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My Sin City seems to be lustful and so darn pretty
Made me feel pity and I’m shameful honestly
You’re so witty in your confidence genuinely
It makes me feel ty that you’re gone entirely
Stars appear
Without a fear
Without a tear
Exhausted as hell
In this lonesome cell
Inside my lonely shell
Going pell-mell —
Does it ring a bell?
Exhausted as hell
Can’t you tell?
I’m under a dirty, little spell
While I’m listening to Adele
Does it ring a bell? Ring a bell?
Paranoia got the best of me
I’m showing you how to save me please
Insomnia got to be a test to beat
I’m showing you on my knees, on my knees
I’ve been incomplete upon my feet
Can’t you tell
That I’m exhausted as hell?
Pennies for your thoughts, my thoughts
What about dollar bills for your thoughts?
What about quarters of shamelessness?
What about you get rid of my loneliness?
Stars appear
Without a fear
Without a tear
Exhausted as hell
In this lonesome cell
Inside my lonely shell
Going pell-mell —
Does it ring a bell?
Exhausted as hell
Can’t you tell?
I’m under a dirty, little spell
While I’m listening to Adele
Does it ring a bell? Ring a bell?
Paranoia got the best of me
I’m showing you how to save me please
Insomnia got to be a test to beat
I’m showing you on my knees, on my knees
I’ve been incomplete upon my feet
Can’t you tell
That I’m exhausted as hell?
Exhausted as hell
In this lonesome cell
Inside my lonely shell
Going pell-mell —
Does it ring a bell?
Exhausted as hell
Can’t you tell?
I’m under a dirty, little spell
While I’m listening to Adele
Does it ring a bell? Ring a bell?
Paranoia got the best of me
I’m showing you how to save me please
Insomnia got to be a test to beat
I’m showing you on my knees, on my knees
I’ve been incomplete upon my feet
Can’t you tell
That I’m exhausted as hell?
I’m so driven insane on another rowdy lane
Happiness hit the fan and turned into sadness
Your love is as sweet as precious sugar cane
Madness suddenly tore me apart regardless
I’m exhausted because I’m tired of fighting back these tribulant tears
I’m exhausted because I’m fatigued of building up walls against my fears
I’m exhausted with utmost dread
Let’s fill me up with gladness instead
Thank You, God, for being there
When life can get rather unfair
My name is James, born 1961
In Inverness, a small Scots town
To my father Andrew, and my mother Beryl
And Billy my brother, a pair of devils
In 67, we woke one night
Our house was ablaze, full of orange light
Our neighbour next door, for whatever reason
Started a fire, it must be crazy season
We had too move to a caravan park
By this time it,s three, to make a new start
My mother Beryl decide to leave
But the three of us left, never bothered to grieve
In the next few weeks, we ended in court
Two small children, in a marriage abort
We were asked to choose either Dad or Mum
But we ignored the parent, who went on the run
As we left the court, to start a new life
We felt sorry for Dad, as his illness was rife
He never told us that he was unwell
It would upset one of his boys, as the future will tell
Then came the night all parents dread;
Being told one of his boys is nearly dead
We were going to a boys club, on a Monday night
My brother was running so far out of sight
I turned the corner to see him ahead
No!! he's been hit by a van, Boom's Boom's dead
I ran to my father, sreaming and crying
I'm finding my life,at 7 - far too trying
After the funeral, and with my father unwell
We left Inverness, our eyes a swell
To go as two, and not three as before
It's like Mother Nature closed a door
So we headed west, to a place called Fort William
Was it in the stars, cause Billy " is " William
We moved there, as the air was so pure
Hoping my father will find his cure
For whatever reason, we left the above
We found no Angel or peaceful dove
So we headed back to Inverness
Fathers health decreasing, life still a stress
Over the next few years, i was fostered and loaned
In couples houses and children's homes
It was really strange in all those places
Different people, different faces
Then on the 16th of Feb - 76,
James, i was told, your dads very sick.
The cancer had taken your father away
To be with Billy, where you'll join them one day
In 77, i joined the Navy, as i promised my dad you see.
I did'nt enjoy it, i decided to leave
Back up north, where my futures to be
I wanted to have, what my parents had lost
And that was my aim, no matter the cost
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"recently scenes of early life have stolen into my mind, like breezes blown ..." Quote by _Samuel Taylor Coleridge (from his writings)
There’s a magical cemetery north of here they say,
It’s a pleasant place to visit during the day.
