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You captured my heart a world apart
I must say with every new passing day
My thoughts in dismay
I want you here with me
That sets our spirits free
Why can't all those men just let you be
Dear our time is very near
I want to make all of this clear
My promise to you is sincere
In no way should you ever fear
If I'm being honest with you
Or if I will treat you right
I got your back and I don't like to fight
I worry about your day and night
That my love is too far out of sight
My mind always off in some distant place
Your such a beautiful girl
A minority among your race
I know this is hard for you to shake
I can only imagine the look on your face
How you have always wanted to disappear without a trace
Out in public always having to hide your face
Never making eye contact
In fear they might give chase
They never understand you wanted nothing
To do with that place
Our love is so strong
It seems like this whole thing is taking too long
I would never let you down or steer you wrong
Hope you know I think about you
All the times I hear a love song
We must prepare not live in dispare
Must not waste any more time
Because having to wait is so unfair
We need to play this smart
Trusting in God who played such a big part
All of this time has an effect on our hearts
I don't want any of this to go bad
It's easy to be sad because we are so far away
I have to say I can't do this blind
You have to know it all messes with my mind
You must find a way to except I would never betray
Your love in any way
Our bond will last forever
If we work together
Our love will grow
Big enough to fill up a room
Trust me and together we will agree
There is never going to be
A love like ours for us to see
You mean so much with that special touch
You're my queen for I have never seen
Anyone that has been so truthful and honest in every way
I love you more with every passing day
Soon you will be my wife
Nothing can come between us or tear our love apart
Baby this is for real and how we will spend the rest of our life
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I.
You see them on the media,
internet and TV,
people who say,”Take that man’s cash
and give all of it to me!”
Not caring that the rich fellow
has committed no crime,
that the cash the state steals from him
is a sacrifice of time.
Not caring that wealth is not a thing
that can be distributed,
that the productive must make it,
that it’s a thing created.
There is no ‘pie’ that we cup up,
but a force that grows and shrinks,
and when we take from those who earn
we undermine the whole thing.
The productive just shrug and leave
then the collapse begins,
don’t believe me? Well why don’t you
go ask a Venezuelan?
Jealousy is no excuse for
a confiscation sick,
you’ve no right to a thing they’ve earned,
you’re not poor because they’re rich.
II.
In the first place you have to see
businessmen for what they are,
they’re not monsters out to get you
or they wouldn’t get that far.
We all chose how to make money,
they go it on their own,
taking high risk for high reward,
often risking their homes.
Others choose to work for others,
and that too is okay,
differing methods, but the same goal:
To head back home with our pay.
Should we demonize a person
for the method that they choose?
Or do many of us simply fear
it’s not something we could do?
We don’t have the skills to run the show,
their talents we have not learned,
and rather then learn them for ourselves
we find it easier to burn.
Maybe we’re just too risk averse
to try surviving like that,
can’t stand people built differently,
so we hate them and give flak.
Maybe we just dehumanize to
make it easier to .
But if they play clean then we mus face:
We’re not poor because they’re rich.
I walked outside in the scorching heat moving papers and turning over pages just looking for that one line that goes back to the middle ages. The search was long, the documents were strong and the paragraph sits at the bottom with the exact words about the controversial land. Moses was deceased, Joshua was bequeathed and mimiram joined the crew when her leprosy
came through.
I traveled to Vatican City to view the writing form the thirteenth century there were piles and piles of them standing in a row but I had nowhere to go and I could not move any of them.
I had to view them with a magnifying glass or the whole thing would have fallen apart .I walked along the Vatican city underground and there were museums all around with documents that goes back to the creation of the earth but they were all sealed up in dirt.
Something caught my eyes from the back and I continue to move my eyeball over the lines to see what historical data I could find. I just wanted to fit the pieces together until I could uncover the secrecy, and just when I thought my long search was done a cockroach crawl up from the corner and there it was staring at me, the very line that illustrate my dignity. A thousand cameras pointed at me from every angle, I could not touch or move a thing until the vessel I had memorized the plaintiff hymn.
