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New Future Of The Internet Cable cost are up too high You turned to the internet and so have I My Youtube channel is the way to go Now I can even make video shows I group the videos to make a show To bring you the best of where I go For kids the mower and stove videos I also have vehicles and some scarecrows Kids can watch from morn til night with lots of things for a kids delight Light houses, ship building, and horses too Antique barn yards and tractor pulls just for you Aviation, taxidermy, and crafty wood works Viewwithme Youtube has all the quirks The historical homes make a great tour Contest and oxen pulls are never a bore Animal friends, I haven't forgotten you I have horses, dogs, cows and sheep too Plenty of petting pens and milking for you And a simple click is all you have to do A lot of shows with a mix for all Like demolition derby or a stunt so tall So if you dropped the cable and you have a need I have three channels for you to see By: Doris Anne Beaulieu https://www.youtube.com/user/Viewwithme
there across the wind rides my silly pride at times a sturdy arrow at times a butterfly how often i chose to follow the path of the sturdy arrow its landing was hard to find however, when i chose to try the path of the butterfly never, was i too far behind
I met a Sheriff the other day. Just teasing, I happened to say. I am stopping by to pay my taxes. Giving you my money before axes, He said to me, "I get none of that money". I looked up in surprise, and thought, how funny. He and many others forget our taxes pay salaries. They work for us and their duties are in galleries. Without working people to pay taxes, they would not be. They forget these things after office acquired you see. They pump us up upon the Election Day's arrival. Reinstatement in public office is part of survival. We the people pay for their cars, meals, homes, indeed. Our money than dispatched into the funds that do seed, Without the people paying taxes, their jobs would recede. We the people elect and pay wages, so justice will proceed. However, many law officials take rules made for all. Bending them to fit their need, in name of the law, I have the utmost respect for officers on patrol. They need to be cautious, to keep crime under control. However, to break any law, for no reason at all, indeed. Makes justice suffer, two wrongs make a misdeed, Their pledge, for no reason at all to break their creed, Serve and protect, without wrongdoing, as agreed. An oath, I know they all take and so easily forget after. Some upon that tomorrow, just ease back in laughter.
The narrow path to treason is only a word away. To falter in your reason or explore unauthorized dissent. To question fearless leaders or a decision from the bench. The narrow path to failure, oppose the status quo and down you go.
Globally, miners jubilantly jump for joy Smiles on the faces of every girl and boy The grins of a newly opened Xmas toy Thatcher's dead. Trade unionists bounce along the street Music blaring and the tapping of feet From nurses to Bobbies still on the beat Thatcher's dead. Street parties announced in the nation Satan who brought economic inflation Is deceased, now's the time for elation Thatcher's dead. Its times like this I'm sad I'm an atheist And can only shout and wave my fist And then go to the pub and get pissed Thatcher's dead.
The Color Missing Red, black, and blue are the colors of our work pens. Red is the color of the blood we spill on other people's mistakes. Blue is the color of the songs we sing on tax forms or pay stubs- every page has a secret melody. Black is the color of the streets we fear most. Black is the color of our signature of approval. Black is the color of our death. 'But what about the Green pens?' I ask. They say 'the ink is too hard to see.'
One of Life's indisputable facts: Government reserves the right to tax; And tho' they waste far more than they should, It's supposedly done "for the common good." Economists use the word "propensity," Just a fancy word for "odds", you see: The odds you'll save, the odds you'll spend, And how many Tax Dollars those odds will rend. The basis for U.S. government budgets is "Total Tax Dollars Collected"; And any overtures to reduce those collections are summarily rejected; And should a source of taxes have declined or dissipated, Other taxes are increased and/or new taxes are created. Many, if not most, of these taxes are "regressive". That means their actual impact on income is "progressive"... But "progressive" in a very negative way. Relatively speaking, the Less you make, the More you pay. Whether you make it or sell it, need it or want it, Congress will tax it; And, once a tax is on the books, Congress has zero "propensity" to relax it. Congresses, Federal and State, love to tax Luxury and Sin; Smoking Sinners have had their taxes raised again and again and again. Cigarette taxes are frequently raised, the "claim" is to drive users to quit; But Truth is measured in Billions in taxes, so we know supporters are "full of it." Meantime, Non-smokers reap many benefits, while Smokers foot the bill; And if that should change, Non-smokers would taste a financially "bitter pill." Taxed and taxed and taxed some more, but not yet into submission, Smokers could shift their tax burden to Non-smokers…without their permission. Yes, what if one Fateful day, those Smoking Sinners, Each and Every one, Just put them down and said, "I quit."; said en masse, "We're done!" Congresses would be clamoring to derive Billions in Taxes elsewhere, At first, Non-smokers may not realize the impact they're about to bear. When an industry dies, businesses and people's jobs are lost…it's true; But all those Tax Dollars must come from somewhere...the likes of me and you. So righteous, whining Non-smokers maintained their hue and cry. Ever pushing Congresses to tax those Smoking Sinners… tax them 'til they die; But after quitting, Ex-Smokers would pay less, while Non-Smokers would pay more. Guess Non-smokers didn't think far enough ahead, didn't really know the score. All those dreary anti-smoking ads, many of which falsified the cause, Would disappear. And what about all the useless anti-smoking laws? Instead of Non-smokers not liking Smokers, Ex-Smokers would serve instead. "The bastards are costing me money. I wish they had smoked 'til they were dead." So, Ex-smokers would be getting healthier and spending far less; And may be cause for some Non-smokers' financial distress. While they ruefully pay more, Ex-smokers' pocket books will attest By reminding Non-smokers daily......the Last Laugh is Best.
You women Know how to make The best of what you've got in you You do it everyday in your life
"Hello, hello Good Morning!" The salesman says, (though it's actually late afternoon.) (We can't have them rushing off,) he thinks, (when I have cars to move!) "See this little beauty…" (The side I'm leaning on anyway!) "I've so many interested buyers, I'm sure, this car will sell today!" The salesman sizes up the couple who clearly like the car. "Zero to sixty in nothing flat!" (Though you may not get that far!) "Previous owner? Took fine care." (To wreck the interior in the rear!) "Runs so smooth, purrs like a cat." (But sticks when changing gears.) The well learned smile, the soothing voice, the salesman sees his chance. "Let's step inside, we'll work it out, my dears you can always finance!" (The hidden costs, no don't mind those, just the way it's done.) "Sure come on in, have a seat, this is when it becomes fun!" As usual the costs are more than they think they can afford. (Of course if we didn't start out doubled, we salesmen would get bored!) "Now look here it's just a bit more, I know just how you feel. With a car like this, I'm the one who loses. Believe me this is a great deal!" (Yes indeed I lose this bucket of bolts I've had to push. Never mind the oil leak, or the tires have turned to moosh.) "Well… because you seem so nice I'll take this much off too." (There they are the happy smiles, too bad the jokes on you!) The salesman he waves goodbye as the car drives off the lot. Another couple, a little wide eyed, sees the new car in its spot. "Hello, hello! Good afternoon!"(Sunset reflecting off of the wheel.) "I've another buyer for this one but… you look nice, let's make a deal!"
