewoods in Shaw. And who did I see there? Eddy! My opening words to him were: “Where’s my guinea pig?”
It was cool to see Eddy there. I missed him. We chatted and I told him of the incident I saw with his pal. He said did I see it and I replied I did, all of it. It was funny looking back but Eddy could’ve hurt his pal seriously. I’m glad he didn’t.
We worked in the warehouse picking and packing orders. There was another incident with a young Pakistani guy again. Words were said and Eddy gripped him and let’s say told him off. The Pakistani reported the ex armed robber to the supervisors. The two were separated on different floors. Eddy went to the guy’s work area and ‘told him’ off again! The guy never said a bad word to Eddy ever again.
Eddy told me his dad owned a pub near where I used to live. He dad was a big fan of both Numan and Bowie, the superb 80s singers. His dad liked both the same not one over the other.
I wish I’d have spent more time talking to Eddy as he was the real deal. We civilians don’t get to meet real life gangsters very often, part of the underworld. I’m not talking about stealing cars or shop lifting. Eddy was the real deal. If he robs more banks I want him to remain free. I hope he’s fine and healthy right now. Did you know he also had an A Level in art? He was quite a guy.
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His hand reached out to mine, open,
Holding it, I smiled, our eyes danced with understanding,
Form and blush outlined his expectations,
But I could see that there may be fear inside.
Mary restated their predicament,
That the child was born out with the marriage bond,
And that people were swaying to the opposite side,
And course dialogue, laughter and spitting were norm.
So I asked the two for their thoughts and predictions,
About the child, if he perhaps could be like, special?
And they specified that he would cure, heal and exorcise,
And also promised that they’d talk to him about the poor.
Could this baby be the messiah?
I pondered and hoped in their certainty;
Was this the predicted son of god?
He would be free from aggressive victimisation,
If we could just name him as god's son.
So I suggested to his parents,
That if the wise men came with a quest,
To accept the name Jesus Christ,
And certify the census, no less.
Freedom for some is in lying,
When there’s no possible alternatives,
But I believe Joseph never lied,
In the population census of Bethlehem,
That just so happened to pass by.
The child would have been suppressed by all,
Assumed to be dirty and unclean,
Not for chat or dialogue,
And certainly not for work in a trade of his call,
Or for work in any trade for that matter.
Nothing would ever have been done,
The poor would never have been healed,
Or not so quickly for sure in history;
The government would not have been rifled,
And Christ would not have come.
Treating the poor for health problems,
Would have come through government legislation,
A long time after Christ,
In an austere, aloof manner.
People to people relationships,
Would not have been respected,
If care had been awarded top-down,
By bureaucrats and officials:
As supervisors of the protected.
Society at that time was narrow minded,
Stuck in traditional religion;
There were outcasts, sinners, infectious people,
And assumptions were remedial and red:
There were no special people,
No exceptions to the rule,
Only one place for the messiah confided.
One baby matters to me,
A life should be saved at any cost and risk,
Because the abilities you show when young,
Shouldn’t be muffled or labeled regressive,
But nurtured in acceptance and love.
YOUR DAYCARE TEACHER RETURNING FROM MUNICH LANDING AT GREATLAKES TRAIN STATION FINDING A JOB AS THE QUARTER GIRL WITNESSING THE ULTIMATE WITH MY EYES CLOSED EARS OPEN YES SILENCE SECRECY DEATH OCCURS DEATH PLOTTED DEATH OCCURS WHERE ARE YOU WHO ARE YOU KAY TELL US WHAT YOU SAW TELL US WHAT YOU HEARD HERE WRITE IT HERE KAY YOU ARE SAFE HERE DEAR KAY ARE YOU ALRIGHT HONEY CAN YOU PASS THE KLONOPIN TWO BARS OF BUSPRIONE A LEXAPRO WITH A LAMOTRIGINE ON TOP OH A FEW OLANZIPRINE DIM THE LIGHTS A BIT QUIET LOWER YOUR BITTERNESS IT'S A DRAFT IN HERE A WARM WRAP COMFY YOU ASK ME OF ARSON MURDERS A TAILOR SHOP A CAB STAND FBI WIRE TAPS INSTALLED ON MY UNBORN CHILD IS THE BABY BREATHING CAN YOU HEAR THE HEART BEAT CAN YOU TELL THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN MY HEART BEAT