the peenits
long
long peewee
i go peepee
from ma weewee
///////////////////
dear Frank Michael,
it's me (golden freddy reference)
Freddy Mitch.
I make poems n' shi,
but i seem to have lost the sauce
the special sauce
i spilet it on the carpet
stain
the stains cover the floor.
i feel rong.
not Freddy, but Frank.
me was funne. but no mor
me wez genus peomist
but now me iz dumdum.
caveman hitting head with wooden club.gif
no mar rymes
no da times
herb on floor, thymes
hiker on moutnain climbs
lot ov rimes.
me funneh, me think
caveman hitting wife over head with wooden club.gif
child abuse tags.
i like to move it
so i can call it
my fazballs itch
it needs scritch
its now bleeding
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
my fazballs are now gone
When I
switch on
the light,
I think
of you,
Faraday.
Born
to a poor
blacksmith
in London,
where poverty
tried
to bury
your dreams.
Yet you
listened
to Nature,
while kings
listened
to power.
You discovered
electromagnetic
induction,
the heartbeat
of generators,
transformers,
and the
electric motor.
You gave
light
to a world
that had
forgotten
how to
dream.
In 1825,
you discovered
benzene,
a gift
to science
and industry.
When I
pass
the Sandemanian
church plot
at Highgate,
I remember
that greatness
can rest
in silence.
You conquered
poverty.
You conquered
ignorance.
Without
wealth.
Without
titles.
Without
formal education.
The powerful
built empires.
You built
the future.
Every lamp
that defeats
the night
whispers
your name.
And when
the streetlights
flicker,
I do not
see electricity.
I see
Michael
Faraday—
the poor
man's son,
who became
the light
of the
nineteenth
century.
629.
Prayer to St. Michael the Archangel
Oh Archangel St. Michael
In every battle defend us
In every evil protect us
As we pray to God with humility
That evil be dealt with properly
By you, oh Prince of Souls in Heaven
With God's power let Satan be driven
Into hell with the rest of the demons
Who linger in this world to bring spiritual devastations.
Amen.
-12/29/2018
(Dumarao)
*My Poetic Prayers to Saints Trilogy 2018
When someone says, "(S)he's a saint",
I think of peace and restraint,
but when it's time for battle paint,
tell me, Saint Michael,
must we hide from sight?
Truth and justice, we must protect -
those things, both good and correct.
So, I ask, with all respect,
tell me, Saint Michael,
sometimes, must we fight?
And what to do if Man divides -
sometimes there are at least two sides.
As to where the truth resides,
tell me, Saint Michael,
who decides what's right?
Michael
He,s not pepsi he,s not cola he,s Michael
He,s not a man he,s not a woman he,s Michael
He,s not a music writer he,s not a genius he,s Michael
He,s not a performer he,s not an artist he,s Michael
He,s not a son he,s not a father he,s Michael
He,s not a symphony of ochestra,s he,s not a word he,s Michael
He,s not a world he,s not a universe he,s Michael
He s not a billionaire he,s not a producer he,s Michael
He,s not a lonely heart he,s not a taker he,s Michael
He,s not a pebble on the ocean bed he,s not niagra falls he,s Michael
He,s not anyone you could ever meet he,s not a chance he,s Michael
He is however the most talented human being that has ever lived and guess what his name is it,s not Michael.
Lions and tigers and bears,
Like
Zombies and demons, nightmares.
Scare you to death eh, Wendy.
They scare you and
Haunt you and
Chase you and
Eat you.
Tear you limb from limb,
Suck the blood from your heart
Chew happily on your bones...
They follow you to
Your dreams...
Scary. Scary. Scary.
But listen,
Listen carefully to,
Thriller,
Hear Michael sing it,
See Michael sing it...
It's scary
But not in the way you think,
At first listen.
Monsters,
He says,
Sings,
Might be scary but
You ain't seen nothing yet.
You ain't seen what
My love
For you
Can do
My love is scarier
I can thrill you more
Than any ghoul can ever dare try...
Just you wait and see.