L Long ago travelled Kings O Opened their minds to prophecies V Visiting from afar they brought gifts of Gold, Fracincense and Myrrh E Eastern Star guiding them lighting the way C Company of Heavenly Host A Allelujah! Angels appeared to Shepherds, telling Savior born M Manger for bed wrapped in cloths in Town of David E Evangelically proclaimed Christ the Lord D December 25th designated day O On which we recollect W Why/way Christ entered our world N Nativity only part of His story A A new testament T Tells of new covenant between God and His people C Christ's coming to Earth H Hailed as new born King, Holy R Risen Lord, righteous redeemer, I Intercedes for us as S Spiritual Saviour to save sinners souls T Time for Truth, Trust, Trinity M Man's belief in God of Love, A As Father Son and Holy Spirit S Shall be saved
P aranoia permeates, etching itself into your fractured face, A cacophony of constant pressure; life remains a stressful race, N othing to hope for, no positives like promotion in the workplace, I nability to love, relationships lift anchor and set sail without chase, C hildren crushing dreams under mortgages; age grows with disgrace !!
I was just trying to remember the past trying to remember the good people and the bad people, that i came across on my way, i want you to know that you are among the good people that left a good trace in my life, once again i just want to say thank you for passing through my life, is so short but is wonderful i want you here forever.
Sharp Suited Sharks Feeding Fervently Feasting, Foul Fiends Covetous Cuthroats, Cultured Convicts Convincing Innocents Inked In Immensely Incurred Interests, Indebted Enslaved, Effaced Emotions, Exasperated
I Don't Care... I don't care, if you're battered black and blue, I don't care, just as long as I can drink and screw. I don't care, if you've lost your damn job, I don't care, you're just a kernel off the cob. I don't care, when I see you begging in the street, I don't care, I get to suckle on capitalism's raw teat. I don't care, about the elderly, the poor, or the weak, I don't care, if the earth will be inherited by the meek. I don't care, if the climate is warming, I'm so much cooler, I don't care, in my penthouse I'm the boss, the only ruler. I don't care, for those rolling for scraps in the muck, I don't care, I really don't care, cos' I don't give a f**k inspired by Bob Geldof's "The Great Song of Indifference"
The Noose is tightening. The 5's and 10's yanked from our hands and aching backs Are spent on band-aids: A last stand effort to plug the holes in our hearts When the price of drowning is only getting higher So we turn to tiny acts of thievery Taxes prettied up, cashiers uncorrected, Stealing at the edges because we're backed into corners, Corners Glittering with promises corners Dripping with possibility, With Island resort wallpaper Sold in bulk at Wal-Mart for Profit: A trail of crumbs called America- Which has curdled our souls and we love it! And hate it and gossip about it and think obsessively about it and then We find the most expensive friends our looks can afford, Shopping for substance (50% off) Staring through the eye of a screen Light speed in pursuit of heaven on earth (Ignore the plastic)- Until pop! We die of ADHD. Never having had the chance to smell the genetically modified roses. Never having had the chance to see through this kingdom of ideas As we served out our sentence to life in cubicle. Jacob Reinhardt 10/24/2013
waiting in line for long periods of time that seems like its dragging as my patience is crumbling my mind is slipping i feel like its a crime to make me wait in line as the line gets longer i just wanna break down and cry my patience is officaly gone i can't wait any longer if the line gets any more copious i think i will die i rather just step out of line
How often do you visit the Library? And what do you see? I see oceans and seas of books plus a homeless man doing zzz's.. He'd apparently been reading before, he fell deep asleep. He can stay there, they say, as long as he doesn't lie down to sleep. Sitting up is OK and of course, as long as he doesn't create a scene. He's kind and gracious and a little strange but can debate any role When he walked over, we had a talk about the devil verses mind control. Without asking, what he really wanted was someone to buy him lunch. There's a McDonalds two doors down from where we were bunched. I don't know what I expected when he woke up and looked around. But when I asked if he was homeless he wasn't fazed at all. Yes, I have been for a while, he said, but my boat will soon come in. And I realized the library is a warm, safe place to relax and to be. And the librarians seem content to just let him be. In the end, I was sorry I couldn't buy him that lunch. But recently, my abilities to do so had become a little stretched. I used to buy the books I read… now the library is more my taste. I just hope if it comes to that… he'll graciously share this place. The library even has computers from where you could write. And the people there are varied and really rather kind. I'm on the edge but whole family's once prosperous are already there. Cheap hotel rooms in even cheaper hotels, once skirted are full. The jobs don't pay for anything more. They are: Bitter, Disgruntled, Lost. Needed are better and more jobs to re-establish the American Dream. To give them some hope so they can go back there again… And don't just act toward them… like they're your library man… Give them back their American Dream as best you can. Voice of Reason Contest
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I stood in front with a long red dress I wasn't sure what to do I hadn't planned on this, and took off my left shoe I wanted to jump on the tramp, but oh the mess Every person took their turn Lots even got a burn Some fell and got bumps Others made large jumps I waited for my chance Standing behind my hunky boy He sized me up and jumped on the toy Moving like a dance I separated my two feet And tied my skirt in a knot The skirt became pants and I moved to the spot I smiled and bounced on my seat
< Horses and snowflakes Illuminating to it's tongue's pallet's plate Open carriage rides Falling flakes in the eyes City strewn lights Hoof's echoing through out the night Fleece blankets Cider drank it Horns blare People's stare New York's Central Park An home for many after dark Four miles of bridal paths Drawn coaches to bring you back So horses and snowflakes Fills this ones poet's pallet's plate Written By Katherine Stella My Theme Was Both Horses And Snowflakes This Is An Entry For Constance ~A Rambling Poet 's ~ Contest G.L. All
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< office assistant she plays the role phones radio computer her job city county state as her clients trees animals traffic she responds phones radio computer her job spills decomposed flesh she acknowledges trees animals traffic she responds foremen walk in's to her no matter phones radio computer her job city county state as her clients spills decomposed flesh she acknowledges office assistant she plays the role Entry For Frank Herrera's Sounds And Smells Contest G.L. All