The Priest kept juggling on the floor and the Roman soldiers keep asking for more, the theater was where it all began with a harp a violin and a harmonica riding on the gondola and singing a song. They were all playing for me as the discovery breaks the bonds of history to uncover an age-old mystery, the authentic crowd docked on the other side while I continue to hold up my pride and the gondola drift.
I try to fit the piece together so I went on a hurricane ride and landed in Peru and made my way to the city of Cuzco to connect the dots and explore the salt mine of maras and when I got what I wanted I made my way to France and visit the Mount Blanc and made a bond with Eifel tower. When the research was over, I clocked in nine hundred million dollars for a Zig Zag line and a marking on a cave that was divine.
And so the evidence was right in front of me to prove the murder in the first degree and a global fraud in the second degree. You must make haste and come and see me.
I've had this spool of wire for nearly 20 years.
And I’m almost out of it.
Sure, people may look at it and be confused at my sadness.
They’ll ask why I’m so fixated on this spool of wire.
But, inside my head I just keep thinking to myself.
I’ve had this spool of wire for nearly 20 years, and now?
I’m almost out of it.
Sure its tightly wound, held together tightly by the forces that be,
The whole thing under tension unless I’m near people I trust to unravel it.
But I’ve- I’ve had it for almost 20 years.
Now I’m almost out of it.
And- I’m looking down at it, the same way I did 20 years ago and just-
It’s almost gone.
This wire,
This steel straight I’ve had for 20 years,
This.
Lifeline.
It’s almost gone.
Sure theres some rust on the underside,
Sure there’s cuts in places from when I got mad or upset-
But
It's almost gone.
And it’s stupid, I know it is,
But- I looked up to this spool,
This thing I always had.
I realized I had it in my mind that it would always be here.
Now its clear it won’t be one day.
And- I’ll need to get a new one,
With the knowledge it’ll also run out, 20 years from now.
Yo,
I was in an empire, part of the rebellion,
I was luke and han solo,
Takin' photos, of a world in love with chedda'
Prayin' all day for things to get betta'
Askin' Yoda in the sky for some wisdom,
Sherley Chism, and Rosa Parks were my idols,
Strong, black, beautiful, brazen, blazen, amazen, silos,
Of a song my momma taught me,
Lift every voice, express my choice, and drop bombs of knowledge,
I went to college, battlin' brains insane with myopic fits of schizophrenia,
With my pen, rebukin' sins of the fathers,
Puttin grandma's in chains, and straight killen my father's manhood,
Knowin, we could, we should, we would strive higha,
Christ's fire ignites me,
I gave my life to the almighty,
Cause in my sight he, fought for the downtrodden,
Rotten souls oppressin' billions,
Takin' pills and smoken' pipes for just a moment,
Of escape from rapin' carpet baggas hatin' saggas,
But just 5 years prior,
I heard a man with mad desire, for a chryos explosion,
Straight fusion, taken hatred and morphin satan into fury,
Hope was his cure he, took his orders from the savior,
And he made a, believer out of me and my whole country,
All at once he, took the reigns of insane branes and made us lighter,
Like brighter, with a burnin' burden like phroto bagins in the shire,
I walk this ring, of light and dark within my conscience,
But after months this, whole thing is startin to make me higher function,
I got this unction, to tell you about a pending celebration,
Elation has caught hold and now a nation,
Is about to be free of race and miscegenation,
Straight up star wars in this joint,
Because the deathstar is destroyed,
I trust the force, and soon my boy,
Will have his moment,
On mountain's top and God straight smilin'
Stylin' profilin' cause yo, a change is comin'
Start Stumin' new songs, of like redemption,
Cause we makin' marley proud and I got shrouds of evidence,
This fence is fallin' like back in europe,
Like the moons becomin' suns we makin runs to polls and soon guns suns they will be smokin'
Mad open, people get ready,
Straight steady, kill Freddy, cause this nightmare on wall street is ova,
Move ova George W, and sing a new song,
Straight Star Wars!
