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Now we have kings of hell
A metaphysical chess of wishes
All revolving around me
Trapped inside this cave
This mountain
It’s still really before Christ
the prophet hasn’t been born
but if we can find the exit
we can change the real world
come back to this cave and rediscover destiny
A dream within a dream
and the dreams of fourty thieves
Three wishes
And a genie passed around
An exit we can’t find
A world inside a mountain cave with a sun and its own stars
What will we do?
What will we say?
When the door opens?
The travelers come in
and the lamp with a will of its own escapes our grasp
and we are stuck here forever
Fighting amongst ourselves with our own selfishness vanity and greed?
When all of your wishes have been granted
Many of your dreams will be destroyed
Just another truthful romance of a famous Satanist
Born into something wished upon mankind
40 thieves created in drunken stupors intellectual combat and jealousy
When will the door open and the exit be shown to us?
Will we take the population of the future world into the past with us?
Or leave them behind in this mountain?
Will you build me the king of the fourty thieves into a god?
and lock me here forever in this mountain forever
With your genie
Have you figured out the perfect wish?
Are we sober yet?
Have we woken to find sobriety?
Take me out of the harpie pool
Lead me to the wishing well
Give me my coins of the days of old
and remind me once again that we are merely traveling forward in time
Can you hear me?
Can you see me?
Do you know what I know?
Can you see what I see?
Will u lead me to the exit?
To change our world
Or are you still wishing for all the glory?
In a dream with in a dream
40 dreamers wishing their dreams into reality stuck inside a mountain
this earth is what we are
A cavern with its own sun and solar system and space ships
and an exit into the past
where we the fourty thieves have just become
prophets and visionaries
Momentary gods of futuristic possibilities
to be creatively shunned and thrown away
Will you lead me to the exit?
Wish me to save you from your vanity denials and greed
Have you forgotten everything?
Do you know what I know?
Do you see what I see?
Am I here alone?
Did you leave already?
Is the door closed?
Is the magic word still
Open sesame?
With full apprecation of all thing concidered.
In respect to all that are involved..
Its defintion becomes it reason to exsist.
To grow from the seeds: which harvested
shall be fruit to nourish, and seed again for
it's future.
We those who see these things done, now
look to create and establish this day,
the means and ways to create.
The creation of this new entity from these
new begannings. This new Entity from this start.
For thoise who wish to chore and labor. In the industry
from the support of this company,
shall do so as employees.
Some with stakes: as stakeholders and visionaries.
Some as emoyees: but all together
as members of an enitity who
wishes to change the world with the influence of creation.
Standing on the surfaced plain, stacking the walls,
and roofing the the show. Doers of works.
Research, development, rehearst,
and displayed.
"Addio Padre, Addio Padre!
Soo right, Soo, Right
ah ooh redition
Publlic presentation
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Collabarations and demostrations.
In the styles of now and future.
To influence the ulture it shall create.
In recreation and creation.
With the emphasis on creation
Showcasing talents, contracting events.
Catering to the many who like what we do
and those who wish to inspire change
by research and development.
Standing topside
looking
to other venues and helping
contract business for the need
of effeincancy.
Methods and strategies:
influencing and making
new fusions in all genres, where
the opendoor
will allow new people
as consumers followers
and business oppurtunites.
Job creations in temoray and perminat positions.
Learning how to teach people to do things our way
mifght we learn to adapt to do things your way.
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Lead singers and Background Vocalist.
all types of musicains welcomed.
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To move, groove,dance,
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Creation of Audiences using Demographic Targeting.
Music, Food, Fashion and Design.
Sports Wrestling.
A world: with A world.
Championed as Best.
Courtesy of I wanna Sing this One Music Company.
I remember my mom having a collection of hats she stored under her bed.
For any occasion that could arise…she had a hat to set atop her head.
Moms of today are different…often they go out with their heads bare
because of this we don’t often realize…all the hats they wear.
If we tried to count all their hats...we can’t…for the list goes on indefinitely
perhaps one way to approach it...would be alphabetically.
