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WOMEN ARE EVIL - men ARE stupid
Women are evil, men are stupid
when it comes to affairs of the heart, the arrow of cupid
It's sometimes a game that a broken love plays
so clever these women creating such disarray
Men go in like idiots, hook line and sinker
not seeing clearly hidden by blinkers
whilst being ridden, women take men for a ride
there is almost always something sinister lurking inside
To manipulate, all they do is spread legs,for in truth men are just dumb ****s
all they think of is shooting their muck
so to summarize the last statement so easy to control
such a fixation men have on that sweet juicy hole
A nine month period a baby after this
a time when women can truly take the piss
i know men can be such bastards but in short women have the evil last laugh
they will hurt you so easily with there vengeful wrath
From restrictions on kids, to doing your best mate
as i said, just opening legs men just take the bait
yes there are enlightened ones like myself, who recognize this
still with my kid a women controls me and takes the piss
Men are from Mars, women are from Venus
wouldn't it be funny if i was a women with a *****
just to clarify so you understand
i could have an evil intention coupled with a stupid plan
If i had the mind, genetics and equipment equal from each sex
i could get ****ed,**** also cry from cruel texts
i could start a campaign to change how both parties can be
i'd be the one to set both men and women free
Okay there would still in the future be a few underground freaks
would have the evil, stupid thing going on, not taking in my speech
but it's just my thoughts, this will obviously never be
one can only dream, loose oneself in a fantasy
For those who hear my words, take in all that i write
men will always be stupid they will never see the light
so women can continue being evil playing their evil game
today, tomorrow, the future will always be the same
For while women have a pussy, a sweet juicy hole
that will always be the ticket to gain easy control
its like dangling a carrot on a string in front of a donkey
they are the organ grinders we are the monkeys
Men are dominant and strong, women are subservient and weak
whosoever made this bold and silly statement, let the ****ers speak
men are stupid, women are evil and clever
to be honest i see no change, it will be this way forever
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Paul Powell Poem
CYBER SHAG
(A silly poem)
It's good to cyber shag, talk message or chat
It's ok to flirt, it's harmless to act at times like a twat
It's good to be cool, to joke it's so nice to be heard
If I was Irish would 3 be shit! of course it would it's turd
Yes i am sharp like stannah, the famous of blades
Hard work leaves periods of dullneess
and no time to geting laid ;)
Whooo a bit raunchy, have i gone to far
no if you're a modern free thinking woman, suffragettes burn that bra
Gawjuice, baba, C REE ARSE, clever use of words
Wtf, sounds funny you think! definitely not absurd
one doesn't need mr sheen to shine, or even brasso
? Do you like fajitas from old El Paso
I love my hot food, yes I do love my spice
variety mmmmm, that definitely is nice
some people are breakable flowers, some dog turd on metal
what I'm saying is, for those non flowers, i wont be calling them petal
Anyway i hope these words bring on a pubescent smile
I can say with confidence I've got style
So it's back to work for me no time for play
There is always porn if that helps wehay ;)
Don't you think taramasalata sounds like ta ra ma see you later?