Millions of lives and souls untold And to account it all Words, lines, films Imagination trims A sliver of soft, scarlet ribbon Hollywood rounds Quills deliver Writers flare with passion so strong Filling minds with fantasies, reveries, histories Tragedies We consume it all like freshly baked bread We feed until we are engorged and fed A viral, universal mess Ideas and unmade memories Nothing more or less My eyes remain glued to the screen Living it all out Tears dare to flow—to doubt I should have thought of that Can I truly let myself believe, Someone else lived that! Pound away your directors, script-writers, fighters For miles and miles of stories remain unread While the unknown remain in the grounds of humble malnourishment Dead Careers for the mind with a twist of the fable Left us savage for the meal and the crumbs under the table I can never let the raw truth rest Naked, bare and empty—soothed Nothing more or less I cringed for originality Observed the world through the unedited scripts The very act, the poetry pact The wild animal drooling in the back I was slapped in the face by my boss who had cracked As the reviews bloated less and less They wanted something awful, something flaw-ful—something new And this empty brain in agony—HISSED I have lived in no epic battle of account Of the collateral sufferings of my brothers The stories the red carpet smothers And still I ache to create Before the other ones discover I returned with ''oh me's' and 'oh my's'' With a work of pure genius—a storybook of lies Nothing more or less Little have I lacked to dream Of contortioned pulls and dramatic fire Stories that rarely brittle or tire I fiddled with precious glass on edge Foully eager for self-damage As if it would trigger some legitimate spark Searching for creatures and features in the dark No one unlocked the passage that night For the starving idea-parched malice of right But all welcomed with open arms A pale mannequin filled with jewels and charms Consuming, fuming dooming All ghosts hoping, screaming, looming Hoping that one day they would find themselves on the big screen Their legacy real as it can possibly get Nothing more or less
"What's your story?" she questions, "you seem interesting." wildflower eyes ~SIDE-NOTE: I reply, "NOW." (Kwan$aba! Ha! Really, often people become confused by such a unique response not this one... she's a beauty shiny minded stone lives warm under veins lacks definition of alone tho solo she stands tallest green blade unscathed each time the oily blade passes above erect she stays the same tingling pulses exhale her pores she'd rather sink than have to think the way of worldly whores still... malice skips her no ripples in the lake dripping from her face sunshine slips across tangerine cheeks gold flows throughout waves streaming locks sky clear eyes surprise those choosing to be consumed by her entice hands free of envy no webs to spin hips unmolested thighs slick turpentine be warned she will divide you no voodoo or silly twisted games though safe may escape you blemish-less untangled... the girl she Goddess baby of zero maybes KNOWS.... how? she knows as clarity lent us its giant umbrella her lipstick smacked my tongue from there we never looked back ~JSLaM
A serpent underneath blue sky, in shade of man, in twinkle of an eye, above brick wall, in the structure, at the floor, venom of white dove; contaminated food, undrinkable water, misguided youth, pregnant daughter, unfaithful father and hateful son, mothers do pray while we walk through Babylon; on teli and in the press, on top shells, price none the less, in bedroom and at your door.. dawn of a new day seemed to be dark, after all.
Beautiful scenery, rolling hills with craggy cliffs adorned with winter scrub clinging to impossible places. Narrow winding roads, leading somewhere, maybe nowhere, finding out when we get there. Rounding a bend just enjoying the scene, finding an eyesore almost obscene. In the ground in front, towering high a plague of of wind turbines I did espy.Not the Quixotic or Dutch that are nice. These huge monstrosities seem to crowd the very sky, killing birds by the score with their whirling wings. The race is on to harness the wind for soon the earth will cease to give up its treasure just so we can enjoy our leisure. Here rivers do not flow for most of the year and our island needs power but not nuclear. So the turbines have come to march over the mountains like a white army of whirling dervishers that sadly will be the future, unless they can harness the suns free power much better.Time and nature will tell, if only we let her.
THE CITY AND THE STATE OF PLAY TODAY No one worries about morals today They follow the rules they create So to them all is ok Those on the outside looking in Are the only ones feeling queasy As avarice and selfishness triumphs So easily Good corporate citizens they claim to be Industry awards abound on their walls As thank you tokens from themselves Yet society harbours a lot of ill-will As it feels the often brute force of The raid Grab And destroy mentality Of people only wishing to make money Any which way While Using up all of society's communal resources Sharks abound The waters are forever bloody as they Know no fraternity and would gladly Cannibalize anyone with no influence The ability to upend competitors A cherished characteristic In a bullish machismo drenched environment Bullet proof psyches Absorb and repel any pangs About unfairness Blocking any regulatory or chattering classes' Attempt at nirvana and equality They employ better paid lobbyist So always have the upper hand In influencing policy The gravitational attraction of money Towards another even bigger pot of money Numbs any cautionary instinct That would take a long term view The thrill of instant riches Overpowers common sense And even decency Fat cats they all wish to be The slickness of glossy tongued lobbyist Who spin wrongs till they become rights Embolden oestrogen low males with no inbuilt brakes To take risks that eventually cost them disgrace They are champions of graft not of society Loopholes in legislation That were built in by too friendly politicians Coupled with ambiguous suits and claims Cause far reaching hardship when the good old days are long gone The villains only muster some phantom national pride When begging for a lighter sentence Some are forgiven Others fatally wounded by an unforgiving public Lots of money can be made both legally and illegally As one racket is closed another materialises instantly The conveyor belt of dishonesty Overwhelms bureaucracy Who is not David to the goliath that is money The ethos is wealth The acquisition and the maintaining of gains Not often acquired through hard work There is no limit of acceptable financial comfort For the millionaire always wants to be a billionaire And the mega rich super rich Money must always be hidden from the taxman Shareholders want tax free dividends Investors want tax breaks for buying with other people's money Infrastructure and new runways must be built But not from the pocket of those who wish it With their hands outstretched And always wanting more and more From a government too eager to please We have a tax system geared to the advantage of party donors And non-domiciled moguls and tycoons Who know no philanthropy unless it is tax efficient Disadvantaging society by Never paying their fair and moral share The largess they reap so selfishly They wish not to share Wages are low Taxes are nil Only the investor wins as we pay his bills Fast paced expansionist dogma Is preached within city limits Only the highest paid The biggest company The greatest profits Are allowed They are held up as ideals that all who Wish to succeed must follow Gunslingers they all appear to be Rushing in to capitalize on the wanton success of their peers The cloud of misery left behind Is never seen for the look forward Never backward Hindsight is never welcomed in this parasitic environment The political will to weed out these reckless demons Is lukewarm at best The revolving door of government creating opportunities For industry and industry gratefully accepting politicians post government Ensures that self-interest is king An economy built on flawed assumptions of wealth creation Is one that must forever be in hyper-drive Creating ever expanding demand and supply That is as real as a thief's conscience When taking the rings off a dead persons fingers Money must always be made for There is no alternative Wealth is good Poverty to them is laziness The city is not the heart and soul Of the nation It is but one player in a system skewed in its favour We all must share in the wealth of this country To ensure its longevity
Time does our earth presence sever But the post office is clever And offers for sale For its eternal mail A stamp that is good forever Author's note: The idea that anything associated with this planet will be consumed "forever" is peculiar and laughable. It is also destructive in that business holds the truth in shadows.