Moms are Accountants, Babysitters, Chauffeurs...They do what Doctors, and Electricians do
They are Farmers, Governors, Housekeepers, and Ice cream vendors too.
They are Janitors, Kitchen and Laundry workers, and Maids who clean the floor.
They are Nurses, Optometrists, Painters, Quality control inspectors…there’s more.
They are Receptionists, Seamstresses, Teachers…Umpires…and not always soft spoken…they are Valets, Wardens, X-Ray technicians who can tell if that bone is broken.
They are Youth counselors and every Mom I know is a keeper of the Zoo
If you’re keeping track that’s 26 different hats...26 different jobs that all Moms do.
Moms are the original and still the best multitaskers the world has ever met.
In fact, I didn’t run out of hats for them...I ran out of alphabet.
I guess it’s a good thing each job doesn’t have a hat that sits atop Moms head
for there wouldn’t be enough room to store them in boxes beneath their beds.
They are visionaries, they are cheerleaders, so much of our existence they adorn
yet they had no experience being a mom until their first child was born.
For it was at that miraculous moment in a panic mixed with calm
when the doctor handed them their baby and said, “Congratulations…you’re a Mom!”
And to any Mom who might not have given birth…might not have been there from the start…here’s to all the Mom hats you’ve worn once you opened up your heart.
Do you remember that miraculous feeling…with a mixture of panic and calm…
whether you chose the moment…or the moment chose you…
when you became a Mom?
And therein lies the hat that encompasses all the rest...the hat called motherhood
and to all you Moms out there…I must admit…you make that hat look good.
So to all the Moms everywhere,
here’s wishing you a wonderful Mother’s Day…for all the things you do…
for all the many hats you wear…
our hats are off to you.
When I was young my mom, like most women, donned a hat when she went out.
Dad said it added to her beauty…of this I had no doubt.
My mom had a collection of hats she stored in boxes under her bed.
So many different kinds of bonnets that sat atop her head.
Moms of today are different they go out with their heads bare
but one thing they share with Moms of the past are the many hats they wear.
If we tried to count the hats they don...we couldn’t...they go on indefinitely
Perhaps one way to approach it...is alphabetically.
Moms are:
Accountants
Babysitters
Chauffeurs...they do what
Doctors and
Electricians do…they are
Farmers
Governors
Housekeepers, and
Ice cream makers too…they are
Janitors
Kitchen and
Laundry workers, and
Maids who clean the floor…they are
Nurses
Optometrists,
Painters
Quality control inspectors and furthermore they are
Receptionists
Seamstresses and
Teachers…they can
Upholster that sofa or that chair…they are
Valets
Washroom Attendants and
X-Ray technicians…ready anytime and anywhere…they are
Yard managers and every Mom I know is also a keeper of the
Zoo
That’s 26 different hats they wear…
26 different jobs that all Moms do.
Moms are the original and still the best multi-taskers the world has ever met.
In fact, I didn’t run out of hats for them...I ran out of alphabet!
I guess it’s a good thing each job doesn’t have a hat that sits atop Moms head
for there wouldn’t be enough room to store the boxes under their beds.
They are visionaries, they are cheerleaders, so much of our existence they adorn
yet they had no experience as a mother until the day when we were born.
Because it was at that miraculous moment, despite their fearfulness and qualms
when they smiled as they looked at us and realized……’I’m a Mom.’
For that is the hat that encompasses the rest...the hat we call motherhood
and I must admit, from where I stand
Moms…you make that hat look good.
So Moms, here’s to a wonderful Mother’s Day as this poem bids you all adieu
For all the many hats you wear…
our hats are off to you.
HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY
I too have come to a blank wall to tell
In sorrow's thronging pangs my sad farewell.
I too toll my heart with memory's bell
The mortal flesh is a fake citadel ...
Brim me with tears so colors now supplied
May be the rainbow shuttered when you died
In flesh alone. Heaven's milk is my tears
Honeyed for the sting of mercenary years.
