I’m damn sick of the pain
I have nothing to gain
It’s a real Fibro curse
Doing its bloody worst
You wouldn’t believe
The pain I receive
Don’t pretend to know it
Just cause I don’t show it
But I really wanna throw ****.
From head to toe
The pains does go
Pinning and gripping
Pulling and ripping
Discs are slipping
Mood is flipping
Strength is dipping
Scales are tipping
I’m cursing & blipping.
Fibromyalgia aint no friend
All this aching has to end
The feet keep cramping
No more glamping
Body on fire
Not with desire
All over I shake
Like an earthquake
None of this fake.
Muscles so weak
Relief I seek
I hate this pain
I hate the drain
It’s weakened me down
Yet I’m still around
Stronger than you’ll ever be
You wouldn’t want to be me
I just want to be free.
This damn curse will have you done
Exhaustion daily is no fun
I live this dark fibro curse
Don’t pretend you’ve had it worse
Every muscle, every limb
Causes lights to go dim
**** this ****, I give no crap
This is my damn - Fibro rap.
Some are proud to be illegal
For power, for wealth, for fame
Some are afraid to be illegal
For life, for safety, for shame.
The word 'Illegal' laughs in a corner
No one knows the reality
But they all try to become the owner
Calls it the business of cruelty.
Illegal! Illegal! Illegal!
Are you, are you illegal!
Illegal! Illegal! Illegal!
Tell me, are you illegal!
Afraid because of the terror
Proud because of the swag
And this is the prime error
They set here a wrong tag.
Not the drugs, not the guns
They all are out of the race
Beyond all, something runs
Easy to know, hard to face.
Illegal! Illegal! Illegal!
Are you, are you illegal!
Illegal! Illegal! Illegal!
Tell me, are you illegal!
Read the book of human society
The book of their constitution
Truth, the most illegal, their anxiety
Can't be found in any institution.
Read the life of all the rebels
The fighters, the thinkers, the inventors
They raised the truth in the jails
Unknown, insulted, someone wanders.
Illegal! Illegal! Illegal!
Are you, are you illegal!
Illegal! Illegal! Illegal!
Tell me, are you illegal!
“Welcome to the jungle”
Where “the lion sleeps tonight”
As the “sun rises over the Serengeti”
and “we have no worries
for the rest of our lives.”
silent country song
fades beneath the changing times
noises fill the road.
the doll was purchased in October
Probably Halloween, but maybe not
brought to the home of an old lady
a creepy woman with broken teeth
maybe this is why she never smiled
the doll was given the name Dorothea Maye
she always wondered if she had been named for a dead niece
or a deceased sister or a murdered cousin
The old lady would sing the weirdest songs to her
“Dorthea Maye, now dead you be
You will never have the chance to grow old like me
I hid you away, deep where no one can see
far from this home, toward the Aegean Sea.”
the more quiet the doll was, the louder the old hag sang.
"Dorthea Maye, you annoyed me so much
The clothes you once wore are hidden in my hutch
Dorthea Maye, you will never annoy another
No one knows about you, not my man or my brother.”
I bet this is Halloween, and this is hell, the doll thought.
tagel
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in reference to the prevouis
I think such is to be said
that bodyworshippers
and music
stems from the lack of concern
of love
a relationship involes
understanding a persons needs
not there desire to attract
it is in conflict of a respectful union
grounded in mutual dignity
fair treatment, and collective solidarity
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Are you a salloon goon?
or are you a part of a Goon Gang
taking your women to salloons
do you fuss all the time
are you really happy?
Love makes relationships happier
it makes loving happiest.
Jouhikko
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By: Ardor Futanari and
Ahegao Bellissifah
The only thing the rest of the world
has in common with us, is the birds,
bees, the sun and moon.
We are that special he told her.
strumming her ego and
assuring his stedefæst, to her.
She kissed him in gratitude.
her words were Libretto and there
relationship solid as they viewed there
togetherness as a work in progress.
"whence there are nought
might the edges of tomorrow
have us coupled together
as lovers friends and associates"
"then before God and man
" shall we stand together
hand in hand
woman and man
Amorous toward the people
that they may envy our togetherness"
Lush the evening a night spent with you
that such a gathering is an orchestrator backdrop
that heightens the emotional and sensual senses
eros, philia, and agape: love makes ordinary days feel magical
even in the worst of times it's special and meaningful.
----- Written by: Torum Durchkomponiert-
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---Chi cena con il diavolo deve avere un cucchiaio lungo!-------------
rolls and paradiddles
The-guy-who-carries
-the-heavy-stuff
Basher / Pounder
the snares and Kettler's
--------Ambergris Caye----------------------
La Xtabai, they come here to see you!
-------Da how yu di du?----------------------
La Xtabai , vengono qui a vederti:
mettiti il ??costume, sorridi, sorridi, sorridi!
Non vuole essere sfruttato; perché è qui?
