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Negotiation

Negotiation is a tool and those who reject it is a fool, you must go back to the negotiation table to find out if the proposal is able. You must read every detail of it and be careful not to toss it in ditch. This will be your last chance to get it right before nature starts rolling the dice. 

You have walked away from it several times but nature is keeping you alive; you have not read it so how can you understand it? Your IQ is so low but mercy is keeping you on the show. How could you refuse to meet when the people have been keeping you on your feet; I have survived a thousand deaths but destiny is not ready for me yet. 

You have got to go to the Negotiation table to get some critical things done; this race is not for you and the angels will not look after you. You have a lot of bills to pay and compensation to give away the destruction of the property is your personal responsibility.

 How much time I must tell you that I am not a politician, how many times I must tell you that religiosity and business cannot work? you have swallowed the bitter gall and got mixed up into a brawl. 

The table has turned and there is no way you will were wear the crown, you will not return to the stage until you compensate the family for all the misgivings and deception that you have brought. 

And when that is done you will suffer the biggest defeat under the blistering sun and all your nuclear weapons will explode in the heavens, they will have no effect on the human brain. 

You are stubborn, hard headed and careless, you are not the king, the King’s man or the door man you are just occupying space but nature will get you out of the race, you have angered everybody and no one wants to tarry, you have jailed several journalist and they have branded you as the biggest hypocrite. 

 I saw it on the evening news how you have handled the accused, I am not a politician and I am not going to sing your political song, release the people from form your jail before the mercenaries  come your way, this time  nature will respond with full force and water will rise up on every roof .. 

You will go to the negotiation room and hear what your negotiators have to say, you will participate in the discussion and show some respect before the dam breaks, I hope that you will understand that you must pay your debt before I go away.
Form: Narrative


I Am Your Ghostly Lover (Possess Your Friends)

Ever sense I killed myself on that horrid day....

You mourn my death from afar
You Speak of me to your friend at school, whats his name again, Jfar?
Up in heaven, I ask god to let me speak to you one last time -
- To tell you sorry for my wrongful crimes

God see's this as an opportunity for me to learn (A lesson)
He says, "I'll grant your wish buy you must give me something in return,
once you go back to Earth you can possess any one soul,
for a short hour, and no longer, and only one person may hear your cries."

I say, "That's fine" but then remember the catch,
I ask god, "And what do you want in return?"
He says, "You must remain on Earth,
to mourn yourself, banished to the shadows, as eternal damnation."

Without hesitation, I tell God, "An hour of Godliness is worth an eternity of Damnation."
And with a snap of His fingers, I desend gently into Earth.
I see your still talking to Jfar, I match my body's position, size, and figure.
And as soon as I take control, His body, me, falls to the ground

You ask me, "Whats wrong?" I open my eyes,
I look up at her and begin to get up starting with one knee
I grab her hand as I rise and say her name in a way only she could recognize me as
"Macy..., Your cheeks are turning red."

Your eyes generate a single tear and falls down your face
You say, "Jake? Is that really you, please don't tease me."
I say, "yes my love it's me, I have returned, choosing damnation to speak to you one last 
time."
"I'm sorry to leave love, for the lies, the heartache, and the long days I was away."

She says, "That never mattered..."
"Your actions wern't entirely my fault."
"Our families anger kept us apart."
The pressure of the few minuets had suduced me.. ->

-> I run towards her with full force with arms open
almost knocking you down, and while she still in shock,
I lock my stare into hers and thank her,
I say, "take care of yourself, my time here is up, remember that my heart is always yours."