It was not easy for the mud was black
A mother's incessant rain, the dry sun
Of a father - a whip saddling the back
And yet a child with gift lifts any ton
Of dreams. So stellar of Jackson Five
You shot across my teenage sky with Ben
As your feet scurrying like a bright hive
Spun and twist and slide like a magic pen.
It was not hard for me to believe you
That you would be there, for you were so bad
Nothing could turn you back again. I knew
The artist more than I knew the man ... sad
And tormented, with its childhood deferred
In the unending coming of manhood;
The adult world was a bizarre dream, a blurred
Reality that spirit ne'er understood.
Yet I would not envy you mortal pain
Nor bring you back into the fickle lights
To swell your heart with tumults of disdain.
Visionaries here have no rights
And the black sorrow is hardest to bare.
I only know the world of pop have lost
The best, you were the king, a talent rare,
But fame comes to some with a brutal cost.
So let the bells toll as flowers fade
Where we pile them, what is real must past,
For only the artificial stays. Wade
Me through the sad throng, my homage cast
Upon the stage from where vision took flight
Into our hearts, and brimmed us with your gift.
I shall count an extra star up there tonight
For you Michael, for time has spent your thrift.
Joseph the son of Jacob and Rachel by his own brothers he was betrayed
a young man with a gift of dreams whom they threw in a pit and wanted to slay
they were jealous of their father's affection for him and his gift from God
they couldn't understand the nature of his calling nor the compassion he had in his heart
not many people get it when they meet a person who possesses a godly perception
many are somewhat envious while other tend to take an exception
but to be a dreamer to be anointed with that special gift
with the ability to help others spirits to be lift
to dream during the good times as well as the bad
to dream no matter the situation be you happy or sad
to dream as an encouragement to others even when you're down and low
to dream to let that gift from God in you continue to flow
most dreamers are visionaries who have experienced some sadness in life
most dreamers are able to see beyond humanity and into the heart of Christ
and even when they've been cast down they will lift their eyes to the hills
and no matter the circumstances they know to trust in the Lord God's will
a victory for a visionary, a victory from God's righteous plans
the providential mercy and grace which come from His omnipotent hands
from the pit to the palace, from the ravine to righteousness
Joseph sought no revenge nor displayed any bitterness
Joseph had an opportunity to ruin his brothers but he understood his role
he was a gifted dreamer entrusted with a godly perception entrenched in his soul
so no matter what folks put you through God can turn the tide
for vengeance is the Lord's so put your grievances to the side
Joseph forgave his brothers' betrayal and he lived to tell the tale
and despite all the hardships he suffered his life turned out quite well
so if you find yourself in a pit situation or you're feeling pitiful about your life
know there's a victory for a visionary if you follow the teachings of Christ
What an unusual question!
Were we born with it, then, at our birth?
Are you like air, fire, water or earth?
Is it a guide to our vocation?
We do search for success in our days.
To enjoy work that brings us pleasure.
Ah, these are things, we dearly treasure.
And seek them, we do, in many ways!
Knowing your element is the key.
To get along with your fellow man.
Ensuring you, a joyous lifespan.
Compatriots with whom you agree.
Four elements, listed just below.
It’s nothing incensed, nor mystical.
The origins, are most scriptural.
Simple tools for life, on with the show!
Air…mostly leaders and visionaries.
And given to bouts of aggression and arrogance.
Sometimes, bouts of cruelty.
This element, does not set well with me.
Fire…Loads of fun, adventurous, but not given to substance.
They love to poke lots of fun!
And a group this poet shuns!
Sometimes their jokes end up, in broken romance
Water…Warm and placid, does not seem to dominate.
Natural peacemakers who are soothing and comforting.
They go with the flow and will not stand up to the crowd.
Instead, sweetly ruminating!
Eartth-Excels at tasks that do require concentration.
Scholars, bookworms and researchers largely in this group.
Whatever they achieve comes with a painstaking loop.
