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Wait until Dark
My womans gone down town
Crossed over the tracks
In the arms of Bourbon Jack
I aint taking her back
Theres no room in my game
I dont feel no shame
Il wait until dark.
Shes lost to me now
On the bad side of town
With a back alley Tomcat
Treats her Man like a clown
Theres no room in my heart
For a Jack Daniels tart
Il wait until dark.
I'll go get my gun
I'll load it for two
There'll be a hole in Her heart
The night breeze will blow through
She'll drop and bleed in the sand
But wont understand
Shes two timed Her Man
Im on the run, they got prints off the gun
Just near the state line Ive run out of time
Marshals on my game I done feel no pain
But a burn in my Heart
And its gotten so dark
A burn in my heart
Its just gotten dark.
Theories long forgotten, strategies of self interest predominant
The war of Forces, Principalities so dark, no man walks away untouched
My senses so keen I feel it all a mile away
I send the Angel's and it's all said and done in the breath of a second
Then a healing beam of light caresses me
The Angel's of God or a womans love
Both so deep and rare here
Both protecting me from the evil men devise against me
And I feel the force of love as they combine together
It relieves me of my worries and now I cling to the hope it gives
Be strong, be courageous, follow the soft gentle voice
As they light my path, As her inner beauty shines through I am just a cub in her arms
Just a sheep for the slaughter protect us both God
Every time I tune the radio I hear a feller's plaintive song,
About his achin' heart and how his womans "done him wrong!"
How he nurses his plight at the neighborhood saloon,
Wallowin' in commiseration with those he can commune!
Singers with voices quiverin' like Robin Hood's twangy bow,
Tell of bein' forsaken by their man and all its kindred woe!
And how she's gonna lower the boom on a broad name Hildebrun,
Who stole her man while slingin' hash at the local Greasy Spoon!
Others sing of forlorn love and lack of decent shoes,
While he blows his meager pay on soiled doves and rancid booze.
How he spends his nights in a honky-tonk at the edge of town,
Consortin' with other guys' wives and tossin' whiskey down!
Others warble about him blowin' grocery money at the casino,
And if he don't toe the line she's headin' for a split in Reno!
He swears on bended knee he'll straighten up and fly right,
But he blows his paycheck again the very next Friday night!
I cannot fathom such tales of misery, mush and woe,
(Tho' I reckon it keeps canny song writers rollin' in the dough!)
Maybe I should try my hand at composin' such a song,
About hapless lovers who claim "they done me wrong!"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
On that fateful morning,
I saw the flames so high.
They were so strong,
They seem to reach the sky.
All i could do was hope,
That everyone was safe.
When i saw it on the news,
I knew it wasn't the case.
One womans life was lost
Someone i called a friend.
We all watched in horror
Hoping that was the end.
As the days had passed,
Fire trucks were still around.
Then 6 days later,
Another body they had found.
That fire took my nephew.,
I was filled with grief.
That his life was taken,
Is something i cant believe.
That house is no longer there,
A pile of rubble is what remans.
Because of that fateful morning
Our lives are forever changed.
TWO LIVES LOST
MANY HEARTS BROKEN.
Moraceae. This fig cultivar and The Tuxedo store owner are the same.
The owner of the tuxedo store kept hovering over me when i was browsing,
so I asked him to leave me alone. He said, “Fine, suit yourself.”
He asked to seek an understanding due to a womans want of attention.
NebHSHIN ASKED cLABSHISTER TO MARRY. Only in question he did so.
Those if's and's and but's that fine tuning required. He only wished
to gain the understanding that was unspoken. But Abshister WAS more
whorish then diplomatic. She refused any understanding thinking her
ways were best for all: but folk always questioned her as she seemed less
likely to what to know why he wished these things. Fig harvest time had
been approaching. Doing this time of year it was tradition for the males
to ask the females to help store the figs for winer. The root cellars would
have a smell that inspired a romantic conversation.
The scent is unquiet to love that it's fragrance is neutral enough
to be understood. It lends a supple, sexy feeling a scent
to be adorn. Endlessly wearable. Nebhishin, told the woman
she refuses to converse of us together, yet she wished to share time
with me, so I bought her here might these wonderful figs make her
at least mention us together as something Optional. Thus after
conversation and agreement, when those quirks are hammered out
there we can either dissolve our relationship or make it official. It's were the
reference to figs comes into play.Ficus nota, these trees which were chosen to be felled would
now become the wood for the instruments that would either be played at her official engagement party, or the night were he seeks another!
