Don’t think too hard.
They sting behind your eyes.
Sharp swells
from the recessing snake pit.
Faces warp, wrap, and real.
Knotted limbs
of trying tapestry.
The marriage of scale and skin.
Remember to forget.
My soul was not to keep.
A window woe.
Through eyes not mine, I see.
Take from me
what was yours already.
Prisoner.
Watch your step, so you don't end up here
Where people like you simply disappear
To be devoured like prey, they're on the hunt
Looking for their next victim for them to stunt
Beware of the snake pit, the ones who take
The ones who would drown you in a lake
Of their own selfish needs and desires
With a tongue forked in two, the best of liars
Don't shake the bee hive, you'll anger the queen
All of her minions buzz around free
Selecting their next target to sting
It could be you next, their reasoning is obscene
Careful of the lions' den, looking for a meal
They look mighty noble, but all they do is steal
With brute force they pounce on their target
The language of violence is the only one they get
So sharpen your knives, and ready your mind
You don't want to find yourself in their bind
They fill up this world, on every corner you see
Is a place where one of these three could be
Are there lazy guys in The White House?
Let’s pick your loudest ‘’ Yes’’ or ‘’No’’
And could they World Peace Moves a bit douse
I would wait for a ‘’ Speak on’’ or ‘’ Go.’’
For the first, Russians could one serve ‘’ Yes,’’
For the second ‘’Simply forget it;’’
From North Korea ‘’ Madness to just guess,’’
For the second, Moods worse than Snake Pit;
Israel could suspect You, and Question
Like the Pharisee did the Christian;
To Terrorists ‘’ You’ve got just The Time,’
As they keep searching for bombs to time!
Terrorists would Peace steal like a mouse
But US Gun Laws don’t make it grow;
If laze around Interns White House
The Preventable like Rivers flow!
I gathered: owns Busiest Tables
Along tagging with Smartest Cables:
Then each has signed for schedules quite tight;
To dither about could never be right…
To Too and Two Explained
To market, to the car, to the grocery, to the pool, to the snake pit, to the park
In order to, invariably to their thinking, I would do anything to.
The most common to – it can be used most of the time.
Two. Do I even have to explain this one?
Okay.
2.
Too
Too many, too much, too notorious, too simple, too amazing, too priggish.
Too much – use an extra 0.
You can never have too many 0’s when you are talking about too many.
Two. Really?
Okay.
One more time.
2.
By the way, too also means ALSO.
Also=too, too=also, also=too, too=also.
He came too, she grew a pair too, they laughed too.
You really want me to explain two again?
I am too tired, so you had better stop saying it to me.
My muse is tired of two too.
J-oy you feel deep inside
H-as made eyes see no mess;
A-ugust tenth early morn,
N-ice view removes mare's nest.
E-ach joy you feel deep inside
L-ets your heart beat in mirth;
L-ove of God has brought
E-cstasy to your birth.
D-elight and pure pleasure
A-re here to stay for long;
R-eplacing the snake pit,
A-gony, anguish and wrong.
G-reat joy and excitement
A-re here to make you happy;
Y-our mind never thinks of sorrow, pain and misery.
P-ure joy you feel deep inside
A-ims to cause you thrill;
R-apture and amazement
A-re erasing the coldest chill.
G-ood greeting and wish
A-re now turning the tide;
S-weet regards truly tell about the joy you feel deep inside.
Cool Moe B
Back in the day we used to pray
Others say it ought not be that way
Snake pit, lion's den you need someone to be your friend
Your a soldier in the army of God
Cool Moe B in the place to be
Rocking them rhymes in the land of glee
A city kid playing high on his grid
Shook the bananas pole with a tea leaf
Downtown hoods shooting dope in the back alley
Fixing with the switch homeboy got a nervous twitch
A beacon of honor in his high vested swag
Shooting pool in the patio needing a place to go
Smoking weed watch it bleed it will knock you to your knees
Brillo pads for fenders is it any wonder
The soldier in the middle playing second fiddle
Take me back to those good old days getting lost in a purple haze
Hoops dreams watch the bitches scream
Another dip of an ice cream flavor
A stereo or capper me and Eric B with a nice full plate of fish
Sorry that I missed burning this switch as we go free style
I-t's time to forget the fault,
S-aying you forgive someone;
M-ake it easy for your life,
A-ccepting what's been done.
E-asy to forget, it's true, if you possess purity of heart;
L-et animosity vanish, let anger and hatred depart.
