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The
other eighteenth
centurion was rewired to beat whip-
ping cream by trans-
ferring it to one of free flood plain car-
rier amigo acid barriers and then em-
BARK-
ing on his var-
ied
own
creep dis-
cussing raw plans in a goop text where he adds
a spam
and melon
ball twist to a clutch-
ing figurine piece depicting
an angle between those sidewind-
ers required for
hooking spouts
with ambiguous traces of lawful fake
muse bots
spread-
ing
gas unrest using automated pest practices
that
put real intel-
ligence to sleep behind the Wheel of Miss
Fortune's even
grey-
er and darker than usual
Legion of Heavy Petting Metal Maniacs.
A confined territory with created identity from a spanish monarch
since established, its badge with monkey eating eagles, large shopping malls;
tropical fruits and coconut, dense population;
Conus glorianus and the python Reticulatus gets heavier.
Most defined Christian territory in its region
and a global production hub for nursing care and services.
This locality nurtures and perfects the services of text messaging
writing on the wall of global discoveries through the mouse deer
and other animal species most particular in the giant clams.
It suffers from the blunt blade of human trafficking
but this hasn’t stopped the continuous glow of its pride.
Ranging from the biggest pair of shows ever, to the manila event of 2006;
the discovery of an important antibiotic, or its global archipelago pride.
Its power presence shown in Jelly fish lake
or the Noche Buena, celebrated as the longest Christmas season.
All these green lights visible to the planet
never let its flag turn upside down again.
See that shiny package, on the upper row
Its base cardboard shelf mate, is not the way to go
There must be embossed letters, of metallic sheen
And it must be shrink wrapped, so it's always clean
Add a few more staples, and a cute twist tie
You know it should be fancy, if I'm going to buy
Prominent the brand name, in colors no less than eight
The text it must be fancy, never print it straight
Don't forget the bar code, or the warranty card
Packed in lots of peanuts, in case if it gets jarred
To deter the wayward, affix a radio tag
Then place your corporate logo, on the check out bag
Beware the competition, don't be such a slouch
For reuse they have added, a see through zipper pouch
Please sprinkle on some glitter, for a final touch
And get a catchy jingle, to make me pay that much
It's a pre-priced package, and we'll buy it in a snap
It's a pre-priced package, and we'll keep coming back
It's a pre-priced package, and we'll buy it in a snap
It's a pre-priced package, and we'll keep coming back
I'll keep it with the hi and bye
and silly little text message memes
the things you think are cute
but have no value to me
since substance ain't your thing
then I'll continue on my way
wouldn't want to interrupt your petty little day
oh I forgot to say good night
with a little cartoon cat meowing
after drinking some milk
as if you would like that
or like a dog dragging his tail
matter of fact chasing his behind
thinking that is worth the effort
but instead just wasting time
or maybe like the squirrel
That dashes in front of the car
startles everyone but doesn't get hit
I don't know whatever floats your boat
as long as you get it
And in case I didn't make myself clear
I am no longer interested
So meme on bro
Hi and bye is where we're at
so I'll just let this one rest
inland waterway
I joined the rowing boat in the middle of the dry lake
when a dust storm came whirling around screaming nasty words
and the shoreline disappeared.
The captain came down from the bridge wan ted his lunch
but he had to wait till the wind stopped which it did
in the afternoon.
I walked ashore, at the cafe the knew about the order
the captain had sent a text message.
I eat the food here,I said no point wrapping it up-
Driving home helicopters were using my lake as a training ground
no, there would not be an inland waterway here
no matter how much it rains the lake will only be a soggy hole
but how to explain this to the captain.
10:20 in the evening when I nudged you,
You talked differently and I was not used to.
You want to see the whole of me in a one cold night,
I was stuck with works and trying to finish it till twilight.
You started to let me feel that you’re already cold,
The feeling of numbness was getting and turning you into bold.
Changes on so what you called love is what you are looking,
You are attracted with someone who is bit much and good looking.