THINKING OF YOU MARILYN PELLEGREN OUR PATHS CROSSED AND I CAN'T HELP BUT FEEL SO BLESSED WE MET THE MANY TALKS ABOUT RAISING FAMILIES CHILDREN MARRIAGE FORD MOTOR COMPANIES AND THE GARMENT DISTRICT WOW THE BALANCE OF YOUR LOSS LOSING TWO CHILDREN TO THIS DREADFUL DISEASE SO MANY ON WAITING LIST FOR DONORS OTHERS GOING THROUGH END OF LIFE STAGES IN HOSPICE I AM STILL TOUCHED BY THE CONTRIBUTION IN LIEU SO MANY FLOWERS WONDERFUL CONTRIBUTIONS FROM FORT MYERS THAT CONTINUE TO POUR IN SENT TO THE CHILDRENS LEUKEMIA FOUNDATION IN MICHIGAN IN MEMORY OF YOU SUCH A WONDERFUL BLESSING REST IN PARADISE SWEETIE NO MORE PAIN AND SUFFERING REALIZING JUST CAN'T SAY THE SAME FOR DONALD DANGLING ONTO THE MIDST OF MY PERFUME REEKING HAVOC TOTALLY OBSSESSED WITH MY AMERICAN POETRY IS COMPLETELY STRESSFUL BUT GOD IS GOOD WE MUST BELIEVE THAT SOME DAY HE WILL JOIN YOU AND THE BOYS SUCH A PAINFUL LIFE SUFFERING AN ILLNESS YET FILLED WITH GREED AND MALICE SHOCKING TO FIND HIM HERE IN SOME TWISTED VENDETTA RIGHT AMAZING CAUSE I ACTUALLY THOUGHT HE DIED BEFORE YOU AND THEN I LEARN HE'S STILL AMONG US REEKING HAVOC MUST BE THE ILLNESS BRAIN MATTER CANCER STRICKENED HOW HE'S ABLE TO SEND THREATS IS TRULY IN A LEAGUE OF ITS OWN MY PRAYERS ARE WITH HIM WALKING THIS EARTH SENDING THREATS TARGETING MY AMERICAN POETRY WITH MY IDENTITY THIEVES IMPERSONATING ME ACTUALLY CASHING ANNUITY PAYMENTS ON MY BEHALF DEEP SADNESS I TRULY THOUGHT HE WAS A KIND PERSON OUTSIDE OF BEING A RETIRED HITMAN FROM DETROIT HE SEEMED KIND INTERESTED IN MY GRANDFATHER IN ROME DESPERATE USUNG ILLEGAL IMMIGRANTS FROM JAMAICA MEXICO TO MAKE FRAUDULENT IDENTIFICATION CARDS YES DONALD REALLY LOST ALL OF HIS MORAL COMPUS THE THING IS HE CAN NEVER EVER EXTORT MY LIFE MY AMERICAN POETRY SO HE HIDES BEHIND TERRORIST SENDING THREATS SLAMMING ON BREAKS FLIPPING FORD TRUCKS IN FLORIDA I CRING ALMOST AS HE BOAST ON PAST WHY WHY WHY REALLY WHY NOT HE LOST EVERYTHING FAKING HIS DEATH LIVE AMONG VENEZUALAN IMMIGRANTS FUNDING THE WOMANS PRISON WISEGUYS SHOPPING FOR MAIDSTHIS SADDENS ME MOST SIMPLY BECAUSE I AM AN FBI CONFIDENTIAL SOURCE A DOMESTIC VIOLENCE VICTIM BEING EXPOSED BY THIS TERROR WISEGUYS FAKING THEIR DEATHS THREATENING DISABLED POETS IN AMERICA AN YET I FEEL SORRY FOR SUCH AN EMPTY SOUL TRULY ONE THING FOR SURE YOU WERE ABSOLUTLY RIGHT ABOUT HIM GOD BLESS YOU
To the outdoor world she appears okay
Smoke and mirrors played everyday
But behind closed doors violence is rife
Of a womans brutal down-trodden life.
Nothing she says or does is right
He's verbally abusive and full of spite
He yells "dinner is muck" then hurls it at her,
The plate hits her head, now her visions a blur.
Tirade of abuse almost most days
Followed by "the sorry he loves her" he says
Anger and rage spoken and given with fists
She cowers and whimpers and never resists.
She wears her abusers constant tattoos
Bruises of red, yellows and blues.
She wears thick make-up as a mask on her face
Making sure there's no visible evidence in place.
She scrubs the carpet removing the blood stain.
Outwardly she smiles and carries on through her pain
Yet somehow he manages to convince her to stay
Her mind, will and body more broken each day.
Nothing but beatings, nothing but shame
He leaves her feeling she is to blame.
Nothing to live for she takes her own life
Just before she took his with the same knife.