She cries and pleads me to stay, not to leave her again.
I brush her tears off her face, and kiss her in a way I only could
Then seconds later, I'm thrown out and the guy falls unconcious on the ground
© Jake Brown  Create an image from this poem.
Form:

The Writer's Inspiration

The glossy lamp-posts,
like the tremulous stars and awakening stars,
light up one by one with a click;
and with incredible manifestation
they announce a spectacular sunset
to impatient and eager lovers...
lost in profound contemplation,
feeling the urge of improvisation!
Serenity descends on the white crushing waves...
to conceal the ablaze horizon with indignation;
will this splendor incite the writer's inspiration,
whose simple words, with elaborate insight,
can console the painters' hearts
when they lack inner inspiration?
Already the conspiring fire-flies seem frantic,
they cautiously search the grass by the tall pine-tree:
to plan a night of mystery,
and to adorn the fragrant air with magic!
There are no lush hills or
snow-capped mountains
to ward off the unpredictable ocean,
or the unguarded sky so prone to invasion;
a sky that harbored the cowards' madness!
They came forward, with full force,
to bring down the impressive Twin Towers;
symble of wealth, of power...
of brother-hood and unity!
They came to kill with hideous minds...
to destroy thousands of innocent lives:
but our selfless,fallen heroes
have made us stronger,
and we are still free!
Even when the weather is unkind
and helpless flowers are swept away by a gelid wind,
snow and rain still embellish, with fine decor,
Manhattan's magnificent sky-line;
and Lady Liberty,weeping,
still welcomes to her thriving shore:
the freedom-seeker and the dream-maker...
so immensely grateful and widly smiling!
The spectacular sky-crapers
can hardly breathe
among those limited spaces;
ask the laborious builders
with sun-tanned faces!
They were the ones fighting off sweat and heat'
waiting to behold,with pride
and rewarding hard-ship,
their ingenious work before the applauding
and cheerful elite!
With beauty and gloominess around,
to spark the writer's inspiration,
this unsteady hand jots down
vague words swerving on the straight lines,
to conceive his defination,
which one day will be repudiated with disguise
by literati's own interpretation!
Form: Ballad

Sleep Inducing Powers

Of My (Lenovo External) Computer Screen

Within mere nanoseconds,
     (or less than an instagram ming
     kickstarter reddit snap,
     chat ting shutter
     fly), this bopeep
awakens (i.e. ascends) beep
ping from, a pseudo steep
descent transcendental

     restorative meditation,
     (though there be
     unREM burr hubble
     dream times re:
     viz zit ting me
     "Max C. Mum" security creep
right after headroom gets
     shut-eye as

     requisite upkeep
whereat, I still feel fluky,
     junky, and yucky,
     sans like the Cisco kid)
     ready to be
     tossed on scrapheap,
and wanna get
     right back asleep

this, no matter
e'en if temporarily
     feel rested, and cheap
per after doze'n
     (ala bright tailed, sheep
     push, and bushy eyed),
     primed to leap,
over historically

     fattened dustheap,
nonetheless this ole baby
     boomer purportedly reap
aired awakens from deep
slumber, yet suddenly without
     warning internal forces
     overpowering, qua in
     tense gravitational pull

     immediately pulling slip
     ping vacuuming
     suction yanking me (a dude
dill ling Yankee) helplessly,
     irresistibly back into zzz
     top land of Honah Lee
     courtesy of Sleepy's
     easy chair holy jeep

pers, analogous to Uriah Heap,
when clear out the blue...
(screen of death), what should
     appear without a clue,
but hypersomnia (excessive daytime
     sleepiness) heavy as an Emu
pursuing with full force
     like gang (lion) busters goo

goo wing nsync with
     Doctor Zeus then stopping,
     cuz Horton hears a hoo
cryptic message loo
wuss lee translated
     (by Alaska Natives
     holed up in their igloo)
essentially means view

pixels will unwittingly woo
spell bind and forever bind you
to a flickr ring cursor
and aux com1 (an ex port)
whatsapp pining
to the human zoo.

Anxiety

{"MY dance in the downpour was cut short, though, even for a second I felt my worries glide off from the tips of my fingers as the precipitation stuck against the flesh of my skin. My heart palpitated against my ribs, and the notorious monotone voices apprehending inside of me were meager. 
I lost friction, I was dampened, I was coercive until I wasn’t.
My nucleus stopped ramming against my rib cage, my cranium stopped doing a one-eighty, the goosebumps that would make my hair follicles arouse were notoriously gone. Shrouded with the droplets that camouflaged my tears, the pernicious allegations for once presumably evaporated. 