AND MY FETUS TOO LATE NOW HER BRAIN AND SPINE IS DAMAGED AND ME WELL I'M SHATTERED BUT DON'T YOU DARE SAY A WORD HIDING THIS BRUTAL ILLNESS KEEPS ME AMONG THE LIVING I AM ONE HEART BEAT FROM NON EXISTENCE SO YOU ASK ME WHY I AM SILENT I HEAR LOUD HEART BEATS CAN YOU HEAR THEM CYPROHEPTADINE HELPS WITH THE NIGHTMARES DO YOU HAVE NIGHTMARES THEY ARE OKAY I MEAN YOU GET USE TO THEM IT'S THE ONLY WAY TO TELL IF YOU'RE STILL ALIVE OR NOT BECAUSE YOU CAN'T SMELL OR TASTE A NIGHTMARE SHATTERS MY SOUL TO OPEN MY EYES DREAMING WHILE AWAKE NARCOLEPSY SINKS IN THE DREAM BECOMES SO VIVID YOU CAN TOUCH THE STARS THAT FELL ONTO YOU BED SPREAD TRY AND PICK THEM UP YOU JUST CAN'T BELIEVE YOU AS ACTUALLY ASLEEP WITH YOUR EYES WIDE OPEN NUVIGIL ARMODAFINIL KEEPS ME AWAKE ALL DAY JUST SO I COULD SLEEP AND NOT DREAM REM SLEEP GRAVELY INTERRUPTED YOU ARE A SPECIAL AGENT OR A SPECIAL NEEDS AGENT HOW DO YOU COPE WITH PTSD ANXIETY DISORDER PANIC DISORDER DEPRESSIVE DISORDER HAVE YOU EVER WENT TO WORK AND CRIED ALL DAY IN FRONT OF SUPERVISORS CO WORKERS ITS AWFUL I NEVER FELT SO USELESS YOU HOPE PEOPLE IGNORE YOU JUST LOOK AWAY TEARS BUCKLE YOU OVER YOU CAN'T GO BACK TOMORROW YOU'RE JUDGED FOR BEING BROKEN YOU COULD GO TO TALK THERAPY STAND UP AND SHARE HI I AM BROKEN I WORE WIRES PREGNANT FOR THE FBI BUYING WEAPONS AND DRUGS FROM CORRUPT COPS SELLING DRUGS FOR GANGS KAY YOU ARE SAFE NOW
Why was my whole special school life,
An interpretation of nature and school?
A philosophical contemplation and analysis,
A freeway inquiry into the education tool.
Because the god concept was lain out,
On the household table, delicately spread,
I was sharp at social phenomenon,
Even as a primary child was not off my head.
When I journeyed down the corridors,
Slowly, because of my disability,
I was more often than not on my own,
‘Cos the others would show off their mobility.
So I thought about the politics,
Of the special school and our integration right,
Our need of ramps and disabled toilets,
The importance of everybody’s mindset height.
I classed the whole organisational structure as wrong,
For using the carers as playtime supervisors,
‘Cos in my old nursery school the teachers contravened,
In any tit-for-tat playground misdemeanours.
The teachers knew us in the classroom,
So adjudicated fairly and with respect,
Were able to administer justice,
Wherever there was a point of regret.
The carers were just not on my level,
And you had to do what they said,
Which overshadowed my whole experience,
Which made me much see red.
It was believed that the carers had a light on,
Because they scribed for us in maths,
But your profession level sets your reception,
Of high-flyers’ stares and laughs.
I mean, I didn’t ever laugh at them,
For their low rank and position,
But that just meant they never put me with,
My parents speech and religion.
But I considered myself determined philosophically,
Not in the free-will line of thought camp,
And just needed a man, board or committee,
To rejuvenate myself and amp.
So I often spoke with the school doctor,
The boss of the cliques and staff,
But the other pupils resented it,
Laughing at my physical prospects, chaff.
When your life does not go right,
Insist, if you can, on calling the shots,
Make appointments with the gods,
And beam with importance watts.
Downhill I came, hungry, and yet not starved.
Great lines, something to think about (Edward Thomas)
Woke up to the rain and the wind beating on my windowpane,
Yet I thought of getting dressed and going there.
A subway system, so far not yet up to standards,
A job like mine, no one need to rush too
A mindset like mine, meant for me to lay low
during the northeaster...rain and wind
Poor yet full of pride, I am the servant Queen,
Yesterday, I struggled to maintain my sanity
Due to working conditions: at the workplace
I have been feuding for years. Nothing changes
not even an added penny, before its death,
More work, more stress, no respect
Night supervisors, penciling
or rather maneuvering into the darkness
at six am. A street crowded with overturn bins,
Flooded streets, with mudded running water
Mother of Nature, another dangerous disaster?
You are meaner than corvid and Alaska,
I am the servant Queen, poor, yet full of pride:
I am fed up with others trying to take me for a ride
Sometimes, you just need a break from a bad situation
Never, berate yourself for giving expression to your emotions.