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23.03.23
What can I do?
To fight these urges
In my adult life, I have no luck
No luck with love
But my body needs to
But I can't disappoint God
Nor give Satan the power
So what can I do
To fullfill my Sexual desire
The beating in my chest
the urge to rub a womans breast
and rubbing her feet would also be best
I can't be a pimp
Compare to my male friends
I feel like a useless wimp
I have tons of urges and kinks
I can have sex in weeks
I love to mingle
But I am single
I'm not getting yonger
I'm getting older
My urges feel like a roller-coaster
I feel horny each time I'm awake
I don't know how much I can take
Jumped on a ship in Boston
Set sail for the open seas,
Give my lady one last kiss
It'll be awhile she'll be seein me.
I said, "dont worry darlin,
I'll carry you right here in my heart;"
I watched her wave with a tear in her eye,
You know it tore my soul apart.
Been travelin now bout four months
Or maybe a little while more;
Sent off a letter to my lady-love
The day we first made shore.
Told her how much i missed her,
And how i longed to hold her so;
Please know im thinkin of you baby,
But for now love i have to go.
Boson handed me a letter,
When we made the next Port of Call,
Tore it open like a kid at Christmas,
Now i wished i didnt touch it at all,
She said she was so lonely,
And she met a man who loved her so;
She said," sorry it had to be this way,
but its for the best you know."
Time seems to moves so slowly,
When the sea becomes your home;
Loves will come and go with the wind,
And you still wind up all alone.
Now the sea has become my lady,
She gently rocks me to sleep at night;
And though i miss a womans touch,
My soul will be with the sea tonite.
SEVERE STALKING FROM HITMAN IN HIDING FROM FORT.MYERS FLORIDA FLESH PEDDLERS STALKING THREATS ATTEMPTING TO EXTORT MY TRAUMATIC BRAIN INJURY CLAIM DONALD HIRED BY PETER GARGANO TO STRANGLE ME IN COLD BLOOD GOD ONLY KNEW THE MANY DEAD BODIES IN HIS PATH REALIZING HE COULD NOT PERPUTRATE FRAUD UPON MY DECEASED FATHER BORN 1942 DONALD GREW BITTER ANGRY AFTER CONTRACTING A VENERAL DISEASE FROM AN FBI AGENT SUN BATHING WITH MY ABUSIVE EX HUSBAND ACCOMPLICE IN CIRO GARGANO ARSON MURDER OF 9 THE NINTH VICTIM DONALD WAS HIRED TO SILENCE ME OVER THOSE ARSON MURDERS OVER THE TAILOR SHOP HE CONTROLLED THE GARMENT DISTRICT IN DETROIT HE SIGNED ON TO TAKE OVER THE GARMENT INDUSTRY IN ILLINOIS THAT RESULTED IN THE ARSON IN THE TAILOR SHOP KILLING 8 ELDERLY PERSONS GARGANO WAS FILLED WITH FURY PELLEGREN CONTINUED TO STALK ME TODAY I RECIEVE THREATS HE'S ALIVE AND WELL HIDING OUT SENDING TERRORIST THREATS UNAFRAID OF GAMBINO HITMEN HIRED BY PETER GARGANO THREATS FROM WISCONSIN WOMENS PRISON EARLY RELEASE FOR THE FLESH PEDDLERS SCORE JUST 4 YEARS FOR STABBING FIVE PEOPLE STALKING HOME INVASIONS IN MY HOME GARGANO HITMAN SHOPPING AT THE WISCONSIN WOMANS PRISON FOR VIOLENT OFFENDERS NO FEAR OF MAN DIE SEVERE REPEAT VIOLENT OFFENDER HARD DRUG MANUFACTUER IDENTITY THIEF HOME INVADER NO FEAR OF THREATS FROM WISCONSIN SEVERE REPEAT VIOLENT OFFENDER BRUTALLY TORTURED HER CRIPPLED MOM FOR YEARS RESULTING IN HER DEATH FROM YEARS OF DOMESTIC ABUSE FROM HER OWN MEXICAN DAUGHTER SADLY PELLEGREN DECIDED TO SELECT VIOLENT OFFENDERS FOR HIS FLESH PEDDLINGS SCORES INDER GARGANO CRIME FAMILIY I SURVIVED THESE VIOLENT OFFENDERS ATTACKS ON MY FAMILY BACK OFF FOUR YEARS WAS A SLAP ON THE WRIST FOR STABBING FIVE PERSONS AND BRUTALLY TORTURED HER MOTHER TO DEATH GOD BLESS THE DECEASED PETERS HITMAN DONALD MASSIMO PELLEGREN