The Petty Posh-Wahzee - Liberation & Ostentation The Not-So Distant Past: The fallen fighters for freedom, are unable to turn in their graves, their battered, fragmented bones, mixed with a handful of torn rags, are all that remain, a mute reminder of their selfless valiant sacrifice. They endured brutal Apartheid harassment, detentions without trial, torture in the cells, and mental anguish when loved ones disappeared, they left their homeland, to continue the struggle against racial bigotry, while countless others fought the scourge of white-minority rule at home. Nelson Mandela and many, many others, spent their lives imprisoned, on islands of stone, and on islands of the cruellest torture, yet they stood, never bowing, never scraping, they stood, firm for ideals for which they were prepared to die, and many, many comrades did die, at the hands of the callous oppressor, and many, many comrades perished in distant lands, torn from their homes, while the struggle continued, for decades, soaked in blood, in tears, in pain. The Present: 19 years have passed, since freedom was secured at the highest of prices, delivering unto us, this present, a gift of emancipation from servitude, a freedom to walk this land, head held high, no longer second-class citizens, in the land of our ancestors, whose voices we hear and need to heed today. I do not care much for fashion, Lewis-Fit-On and Sleeves unSt.-Moron, yet the ostentation that I witness baffles even my unsophisticated palate, our ancestors' plaintive whispers are being dismissed, left unheeded, as we browse the aisles for more and more, always for more and yet more. Asphyxiated by the excess of the Petty Posh-Wahzee, we find ourselves, perched precariously on the edge, of a dissolution of all that is humane, babies go hungry, wives are battered, our elders left in hospitals for hours, I cringe as I scribble these words, perhaps too sanctimonious and preachy, yet I know, deep in the marrow of my brittle bones, I know, I know, I know, this tree of freedom planted by the nameless daughters and sons of Africa, needs to be shielded, nurtured, protected from our very own baser impulses, so that the precious tree of freedom, may bear the fruit that may feed us all, for if not, then we are doomed, to tip over, and into the yawning abyss, we shall fall.
< wedding's party together leave space missing attendents brides grooms best man maids honor forget not thy rings petals strewn on red carpet notable winks for moms dads confetti strewn high in air board open carriage Entry For Dr's Ram Mehta's Wedding Rehearsal Dodoitsu Contest GL All Written by Katherine Stella 5/8/2011
there are 2 blank cards in the angel card deck so today I'm "depressed" for this to be the best country in the whole world today it looks sad just happy that I was a member of the age of Aquarius our best hour was revolution of 60's created big change now elephants rule just capitalistic pigs love hear themselves squeal
Sure it can live No it cant feel Something gives when the cream is real
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My tongue has no more blood; no tissue to slide through my teeth. I have bitten my tongue so long my message deflates beneath. © 2011 ~JSLambert Esquire
They said her time had come No place to run No place to hide No time for fun Just an empty vessel inside Going through the motions Numb. Overwhelming emotions They said her time had come They said her time had come Evil coats She wants to run She desires to have fun Not understanding why she can not play It is now the month of May Another denial letter Another denial to get better They said her time had come They said her time had come Why such looks of sorrow? She doesn't understand For there is always tomorrow Evil coats She takes a breath Smelling all of the flowers No place to hide Now literally an empty vessel inside They said her time had come Her time had come Her bald head Just four years old She looks to comfort from her mom and dad Why do they look so sad? Evil coats drag them away She never got that chance to go out and play Beep. Beep. Beeep.. Bleeeeep….. The room floods with long white coats Now to heaven this little girl floats Her time had come They said her time had come She was just a name No money, undeserving of fame Easy for her to be denied If only the suits had looked her in the eyes Who is to blame? Sent to the free clinic Now dead at four No insurance Ooops! What a shame… She could have been saved Now two parents at her grave Once a happy family, now destroyed Because THEY said her time had come
What you do here, is your job, life, future and health. Without each one of these, there will be no wealth. Apply and learn each day that you live and breathe. Give your all in whatever you do, protect with a sheave. Don't ever think, what you do, is just a plain job. If you let this happen, it is your soul, spirit you rob. What you do makes a difference, in someone's life. What mistakes you make, causes someone strife. So take a new look, at what you do, every day for pay. Take pride, take revelation look, and see life's display. Give thanks for all the work you do, with praise or not. For without you and what you do, everything is for naught.
Here they go again. anything to win, indulging in shameless self-promotion. layin' it on thick, makin' sure it sticks, slappin' it on like lotion. "click my stuff, and I'll click yours too. wanna feel like the best even though it ain't true?" back n' forth complements are so self defeating. inflating other's heads for praise is a blatant way of cheating. "do unto others" but don't lie, to boost their ego. misleading them to raise their hopes should clearly be illegal. no need to read a word of their work while scratching their backs bare. skimmin' skippin' scannin'… all's fair in tactical warfare. poets thought to be adored while chewin' truth's gristle. before you swallow, broke a tooth that hurt like a damn lit missile. feeding on lines with hidden agendas is worse than bein' ignored. cuz' when you find copy n' pasted comments, your hopes are sadly floored. how about reading and endorsing work you actually enjoy, instead of feedin' folks a line of crap laced with praise and "atta-boys!"
Recession made Christmas harder than ever before Family's splitting – money the core Dad's leaving to live on the street So that young hungry mouths are able to eat That some extra cash might be in the house and children might learn what Christmas is about? But without Dad gone, roof would be lost for the bills are much higher – we can't meet the cost No longer can the average family budget 2009, jobs lost, even working struggle to afford it Commercialism needs to stop building hopes and dreams Childern don't understand you are busting at the seams Disappointment reigns as kids outside taunt and tease No longer we fit in we're all on our knees Sinking. Even love has fallen apart We don't want this Christmas just haven't the heart! Expectation lower, depressions set in Politicians not helping the hole we're all in Instead raising taxes they'll crucify more and this miserable life could be at your door Will someone tell them that family should be together sharing love, life, hopes dreams whatever they weather
Work to eat or eat to work? This is seemed similar to: "Who comes first, the egg or the chick?" I want to work so I can eat I want to eat so I can work There are times I don't eat but I can still work No work no pay, no pay no eat! How could I work if banks have my wealth? Am I working for the banks? Am I enslaved by the banks? Or I am the slave of myself to love the banks? I am looking for real money to buy food Not the fiat money when cut became useless I need silver and gold when burn still holds worth! When I can have it I can eat to work! Thank you capitalism! BAY WM-KL 2:19PM, Saturday 31 March 2012 Neldy Jolo
standing at the edge of no more time I see the bottom of the grave it looks, of mud and cold without no rest in place malted ice flakes dancing in snow-ish rain i will not move no i can not move fear has taken over me how cold how sad i do not know how to fight this demon, who is not a demon but the DEVIL him self he has a head with eyes and ears who do not get caught for They Are Many and i am only one trust no one.... is not just a saying but a truth to live by for they know the price of blood and will sell out all who get in their way "My name is Legion, for we are many" "Nomen mihi Legio est, quia multi sumus"(In Latin)
Sell my properties Hopefully get out of debt Less stress in my life note: Maybe two out of three aint bad,,hopefully. written for Sponsor Tracie ~*~ Indigo Dreamweaver Contest Name ~New Years Resolution Haiku~
Man to blame, Once again to his shame, His record continues to destroy ! The beauty he did not create, nor can he save… He will never learn how to properly behave… Nature screams pointlessly once again ? Fearing where next we'll drill ? Gulf oil spill.