Be sure the gate is unlocked if you plan to stay,
some just go for a thrill!
Visiting the dead is not the only reason to go.
A paranormal natural illusion awaits, a creep show.
A strange, haunting experience is all we know.
We need to listen, be still.
Pitch black at night, a warning if you easily scare.
Running out on a grave gets you points, it’s a dare,
I heard it in school, they do it bare but it’s rare,
and against our will.
On a lonely stretch of road, objects, gravity defies.
When you get to the spot, your vehicle flies.
And all must be quiet to hear the spirits cries,
or see feathers of a quill.
Santeria is noted when feathers have been gifted.
In space, the car, with all of us in it, will be lifted.
This is a story ‘bout the Halloween night we drifted,
through Gravity Hill.
An old Chevy Impala is what we teens packed into.
Fright stories were told along the way, some true!
Hair stood on arms, Bloody Mary, was one of the few.
It gave us such a chill.
One girl shouted; I looked in the rear-view mirror!
I saw her ghost! And so, it couldn’t be any clearer,
We were close, suspenseful of what grew nearer.
Then sounds of a French trille.
Natural illusion’s tricking everyone, in a mystery spot,
With no view of the horizon line, and near a dark lot,
The driver put the gear in neutral like he was taught,
as if by magic, began rolling uphill.
A slight downhill slope appears to be going up slope.
Then somebody asked, did anyone hear that? Nope.
A cayote ran across the road, had hoofs like an antelope,
with a wide grin and grill.
A layout of the land produces an optical illusion,
What you see is what you get, my conclusion,
Let ghosts lie, for it is us who are the intrusion.
Memories non-fiction, no frill!
GRaViTy HiLL
Muse - Unintended - ??????? ?? ???????/Muse Unintended Russian translation
You could be my unintended
Choice to live my life extended
You could be the one I'll always love
You could be the one who listens to my deepest inquisitions
You could be the one I'll always love
I'll be there as soon as I can
But I'm busy mending broken pieces of the life I had before
First there was the one who challenged
All my dreams and all my balance
She could never be as good as you
You could be my unintended
Choice to live my life extended
You should be the one I'll always love
I'll be there as soon as I can
But I'm busy mending broken pieces of the life I had before
I'll be there as soon as I can
But I'm busy mending broken pieces of the life I had before
Before you...
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Ty mogla by byt' moeju
Tak legko i tak sluchajno,
Ja by mog prodolzhit' svoju zhizn',
Ty mogla menja uslyshat'
I stenan'ja, i voprosy,
Ja by mog vsegda tebja ljubit'.
Ja pridu, kogda smogu ja,
No poka chinju pospeshno,
Mir, chto byl razrushen do tebja.
Pervaja vsjo razrushala -
Vse mechty i zvuk garmonij,
Ej ne dotjanut'sja do tebja.
Ty mogla by byt' moeju
Tak legko i tak sluchajno,
Ja by mog prodolzhit' svoju zhizn',
Ty mogla menja uslyshat' -
I stenan'ja, i voprosy,
Ja by mog vsegda tebja ljubit'.
Ja pridu, kogda smogu ja,
No poka chinju pospeshno,
Mir, chto byl razrushen do tebja.
Ja pridu, kogda smogu ja,
No poka chinju pospeshno,
Mir, chto byl razrushen do tebja.
(?) Matthew Bellamy translated by Maryna Tchianova in 2018
Declared plainly by those that know not thee of whom this present world was not worthy Their cries still being heard how long Oh, Lord They were were slain with the sword
of stones of hangings Of Crosses and Stakes Brazen Bulls and Iron Beds they where baked racks and wheels screws and vices iron maidens and all other evil devices
Lit candles lighting the gardens of cruel kings Tortures and Torments but they still sing unto blood shed men of valor showing God's Love consistent of lion's and lamb's eagle's and dove's Courage and strength to put tens of thousands to flight instead suffering servant's showing mercy like Christ Surely they have won the battle not lost for they follow the One counting the cost What manner of death Glorifying God Loving the brethren when they would not as Valiant as they can be the world to come they seek Overcoming this world for another for the Love of God and brother - Based on the Word of God ,Fox's book of martyrs, Tortures and Torments of the Christian Martyrs'', itself a photographic copy of an earlier, rare folio published by William Brendon & Son in 1904. - and HE WHO WOULD VALIANT BE Who Would True Valor See the Words: John Bunyan, Pilgrim’s Progress, 1684; modified by Percy Dearmer in The English Hymnal (London: Oxford University Press, 1906
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A Magic Adventure of Peter The Pan/AKA Peta The Fwying Pan
Peter was a fine young pan with blue eyes
Like all the other pans his age, except,
Peter could not yet pronounce 'R's'--he tried...
