Intro
Square up, bell rings
Square off, timed round by round
Jab and move; stick and land a punch
Score cards
The urge to travel,
to spread your wings and fly away,
never rooted to one spot.
never spotted on a route.
signpost now defunct,
map a feeble pointer,
direction only by one’s nose.
Intuition in ascendence,
as day and night blur anaemic edges.
Fleet of foot dream chaser,
never-ending sequence,
is chaotically just that.
Event foreman cast,
in a starry-eyed plot,
script writer of their own unique journey,
stagecoach vagrant from,
a who-knows-where platform,
speed bump skipper on a blind course,
taking the "lie" of the land.
In every sense a false scents,
trailblazer has a life of their own,
but tragically a life that both owns,
and disowns them in "equal" measure.
Time-lapse photographer flagged,
by ephemera but doesn't notice,
loop by loop square off,
under amber moonlight passage.
faraway green seeker,
bereft of halting site,
with no stop off in between,
momentum the only resting place
They are both signed.
Ladies and gentlemen
We have a mainevent.
World tag champions
Defend against, number
one ranked " Fistcottio"
But before the do, "Fistcottio"
Splits and face one another
Both men carrying a mask
the loser changes his name
and wears his partners choose
of attire.Fistcottio Caul Themes
and Dawson Meets square off
One on one if Meetes win , his
Partner will be known as
Masked Superia. If Themes wins
Mascario will be recognized as
Themes' partner.
Then they will meet the World
Tag champions; Rhelmn and Ruckus
With manager "All That" Jessie Gulper.
Oboe Sneak Arena get your seats early.
from the oval office
planned within the pentagon
world governments square off
endless circle of wars
played using hexagon grid
creating heptagon badge states
mass minds rhombus clouds
truth gone bermuda triangle
all for diamond equivalents
parellogram with past history.
Man this generation has lost its respect,
When you can square off with your elder,
And try to put them in check.
The yes ma’am and the no ma’am has died as time has passed,
Nowadays you can look at your own mother,
And tell her to kiss your black…
You don’t want her to ask you no questions,
Or speak what’s in her mind,
When she’s ready to break off wisdom,
You ready to break off in her behind.
I tell you this generation has lost all of its respect,
Honor thy mother and thy father,
It’s all laid out in the text.
You will whoop, holler, and speak in tongues,
Throw your head way back and wail,
But the minute someone corrects you,
You’re the first to say go to hell.
I don’t know what happened,
All of the reverence is now gone,
Oh the sown harvest you shall reap,
When you’re standing before the throne.
old couple
square off to fight..
humor rolls wins bout
Square off
Center
Bogus
I am a concrete block.
Kitty-cornered
Straight down the middle
Weathered but useable
Concrete block with a cross
When pit bulls square-off to fight
competition will incite
the rage underneath
when baring those teeth
since jaws lock-down with each bite.
We had a good time
Guys from Woodside, Sunnyside
Greenpoint and Astoria
Leaning on each other
Weaving through the crowds
Towards the exits
Leaving the club
Squeaking out just before closing time
Headed towards the corner joint
Open all night.
Waiting on line
Shuffling
Gotta go
So bad
But first
Stomach bursting for
Cheap burgers
Greasy and salty
Buy ‘em by the bag
Eat them on the way home.
Dark night of New York
All around us
Rich’s man town
Separated from
Working class
By rivers
Zip codes
And generations of mistakes
Nobody talks about it
Nothing to discuss
Just a fact of life
Work with your hands
That’s how things are
If you complain
Nobody listens.
The place is crowded
It’s a late night circus
Counter people rush
Orders fly
From a hundred directions
A razzle dazzle of
Loud voices
Earsplitting laughter
A fight starts
In a rear booth
Irish and Italian guys square off
Just like generations ago
A common refrain ushering
Saturday night to Sunday morning
With a little night music.
I feel the rage burning from your eyes
As you strike me with your kitchen tool
It's that devil in you I despise
Your vicious tirade smacks me most cruel
Wishes won't expunge your gruff disguise
Even as we square off to duel
Why can't you just love me without fear?
I never asked to enter this place
You've built a vessel that you can't steer
Which hobbles along with such disgrace
You constantly decimate that pier
Raving madly like a basket case
Words filled with venom stun my fresh ear
Claiming how much I've stolen from you
I just wish to fly away from here
To tickle that mighty sky of blue
You spread my bearing like a pap smear
Before jostling my brain all askew
Where did your nurturing instincts go?
I cower beneath my bed again
As I beg my ambition to grow
My heart quivers faster than a wren
While my resolve turns into jell-o
Your cursing ire masks a bleak omen
I'll take all the blame without any shame
So you can find your calm as before
The one thing we share is a surname
Malice proves a disease without cure
Until I'm free I'll be taking aim
This creative mind shall be savior
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