See you lady's are really dudes, male energy oozes from the paths you choose. You see straight lines to your end, and you believe it ends there with ONE life to attend. Just understand that world is so lonely, but as a whole you and the other boys won't be the only To cross over confused, by only yourself and YOUR CHOICE to be used. See the "rulers" of this world had plans to keep us hiding, for a "better" perceived earth or calming home to reside in. And they have succeeded as the blind don't wish to see, nor asking a ****ing question to an alternative degree. Emotions run the world but ya'll think its money, government made bills too huh? now aint that *****funny. And they prescribe medicine for every condition, thats just regulated murder with your own permission. And the "leaders" pay for "news" so you don't go knowing, the truth about nature or where we are growing Its sad you say that we're babied by the kings, you're bombarded by conspiracies for every single thing. Now if I give you a secret you promise you can keep it? Its a doozy so make sure you can read it. The same people who control you and kill all our families, and lie to our faces from cities to shanty's, and make all the rules that you're forced to live by, and keep ALL the money we've worshipped to get by.... WE ARE THE ONES WHO GAVE THEM THE POWER, AND WE CAN TAKE IT BACK AT ANY GIVEN HOUR!
< Is It Friday Yet ? Yea ~ You Bet Just Got Paid Now Want To Get Laid 7 ~ 3 Good Golly Boss On Ass Like Sharpel Of Glass Phones Ringing Off Wall Everybody And Their Mother Calls Fix This Fix That Phone I just Want To Splat Tic Tock Tic Tock Goes Slow On Dam Clock Thursday - Monday All I want To Say Is It Friday Yet And No I Can't Afford A Dreamy Jet So As The Saying Goes I'll Just Keep Crossing My Fingers And Toes Entry For Joe Flach's In Other Words Contest My Inspiration Is It Friday Yet ? LOL G.L. All
hospitals must help all who need medical care-- insurance or not
myrrh marred marinas and goose-stepped geese set sapphire to salacious rhythm under the absent sun… a fantastical flamenco curtailed caustic cues, nine-balled eighths shot straight to the soul, pool for the favelas, thought for the fools…
When the dark moon arises, and the neon signs beckon you to stare, do you venture out into this strange consumer shopping world, where ravenous shopping zombies await you if you dare, It is only for the very bold and the strongest, those who can get pushed around without the slightest of care, but if you make it through this frenzied aisled gauntlet, there awaits mega riches beyond all compare, You,ve waited all year for this precise moment, through many hardships you have struggled yet survived, You will prevail, set your sale, Ladies and Gentleman, Bon Voyage! Black Friday, the shopping high day, has arrived!
It's an honor and a privilege And a lot of fun to be A Team Member Of the SSP In 1956 Back in history The Secretaries Club was born At UTMB To orient, teach And meet socially With seminars, programs And luncheon meetings monthly With groups Of developed committees, Fundraisers and contributions Support the university It's now much more Than a club of secretaries, It's the Support Staff Professionals Called the SSP! Florence McMillian (Flo)
Your tarnished grey paint on a rotting wood canvas. This melancholy greeting from an entrance to exploitation. Why I keep meeting you in that gloomy terrain, Why I trudge through rain and grime to slave for you, Is all but unintelligible jargon, for you are but a machine. I arrive in the oily blackness at your unhealthy cavern, Imprisoned till my heart runs out of beats, Even though your piston will never. No breathing soul or pitying heart surveys, Only the hard steel, boasting well worn buttons in braille. You burn with energy but you have no enthusiasm, Just as you churn with rhythmic clatter but have no voice. This leaching sling reveals workers through its jagged cracks. Workers rid of emotion yet brimming with mechanical speed. That is all the seething metal needs to pump, It runs on sweat, not tears. I have worshiped you many years. Cowering before your powerful surges That resonate through our skin. You have us transfixed in a state of spasm. Unable to grasp the air beyond those doors, To feel its caress pour through our outspread arms. A wave of tension suffocated by your demanding clutch. Never easing, never ceasing, the bewitchment of a machine. The Organic running the mechanic. Yet seemingly visa versa. Hollow light level-pegging artificially spun air. No comfort behind those glistening bottles, Only fatigued bodies and malnourished minds. Orders to be processed, deadlines to obey. The only way to put caviar on the boss' table. The only way to exploit the hardworking uneducated. Your globalized steel shimmers in unicin, Yet its face shows pressured individuals Withering behind masks of rhythmic production. Will there be a resolution? Only if the world stops turning.
lost and weary soles looking for their better half at Auschwitz bone yard
before labor unions came into existence businesses were run like monarchies where those in positions of power treated the workers atrociously no sick days, no overtime, no vactions and no minimum wage and some work place conditions were worse than an animal's cage but throught the grace of God and American ingenuity the laborers joined together and the unions came to be organized for the advancement of the shared interest of the work force a confederation of laborers who at one time had no recourse fired without cause, no work injury compensation and hardly a lunch hour but with the labor unions now in place the workers have a measure of power bargaining for health insurance and decent salaries negotiating for better conditions and job security thank God for the unions as collectively we band one for all and all for one, united we now stand
you can't have a security company without having security guards for it's those dedicated men and women who are the company's heart how many vice presidents do you need who only sit in meetings? how many receptionists are required to answer the phones and give greetings? how is that the secretaries get a paid vacation every years? but the security officers only get the blood, the sweat and the tears divaism, nepotism and favoritism are the current trends it's not about how well you do your job but who are your friends bump schedules, no sick days and no paid lunch hours it's time for us to unite and start exercising our power we need to come together in cohesiveness and show them that we won't settle for anything less to be treated with respect, to be treated like human beings for the company to show some empathy and not the disdain we keep seeing we're not asking for a lot, we just want our fair share for you can't have a security company without the security guards being there
Working ants chant! (abridged) I am a sunrise solution I am a sunrise solution I chase clients Like a go-getter Following comfort crumbs With promised dalliance anthem With legwork related resolution That set everything in motion I am sunrise solution I am sunrise solution
As long as there has been photography, there has also been pornography. Dirty pictures fill whole magazines. The photos depicts sexy scenes. Digital shots are found on internet sites. What can be seen may cause frights. Some folks get kicks looking at what is shown. All I have to say is "to each his own". Inspired by another member's poem.