Disgracefully feeling sorry for what I’ve done.
I’m a real busy tot who is just rather choosing to be Don.
10 minutes of exchanging each other’s text messages,
Awkwardly saying thank you was incredibly odd and sieges.
You always feel inadequate when I’m not around,
You’re trying to find yourself in one magical ground.
I think everything that we had was so much but wasted,
Love never worked out and was totally busted.
You fell out of love and jokingly said that you have someone,
I was lying on my bed and was a hopelessly no one.
Shame on me when I gave everything to you,
Wasted love shouldn’t be seriously given to you.
If I only had the time and courage to show our love to the world,
Love would be eternal and endless like those million words.
Love is sweet, playful, cruel and unexploited,
Our love was immaturely childish and so much but wasted.
I’m waiting at the bus stop.
It’s beautiful for some reason.
I’m embarrassed to think that it’s beautiful because it’s mundane.
It’s called a bus “stop.”
But there is movement everywhere.
Fingers moving from text to text.
I erase that in my mind because it’s corny.
I don’t have a pen, just my phone.
I can type on my phone, but that would make me weird.
Writing about a bus stop feels silly.
So I just stand there, tapping my feet.
I put in headphones.
And listen.
My surroundings sparkle even more.
Musical reflection connecting to a bus stop…
I wish I could come up with something better to write about.
The bus arrives.
The bus stops.
I give up my seat, and stand where everyone can see me.
I listen to a pop song about love and other things.
I had given up my seat to a man with a cane.
I wonder what his story is.
He’s just an ordinary person.
In an ordinary seat.
But I can’t help but smile.
Where the temple of books stood still,
Library of Jaffna kept ancient history in Tamil.
1933, is where it was all built by cement and wood.
The pure, white colour of the library was seen beyond good.
Ancient texts, ancient books, were read,
Books of ancient history would rarely been unread.
The library was like a sacred temple of books.
Archaeologists would admire its heavenly and sacred looks.
1981, where chaos was going to start,
Where flames consumed the library's heart.
Mobs of the Sinhalese burnt down Tamil's memories of history,
Whether the ancient books or texts are going to survive, is a mystery?
97,000 books burnt in one single night,
The structure had been ripped off from its tall height.
The pain of losing our history in writing is great loss,
Not a single book or an ancient text or single word couldn't be recovered from this burning loss.
The plane landed; the text message arrived;
Everything was right on time.
Bob and Sallee had special permission
To get through the security line.
They could hardly wait, standing at the gate;
It felt like destiny; it felt like fate.
They watched lots of strangers with shuffling feet,
Searching for the person they were supposed to meet.
Finally, the last one through the jetway
With the package wrapped in her arms;
The lady from the adoption agency
Smiled a smile full of charm.
Bob and Sallee met their new child
And instantly fell in love;
Delivered from many miles away;
Prayers answered from above.
The older I get,
The more more I realize how meaningless to people
In their mind, do I sit
You can send them text after text
Be it friends or family,
It only burdens the one reaching out
It makes my intentions feel like a wreck
I know I may not be the smartest or most successful
But I feel like my value should not be weighed with that in set
But I guess people are mostly vain
Even if they say they believe in God, go to church, make amends
Most of its just for show to hide the rain
Either for themselves or others that they are in debt
I know my poems these days are depressing chunks of sorrow that the world reflects
As the world burns in the cold, their hearts frozen like stone
As the empire of the world tightens It's grip
Choking and attacking the light that we still kept
Smoking out the childlike feelings that most of us now neglect
I just wish to find peace in my life as time begins to stretch
While the days shorten and nights grow longer...
It falls slower in the distance but speeds up like a baseball catch
Maybe one day the Ice around everyones heart will be thawed out and brought rest
After the tribulation that everyone will endure during the this end time tsunami seashore/fetch
Maybe it will wash up on longing and peaceful mountains of joyous lore
As I search within myself until then, digging up gold that I didn't know I bore.