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Come, my ***** brethren, come.
Come my children, and let me take you away,
Away from that sad, sad struggle in the South
To your human rights of freedom in the North.
Come, my ***** brethren, come.
Slavery is a sin that will not go unpunished,
And like Moses I will guide you safely from your
Phony Pharaohs to a prosperous promised land.
Come, my ***** brethren, come.
We are not beasts of their burdens! But, a
Proud people who will not be whisked
And walloped anymore by their wild whips.
Come, my ***** brethren, come.
There is one of two glorious gifts you have the
Inherent right to: liberty or death, if you could
Not have one you can certainly have the other.
Come, my ***** brethren, come.
The ride is long, cold and exhausting. We travel
Under the blanket of night guided by a heavenly
Star sitting quietly in the silent Northern sky.
Come, my ***** brethren, come.
You will find rest and hide during the day.
I have carried many others this way
Not a one lost, not a one led astray.
Come, my ***** brethren, come.
Saturday is upon us and it is time to catch
Your train. For today is the day the Lord hath
Made. Freedom is upon us—first, let us pray.
Come my ***** brethren, come.
Deep and Shallow he speaks of Wrestling with his own interest in mind he said of his the coompanies champion. Far from the ways of Competitive Sports Wrestling. Thats the staement that got managemnt wanting this guy far removed from the real spot light. A freckle on history's ass: spoke the Company champion who had refused to recognize the challenge. He couldn't only the company could sanction the bout since the title belonged to the company. Big Dripp chants weren't good. The promotion saw that if the challenge was meet maybe the worst part would be over.They acceptedlenge. On live tv the big Drip would sign the contract in a room electroniclly and the champion would sign in the ring, not giving the external company air time buy allowing them to pre record there challenge and awnsers until the actual day of the event. A two month promotion saw record pay per view sales.
The night of the event The Big Drip was found in the locker room beaten up. When the match was anouced he stood in the ring bruised. His challenger came to the ring and stood to a round of cheers, here the Big Drip was seen as the bad guyAfter the annoucments the promoter came to ringside with the belt in hand. and sat at the annouce tabke. The match at 25;52 had the Big Drip with a "Mussa Sirubb bodyvise" around the champions abdominon. He fell and attemped a pin. At 39:01 the Big Drip whipped the Champion into the ropes and a hand seemed to trip the champion he fell. The Big Drip droped a kneedrop he waited for the champ to rise and then while going to the ropes to try to get to the floor the promoter used the belt and walloped the champion. He fell backwards and was pinned by the Big Drip who took the belt and left the building. He did his interview in the back of a semi trailer which he used as his limo.
From that day on the Big Drip was the only recognized Champion!
A morning splash of after shave
cigarette burnt fingers
that told me what to do
Life was walloped in our kitchen
by mother dusted hands
He grabs my hand and asks me
in a quiet whisper I could hear,
"Where is your mom ?"
"She's in the attic painting, Dad "
I remember the pointed finger
and the scruffy voice that said,
"Mark my words son,
one day you'll be all grown up
and you may not remember me ?"
His bushy brows and sardonic smile
the way he loved too much to rile,
"Do you know who I am, dad ? "
silence....
A morning splash of light on vacant eyes
so much like mine and then,
he sighs....
Mystic Rose
5/2/2019
Ever since I experienced being significantly monetarily sidelined...
(how about that topic for a change of pace?)
Yes back to getting walloped, decked
and clubbed courtesy cold hearted brute,
who casually, glad handedly, and royally
flushed out mine tailored pricey suit
wherein every pocket
once stashed, and lined with loot.
Ever since scamming imbroglio
(three weeks ago today -
July eleventh two thousand twenty three)
yours truly, a formerly
happy go lucky wordsmith
immune to the plethora
of devious shenanigans
courtesy predacious traitors
to the bywords of honesty and integrity
scamper away with laundered money.
Mine fantasy modus operandi to cope
regarding falling prey
to hoax gullible guy
to surrender crisp greenbacks
entrapment like a dope
no matter poet of Penn Valley
at the end of his figurative rope,
when fraudsters shill and scope
out crosshairs stunning
persons exhibiting naïveté
the following escapist ploy adopted.
