many of us fail because
we made distant decisions in life
and then we tried to blame the devil
when it caused us nothing but strife
because distant decisions can be detrimental
to your destiny
as you didn't consult God in prayer
nor give Him the opportunity
to weigh in on the path
or the choice you had to make
for you went rogue and completely
forsaken your faith
to say you trust in God
and then don't go to Him in prayer
you then make dumb decisions
and find yourself in dire despair
so stop blaming the devil for the unsanctioned choices you decide
for when you get to the judgment gate
the Lord God will tell you to please step aside
Catte'Moutte, is the position below
Corp. Manager. If the numbers are
Right and both staff and he has enough
Votes, 24/30 he will be
Acting management
Number one contender
And the Blah, Blah (company refuses
to recognize the championship)
Worlds Champion.
Penciling in the main event with
Chances in the card, wasn't easy
It involves a lot of give and opps.
It company is prone to change. due
to its position. Each championship
Has it's sponsor/sponsors. Sponsorship
Uses it's clout, the ball is on the field
The horse is in the barn, tickets are sold
But the event hasn't been finalized. Therefore
In conjunction with the Council of Professionals
And the Pro Wrestling Guild , unsanctioned unification
Matches with unite these four titles to create
The third man out. Pro Wrestling Canada's open weight champion
The all Pacific Worlds champion
The Great North All. Atlantic Champion
South America Best Championship
With temperLy unite to
Create the All Worlds United Championship!
A bus in the hand,
Is worth two that fail to land,
Or fail to stop on demand,
Because they are needed,
when trains do not run as planned,
Or there has been slide of hand,
From drivers on a mission unsanctioned,
By those in command.
The good news is that the bus in my hand,
Stops within walking distance at my command,
Which is a lucky break for my chances of
staying above Ground,
Longer than planned,
With heart and lungs feeling needed,
And legs that are no longer unmanned,
With a good dose of natural Vitamin D,
That helps steady my hand,
And gives my brain a chance to expand.
So, I thank buses out of hand,
When I am tempted,
To wait on a bus that was scheduled,
But with no intention to arrive on time stated,
on the electronic notice board,
That those in the know never take for granted,
Whenever the word scheduled,
Remains unchanged,
And there is a near enough bus on hand.
,
Tattered like an old love letter
Grasped too often in withered fingers
Folded and unfolded in an effort to remember
A long ago romance and those secret trysts
Beneath bowers of summer flowers
And too soon ended by elders
Shocked and scandalized by a love
They could not fathom and could not endure
Existing in the shadows of unsanctioned socialties.
The words in the letter are faded
But what does that matter to the eyes
Of the aged whose life has been tattered
And torn and then reborn in the image
Of what was patently proper in the minds
Of the neighbors and then sent the carriage
That carried her far from the arms of her lover
And trysts beneath bowers of summer flowers
In the long gone days of her youth.
A secret smile lights up only for you
an unspoken promise of what’s to come;
Shivers, tingling down your spine
as breaths' soft kisses caress skin
Unsanctioned tremors, your body reacts
to yearnings reflecting in those eyes,
Tacit entreating invoke echo’s of pleasure
on waves of heat crashing into your mind
Your body responds, inching ever nearer
till you're in front of those reflecting pools
That smile ever wider, lit brighter and brighter
a salute to passions fervent twin
That touch electric, surging your body
taking you to new heights as you fill his embrace
Those pools of delight summon closer and closer
amity budding to intimate ardor
the dream of delight has been set into place
Lips tickle by touch as they join into one
a sense of urgency quickens the pace
intensity building on every touch
The journey to bliss has begun
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It’s the purest form of mind wipe known thus far,
erases all mental defective stigmas
Especially that stubborn frontier viral strain
Individualism is a fretting disease ...
thinking you can do without the government,
citizen, please!
You have be real sick to think like this,
but fortunately, your friendly government got the fix:
Holistic mind wipe
for the low, low price of $199.99
So surgically quick,
you’ll be home before dinnertime
The Holistic method is the safest procedure
known thus far
Any strains of authoritarian rebellion
will have been genetically stripped away
A docile populace is now here to stay,
they just go along with
whatever the government say
Offering no resistance at all,
they’re loyal federated citizens who made the call
Now it’s your turn
... it's your duty, unsanctioned citizen,
to make that call
Go get that government seal of approval
Sign up for the next appointment to receive:
The Holistic mind wipe ... all pure, no gripe
for the low, low price of $199.99
It’s so medically cheap, that this offer of
stealing from the government should be a crime
Intimate cushion of your embrace
Eyes open and cocoon was just a farce
Elapsed moment a dream
Present abode like any other place
Absent mortal impression on sheets unwrinkled
Madeup lodging, your absence more pellucid
Arrogance, an escort to rising phoenix
To other's sensitivities, response less jumbled
Swamped in syrup of shattered illusion
Alas, intelligence in shade of celestial govern
Sequences escalate, wisdom unsanctioned
Streamlines quill in a marathon sea of expression
Awaiting the echo of love
One's choice worthy despite your defiance
For even though seems like eons
Still young, vehemence of one's emotions
A taste of air, par horizon
From that fateful
first day we crossed
paths,
I have dreamed of
us sharing numerous
baths.
Fantasized how we
would entwine our
bodies,
As we danced to
passion's drums...
no studies.
Books and lessons we
have abandoned,
Our love all that
matters, though
unsanctioned.
Our families blood
feud precludes our
love flowering,
The ground stained
forever from
bloodletting.
Forbidden though it
may be, it grows
defiantly,
Stronger with each
bloody sunset.. so
passionately.
Come.. my love my
desire..let's take
flight,
For our child's
future we must
escape our plight.
Love...not hate we
must to our child
impart,
For to us God has
gifted his wondrous
work of art.
A Pontiak Original.
( All Rights
Reserved )
Ecstasy
It begs replenishment
Fever
It screams for sacrifice
Need
It wants our undying devotion
Light pours into the unsanctioned places
Filling up a corner with its angry light
For it wishes to purge us
Of all our sins and delight
If all this is too arduous a task
Feel free to ask assistance
For I am here to be your friend
A pillar in the sand.
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