Solely for a brief second, I felt as if nothing had happened in the first niche; or I conned myself into believing that the trepidation would abnormally make me shiver in my skin, my knees would buckle as they hit the pavement with full force, my hair adhering to my face as a leverage lifted me up from my despair that hung me by a lonely thread like a suicide rope.
the ache in my head resided. 
Just Maybe, this wasn’t the end for me, my death grip on the Xanax bottle was growing more severe. 
I popped the pills in my mouth and let out a sigh of solace, the numbness immediately making a disparity by coursing through my bloodstream, allegedly making their way and ramming against my mind.
I placed myself out of….and I was now rid of that trepidation. I felt like a child again, I was unburdened from myself.  
Solitary confinement, I initially rid myself of. Though the chains weren’t releasing me, 
the memories were still assembled into torturing me,
relentlessly. Voices adjourning, ramming against your skull amusingly, your eyes cloud and the sigh you release is lost into thin air.
What does serenity feel like? You wonder,
And the adjourning silence is enough for you,
to lose it."}


Preciously Handcrafted

"We are moving fast towards an age where people will be lovers of self, lovers of 
money, self-seeking. Self-gratifying, laying aside morality, spirituality, family 
values, and God, for self-preservation, self-gratification, and a cheap thrill.
2 Timothy 3:1-5


Beautiful, Black, Precious, and Complicated
Nothing else like it has ever been fabricated because the recipe stated the 
ingredients are outdated. And the original chef barely got credit when He made it. 
So without sounding antiquated, let me tell you how I'm rated:

My Beauty is my quality that offers pleasure to the mind or senses. It gives me a 
conspicuous essence to remonstrate the world's false pretenses.  My temple 
becomes a domineering visual aspect of grace, radiating a Saint's best quality 
on a child-like face.

I'm Bold, Black, and Original of course. I stand with full force and demonstrate my 
strength with no remorse.  It's a color of authority and power as stylish and 
timeless as an extraordinary and eloquent flower.

I am Precious, Gentle, Sweet, and Simple.  I make all my flaws seem accidental.  
A treasured soul that can't become nothing less than monumental.  It only makes 
sense that my ingredients are kept confidential.

Sophisticated and Complicated I remain, yet such a *****, audacious bird.  
Professionally e-nun-ci-a-ting every word and ar-ti-cu-la-ting every verb. Inquiring 
about uncanny intellect which remains unheard.

My aura and my persona suggests Royalty among most high.  Promising me a  
productive future and a thrill of a ride.  So the next time you happen to stumble 
across me, the child of a King, I prefer to be referred to as MISS QUEEN in your 
dialect of linguistic strings.

Do It Over and Do It Correct

You see I am from perfection, in perfect world.....

 I am here to tell you what you don't know...

 what I think you need to know....

 should know...

 Yes, you are my invention..

 Yes you have the choice to choose, only because I am curious, just like you..

 but what fool would say no...being nursed, after a stab to the heart

 For love.?... I am more than your "love" and I don't feel!

 you are weak and dying and feel everything

 I will protect you, but you must allow me to control everything of you

 for your sake, you are your own destruction

 Say yes with everything you have left

 it will be hard, you will cry and want it all to end

 but you are constructed to bare much

 you keep busy to ignore me! I become rage!

 to tune out my voice!

 look around you! LOOK!

 with full force, let me control you!

 you had many chances, opportunities, all gifts from me

 you in your stubborn pride turn them down

 so I punished you, yes I was harsh, but only to get your attention

 now... listen to me very carefully

 and stop horsing around

 your gifts are like lightning on the darkest night

 you want friends and love and people around

 we have been here before and you know the outcome

 focus!

 focus and spend time with me

 I will hurry and help you

 you belong to me alone

 and where we meet you have no voice, I enjoy that

 We meet in SILENCE...in your STILLNESS

 and you enjoyed it too, I know boasted to the others

 you never see my face, its for your own good

 Love, I don't know what it is, but does it matter? Tell me...

