Romance To The Feeble-Minded
A sweetheart loved by every troop,
From distant lands, outside his group.
A decade’s bond, a quiet joy,
She bore his love a first-born boy.
Then fortune turned; he took the throne,
And wore a crown of steel and stone.
The state caught fire, the borders bled,
A butcher born, where mercy fled.
He turned his guns on her own race,
And wiped her memory from his face.
Severed the ties, forgot the child,
As war ran bloodthirsty and wild.
Ten years he ruled in blind deceit,
While terror marched upon the street.
An army wild he couldn't tame,
Three years of mayhem in his name.
His eldest son, a stranger grown
Unrecognized, ignored, unknown.
For eight and forty years of dread,
The general hid from son, his coward’s head.
No vision held, no focus clear,
A feeble mind led on by fear.
Too late the waking conscience stings;
Too late the courage power brings.
Unstable man, blind or visionless
Conscience- dead, tasteless and emotionless
Led his army into unnecessary blood bath
Even in his nineties, continued lying as from the birth
goal-minded worker
a man who knows what he wants
will seek his fortune
If I wrote you a love song
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"I'm in love with you
do you know what that means
an intense romantic feeling
I can't keep you outta my dreams
a desire to be with you
I wanna hold your hand
if I wrote you a love song
would you understand
ooh-----------------------ooh!
my, oh my,ooh I do, I do, I do!
Trova in te la forza di amarmi
mentre sono completamente
immerso nei miei sentimenti;
il senso di appartenenza è
una sensazione meravigliosa
Se ti scrivessi una canzone d'amore
la canteresti tenendomi la mano?
Se ti scrivessi una canzone d'amore
mi lasceresti essere il tuo uomo?
Se ti scrivessi una canzone d'amore
Aint no lack of attention
I'm in love
you are the only one I am
thinking of
what's best for you is best
for me
Thats the kinda man
you know I'll be!
esigendo rispetto per la sua decisione di andarsene
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Three cretinous judges, have commited to
The slaughter.' Of the B C Ostriches what?
Such a crime and dis-order.' Who knows these
Sleazball black robed ghouls? Who pours
Their water, man its so un-cool who tends
Theif hair who would shake their hand? Who
Would be their neighbor? Who can approve of
Their plans.?
Every time I fall in love,
It seems I'm through before I start.
What's wrong with me's no mystery,
I have an absent-minded heart.
I meet a girl, she seems ideal,
But when Cupid shoots his dart,
I tend to duck and dodge so it can't lodge
In my absent-minded heart.
Before too long the girl moves on,
Another romance falls apart.
And when she's gone, I'm left alone
With my absent-minded heart.
I hope, if love should come my way again,
The one who'll win me will be smart,
And in her tender way remind me
To let Cupid's arrow find me
So it can cut the ties that bind me
To an absent-minded heart.
Smoking toking you must be joking
it's a bust I just don't need an altered sense
of time and space or on choking
a mind-numbing feeling of euphoria
as I am happy as a clam
(thank you ma'am)
for as you two while under the influence
of lethargy-inducing external stimuli
proceeded in search of smokeable weed
a.k.a., a whole lot of pot
a joint venture indeed
the words I heard by you bemoaned
when about to go driving were
'No left turn unstoned!'
I am not a coward man de facto
Who has lots of curiosity courageous
With full of consciences in mind
Having to retreat from girl strangers
Who's looking for the Like-minded friends
Being young and pretty excels diamonds
They're attractive to distinct genres of men
And making them pride while being faint
I understand these be so-called romantic
But I must decline with responsible reasons
They may feel being treated ruthlessly
By me, en facto, being valued and respected
With conscientious rooting in consciences
My name doesn’t tell if I’ve got
Some meaningly posh coat of arms
I didn’t contribute to national lot
But maybe I did for the arts
I don’t criticize politicians
It must be the easiest job
Yet I never praise politicians
For this is a job of a yob
So I’m a bit jobless you see
Hope you can guess that I am
An artist of air and the sea
A painter of skies and the land
This doesn’t imply that I stand for
The land that I thouroughly see
Political people can love it much more
With pleasure I gladly concede
I’m not patriotic since childhood
I haven’t changed in this regard
But this doesn’t mean that I would
Deem jingoes as utter retards
Some folks are ok being homebound
Some other prefer rock and roll
And some will keep silent about it
I’ve equal respect for them all
To meet me you will not regret
My broad-minded soul plays no game
You’d think of me:”haven’t we met?
But I can’t remember his name”.
Confined within the steep banks of a narrow mind
is a cryptic river where men stumble in and go blind
They construct reinforced dams that hold them back
from accepting the candid truth, white is not black
Like the slow-moving current of a trickling stream
their thoughts are clogged and clot like curdled cream
What chance do the recalcitrant ones have to accept
reality if they allow no vision of being circumspect
of taking fault and blame for having a closed mind?
These are the ignorant, the foolish ones aptly defined
as those destined to stagnate until they decompose
It's the subsequent end to the stubborn who oppose
a new premise or concept with which they don't agree
They rot inside prisons of conceit, a human tragedy
Closed minded people,
almost seem willingly incapable,
of performing any kind of thinking even remotely critical,
and yet everyone is capable of critical thinking.
I only hope that one day the closed minded start practicing.
A good start for them would be a little self educating.
Mule minded
Plough, my mule
a furrow in my name
the almond tree blossoms
there will
be another furrow
in my name
memories collect
spent bullets
in a mass grave
in pursuit of knowledge
while yellow flowers
at the edge
of a memory
wilts
not robust enough
to plough another furrow
The vote was between a sage and a fairy!
One of the sass and the other is made of brass!
Well, the people spoke up and used their vote like a kid at the dairy!
The people voted for the red one who acts like an ass!
A voice that never stops to think of its effect on the world!
An idiot that enjoys using their words like their life in Rifle!
The spirited one would have been a better person for the world!
Bush would not be a person to cause a trifle!
News flash to the one in red that acts like an ass!
People voted for you due to your looks!
Your smile and words are a lie as they voice everything in sass!
It was not for your lack of knowledge of books!
The district chair only wants you for one occasion, a sight!
Little does he realize that you, as a state representative, are a massive blight!
No coincidence
that I have at the least
two of most everything
for navigation
generally favoring
one side over another
though mostly straddling
the lines between – the tight
I walk...life’s many journeys
of balance --
Balance, is Free Will on shaky
display – what man does to avoid
both the Devil and God
small, under developed
hands, attempting to juggle
infinite worlds and stars….
I am carefree to all and any ideas
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