Perché è qui?
Un sorriso o due, niente di più: niente di più!
Auh say ooh auh
auh say auh ooh we
il tuo bacio mi stuzzica
devo tirarmi indietro
non con te, non così
sai come sono fatto
perché sei qui?
Perché sei qui?
Cos'è l'amore, mi chiedi? Io rispondo
tra i singhiozzi, con mot prive di cuore:
le parole d'amore sono mot senza significato,
come canzoni, un suono da adorare.u ask
,Amami, ti prego
Io sono sia banano che strofa
tu, contadino sciocco
Ti vedo come un insignificante
un lungo cucchiaio
Ti nutro come un contadino
perché sei qui visto che non desideri
non essere sfruttato Weh yuh naym?
Weh yuh naym?
The shadows stretch across the empty floor,
As I remember what we used to be.
I walk alone beside the open door,
And drown inside a "bridge over troubled water" sea.
You left me with a "shadow of the day,"
When everything we built began to fall.
I watched you turn your weary face away,
And leave me with "the sound of silence" call.
The evening brings a "fast car" driving past,
Reminding me of how we used to run.
I know that nothing golden ever can last,
And we are "stuck in a moment" undone.
I wander through "the scientist" advice,
To calculate the pieces on the floor.
My shaking hands are turning into ice,
Beside "the scientist" who walks no more.
The night becomes a "black hole sun" above,
A heavy weight that crushes down my chest.
I try to breathe the memory of our love,
And search the dark for some forgotten rest.
I woke up to the quiet and
told myself "I will survive"
The morning felt heavy, so I
whispered "Let it be"
Walking past our old
corners, I remembered
"One day in your life"
And how the light used to
follow you like "Here comes
the sun"
I'm not chasing ghosts
anymore, I'm learning
"Shake it off"
Some nights I still hear the
echo of "Someone like you"
But I choose the softer
road, the one that sings
"Brave"
And tells me "You are not
alone"
When the doubts get louder I
answer with "Fight song"
And let the silence end with
"A thousand years"
(with thanks to Sylvia Fricker, who wrote "You Were On My Mind" in 1961)
Well I woke up this morning.
Yes, you seemed to be there.
Just as it happens so early every day -
you were definitely on my mind.
And I remember those words from that song
that talks of waking up in the morning
with troubles and with worries,
with someone on my mind.
And I forget who you are.
Are you my troubles and my worries?
Have I wriggled in my sleep and not known it?
Does it happen every night?
Were you there, watching?
I woke up this morning.
I remember the song: yes:
you were on my mind.
So how much did I wriggle?
And how much were you there?
(written 3 Oct 2026)
Pity the poor syllable in the phrase that pops these days
It's stretched and bent until it's rent in oh so many ways
It's hard to see the melody in the score that's tortured so
It's an attack that hails from way back in days of yesteryear
If opera is what led to this, I guess that's why we're here
But Chuck was full of word play in his day and yet instructed
Improvisation shouldn't lead to the point where melody's obstructed
Vocal coaches in the ballpark should leave us thus reminded
Warm-ups are for stretching… lest technique's lost to the wind-up
Hear my song of pain and despair
That Lead you to my shore
If you continue your journey
The ship will nearly wreck
Where past lovers have lost
Their fight in my war
No man has made it through
No stories have been told
Yet you cannot resist the sound
That echos in your mind
Makes you sleepless in the night
Many have tried and gave up the fight
Only Odysseus has athena on his side
A wise man he was to stray from the trail
For i am no less sad than sweet
Leaving the taste of bitter on your teeth
Be warned on your deathbed ill have you sleep
A forever was promised
But here i am alone to weep
My throne stands empty
Forever was just words
No wise man seeks
These are the tales of the wives
who do not speak
Little by little,
Voitek, Maserati.
Cooperation without hesitation.
The veil hasn't lifted, the dog is present in this fog.
Yet, I am joyous,
ecstatic. I am
ever so grateful to you Lord,
for those beautiful angels around me,
always willing to lend a helping hand.
So I give thanks to the Lord,
for his mercy is everlasting.
As long as I breathe,
I haven't lost.
A temporary dwelling, built for my family and me
How could I build it, barely able to see
A palm-frond provided with sharp-needled stalks
How could I buy one, I no longer walk
Delicious meals prepared by my wife’s loving hands
How can I help her, I longer stand
Sweet, festive songs sung to melodious tunes
How can I sing, my hearing’s in ruins
I am so grateful, though dependent on others
My caring, devoted Jewish sisters and brothers
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Notes:
In Israel and the world over, Jews eat, recreate, and sleep in tempor-
ary huts called 'sukkot' for seven days during this festival. The holiday
is named 'Sukkot' after these huts.
We wave/shake palm-fronds, myrtle and willow leaves in synagogue,
as part of prayers for rain (in Israel) in its season - i.e., after(!) the festival.
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