And 'L's'...so hard he tried. He even wept.
School had been especially hard today
Peter had been poked, teased, and made fun of
More this day than any other school day...
And the ride home took so long on the bus.
When he came through the door, his mama knew
"Why the long face? Are you hurt? Are you sick?"
"No ma'am," said Peter, "Just tiwad fwom schoow".
"Some cookies and milk may just be the trick!"
Mama said, as Peter sat down to eat.
By now, everyone was gathered around
To hear of his day--and sneak a treat.
So he told them his story...and they frowned.
"How can someone be so cruel! Makes no sense!
You are the smartest and brightest of pans!"
Said Debbie Dishwasher-- then cycle rinsed.
The rest agreed and came up with a plan.
"Okay! It's agreed!" said Bob the blender.
"You need magic!--THAT--we can render!
Charles Chalice and Gail Goblet--my dear
Bring what you have, for this magic milk shake.
Michael Magic Grill...you go get us some beer
And also get Peter a great big steak!"
Then everyone sang together with cheer:
"A parr-ty! A parr-ty! It's a parr-ty!
We are all...having...a magic--parr-ty!"
Everyone was busy, hust'ling around.
Tams the Golden Toaster was making toast.
Tex Texas Tea Pot hummed a whist'ling sound.
David Dish and Sara Spoon danced the most,
Except for Marlon Mop--he could 'get down'!
Carol Crock Pot was fixing up the Soup.
Russell Rolling Pin had rolled out a crust
For a magic pie with love from the coop.
Joann Juicer made fresh smoothies--a must!
Suddenly...a sound was heard on the stoop...
"Who could that be? It's nearly midnight!"
Said Cyndi Chandlier all bright with light.
Christopher Cutting-board called, "I'll go see!"
Vienna Vaccume said, "Not without me!"
"Wait!" Debbie Dishwasher cried from the sink.
"Let's look at more options. We need to think.
It could be someone in need of a meal...
Or, it's a burglar--come here to steal!"
"Everyone else! Quickly! Hide inside me
Until we find out who that sound might be!"
deborah burch©
5/23/2012
*****end part I...conclusion in part II
Blue Light Bulbs and a Bottle of Bleach and The Incandescent Must Win
(part 1)
By: J.R. Wren
A wilting flower and a blade of grass
No presumptions of the way things ought to be
Feeding plenty on light through a tinted glass
Patiently waiting and resting in what it means to be free
“Steal, Steal, Steal. Make it up and patch it.
Feel. Feel Feel. Facts don’t matter and from all myth gleans.
Reel. Reel. Reel. Fish it in and match it.
Lies from the lounge and drunken dither. -- Our ends will justify the means!”
Knowledge of privilege and equity to learn
Servers, red phones, and Benghazi aflame
Crossbones, Chicago, Philly and -- -- Her turn!
“She will win! She will win!” Crumpling papers did proclaim
Deep, deep, deep. In plain sight -- a hidden gate
“He doesn’t win. Right? -- -- Right? ---Isn’t that right?
Steep, steep. Drip from a leaking deep state
What's fusion? It's cash stowed in the store late into the night
A wilting flower and that blade of grass
May not have thoughts of what ought to be
But the Deep aim to crash through lids of glass
The steady, sure swap of twenty-one to rid of sovereign - ty
“Steal. Steal. Steal. Lick it up and stamp it.
Feel. Feel. Feel. Feed the Feds and nothing of the Deep careens
‘Real. Real. It’s real!’" TALL thinks FISA won’t catch it.
“Checked (not checked) but might be confirmed!” And the judges are part of the means
They say “check your privilege” and “equity’s sublime.”
