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She debated what she wanted to say against what she needed to say.
Knowing what she would say would be outta nowhere and could appear to be drama-queenish.
While talking to her some noticed a distance created ,she allowed herself to be disturbed for the appearance of being noticed. Then suddenly it came,"Look, I am stressed out,when I was talking to Frasseul of Agrigento, I realized I was in love with him!" We looked off to clear our thoughts to try to find intrest in what she was saying." He called me Honey and I suddenly didn't know who, I was talking too: I anwsered yes darling" "Okay" said the elder gentlemen "so whats the problem?" Is he Faince or just Male Freind: I don't know!" The gentlemen all said things accoated with understanding like, well did he pay your bills, or fix your car or something, what were you wearing was it that: or were you to tango wango?" Yes she said all of those things!" Now we have to get this right so that things go your way, she interuped saying"I have been more evasive since then, we have only sacktalk and romance. Am I in love? One guy then said Now I wish what best for you, but if you need someone to that Tango Wango with I am more then willing to satisfy you! She smiled and said I think I am in love with him, months ago you and would have been off to the empty room by now".I ewill began the Urge him to marry sequence!" Temporalism: Someone who believes in the philosophical doctrine that time and temporal things are fundamentally real, rather than just manifestations of the eternal. And so they began the sequences of Causing!
Daisy Daisy give me your answer do, said he
"I can't cuz I got de flu" she sniffled then blew
Daisy Daisy you know I love you
she plucked at the petals, then counted, recounted with rue
Daisy daisy won't you finally, say I do ?
" I'd like to, I want to but, Achew!
Daisy Daisy whats up with you ?
I got a cold and I don't know what to do !
Hot Toddy Hot lovin'.... he gave her, that night
then he loved her and kissed her, with all of his might !
The next day she knelt on one knee and did ask,
"oh Pippin oh Pippin won't you marry me"
I can't love I'm sickie, not now love, Tee Hee.
In the meantime, the ring was attached to a daisy,
of course he'd marry her, she drove him half crazy !!!
*Things I Miss*
I miss the soft touch of a woman's hands on my back
while we lay in bed just to relax.
The warmth of her body as we entwine
and the softness of her lips on mine.
The hand in hand walks
and heart to heart talks
that I see myself leaving behind.
The playful fighting,
and gentle biting,
these things are always on my mind.
A person there at night to hold
on nights like this that are so cold.
I miss these things so often overlooked
as if I'm trying to live some story in a book.
I'll hold onto these thoughts & feelings though,
until I find them or its my time to go...
"Sometimes its hard to see whats right in front of us, so I'll keep my eyes wide open & in
my heart I'll trust."
Dino Bravo
1/20/2010
Sojourners in a land not our own
seek we the place we will call our home
archetype of the promise you gave to Abraham
the future children they shall possess the land
Servants of the Truth dwellers of the tent
traveled upon your path wherever you them sent
faithful to your laws the life you for them choose
vast are your promises nothing here to lose
Happy is the one who listens to your voice
blessings you have offered who could refuse the choice
like Jesus laid down that life for Love that is True
the heavenly nature he hoped to give to you
And so in past are hidden all of our sorrows
but haunt they do the ghosts of our tomorrows
though dead and gone the memories of our past
their essences remain with us until the last
Like all those born we have fallen down
but you oh God have promised us a crown
hand picked you have only hearts of those be true
willing in Loves service your requests they do
Adoration for your wisdom clarity and light
hearts teaming with affection every day and night
a language the land of time forgot
touched by tragedy in the kingdom of the caught
Crushed and lost in the roads we have wandered
loyalty love and truth our characters been squandered
slaves to a system full of harmful thought
lack of loving kindnesses what the adversary brought
A dearth of justice , afflictions are the cost
removed from the garden all there we have lost
you have promised a return to the land of song
a paradise where all mankind will belong
We watch the events that have marked our time
your plan for the next age to bring all things in line
with urgency to keep the laws of Love in sight
for descending to earth is cast the Lord of night
Rejoice oh lovers the accuser from heaven banished
woe oh earth he comes a ravaging and famished
six millennia the blood of the prophets spilled
seeks now he does all of mankind killed
The only thing now holding back the winds
the sealing of the holy ones closing to its ends
our Son be hidden the rise of the false dawn
a century of warning has sounded the alarm
No more excuses lesson from our history clear
man has thrown away whats precious
and placed what is harmful dear
Politics and religions has laid the deadly snare
strangled and destroyed our ability to care
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Green eyes and golden hair,
My Mother's pride and joy.