 I am what you need, what you wanted all these years has poisoned you

 understood...... no need to answer, it was not a question.

 (c)LadyFiOct282013GD
Form:

Fantasy

As the whispering cry of the wind on a cold night, you haunt me-
Magically appearing in my thoughts and dreams, consuming me-
Until all my reasoning leaves and I lose my sight, changing my focus-
All of my attention falls to you.
Your strength pulls me towards you,
Capturing me in a cage of sensuality.
I feed upon scraps of what once existed,
Enticed by what could have happened.
Like the pitter-patter of rain on a window sill, I hear you-
From memories we’ve shared, you fill my mind, I can see you-
My fantasies march with full-force against my will, driving my hunger-
All of my heart and body wants you.
Loving not only who you are,
But also who I am when you are near,
Passionate, fervent, breathless, ablaze,
Hopelessly looking for just one more gaze.
As a young child, standing before her first sunrise, you inspire me-
I feel your warmth, streaming from you, uninterrupted, you engulf me-
Setting my soul on fire, capturing my every desire, enticing me-
You control my every move.
Your personality and style engage me,
An angel with a heart of gold,
A soul mate, a perfect union,
Epitome of a match made in Heaven.
I long to dance, our bodies intimately joined, to a sweet tune-
Soaring from cloud to cloud, embracing you-
Gliding, hand-in-hand across time, leaving all behind-
The world disappears; it’s just me and you.
Form:

Meaningless War

I hate..this meaningless war..take it away..take it away...
I hate..this meaningless war..take it away cause i can't take it anymore!

I hate this war that lies inside,I'ts true form I try to hide
From you,from them..from this world
It's me against me and no one else

I hate this meaningless war within me,I wish that I wasn't my only enemy
Why do i have to kill myself and keep my peace at perfect stealth?!

I wana live in peace and tranquility but my demons keep restraining my abilities
I will hunt them down..one by one and live once again in my open sun!!!

I will conquer myself to live in peace again,even if i have to tear off my limbs and head!
Be prepared to fight and die..lets begin I'll see you on the otherside
At all cost I will regain what was lost and mine..
I will triumph with pain and your blood will shine no more lies!!!

The battle starts and rush towards them with full force,strength and hate
Backed with a million possibilities of freedom and hope,
I must destroy to recreate that I know...

But can I win?can I win?can I win..?
But can I win?can I win?can I win..?
But can I win?can I win?can I win..?

Cause I don't,I don't,I don't ..know...

Take it away..take it away..take it away
This meaningless war...
Take it away..take it away..take it away
Cause I can't make it anymore

Take it away..
This meaningless war!!!!

Sequel the Mental Board

This talk with you all- I've waited for;
So hope you understand-
Know I should be freed right now,
No longer in remand.

Respect that you're all qualified-
To help the sick and ill,
You are all so educated,
Also have great skill.

Have faith that you can see what's right,
Make a good decision.
I am well, responsible,
No longer need provision.

"At the moment-we're not sure"
That's when I reclined,
With all of your injections-
Barely walk cause my behind...

It kills me; It's so brusied,
Completely paranormal.
"Oh dear, it does not sound so good,
Sounds absolutely awful"

Demanding to investigate,
the damage that they did.
Gave me such a fright right then;
Truely did forbid.

Holding me down again,
Those ones they are true brutes.
Giggling all around me,
"Look as those huge glutes"

Never felt so ashamed;
They shamed me with full force.
They seemed to get a kick from it,
Never showed remorse.

You did this, You did that,
Tried pointing with my finger.
This is my only body-
That you all decide to injure.

Tried to make them accountable,
For release I expected soon...
"It wasn't us, It wasn't us...
We swear it was the moon"

C'mon all you guys,
I'm human every one...
"It wasn't us, It wasn't us
We swear it was the sun".
Form: Rhyme

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