A serving size they say is wise
Never issued a measuring cup
Nobody led with avoid demise
Here take a sweet nothing, yup!
How do you quantify gluttony?
Misrecognition from the start
Is it hunger or just bad company?
The hollow sale of a poisoned dart
Throw an arrow, remember to sharpen it before it reaches it's end target
Who is naïve enough to cross your parameters of closeness
Capture this person whose mere sight you adore
Aim at their legs, your prey will land face first on the floor
Don't be scared, Don't you worry
This is how love is meant to be
Or why would cupid, on his smooth back, so many bad intentions carry?
Or why would the heartbreakers or cheaters not worry about their actions
If they didn't know, love is never a synonym to passion, but pain
To confusion and spiraling games
Love was never stable enough to stay after an orgsm
Love, they repeated over and over
Yet it felt like it had just slipped off their tongue
Bind love in ropes of promises, skim apart their soul
Listen to their heartbeat till the gushing of their bloody lies couldn't be ignored
You'll know when the prey gets too weakened, it can't move
Just fall apart into broken shreds of a beautiful story
Piece by piece, Complete the jigsaw pattern
That lasts people eternity, then you can congratulate yourself
You've caught your prey
I stop and wonder
Where would I be
Had a chosen left vice right
another path left unseen
His hand in my life
my faith in his path
going left vice right
was not meant for me
I'll not repent these sins of mine,
The love that burns, the stars that shine.
Compassion's touch, my aching heart,
Empathy's thread that stitches where sorrow starts.
I trust the winds that whisper through the pines,
And freedom's taste in horizontal lines.
The ocean's song, a hymn to the skies,
Its waves, like breath, it's endless rise and fall.
The bushes bow, the trees hold sway,
Their roots hold truths no storms can wash away.
Roses in bloom, their fragrance soothing and sweet,
Leaves spring and fall, a dance of life, death's defeat.
Let vice be vice in virtue's cage that I hold,
For joy that's bought with love's coin is gold.
I'll feast on the sights that the earth unfolds,
The turquoise wave, the wild, untamed sea.
I'll kiss the thorns and feel every sting,
For pain is the cost of life's true spring.
And if my heart breaks open like the dawn,
It's worth the price for all I've gazed upon.
So judge me not for clinging to vice,
For love, not guilt, will be the cost.
These sins of mine, like roses, in bloom,
Each one a gift I'll will love not less.
In vice, I find the world in embrace,
A fleeting taste of life's eternal grace.
Love is really beautiful
But for those who are
Addicted to two
Never think about
The third person
It's pure selfish motive
Not selfless love.
A vice president can’t
Over-ride a president’s choice
Because the president has
The final say-so on everything
If I’m not mistaken, so
How can they be at fault
Me thinks Hillbilly Vance is too highfalutin'
A big corporate crack pot? Yeah, yer darn tootin'
Gimme Jed Clampet any day
Jethro, Granny or Ellie May
Not a hack for a huckster who praises Vlad Putin!
They hate her laugh
They hate her style
They hate her staff
They hate her guile
They hate her swagger and generous grin
But above all else,
They hate she just may win!
Republican Vice-Presidential nominee JD Vance’s comments about Donald Trump:
In DMs, he wondered whether Trump, “Is America’s Hitler.” (2015)
“Fellow Christians, everyone is watching us when we apologize for this man. Lord help us.” (2016)
“Donald Trump is a moral disaster.” (2016)
After one meeting with Trump, Vance wrote “My god what an idiot.” (2016)
“What percentage of the American population has Donald Trump sexually assaulted?” (JD Vance, 2016)
Vance tweeted: “Trump makes people I care about afraid. Immigrants, Muslims, etc. Because of this I find him reprehensible. (2016)
“I’m definitely not gonna vote for Trump because I think that he’s projecting very complex problems onto simple villains.” (2016)
“Trump’s a total fraud who doesn’t care if regular people and call him reprehensible.” (2017)
“Trump’s cultural heroin, just another opioid for Middle America.” (2017)
On Twitter (X) Vance liked tweets saying Trump committed “serial sexual assault.”
and called Trump “One of USA’s most hated, villainous, and douchey celebs.”
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A song for this:
The End of the Innocence by Don Henley
stepp'n down from presidency ~Kamala, de facto nominee
Kamala means lotus flower~accent on Ka,' Zen power
top of the ticket changed~ but the message remains the same
fight for freedom at fifty-nine ~her belly laugh we love, smiles of sunshine
here to stay~as prosecutor put predators away
potential Harris picks~for vice president as time ticks
Into our lives, God manifests in various ways.
He protects us from every stupid deed.
In the era of Esther – the biblical days,
This lovely woman was made Persia’s queen.
Today vice president holds great significance.
And Kamala Harris can emulate Esther’s glory--
A powerful place in the political landscape
And a chance to be the heroine of the story.
With shootings and corruption brewing a funk,
What will be done to save our people from harm?
Will the Lord empower her to wield His influence,
Before the silent majority raises a monstrous storm?
"How are you, my friend ?"
I am not nice
I am full of vice
and sometimes, yes, I do entice
I don't like pasta, I take rice
and if you invade my temple
I'll trample you like mice
or squash you between the nails
like a loathsome lice
so before you ask me again
here's my advice
oh no, not twice better think thrice.
did it suffice ?
or shall I say more...
in this life, how I am
how I remain
where we always pay the price
no matter how much we try to spice
being born IS the sacrifice
and I ask you, if God does not,
then who is throwing the dice?
hey, I may be a little bitter
but my heart is not ice
there is nobody
who is not a little bryce
and trapped like a hungry wolf
in their own device.
(10.28.2023)
A hideous doll became something nice:
A demon permitted a high price.
The monster shall, soon, through earned cash slice
Its seller dreaming to eat stewed rice...
Last week, The cheap like poison for mice
Now reason to drive hard bargain thrice.
"I just love the Angel", said Ann twice.
She'll forego the sprays she'd planned for lice...
But in Heaven to keep the thing vice,
Not once some Christians gave their advice
Much surprised at how such things entice
A word of wisdom should one suffice...
On nearly all things Ann throws a dice,
Soon, the irreconcilable splice,
A doll not what she readily buys,
Dollars not for dolls, when there are pies.
Across the ocean
The abnormal is normalized
There, where perverts lose shame,
Coming out of the closet,
putrid degeneracy seeks renown,
unashamedly, sensuality is stuffed on your throat.
begging for acceptance by law,
innocent kids no longer safe,
a subtle compelling propaganda
men supposedly intelligent,
advocating immoral identity
urging us all to give up our sanity
from toleration to acceptance,
as gradually society degenerates
I stick to my African values.
And stand aloof in awe and amazement
In this day and time
Some of the older people wants
To be young again
Dressing, and acting like
Teens and young adults
Then there's the young people
Who's trying to be older
Dressing and acting like
Older adults, even putting
Up their age, be who you are
Don't fall into entrapments!
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