She already had a boy
But she longed for a daughter fair.
Francis was the family name
For Father, Grandfather and brother
But Mother said "No, not another".
My name would not be the same.
Francine was the name she chose.
It was similar but not the same,
So she gave me my unique name.
Not a Frances, but still close.
Francis, the name, means free.
A name to be proud of
And mine was picked with love,
It has the same meaning you see.
So though my name is my own
I really was named for my dad
But I have always been glad
That I wasn't a Francis clone.
for Linda Marie's "Whats In a Name Contest"
*Francis is the male spelling , Frances is the female spelling
Humankind iLL-Humane--
Left on a chain in the rain and in summer’s heat;
Continued barking
Ill humane treatment
Carcass
Remains left on chains--caged up dogs
Maggot distorted flesh rotted muscle and fat
My passion is the humane humankind
I felt compelled to sniff the people--caged up dogs
only this and benevolence
I crave the caring, charitable cosmos
Lassie
My passion is the humane humankind
I felt compelled to sniff the people--caged up dogs
Only this and a benevolence
I crave the caring, charitable cosmos
Continued barking
Ill humane treatment
Carcass--caged up dogs
Remains left on chains
Maggot distorted flesh rotted muscle and fat
Shed whats left of their fur make it a hat
How morbid…--caged up dogs
My passion is the humane humankind
I felt compelled to sniff the people
only this and benevolence
I crave the caring, charitable cosmos--caged up dogs
Rin Tin Tin
Benji
Much I marveled this humane temporarily
I felt compelled to sniff the occupants
Remembering many protohuman, caring residents
Only this and a humaneness
To warn me about the ungodliness--caged up dogs
That moment my soul grew evil
It was shrivels, primeval, medieval!
Upheaval, upheaval!
Beethoven
I heard a monstrous, hermetic inconveniencing
My passion is the humane humankind
I felt compelled to sniff the people
only this and benevolence--caged up dogs
Bruiser
Buddy
Chopper
Cujo
Daisy
Chance and Shadow
I crave the caring, charitable cosmos
Bark bark-bow wow, what’s the use-wow, primeval, medieval!
Marley, Hosehead Hooch
Upheaval, upheaval!
Stop mistreating canine animals
You subhuman protohuman?--caged up dogs
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2019
7/5/19
#Sacrifice_puked_upon
There's a voice, so loud in my neighbors house, I peep to see whats happening, a lad is the source of it, projected at parents. Wish to shut my ears and close my eyes, so not to hear and listen but my inner being abducts me into it.
Broken, mothers special mug, I see the broken pieces scattering also in her eyes, her body taking badly the shot of the sound the mug makes when hitting the floor. I realize indeed, such was a special mug, her womb fruit. A child mushrooming amorphously, out and wild of her mothers hands and side.
There she remain numb and demented, only tears speaking on her behalf, through falling, on the very floor the mug has fallen. In those tears, its not only pain coated but hope and her only wishes to this world and life.
This is a taking moment, the least and last of what was left of this mother. If life is not choked out of her body, this moment, Heaven clock must had not clocked upon her soul.
I see her reconnecting back with her strength, trying to sit herself down, with her hand on her mouth, words not audible breathed out from the uncovered part of her mouth.
Like any parent, she never imagined that one day her womb fruit, would too grow thorns and start preakling her. Her mistake was saying "not my child" forgetting that on this temporary world, no one live without discovering for themelves the true meaning of "never say never" proverb.