I use to have a thing for Eastenders Cat Slater
But no more I can say without hesitation
I'd rather choke the chicken beat the meat technical word masturbation ;)
So ta ta farewell au revoir chow
to all that read this, how you like me now
Xxxx
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I am not perfect I am not a saint
I have my vices my loves my hates
I am human flawed not unlike most of humanity
I can admit to this quite openly
I cry at times, I laugh equally as much one can see
I'm very much happy complacent relaxed I try to be stress free
Any problems in my life are minuscule yes I compare
To the struggles of others everywhere
Friends who've lost family members the stabbings knives carried by young boys
Those around me still suffering silently their friends don't even know
Why can't it be like the old days
Fisty cuffs no knives or gun play
I strive to be better I move forward I analyse
I wish so much suffering would disappear I hate hearing the cries
I've found purpose in my life I just have to hold on learn not to let go
I was for the longest time a lost soul
empty with so little to show
I now see much clearer so brightly for me the road is lit
I now know my purpose in life & I'm so elated with this
the energy that flows surrounds me
the positive force
I feel alive spirits lifted at last I am free
What the future holds for me I do not know
But where it seems to be leading me I am compelled to follow
Blessed I feel yes blessed be
If I have continual inner happiness I can help others to be like me
Much calmer more clarity I think deeply I analyse
I'm writing these words cos I've truly opened my eyes
Yes one can have ones eyes open but can one truly see
Yes I surely can because as i said earlier I've been set free
I am not bound to the world I don't worship material gain or worldly needs
I have my life my health my inner strength I want to succeed
No darkness surrounds me but so much positive I can't complain
try not to let negativity bombard & disrupt ones brain
Well to be me not perfect Flawed disorganised I do try
To make myself better so happy am I
When you're reading this please i want you to understand
I am moving forward il make myself a better man
So to all I offer my positive energy
Take some I don't mind
but leave me a little yes I'll be fine
I draw this to a close it has soon reached its end
I've found my calling my purpose from now to my life's end
I know what I am now but in the future what I'll be
I'll be ascended I will fly yes I believe this to be
I'll help others selflessly as much as I can
and those that know me already will truly understand
I love this fact the changes slowly I see
i know it won't be instant, ke se rah what will be
My eyes speak the truth honesty in my words
Extra extra read all about it I will not be deterred
from the path that I've been clearly set for me
Unburdened ill head towards light & get to where I want to be
Where that is yet not so clear but the signs are there it shows
All I know it's a wondrous happy place, a place to learn be enlightened I know
I am ready to take this journey I am so ready to grow
So let me get on this mission a challenge I'm sure
It's my life I intend not to hold back anymore
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I'm seeing life more clearly now i am free content happy, I will soar &I'm ready to fly xxxx
6/6/2012
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We're Only Human
Moments of weakness + physical attraction causes pain
A chance meeting not planned look out for the rain
It shouldn't be done but so many people do
I was once a coward, but that's long past, I am somewhat new
This age old problem, what humans know & see
not content with one love, don't want 2 set free
Another arises one should do the right thing
But no cowards we are, so heartache it brings
Sneaking around, making that excuse for a moment of pleasure
Connection is worse, just sex is much better
Cos to meet on a level,to connect with ones mind
Arises to complications, something one will find
Cheating is cheating, well yes all the same
But different reasons one finds to get into this game
Neglecting from him, makes her lonely & insecure
So attention from another, is so hard to ignore
He wants to empty his loins, it is said mans aim is spreading his seed
So different to women, another they're less inclined to need
So it's more a mans sin, hmmmm! is it natures way?
Or is that an excuse for a bit of play
Well as I said once I was a coward, but that now ain't me
I'm glad for who I've become and how I'll always be
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MIRROR MIRROR
Mirror, mirror as i gaze at you on the wall, I am sure.....