E'er since I (a reincarnated cavalier
or gentleman snubbed
by sought after Southern Belle)
at night suicidal ideations
visit psyche as haunting spectre
sublimated death wish
permeates thru mine every cell
courting the grim reaper
to carry me back to carry
me back to Old Virginny,
where lovely bones
of me Confederate ancestors dwell
upon bloody fields farewell
to arms and legs
mounted battlefields when groundswell
of internecine warfare
made life on earth
wind and fire created a living hell
he who fleeced me
vengeance doth impel
to imagine him gunned down
as enemy numero uno.
Moribund courtesy online heist
me entire being feels
chopped, minced, and appallingly diced,
hence no surprise
sheepishly admitting to ewe
how yours truly still feels blue
aghast at passivity prevailed
how grievousness flourishes
checking and savings accounts
frankly zapped analogous
how David regarding Goliath he slew,
yet impossible mission
to know your enemy
with absolute zero details,
cuz the fly by night scamp
flat out sold pack of lies
of course I voluntarily
must admit straightaway and true
mine fingers converted cash
to bitcoin currency
yet entranced, kickstarted, seduced
as Harvey Specter
did courtesy sotto voce woo.
THE DUNMURRY INCIDENT
There’s a big row going on in Dunmurry
And the whole place has come to a stop
There’s a war going on with the girl who makes cakes
And the bird in the newspaper shop
They both fancy Taxi man Terry
Though Newspaper Nell saw him first
Yet it seems he’s enticed, by Puff pastry Pat
Now poor Nell is fearing the worst
Pat has been seen tempting Terry
With her big baps, and choice of cream cakes
Poor Nell can’t offer those fanciful things
But she’s willing to do what it takes
Then Pat hit Nell with a doughnut
So Nell thought she’d better give chase
She walloped poor Pat, with an old Sunday Life
Then rubbed newsprint all over her face
Pat staggered back to the bakery
And she brought out a large lemon pie
It went over Nell’s head, and into her ears
Some even went into her eye
Nell made a soft muted whimper
From the sting in her eye I suppose
She reached in her pocket, and that’s when aul Pat
Got a triple A, stuck up her nose
Well the cops, they arrived in a hurry
And they pulled the two ladies apart
So peace was restored to the village
And poor Terry, he had to depart
Where there is no Light, there is no Hope, so Burn Bright
when the Spirit is withered, the Spirit is defiled
where the worn-out paths weary out the Soul
seek solace Inwards, there where the Sacred Flame glows
where Preeminent Fires burn, there One Must Go
away from the Crowds, and Herds, and Roads
when the ties of conformity go Unfettered
the Wells of Life Spring Forth, Seek High for those Hidden Treasures
The Way is Fulfilling; no words need spoke
just as the river knows how "The Way" it flows
and Strength is attained beyond the Upheavals of the Soul
and the Fire erupts and all that is touched transforms to Gold,
and there the essence of life shows No Remorse
that it has Conquered, Vanquished, and Walloped the Dross
and there the Quintessence comes forth and Unveils the Source
that All Is Eternal, In This Take Note
Written; September 29, 2023
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This
morning
bursts by dawn
sunshine fingers
Crouch to clasp the clay
the whole verve wakes afresh
the dawn billow swells and bakes
It was parched in the sun and stream
soaked from the storm that walloped at night
branches belt sunbeams bring bleak buds and blooms
Wake wonderment whirled awkwardly wasteful
Let the autumn swarm scheme to this trance
swap me when the sun steals the dawn
fungible fate frost snowfall
splash ebony twilight
rosy, scarlet, green
with cosmic fire
sullen night
aloft
trill
They called her triple scoop at school cuz she was kind of plump
she was made of ice cream, so all day long she ran and ran and ran
Sliding in and out of freezers just to gather herself up in a clump
They called her "Dairy Queen Of Junior High" she never got a tan
Flavored in three Neapolitan colors she came, now that is insane !
She dolloped to walloped turning away from the sun, run Queenie run
Oh how sweet but how melty she dripped each time it began to rain
The only thought through her head was, " I might as well be a nun !"
Then one day she met Mr. Freezer, who lived in an Igloo by the Artic
come live with me & we will make snowballs all day and play ...
It was best to live in the cold, for that was her honest prognostic !
together they thrived and felt good in that place called, " Snowsway"