Thought you were better than the rest, Took up the challenge and passed the test. The drive is high the rank is low, Prospects are good but the road is long. Nothing you get you get for free, Boost your performance for perks you receive. Your friends and family Got left down the road, You're in the lead But you're walking alone.
Punishing the children severely only reflects badly on bad parenting skills, First, they take away little treats, that the children look forward to from week to week, It is never a temporary adjustment but a power play by the "Domestic Management", When time-out turns into a disaster they cleverly go after the bigger life events, such as parties and allowances in small increments, Time-out only serves selfish parents well, so they can turn their children into drones while they buy and sell, Yet, they complain when the little ones act detached and surly, They want to have all the fun while the little ones wait indefinitely, Time-out is cruel and unusual punishment that smashes their glee....
The world turns under the kick-me-off shoes of a man in summer-rolled, khaki pants and turned up sleeves that allow gentle hands to settle in pockets with no money Hands that pass through disheveled hair to rest below a well worn smile on the only shadow of his day. . . . . .his chin
Alarm clock, the scream begins the day. Hurriedly I rush to shower and dress. The car where I speed to fight my way. The cell phone already crying in distress. Elevator with the company's display. Email cluttered with today's spamming mess. Time saving, what they called them long ago. Time taking is the only thing I know.
inception's subliminal ubiquitous ultra-mantra, captivating humanity's heart n'soul, free will's everlastingly victimhood, hypnotized collectorate of needless effete things, obsolescence self-centered technological dependence, unremitting propaganda without end, truthfulness evil betrayal corruption's never-ending, insatiate want overthrowing common sense, earthly groans yet necessarily endure unheard redundant pleas, desire's selfish present delusory inherent expense © Eugene Harvey
Commercial (The TV Miniseries) I watch TV all day, even when I play or sleep Information about cars, phones, pharmaceuticals Is what I'm craving for, so give me more Drug companies pay billions to make a score To educate, inform, cure us of diseases we don't have They make sure we watch and never think Commercials play repeatedly Even if we're bored and snoring Don't blink They save us from the heartbreak of scoliosis I don't know what that is or what it's for But give me more I buy everything on shopping networks Including insurance for car and house, though I don't have them I can't live without meteor and nuclear war insurance According to the message I can't wait for the new season to start My heart is palpitating Commercial, The Miniseries will air September in the nation Pull up a chair and start your couch potations
So, now, you are telling me your feelings. But you expect my concern? Did you consider my feelings? Each and every single time that you afflicted me, with your knit-picking first; with your rudeness; with your discriminatory remarks, and while you created and allowed a hostile environment that included two co-workers? Or while you abused and mistreated me, and allowed your two 2nd in commands, and your daughter, to do the same? Did you consider my feelings? After I shared one personal feeling with you? Only for you to throw it in my face, with another subject heading? After you were demeaning to me; After your inhumane treatment, and your continual ignoring all of my good ideas, and my concerns within vast areas of the job? Did you consider my feelings? When I tried to have open communication, only for you to hurryingly pass it all by, and to act as though the valuable topics and advice that I raised attention to, that you caused to be turned into complaints, were unnoteworthy, except for your retaliation? Did you consider my feelings? When you socioeconomically abused me? When you cut my needed hours many times? The first time causing me to default on payday loans, that I never should have had to get in the first place. Also causing me to get behind on rent, as you became an accomplice to the unlawful and inhumane eviction that they wouldn't allow me to go to court on? Did you consider my feelings? When you cut my needed hours again? Lying about cutting out the lunch shift, that you would work yourself, as you then, hypocritically, had four employees cramped in that space, after cutting my hours to three hour shifts, causing me to get burned... Like you actually cared that you caused me pain. Or did you consider my children's feelings? As you snidely told me, "Just take care of yourself". Ever? At all? Not to mention all the wrongs that you committed against my children... But you have the audacity to expect my concern now?!! When you ignored every previous concern, only to turn around and treat me like crap, like my feelings don't matter to you? Obviously, you expect from others, what you are not willing to give in return.
A change of name- rebranding just gilds the lily.
Just a random inspiration in Economics today. 8) Our warm up question was: Why is it a good idea to save your money? ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Tis a good idea to save money, If one desires the flow of milk and honey To attain the treasures we long to accumulate, Tis wise to appreciate first what we denigrate Though temptations are at every end, It is vital to think before you spend!
The stagnate machine planted firmly, rusted gears laboring to drudge along. It does not function properly anymore; it has become obsolete. The workers no longer need the machine to live their lives. They can design a new system, built upon self-sustaining values. It once labored greatly to support its work force. The machine now hinders the lives of the workers. The workers grew so reliant upon the machine they thought they had become part of it, cogs in the system. Now they realize more and more each day, that not only are their lives separate from the machine, without it they are more able to focus on the fundamental values of life.
I MYSELF AM CONVINCED ABOUT YOU MY BROTHERS THAT YOU YOURSELVES ARE FULL OF GOODNESS 15:14 THE APOSTLE PAUL had not met the Christians in Rome when he wrote to them He must have been aware that they Like all people Had their faults and committed sins Yet he says he knows there is goodness in them Paul was a positive-minded missionary That is one reason why he was so successful We can choose to be faultfinding Cynical And berating of others by highlighting their faults Like Paul, we can seek to find some goodness in them I often recall the advice of the famous spiritual teacher St. Francis de Sales "If you must err, err on the side of gentleness" I have not met most of you who are reading this But I believe you are striving to excel in holiness Continue your efforts Do not become discouraged For I am convinced there much goodness in you Readings and Gospel Romans 15:14-21 Psalm 98:1-4 Luke 16:1-8
who are these people? where did they come from? they seem so primitive. so, incapable. primitive humans without a foundation of language I feel were smarter and more able then these people. these years of technological advancement, and inventions, have made the mass population stupid, and incompetent. washing machines, dishwashers, the T.V, microwaves, plus.... hollywood magazines, fashion, consumerism and advertisements, whats in, whos out, materials, greed, toxic governments and polluted political powers, the building of nations through controlled influences and exposure music, media, movies and more the conditioning of the human population, to be drones, to be mindless chickens who flock together only because they are afraid, to be zombies who fall in line without question, to be puppets, to be individually stripped of all human rights to create and condition organic emotional humans into dull mechanical robotical children that do what they're told, programmed to be obedient like computer software was surgically inserted into the brains of infants at birth, to be tracked, geographically speaking and to be numbered for identification purposes within the system the system that collects our information, our bank statements, our internet passwords, our logins, our logouts our emails, our instant messages, our cell phone conversations, our work hours, our credit rating, our mortgage. its already happening. microchips being implanted under the skin of babys its no wonder this world has gone crazy, mad, insane, ludacris.