Just before the couple’s wedding day
a young man told me about his plan
How he and his wife would be equal
no difference between the woman or the man
All the chores like cooking and the cleaning
would be shared equally by each one
That way neither would have the burden
and working side by side would be fun
But after that first meal together
she told him perhaps it would be best
If he left the cooking up to her
maybe he could help with all the rest
So then he tried to do the laundry
but somehow the whites all came out red
She said perhaps honey the next time
maybe you could wash dishes instead
So he loaded up the dishwasher
she stopped him before he could hit start
She had to rearrange the whole thing
Said, why don’t you make the bed sweet heart
But he left the bottom sheet wrinkled
the pillows unfluffed and strewn about
She said why don’t you wash the car dear
right after you take the garbage out
He contemplated the lesson learned
as he stood in the garage that day
In order for him to be her equal
he would have to stay out of her way
CHERRY PIE
I’m sitting here in my cool room
On a quiet rainy day
Spending my time reading
Thinking about Cherry pie
I’m feeling sleepy
Haven’t had much to eat
Cat is fast asleep in my recliner
I’m walking in my neighborhood
I’m letting my thoughts drift
I’m walking too far
I want to go back
I’m feeling lonely
Yesterday the sky was pale and grey
All I can see is a red cherry tree
I’m thinking about warm pie
Pie in the morning evening and night
But all I see a lonely pie tree
Cherry Pie so pretty the filling so hot and delicious
The fruit right off a tree
Cherry Pie fly here to me
And land in my kitchen
Be golden brown and hot
I could eat the whole thing
But the fruit of the filing
Is just so hard to find-I love Cherry Pie!
??I watched TV from 8:35,
Until I saw Stargazing Live,
Which told me about the dive.
It got cold and dark,
It was the movement’s mark;
It was phenomenal, worth a remark.
I saw the whole thing,
Until the birds did again sing,
I felt like I was on an eagle’s wing.
You had to keep deciding, goon,
Which was the sun, and which the moon,
So that you didn’t get a wooden spoon.
It was a beauteous sight,
Of natural selection’s light,
Which also claims freedom’s might.
It was indeed magesti??c,
So I will not test it,
‘Cos that would be pathetic.
Life is not cryptic,
So just accept things, bury the hatchet,
And don't create for yourself another wicket.
I saw the small explosion, but felt safe,
Because I was at a distance, like a waif;
I didn't need to have a faith!
Evolution makes me feel included,
In that transitional static, so fluid;
That monumental fusion, not stupid.
The next eclipse is in 2026,
So please don't get into a fix:
You’ve got time to lick your lips.
There was an eclipse of the sun by the moon in the UK on Friday the 20th of March at about 8:35am until about 9:45am.
I keep picking up the phone to call my mother
To hear her voice and her laugh, which was terrific.
I know she would be chuckling at the latest tweets.
Laughing her head off at the ridiculousness of them.
And she would be incensed by the murder of an innocent
In a street where other police officers stood by doing nothing
We would discuss how soon we flipped that off
Not wanting to witness a killing on national TV
We would discuss the fact that my sister could watch the whole thing
Stating how awful it was, and we would ponder how she could do it.
We would discuss the weirdness of online school
And how ineffective it is, pondering how long to wear our masks.
We would discuss and laugh and joke and have fun
I would stay on longer than usual, realizing life is shorter than I thought
But she traveled home to Heaven in January,
Which I do not remember until I pick up the phone.
I love and would choose to die in a micro second for my country,
but never ever in a war for which I just can't come to believe.
The whole thing would feel so capital punishment sinful to me.
Never my soul would I ever sell. I'd settle into my federal prison jail cell
and serve my time, until once again in America I'd be free.
Even if it meant being someone's girlfriend and getting tormented frequently.
I know very well that a life in prison is not one of luxury
and neither is fighting in a war whether you do or don't believe.
The after effects of either choice, will have their toll of terminal/mental casualties.
I begrudge no one who leaves my country to avoid a war they don't believe,
but I Love My Country So Much I could never bring myself to leave
and that's what separates them from me.
They who believe in their heart that My Country Needs Me
and then desert, be it on the battlefield or into some other country,
I neither begrudge them as well, because you see,
They Are The True Cowards and I don't need them in My Country.