I am Paul not Paula
I am 6" 2" I am not any shorter
I am black I'm not white
I ignore the darkness, embrace the light
I have dreads with blond bits in my hair
I'm a well built grizzly not a cute care bear
But mirror answer me this am I clever or stupid
Am I poisoned with the arrow of Cupid
Have i mastered the written language, the spoken word
or do I just talk shite or is the last statement absurd
I look in the mirror
i ask am a saint or a sinner
Am i ugly Betty or a beauty pageant winner
Does the sun shine when I enter or is the room empty when I leave
Mirror on the wall I ask non but truth
i implore you not to deceive
Mirror mirror on the wall
if I am the fairest then answer my call
Mirror your a reflection back says what you see
But I wonder how I reflect on others and how they see me
Paul (Predman) Powell 24/5/11
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TASTE IT
Come & taste my delectable cuisine
That tickles your senses you know what I mean
A palatable pleasure that teases & excites
This is my doing my connoisseurs delight
One taste a smell you're already hooked
Trust me my food never gets overlooked
A bite just a nibble craving for more
Once the word is spread they'll be cues at my door
Ready steady cook or come dine with me
To impress the masses I do so easily
A clove of garlic black pepper a shake
I could impress royalty with the food that I make
A natural flair I have & I love to create
I know it's not hard for one to appreciate
Yes give credit where credit is due
Hmmm methinks I'll have fish tonight dessert apple stew
Anyways that's enough of my idle boast
Salmon pate seems nice I'll have mine on toast
I actually have a gift with the rhyming thing to
Come try my coq au vin delve into my vin da loo
From curried chicken to a tuna bake pasta
Just like Levi Roots I'm one talented black brother
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Let's get ready to rumble
Il turn the man 2 a mountain il make da weak become strong
Il make da loser become a winner make him b no 1,
I am the mentor 4 champions I'm at da forefront of weight loss
ill transform your body yes I'm da big boss
I train with such fury I ave da tigers eye
the buzz of da gym watch da dumbbells Fly
I train with precision with no head swell
da proof is in da pudding da results 1 can tell
da changes ul see as u adopt my chain of thought
leaving at door your ego u will not b caught
In da mentally that I constantly see everyday
trust me Jodie you don't wanna be that way
ok da trainer of champions an exaggeration of da truth
but you'll be da best although sometimes I can b uncouth
but all in all pure honesty I speak
we will take it steady improvements in coming weeks
so this is journey now no more do you have 2 wait
let da monsters roar let da lion out of it's gate
let da Olympians look down let da legends assemble, Jodie da Westman lets get ready to ruuuuuumble
this is your time to shine x
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THE BULLIE
Why are you always laughing at me
Why do you call me names
Just because I'm so different from you, for you to drive me insane
hurting my brain
It saw an introverted me, closed up
I felt alone all through my secondary school
It made me stronger in later life, no one now treats me like a fool
It does hurt, it still hurts at times
bullies leave scars, permanent ones a memory it pops in ones my mind
I was the new girl yes, i was all in black, i
didn't fit in with the bullies persona, pretty girl yes, the prom queen, very popular ( couldn't do no wrong )
From the moment I walked in the main school door
I was seen as an inanimate object, another victim they where waiting for
It left a scar, cut me deep memories that i would rather of left behind
It's permanently etched into my mind
I've tried councillors, so many groups I knew so many were in the same position
I cried so many tears it's been ten years I remember still with a passion
I have to keep strong I had to take action
I have to face my demons no more would i let it show
Still I am that little girl inside I have to
Let go
To face, to conquer, to talk control of what once was before
Is the only way to move forward
To unlock that door
To open up, to face ones fears when bullied this one has to do
If you face up to all and show
others how they can be to
Yes this is easier said than done
Because the bully is usually one tough son of a gun
Try standing up to them they have something to hide
bullies have there own insecurities deep inside
Thats why this is the path that they choose
But face up to them surely they will lose
Be positive, never back down don't give in to this yes easier said than done
Because a bully is only a bully if you let him be one
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THE PARTY
There's a party going on in my subconscious
There's a siesta in my head
if it wasn't for all this excitement
i might as well be brain dead
There are fireworks in my motor area
New year in my cortex
in my cerebellum it's Christmas
who says all on my brain is sex
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FLY
The light will come, the
darkness will disappear
It will disperse into the
midnight air
The clouds that dampen,
darkness surrounds
It's a natural progression, it's
soon to be found
Ones mind in turmoil, with a
ferocity a force
Expel the dark energy, nature
must not take that course
One has to be free to have
clarity of thought
Do not fall on that path of
negative thought
If you believe you can fly you
can fly
If we know ourselves we can
touch the sky
A strength within, just have the
courage to bring forth
Unburden oneself, refrain from
going north
Live for the now, conquer your
fears
As I said before. make
everything clear
What you've dreamed , let you
dreams be so
control your fait and follow the
path destiny says you should
go
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