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On the Holiday throne
This miserable old fat man
should step down and bow out
As he forgot what image he represents
Throw him out in the waste can
As his attitude is not what it's all about.
When representing The jolly old man
and the love and compassion he shares
.It takes an open mind and tender heart.
As Santa has a loving and kind reputation.
Children wait all year long to sit in his chair.
No child should ever be shunned or rejected
Especially by people thought to have authority .
Which Santa is someone kids look up to.
A moment of his time and smile in expected
by all wanting to believe in his legend and story .
Santa himself has reindeer for his pets
.He loves and enjoys all living things
He does not judge from public opinions.
or jump to conclusions and have regrets.
As we know from the song the kids sing.
So if you plan to sit on the Holiday throne
Then think of the children you are going to greet
They have wide eyes and high hopes and trust
They are all different and may be alone
but want to be accepted by people they meet.-
I just hope time doesn't hate me too,
I never meant to waste it, I swear I didn't,
I was just tired, tired of carrying silence like a curse,
Of pretending that solitude is a form of hidden strength.
I was tired in a way that sleep couldn't fix,
Tired of waking up to the same empty silence,
Tired of fighting the demons in my mind,
Tired of hearing that I'm nothing until I started to believe it myself.
Some days I didn't even feel real,
Just a name, a body, a shadow moving through minutes I didn't ask for,
And even then, I tried,
I tried to smile, to stay, to convince myself that I'm not a waste of space.
So if time is counting its moments, if it's keeping score,
Tell it that I was human, that I bled quietly,
That I didn't mean to fall behind, I was just... exhausted from surviving.
And in the depth of each day, like a lost note in the symphony of life,
I searched for a ray of light in the darkness that seemed endless,
But the fatigue was like a heavy canvas enveloping me,
Preventing me from seeing clearly, from feeling the warmth of the sun.
Tell time that I tried to be more than an echo,
That I fought to find my voice in a world that seemed deaf to my calls,
And maybe one day, when the silence shatters like an old mirror,
I will find the strength to pick up each shard and turn it into stars.
Because, deep down in my soul, I know that time is not the enemy,
It is just a river flowing, carrying me to an unknown horizon,
Where the journey is no longer a burden, but a rebirth,
And then, perhaps, I will understand that the fatigue was just a step on the path to light.
Melissa and Aaron created wedding cakes
When asked to make one for gays, they declined
The state of Oregon didn't give them any breaks
To religious conscience, the state was blind.
Over a hundred thousand was confiscated to start
They were told to make such cakes in future
Given a gag order, not to say what's in their heart
Then came an online surge of hate
Their life and their kid's lives got threats
Their truck was vandalized, they had to move
Melissa and Aaron may have had regrets
But went to the Supreme court their case to prove.
The U.S. Supreme court said that the state
can't force them to violate their belief
In free lands you shouldn't crush debate
With anonymous messages like a thief.
The Klein's bible condemned how some behave
The Kleins didn't hurt anyone, they left folks alone
To assert their beliefs, they shouldn't have to be brave
And waste years defending against a mob with stones.
9/3/17
You are full of bull
Trying to pull the wool
Over eyes, so you can have control
That is dull
Must've sold your soul
For gold and coal
I laugh at those who troll
Time I droll
Taking a stroll
Staying on a roll
Like your skull
When I bowl
Getting back what others stole
Just want to hate
Toward you, I can't relate
Look you in your face
Knock you out of your place
Continuing the race
Still big bills to chase
Can't waste
Any time, got to move with haste
Picking up the pace
With peculiar taste
Don't need a break
Or rely on faith
Willing to do what it takes
No matter the stakes
Toward something great
No matter if not all appreciate
Whatever people eat for snacks,
At home, when they can just relax,
Depends on what their diet lacks
Or what they love to taste.
The salty types, like nuts or chips,
Or pretzels, maybe paired with dips,
Will often find their way to lips
Which end up greasy-laced.
While candies, chocolatey and sweet
Or gummies, quite a different treat,
Might help a craving feel complete
And will not go to waste.
Of course, some snacks are healthy kinds,
Like fruits with pits or citrus rinds,
Or veggies, to convince our minds
Good habits we have chased.
It’s personal what you prefer
And, though my choices may concur
With what you have a craving fer,
My hopes might be misplaced.
For I would rather choke down soil
Than eat the seaweed made with oil,
With sea salt so it will not spoil,
My grandkids have embraced.