At the ripples of the Sun's rays, I stare. In water, I fight to rise, but I sink; Sinking and crying for a breath of air. Above me, on the shore, they do not care That I have fallen over the blue brink At the ripples of the Sun's rays. I stare. They will live more than me, since they are there With more than enough breath. I cannot think Sinking and crying for a breath of air. The current pulls me away from my share Of life, which above, the indulgents drink. At the ripples of the Sun's rays, I stare. The growing pressure is hard to bear, As I watch their images slowly shrink, Sinking and crying for a breath of air. I push to live, as they do. It's not fair That I drown in these debts of which I sink; At the ripples of the Sun's rays, I stare, Sinking and crying for a breath of air.
What do you have that belongs to another? Tribute? Custom? Honor? Fear? Whose image and name is on that thing? Friend? Stranger? Leader? Brother? Where is the due that you should bring? Near? Afar? Hoarded? Covered? When will you owe only love for another? Today? Tomorrow? There? or Here?
"Please sir wont you help me?" Said the beggar to the thief. As he inches along the tightrope, With no safety net beneath. Deep breath shakily held, As he dives the murky deeps. No soul for the Devil, No peace of which to speak Shirt is off his back, Naked and venerable. Burying head into the sand, Always trying not to fall. A splint to keep him upright, Some form of support. Spiralling out of control, No sign of rational thought. Helplessness kicks in, As he steps in misery's trap. Over the edge he teeters, There is no going back. There seems to be no reason, As forward he inches on. Panic starts to surface, Until logic has gone. "Please sir wont you help me?" Says the beggar to the thief. As his dignity is devoured, Left with stolen hopes and dreams ©.L.Kelly
GRANDMOTHER! Wake up! Can't you hear us crying? We have no voice, yet we cry! GRANDFATHER! Wake up! Help us, we're dying! You have a choice, yet we die! So goes the voice of the unborn generation… Your corruption makes a violent disruption, Your politicians are bullshit technicians, Your pollution has no solution, Your avarice is pervasive and Your leaders are invasive! GRANDMOTHER! Wake up! GRANDFATHER! Wake up! Stop your dismissive sighing! Fascist federations, Social degradations, Despotic arrogations, Wage slavery plantations, Patriarchal castigations, Psychopathic corporations, Machiavellian machinations, Oceans full of industrial defecations, Meaningless fixations on television stations, and your Diabolical relations in raped and pillaged nations WILL NOT SUSTAIN THE UNBORN GENERATIONS!
James 3: 12 and Proverbs 15:1 have been paraphrased here in the following poem. You are invited, dear reader, to kindly read those Bible verses before or after reading this poem. Teaching might be the noblest career; But it has its dangers, in its rear. Saint James warned us about this great trend, That we might not fall before and bend To worship some regretful mistake. "How can the same source of water take Pure sweet water and make it bitter? " In slanders every single letter Causes the fire of hatred to grow; But a kind answer frees and lets go! For teaching is the noblest career; But it has its danger, in its rear.
The city is famed Stilettos on cobbled street Glamorization
Civility Now let's see Goverment Mixed messages sent One for all Who made call ? Unfair trades Loved ones laid I'm still broke But won't choke Civility Not for me
HEAT WLM/KDW Wildncrazy555 April 18, 2011 Waiting on the corner Should we warn her Of the approaching danger Like a silent still ranger She has been caught as a snitch Out comes the evil, mean witch We may to her have to slice Into little pieces we love to dice With a rock to her neck she will sink After a while she will begin to stink And no one will ever know For through time she will never show This is a terrible place Which has fallen from all of God's grace We hope we may Live through the day And hope to always stay To live another day
It started once in chocolate, It ended up in coke, It found its way in music pangs, Like vipers deadly fangs… This poison spread like fire, Throughout each state and home, Now that it's an epidemic, To legalize they're prone. It started in candy, Then ended-up in schools; It spread when they thought the Bible... "Was not-a-good Golden-rule...!" It started in the homes, When kids had nowhere to play; It took its toll and boomeranged-, Back on our heads to stay…! Now it's in our churches, For each old aged-gran; 'Cause Steroids aren't just for boxers, It's for everyone across the land. It seems the government has the market, For every cause and lure; Oh yea, drugs are really big business, Or they would have found a cure!
Climb mountains! Slay Dragons! That's what I did When I was a kid Now it's too much All this grownup stuff Amalgamations Corporations Business-like murder under the guise of merger Micro-second chattel battles waged on computer panels Flash before my eyes In a plate glass high-rise Now all my mountains are made of paper, and all my dragons wear ties
grabbing at straws the luck of the draw some live big some live raw a few like gods on hills of gold every things fine just do what were told A man on the corner needs something to eat money walks by thinks dirty deadbeat separated so the poor don't offend at least when your down no need to pretend late at night at the castle on the hill a drunken success pops another pill doesn't talk to his kids doesn't have real friends his wife loves spending and the hottest new trends a mother and her children prepare for the meal what little there is seems so surreal Everyday she struggles to provide all she has is love and great strength inside the driver takes him to the company he owns he makes money by working others to there bones always watching for a worker whose down to remind them hes got the best jobs in town eight sharp she takes the bus into work she works for sol ittle just to please some rich jerk the boss points out maybe its time for some new clothes hes pays so little cares nothing for what she owes the girls need braces but theres no way to pay she smiles real big and says well get em someday but shes knows she probably wont ever afford she can barely make rent on her own accord when he enters his mansion he feels quite alone a beautiful house but know sign of a home he decides it be better if workers lost there medical coverage the company will save and even the overage two people so very different one thinks hes what most people want to aspire to the other wonders how long she can hold two sick days she'd be out on the street the first one is selfish drinks every night avoids his family and lies a lot to the second is down but will never give up and her children love her she is so sweet these two people we see everyday I'm willing to bet you may look away she just doesn't know how to save irresponsible i hear people say when you see the man in his top notch suit and perfect smile i hear people say what an outstanding man i like to talk for a while When i see the man in his thespian role i feel a ting of pity in the heart in the soul all the money doesn't help him see the person he his the one he could be when i see the women struggle all day i wonder why we aren't all this way her strength and courage virtues indeed a path of love is always richer then one of greed
Gender prejudice is a hoot, Who gives another the right to determine femininity or masculinity? Haven't they ever heard of men who act very feminine, Yet, they are not gay, Metrosexuals, that's just their way, Then, there are women who relish being Tom-Boys, because the thrill of kicking aces brings them joy, They can beat the old boys' network at their own games, doing it effectively and without shame, However, closed minds feel better off trying to ostracize, because an Amazon woman can cut anyone down to size.....