Downhill I came, hungry, and yet not starved;(Edward Thomas) line
I planned to stick to my believes, nothing will change,
I will always be the servant Queen, as long as them reign:
Lions in Sheep skins
Is all that is left in the World
No more brotherhood and kins
The world before only need to be told.
From family members to friends,
Supervisors to managers,
Officials to Religious leaders,
Neighbourhood and abroad,
The pure heart is still below the ladders.
Lions in a sheep skin,
They come like sheeps,
Covered in the light of goodness and hope,
As white as snow, as gentle as a dove,
With promises of wonders of Gold.
Their surroundings amongst us are powerful,
We need them now and then,
They know us better, so do they retaliate,
Until we realise we have different interests,
Life is full of amusements, and entertainment.
We like toy soldiers in some cases,
Where ever we go,
in most situations we find ourselves,
From relationship to marriages,
Most of them we find recently......
Are Lions in sheep skins.
Everyone of us is born with a different perception,
One man alone cannot stand,
Yet we need to figure out and investigate,
In order to strike with the right people,
In the right moment of our lives.... Watch out!
Kandjimi Nelson H
in elementary school
they used to give scratch n’ sniff stickers
they used to give not only gold stars,
but all the stars of the
kid-done-a-good-job
rainbow (my favorite was the
purple)---
and back then, this was beautiful,
much like all the myths, legends &
downright lies
that are fed to us when we are children,
these little stamps of approval
made the time go by in a
positive fashion---
but outside the elementary school
where the wolves run rampant,
there are no rewards for being
“good’---
there are no stars for helping others
there are no scratch n’ sniff stickers of any kind
for “following the law”---
the best you can hope for is to go one more day
without being harassed by the police,
without being harassed by the feds or the military,
without being lied to by politicians or raped financially by
bankers & other snakes who crawl amongst us in the deep
grass---
bosses & supervisors swarm like locusts &
illness rears its face quicker than you might of thought it
would---
it’s only one path
it’s only one way to go
it’s only a means to an end.
Cave men were brilliant once upon a time
Women not so much as history tells us
Not good for hunting in the past
Here's why
The hunting of berries is a specialized science
Not just a simple sport
Females are too gentle to the touch
They use an index finger and thumb together
Pluck one berry at a time while at their task
With a measure of indifference
They refuse to use an ax
Cave men hunt the berries down in packs
Follow every leaf and vein they find
Are serious about the bush attacks
Masculine members of the tribe and supervisors
Make sure the fruit stays in their place
Don't lose their flavor
Or escape into the night before the catch
Men use large rocks and clubs behind their backs
Make the berries scream for mercy
Sneak up slowly to squish them dead
Spear them when they least expect it
Before they bring them back
Men and women were hunters gatherers way back when
Fruits and berries ruled the world
Umm Gawa! Berries very good
Poisoned ones
Not very friendly
Maybe cave men and women misunderstood
Amazingly, Alice assaulted an antelope
Because Bobby’s beavers became bold,
Considering cantilevered canines
Deliberately devastating donor’s doled.
Evelyn entirely excited electric eels
Failing forlornly from forward fencing,
Gaining ground gathering genuine gold
Her happiness heralded high financing.
I indicated initially incapable innocents
Justifying joyous juxtaposition jousting
Keeping kind Kenneth’s kindreds knit
Losing language like legally lost lusting.
Maybe minding manners means more
Neither newness nor novel necessary,
Occasionally opening old occlusions
Promises perfectly positioned pituitary.
Quite questionable quicky quirks
Rage rampantly removing regulations,
Summarily startling some supervisors
Touching their tempermental trepidations.
Until unusual undertakings understood
Veritable vigilantes visited volunteers,
Wildly waiting where we wandered
X-citedly X-iting X-istential X-ospheres
Yonder youthful yaks yielded...yikes!
Zebras zigzagged zestfully ziggurat-likes.
She supervisors the Salon with aplomb
Looking after her own clients with skill
Yet keeping a watchful eye on all
Trainees are dispatched to various duties
Computers crash but she handles all
Her skills as a hairdresser are renown
Yet her greatest skill is in managing her staff
With authority and yet with a lot of heart
Yes TV Guru Tabatha she would be so very proud
This lady does not need hauling over the coals
Eager to teach, to discipline, even command
Yet able to gain respect with any request
Hair swiftly swept off floor, clients seated
Clients constantly buzzing in and out as the day passes
Always a quick chat, and praising word to staff
Hiding her hidden frustration as much as she can
This is a skill she learnt through time and necessity
Coffee quickly dispatched, staff rushing back and forth
Without her enthusiasm no Awards would be ever won
This is her empire to the highest bidder she will not be sold
Yes, she is a Manager simply worth her weight in gold