M-ake the mistake be forgotten,
A-fter your mind has made up;
N-ever let nonchalant way
G-et into the crack or gap.
L-et the wrong be brought
I-nto the night's oblivion;
C-hoose the righteous path,
M-aking a walk in the horizon.
O-bliterate the mare's nest, as well as the snake pit;
T-ry your best to erase them, eliminating them bit by bit.
G-rave sin is all but nothing
U-nless it's not forgiven;
M-ove on for a fresh start,
A-llowing your soul to open.
W-ords of God can remove
I-ll feelings, tumble and mess;
D-ay twenty-seven September pray, forgetting fault with forgiveness.
J-ubilant birthday celebrant
U-ps the life's low morale;
L-etting things material turn
I-nto endeavor spiritual.
E-arly morn first of June, jubilant celebrant enjoys;
T-rying to echo her faith, she shouts to hear her voice.
V-ery clear is the message,
E-xpressing eternal ecstasy;
L-ost paradise is found,
A-s revealed by the Almighty.
S-alvation from the snake pit
C-ompletes the joy of servant,
O-ne million mirth is brought to jubilant birthday celebrant.
J-oy you feel inside
H-as made eyes see no mess;
A-ugust tenth early morn,
N-ice view removes mare's nest.
E-ndless joy deep within
L-ets your heart beat in mirth;
L-ove of God has brought
E-cstasy to your birth.
D-elight and pure pleasure
A-re here to stay for long;
R-eplacing the snake pit,
A-gony, anguish and wrong.
G-reat joy and excitement
A-re here to make you happy;
Y-our mind never thinks of sorrow, pain and misery.
P-riceless joy and euphoria
A-re here to cause you thrill;
R-apture and amazement
A-re erasing the coldest chill.
G-ood greeting and wish
A-re now turning the tide;
S-weet regards truly tell about the joy you feel inside.
L-et life feel felicity
Y-ou only live once;
N-ever waste opportunity to swoon with exuberance.
M-illion mirth you possess
A-ugust sixteenth early morn;
N-ice wish brings gladness,
G-etting not worn and torn.
L-et life feel felicity
I-n celebrating the birth;
C-heerful because you are
M-ade by God in earth.
O-bliterate the snake pit to enjoy endless ecstasy;
T-hrow away the mare's nest, let life feel felicity.
What is love?
The North Star guiding
a lost seafarer home,
Or the Siren song luring
him to the rocky shores?
Is it frolicking in the moonlit night
in a field of flowers
Or trudging across
an arid, scorching desert?
Is it a freeway to bliss and joy
Or a meandering trail
through a rugged terrain
of grief and woe?
Is it a cup of hemlock
Or a chalice of nectar?
Is it a snake pit
Or a bridge over the chasm
of hatred and bigotry?
Is it an ever-elusive mirage
Or the rock of Gibraltar?
Love is all that and more,
And yet it’s nothing,
A mere emotion, a feeling –
At first blush, irrelevant
And yet,
It’s an impetus, a catalyst –
An euphoria permeating our entire being--
"Love is a many-splendored thing!"*
*(P.F.Webster / Sammy Fain)
~"Types of Love" contest by Nayda Negron
I fear our votes must be scraps or spoils
No rich man knoweth our toils
Upon us he performs a curse
For he is governed by his purse
We seem to draw no wit
From our previous failing
When into the snake pit
We go a-trailing
Honey words, sweet verse
Driven to hell in the politician's hearse
MESMERIZED WITH LOVE AGAIN
In her 59th summer
In a long determined memoirs
To live alone and never again
Fall into a trap, never
Be in love for the last time
And she never expected ever
Their path would cross
Her semi-closed eyes and deaf ears
Really to stay and put aside
But, indeed fate is so glorious
From a snake pit
A very mysterious dragnet
Has shaken her again
Her otherwise different world
Again her heart struck by cupid
That, alas she felt kneel down
Mesmerized with love again!
Headless
Blood Mess
Snake Pit
Got Bit
Hang Noose
Got Goose
Teacher, teacher what are you doing there?
You'll never find Mr. Goodbar in that snake pit.
Preoccupation with admiration is making you late.
Stop this insanity, madness abate.
Anticipating a prince but getting a frog
Absence of clarity
Walking into a thick, dense fog.
Trusting and naive
The amphibians deceive
And take your very breath from within you
So much strife, the end of life
And never finding that Mr. Goodbar.
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