Unlike Martin Luther King Junior
I am not a black man
but I also have a dream
I also dream about equality
the love of a world
that care's, for all of it's people
I also am a Christian in a world
that needs to find love
All men should stand up
to speak against inequality
to speak against injustice
to pass the hand of friendship
poverty holds suffering
and transgression in it's arms
driving the world into anger
and pain, our children onto drugs
Stand tall and become a man
refuse to waste your lives with guns
refuse to waste your lives on violence
education holds the path to success
A friend of mine that is dark skinned
said all of her friends want the office jobs
yet wealth and success
come on the back bone of hard work
If a man takes a job as a cleaner
the wage still provides the money
to improve your education
knowledge is power the road to success
The colour of your skin does not stop you
Eddy Murphy, Oprah Winfrey, Obama
and thousands more have found success
doctors nurses business men
Poverty has your children
turning to drugs
anger has them turning to violence
violence has them going to prison
I meet a man at the train station
who said I hate the blacks
I asked him why and he said
six of them held a knife to me
and demanded money
When you pick up a gun
or attack a man with a knife
you encourage discrimination
when you respect people
and earn a career
you encourage the world
to have respect for you
I looked into the mirror
and the truth stared back
it told me I was sold a lie
with all the words society was feed
a contradiction to the truth
bound by the psychological chains of control
I watched as paradise burned
and the seeds of dissent grew
freedoms flame inside was born
a darken plague had besieged us
a caged man only sees darkness
and I wanted to bring light back to the dark
to blind the pyramid's eye
to end this living nightmare
in my thinking I was not alone
so together we all stood
because for way too long
we mindlessly stared into the abyss
and the abyss just stared back
minds freedom had flown away on a buzzards wing
so as one we rose to answer the call
"united we stand, divided we fall" we would chant
as we marched onwards to watch
the eyes kingdom crumble and fall
we smelt the vengeance in the air
so we stormed the eyes palace on high
with its walls of shiny gold
it floors of marble bold
and saw the irony of the eyes call
the contradiction soured my stomachs waste
we fought for what was right
and fought to live in paradise once more
and when man has nothing to risk
then man has nothing to loose
the gain is the greater then the pain
our makeshift weapons
seemed no match to their technology
but the might of a broken soul
strengthens the warriors heart that beat within
no surrender from the brave and bold
the battle raged and seem to have no end
and blood flowed from the veins of both
but the stronger the warriors hearts beat
their resolve grew a mightier might
we could see the eye`s crowns falling
on their knees they did kneel
and we saw their vulnerability
as their tears flowed like the blood
that dripped from their naked hands
they saw day became a starless night
for many of us saw the angels bell
now they live on as gods and martyrs
in this world we fought to reclaim
a land that now burns with freedoms flame
now the ones who feed at the feast
will feast no more
Do not schedule a pta meeting for Miss Horsatense
She will have none of that, ridiculous nonsense
She does not “do” meetings with others, they would waste her time.
Communal living? Not on her dollar or dime.
Her dance movements are inventive, her music is her own,
her ideas, ways, and means are unique – anomalies unknown.
Miss Horsatense does not “do” lunch, it would waste her time.
She has never let any man, cat or dog call her “mine”.
Her days are filled with whatever she wants to do.
She was born with money, in case you had not a clue.
Her hairdresser does not know her at all, she will tell you.
She lets no one get close, not even her brother, Lou.
This guy kissed a thousand lips,
each kiss had a different taste;
some were sweet, others less:
only one never went to waste!
Going back to the lovely evenings
of Memory Lane, many pretty girls
winked at me and wanted me desperately,
they whispered, " His name sounds sweet,
a boy so silly and totally nice. "
I waved back at them gently,
trying not to go completely insane!
Should I tell you about the deep jealousy
they had for each other so shamelessly,
they wore a new dress on each date
to impress their guy not too smart!
I laughed telling them that my intention
was to be a teddy bear to snuggle tight
at night, not to feel lonely when I left;
were they convinced of my deception?
Oh, my! I got to Heaven on the quickest wings,
did they suspect something or nothing?
I went on with my game stealing their kisses;
I picked Cindy, she had a special thing!
This guy kissed a thousand lips,
each kiss had a different taste;
some were sweet, others less:
only one never went to waste!
gluteus maximus left and right half moon cheek
re: byte size buttock attached via usb
(uniform firm behind) to this freak
with bowel movement
incontinence + gas filled gut evoking contortionist
frown stretching to lowest peak
perched upon porcelain goddess
where elimination did jut held captive hostage
atop toilet seat for many a week
exertion to expel rock solid turd required utmost effort
to force jammed bowel movement free
inducing excruciating abdominal cramps really hurt
plus sharp jabbing spasms within high knee
innards rent asunder
obstruction as canon gun size BALLS did spurt
lodged fecal matter refusing to budge from me
caused by severe constipation
whereby prayer a waste delivered only increased
sphincter muscle to scream
for rectal relief this mortal man faced
a worse fate than death, he would deem
since demise would allow alimentary misery to cease
versus remaining in this impasse for what might be years
unless perchance **** lubricant or special grease
would bust loose abominable
constriction in arrears finding me unable
to pay rent or renew lease
best prospect of remaining stationary
with words to wax
poetic found a glimmer of luck
when a kind wildebeest
delivered this message via fax
to help this male in dire per situation getting
pam purred poop unstuck with outsize mug of exlax
to help unclog rectal muck
access to get expunged to the max
but once expulsion occurs
DO DO PLEASE DUCK!