Dear Mike,
I just wanted to touch base with you and write how I feel at this moment. While you were here, you taught us so much. I still play your songs because I like THE WAY YOU MAKE ME FEEL through your music. It brings me closer to you. My favorites are MAN IN THE MIRROR and BLACK AND WHITE.
You know yo boy BEN broke up with DIRTY DIANA and told her to BEAT IT. She began to SCREAM and yell I WANT YOU BACK. Drama, drama, drama. She always WANNA BE STARTIN' SOMETHIN' acting like she's all BAD. It must be her HUMAN NATURE and that could be DANGEROUS.
Anyway, he started dating this PRETTY YOUNG THING name BILLIE JEAN. She is a LIBERIAN GIRL. She told him he reminds her JUST A LITTLE BIT OF YOU.
Well, we all miss you. We feel you were GONE TOO SOON. By the way, there is suppose to be a concert in your honor and you know one thing Mike, I've GOT TO BE THERE. I will ROCK WITH YOU forever, for I NEVER CAN SAY GOODBYE to you and you will never be OUT OF MY LIFE.
You, your dancing and your music will live on and on forever and ever.
Love Always,
Colette Dright
Michael Jackson
Shunned media interaction--
Timid with gals, he rarely talked
But wowed 'em as he rocked and moonwalked.
345.
My Adoration to Archangel Michael
Oh Archangel Michael, receive my adoration!
Thou who are hailed as “Defender of Faith”
Fight for me against malicious being & malignant wraith
Cover me with God's blue ray of protection
Be my ardent armor at times of trial & temptation
With your shining sword, cut me from the chains of the devil
From Canadian Rockies at Banff, make haste when my soul is in peril!
-02/01/2015
(Dumarao)
*My Angels Collection
Tree,
Like to be the idol Eve,
Fallen thinking,
Teen,
Nevertheless, she is queen, princess,
I'm the angel of shame for her,
Stopping the deluge, cataclysm,
In human energies,
With personalities,
The services,
Gabriel, the angel of fidelity,
Stay help me, please,
Raphael with the medicine,
Against this fallen thinking of Pharisee,
Eve, by shame, was stopping here,
Not Judas Iscariot and Caiaphas even on knees,
The service of forerunner precursor Elijah priest,
"Angel of wilderness", the mantle like the wings,
On John, Jonah, and Elisha in the same mission,
From Apocalypse,
Born in anguish,
Joy of black night shining, sweet,
When I hear the voice of Virgin Mary,
Which, the New Eve, arrives pregnant by Jesus,
Open celestial door I see.
"Please, please give me some milk?
The Last words of Michael Jackson
(Milk was his nickname for the general anesthetic Propofol he took to sleep.)
A dream so wonderful it could not last
An impressive voice so vast lay mute in death
His light was stilled and my soul shattered
It dripped with grief for what could have been
The songs of a young boy sublime
So full of promise, health and stardom
A talent glorious- that in immortality it lasts
Some condemned, some were traitors, liars
His life became empty- his journey a struggle
But his amazing music is what he left us
His talent an inspiration to the young and old
and his dancing steps lead us up to heaven
In death his "milk" drug killed him
Oh, could no one help? His doctor?
No family, friend, manager ? I would have
I can still hear his voice- it comforts me
His journey was of waves rising and lowering
He sang until his quiet voice was stilled in death
Yes, I mourn his passing, the ravaged talent
and the people who left him alone suffering
yummy banana, tasty banana.
eat 10,000 at once, die.
yummy banan, testy banarn.
heving srokke.
heel pme.
10,000 bannn kil u frm pot as yum.
skadoosh!
Lyrics By Michael McCoy
Written for the Rolling Stones Contest
She say she wants to go home with me tonight as we sit by the bus park,
but I tell her we can make home right here in this moments,
haven't you heard heavens rumours that the god of love escaped,
maybe the rumours are true cause you are with him at the moment,
gods create let me create love like no other for both of us in this moment,
you realize I cannot stop staring at you heavy chest,
because am already in the world of fantasy you squeezing me with those beautiful breasts of yours
till I ran out of breathe,
don't worry you won't kill me am already dead cause I died the moment I saw you
so am as well zombified in the moment,
let me handle you with care cause that what happens in home,
and I would do a perfect job of taking you home as you wanted
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