These are noted writers, thinkers of all nations,
* You will get along best, with those who
share your major element. *
God created superb water, air, fire and earth.
The elements we are grateful for, since birth,
10/21/2022
As writers, are we all but seducers of the minds of others
We silently kiss in friendship
As they read one of our poetic gifts?
(À lone voice whispers)
Do we as writers create emotional bridges
That needs to be crossed
Like visionaries like Robert Frost
For the readers to follow our trail of black fonts into the darkness
We sometimes visit, when developing new projects
About inspirational strengths or themes of spiritual weakness
Some may feel compelled to call us charlatans
New reborn Kings and Queens of somewhere totally cosmopolitan
Seducers of fragile minds
And hold us upright
As just sinners and bringers of emotional tragedies
Using poetry as liquid oxygen
But at the core
Our message can also simply be this
Do more
Live for any form of happiness and find and treasure a loving muse
Paint touching visceral pictures through stories
Using music or poetry as your lyre
And put them to good use
Never lament old age as it tries to freeze your youthful body
Once so beautiful and lithe
So in ending
In long days
When your weary heart seems heavy, and you lose hope and feel all emotions
Linked to love or compassion has suddenly died
Look towards tomorrow's new eyes and be lifted up in Dawn’s rose-flushed arms
And find a way to
Others and yourself to
Forgive
Even if you've cried
Then stand back and look into life’s deep mirrors and always remember
You have so much more
To still give
And embrace this thought denied to so many
Some slowly
Some suddenly
As you read this
You still have one of life's greatest gifts
Be proud
Because so much good can still happen
Because you still live
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
the big chock in life , It is when you meet some successful folks who cry from years and you don't know their hidden problems.
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How many years,
good visionaries don't count years
in their journeys.
when a person understands
His " her" good lines,
it is very difficult he " she" misleads
or being misleading.
How many years,
Years are simple numbers to always
ignore in strong missions.
determination to reach the pic is always
a secret language of a good visionary,
who focus on the good target
which will benefit
millions of folks.
no matter billions of challenges
lights always shine in the long journeys.
How many years,
Some people with happy face , look like smiling from years because of free breaths of living.
Yoh!some billionaires with angry faces ,
look like crying from many years while sleeping on money.
Who can believe this?
Yoh! That phenomena
which can astonish a person in coma.
player victims always
cry to silence the real victims in scenes
Yes, Yes, Yes,
as they got much money to speak dumb language
at some police stations and courts. victim players easily
get different media covers
due more lies.
How many years,
good visionaries don't count years
in their journeys.
failure is not an option to wish in the future
No matter how millions red blocks
were put in the middle of the journey.
All About Robert
Robert was born with a birth defect known as spina bifida. A disability that has
not stopped him from achieving success in his life. Robert serves as an
Advocate for the disabled, an on going effort to to better the rights of all
Americans with disabilities. He is an International poet-writer with well over 900
publications Published worldwide. In 2000, Robert was nominated as one of the
best poets of the 20th Cen. Just most Resently, he was nominated for the
pushcart prize, an award giving to Outstanding Poets & Writers. Robert is also a
Guinness & Ripley's World Record Holder for the longest non stop wheelie in a
wheelchair, covering a total distance of 6.178 miles. The reason for his record,
was to help raise money for wheelchair ramps throughout the community.
"The Poet"
Words flow onto paper like rain , forming giant rivers
of unseen lands.
The very force guides us along a journey
that holds of great adventure.
We are the explorers of the literary world.
We must find the courage to write what
others are unable to, with the greatest
of passion.
A poet dreams. and then must portray his
visions upon the page that lies before him.
It is the beauty of all things that inspires us
to communicate in such a way.
A man does not wake up one day, and
decide to become a poet.
It must live in the very blood that courses
through his veins.
He is the creator of a world, only he has
known.
He is the actor and director, of all that
speaks out through his pen.
He is a man of all men, Visionary of all
visionaries.
What you haven't seen, he has.
What you can't say, he can.
For he is the poet.
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