But the phone kept ringing and a message was left
Equality and equity can’t be done at the same time
Not by the color of my skin, but a perfect dream left bereft
A blooming rose and a patch of grass
And a new child doesn’t carry what the elders see
Feeding plenty on light with no prejudice of gold or brass
Seeing no difference between daffodil or lily
Hare over turtle “and beware the snitching fox!"
“Feel, feel,feel for all our shadow’s past."
A broken doll in an empty box.
Lemon spiel and Meadow’s blast
An abrasive sponge and a bottle of bleach
Fluorescent morgue lighting - “ask for their consent!
The clinical culture is calculated for all and for each”
Ballots appear. Nanny will fear. “And soon we’ll get you out of that tent.”
I'm trying to breath but it's hard to, living
in this world like being trapped behind d-
oor corner. Seeking for a light but still it's
like living in a night where a day will never
come, really, yeah, I'm stucked like a car in
need of a rope to be pulled to its owner.
Who is with heart to take me to the hills, ma-
ybe I can see a clear view than this mist I'm
faced with, my tears simply means you are t-
he one I need to get help from,come hold my
hand maybe this journey won't be so hard like
when I was alone.
They said,' two can accomplish twice as much
one can; they get a better return for their labour
.' If two under same blanket can gain warm from
eachother, then how one can; now I need you, for
strange nights and seasons are coming, this is a
task I must work out like ants preparing for winter,
better early than late.
I did try to run but it was like just walking,did try
to see but just before my toes, opened my ears
and heard nothing. I'm living in a cage of pains
so you come take me out, there's no cure without
someone's hand to reach for help, I'm burning like
a siner thrown in hell, oh,God help me.
I'm being insulted like a dog, come this voices are
hurting my ears I can't even focus on what I'm doi-
ng ,give me a drop of water even if it can be with a
tip of a nail I would appreciate that; this place is fire
,I'm lost I can't even tell this is a place I killed a boy
in my within to a man I'm, oh,I'm shouting come and
tow me up; can't face all this ridicules,isolation,enmi-
ty,stupidity,and such death alone, God come save my
soul.
You chose me not only this world,you had a purpose
about me,now let me be fruitful before mankind to fu-
lfill what was said by you when I was still in a womb
of my mother,let me not feel so trapped, take me into
your house like you did to David, let me fight with faith
for things I desire like Jacob/James did, give me power,
Oh,Lord that I may not be towed but to tow myself up,
let me burn like fire where no evil would take chances
about my soul, for my body is your church.Oh,I need you
Lord.
Intro:/prayer:
God
Thank you for everything in my life from those around to those that are not. For what I have and don’t .
May you guide and protect us through thee experiences we live.
I will honour before and after as Now and tomorrow
The light I see I will follow and lead our people with me
To greatness.. and through darkness I will be present
Like you
Give me strength when I’m weak
With the ability to heal damage
Forgive me when I’m wrong
Bring peace to the enemy
Because I will show that life is worth more
Amen
I’ll come as storms knocking down the trapped in walls
Pick them up after Falls don’t want to see them crawl
Now I speak in halls I use to drool
I was told I was ill I didn’t believe them
Though I know I’m not perfect should’ve seen em
I believe that everyone can change
Even the most insane
Gotta have faith and also you got to try
Nothing wrong with pain it’s ok to cry
I was saved at 5 by a team of surgeons
Now I’m here and I get to serve them
I mean us
Outfit shows my ranking I don’t need to say much
In my mind and my heart is Love
God
Believe in yourself your not who were yesterday
Your change look in the mirror
Who do you see
A reflection
Reflections are subjective
States of conscience change
Your true self is more than that
Amen
Don’t ever listen to another when they speak down on you
You know yourself better than they ever could don’t compare shoes
On a ty day when it’s clouds I feel like the skys blue
Smile or frown don’t matter if they cheer or boo
I got scars from events where I lost control
I went within
Changed my tone didn’t repeat the mistake I learn from sin
If I fail again next time I’ll win
It’s not the end that’s a start begin
To live theirs more to give
Ignore unimportant
Focus on what’s important
Inside I’m roaring wake on time in morning
High vibes not snoring
Pick up phone record like I’m Calling
You
To my past life don’t give up
Just because we no longer in touch
Don’t mean you can’t achieve
Believe in yourself and breathe
Live your life your free proceed
God