In her mind, all her starving days, her efforts, sacrifices and investment in this lad, pilling into stacks of pain, she wanna shout and burst her pain out but her voice dries out, for the pain having spread like venom upon her body, all she can and left with, are tears that run so trespassing upon her every pore of her eyes,
she realize to herself that these are her sacrifices puked upon, I pray this to be not the last she could realize and take as her last discovery to her creator. Parenting gone south, like a lab experiment unconvincing its scientists, while children turning opposite to what every parent wishes, parents sacrifice puked upon
#Poetic_Ink
It was a hot summers day
Along the beach I walked
I came upon a strange bottle
And it entered my thoughts
Hearing stories so young
About genies and lamps
Cowboys and Indians
Gypsies and tramps
I sit on the sands
Holding this bottle of old
If this was my genie
What am I about to be told
On the bend of its neck
Theres a golden rim
I give it a rub
As I get a feeling from within
I have been granted three wishes
But there are rules to be adhered
No resurrection or money
No more wishes will be spared
My very first wish
Is to go way back in time
To watch York Minster being built
A grand cathedral so fine
The second of my wishes
Is also to the past
To the times of the Dinosaurs
Earths giants that did not last
The third and last of my three wishes
American lands first white man
To protect whats rightfully theirs
And leave their destiny, in their hands
When in my heart I feel a shade
And I see that darkness blend into a grey.
When a soul corrupts from spite and hate
When all they are is led astray, one kind act.
May be our tomorrow's sorrows saved.
As our innocent suffer,
and our privileged feel blessed.
Whats there to show
For every breath we invest?
In the clothes and the cars,
and the goods that we make.
We watch rich men laugh
As they skip to the bank.
For what evil lives in this cruel world
Does so in the grey.
It lies not in the poor families shambled house,
or the homeless man sleeping in the cold night.
Not even the criminal who repented for his mistakes.
If what is good and true is what they embrace.
Where wealthy men sit and lament in fine clothing
But to the poor? He says "No sir not one cent more!"
"To hell with the jesus crap, I paid for these church walls!"
"I made my own fortune, poor people should too"
"Everything I did is what you could do too!"
Then he walks right through the house of god's doors.
He smiles and shakes hands with our daughters and sons
Where if you looked deep in his heart
You would tell them to run.
What lies in his soul is what tears us apart
There is such where all demons hide,
Where daylight flees a pale winter sun,
And the blood moon rises
Above a withered sacred oak,
Where legions march
The rivers run with blood
The houses empty
No fires in those hearths
and all the wealthy man's souls,
sit beside him on the throne.
Form:
"LET ME TELL YOU SOMETHING
mR. MICROPHONE MAN!
I'M THE BEST THING TO COME ALONG
SINCE THE FULL NELSON
I AM THE BEST THING
TO COME ALONG SINCE
WRESTLING BOOTS
YOU PEOPLE NEED TO RECOGNIZE
CHAMPIONSHIP MATERIAL WHEN YOU SE IT.
THE CHAMPIONSHIP COMMITY WHATS TO FILL SEATS
I FILL SEATS SOMETIME
THAT IDOITS IN THE CHEAPSEATS
GET'S THE CHEERS STARTED
AND THE BUMPLING FOOLS IN THE FRONT ROW
STAND IN AWE OF ME
THEY KNOW I'M THE BEST
THEY BOO AND CHEER ME
BECAUSE I AM THE BEST
THE JERK'S ON THE COMMITY NEED TO RECOGNIZE
WHAT'S RIGHTS FOR ME IS RIGHT
FOR WRESTLING
AND THATS AINT FOOLS GOLD
THA'S THE REAL THING MR. MICROPHONE STAND
(PAUSING)
WHAAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT?
SEE SOMETHING YOU LIKE?
TELL YOU WHAT IT IS... I OOZE GREATNESS
IT BECOMES ME
THAT TINGLE YOUR HAVING IS CAUSE YOU'RE
FACE TO FACE WITH
SOMETHING SPECAIL.
THAT KETTLER IS GONNA REALIZE WHY THEY PAY ME THE BIG BUCKS,
AND THE CHAMPIONSHIP COMMITY
WILL COME KNOCKING ON MY DOOR
I'M GONNA ANWSER
AND WHEN I DO:
I'M GONNA TELL EM.
THE FIRST ONE IN GET'S OFF HIS KNEES LAST
AND THAT YOU CAN TELL YOUR MOMA!"