Here stands a man who's just about to blow a gasket, he has far too much washing in his basket, he never asked for such a load, and he feels it's time to hit the road, before he does something he regrets, I wouldn't be placing any bets, on him sticking around for much longer, the feelings inside him are growing stronger, by the second, by the minute, he really feels he's landed in it. And all because his employment, takes all his time, negates enjoyment, he feels that it is sucking him dry, and he really has the urge to fly, to get away from his wage slave life, the daily back watching, for the knife, that is often stuck into the unwary, the workplace is becoming very scary. No loyalty exists there any more, I think a lot of people know the score. A numbers game is all it is, the bottom line, do the biz, because if you slow down, there are many, worse off than you, who to make a penny, they'd gladly jump into your shoes, and ensure their gain, would mean you lose!
This bank took all I had, everything stated supposed to be free; why are these fees posted constantly lately?
The waiting ill Where it's ok to kill Born into filth and dirt Where an operating theatre is cleaned with an old shirt Paying for education three times more Where a criminal is free to break the law For fighting an intruder, you will be prosecuted Where all your hard work is taken away and refuted Where people can carry guns Where children can smoke tons The police turn a blind eye Where you fear a drive by Charges and payments pile Nothing is worth your while No tolerance and gates open 25/7 Is being an alcoholic heaven? Democracy is where you have your say Totalitarianism is here to stay I'm not one or the other I'm in between I want to see justice seen
Not by merit, selection by family genes- power in association.
The spirit of the age has tempered vile degrade In desolation it's will torn wild We send vomit into letters exposed to loosened fetters Strangers Erupted in mass chaos in its plausible quest The more we want so the more we in turn invest We wait in idol fancy as some lost souls in Sid & Nancy We hurt then tie the tube getting loose lube filled with screws We plummage into a violent existance isn't it relevant? We think were alone yet we never are cause God is still in charge In social regard toward difficult matters that appease We lose sight of love & social need In foot steps drawn in the sand someday we may learn & understand In columns of rescued menure pile in its claim The world outside is totally insane A casual encounter with a so called friend? The next day you got Aids, now you got pain! The choices we make to appease the mind In columns of choiced red, blue & brown.... Broken promises through its shattered glass filled with pain Broken promises can easily drive a man insane A court jester will amuse the crowd as long as there is an occasion Perhaps society is in need of a break on a long awaited vacation? Closed minded sentiments filled in vile affection The novice gets hungry stops at his local 7 eleven Promises made in the dark have come full circle into the light Broken Promises with advant garde choices made in the night Elaborate decorum in want of passage; We last a minute & grieve as the savage!
He thinks he is bright with his comments of wit. I am a cute little actress he's picked for his skit. Key on one of those words in the sentence above. Is she the one playing this game he calls love? He chooses his prey when it's just the right time. Using strength above weakness; an unthinkable crime. Yes, I know him too well for he's been here before. I've changed many a lock on my chamber door. Though, I can't prove it now, I know time will reveal, and I can't help but wonder how this man will feel. When he oozes his charm with the ladies, I mean. To finally wake up and see how selfish he's been. Now, for the clincher my rhyme's almost done. I will dangle my key in my lingerie of crimson. For you've met your match in the art that you own. For I am really the player; The actress of stone.
"What the f**k do you want" is what she said to me. This individual used the most vituperative effrontery. How professional is conveying that over the telephone? I heard that in a cantankerously vociferous tone. I hope she does not answer that way all the time. Saying that to anyone is not very sublime. This use of such language on the job is asinine. Keep it up, and you will land in the unemployment line.
Everywhere you look there are skyscrapers, Everywhere around you there is noise, Everyone around you is busy, Everywhere you turn there are people, Daily traffic swallows the highways, The sidewalks are flooded with people, construction workers and buisness poeple, GO through with this everyday. The sound of cars honking is constant, Along with the pattern of footsteps, people with always come and go, As they pass throug the difficult city. It always seems as if you are in a dream, Where everything just passes you by, And the, finally, when the day is done, You feel as if it hasn't even come yet. The city is tiring, busy and loud, It where everyone seems to be, The city might be the perfect place for you, But it's not for me.
Where shall I go ? What shall I do ? Frankly My Dear I Don't Give A Dam For I am Gone With The Wind In search of that Rhett Butler Other Girls Can Dream Too LOL Tribute To Great Movies
The handy man is always available by my night or day. I'm being stringent to say my very least to his very best. All potential clergymen are put through his trickery test Oh my God at these odds and ends his mind dare weigh. He is intricately susceptible in light seeking a pardoned way, He overcomes the homeliest just by his daily authentic quest. In about a day or two will come his much timely needed rest! Estranged in a time of several times where his mind did stray. Caught up in clouds he drifts yet further away slicing thin. Pondering many thoughts per milliseconds flood his gates. Consuming ideas overwhelm his deep words drawn within. He forms heaps of potential until he himself smears slates. Single handedly he comes with his charts already mapped with my plan! After all, he is quite elaborate when I exclusively need my Handy Man!
Often trickle-down prosperity evaporates into thin air.
Samantha feels like spider kill -- horribly alive, but stuck. Stuck! Inside the web functional furniture desperate office art. No windows, so no seasons. Thank God her mind took protective, evasive measures long ago. She's unbudgeable. She's prehistoric! And it's a beautiful day in the land of, "Sorry. I'm just a temp." Everybody -- The whole crew, tries desperately, unsuccessfully to ignore the tight, inflexible Agatha Snipe. She absolutely, resolutely refuses to dilate.... Thus, they are all dealing with a breech, foot- first personality which has gone unchecked for years. Sweet Jesus! Samantha wishes fervently that Snipe would shut up! But the Snipester stalks, steams and strides through corridors and cubicles -- pressed, but still probing... She is looking for her personal calendar swearing it was on her desk yesterday... Today... she is just swearing --a waste of breath for sure, to ask the new girl....Amanda? No! That's right, Samantha. Simple Samantha! Samantha tries to keep an unfortunately timed spasm of delight from appearing on her face. The calendar is excruciatingly visible, marinatinag since early morning on the desk of Mr. Chase. Owner. Snipe ponders and postulates. She is losing it! Time for new employment. That should open up the door for that little tramp/temp. Feeling comforted, superior, Snipe is...gone! Maybe the Zombies go about their quiet business unseen unheard unwatched but not quite dead, yet, don't you think?
In Liverpool, England, there is one street containing all the Chinese restaurants, side to side, back to back and stinking drain to sea. where once a year, twirling dragons pierce the afternoon air, passing old men with suits and moneyed-hands, their young thugs standing close with tatooed skin. the crowd, mostly mums and dads and tots in prams, heaves like weed on a Kowloon sea...hungry for the firecracker bangs and dim-sum smells and potted green tea. this riot of shifting colour drags and pushes at the cobbled road underfoot, as the dragon takes another bag of pak choy greens placed ten foot high, while the lithe boys dressed in kung fu black and draped with skill, reach up to pluck the fiscal bunch and pass it down, hand to hand, out of sight, to the flashing, bouncing jaws beneath and soon the fire cracker thunder and emptied shops call the street to book: and a carnage of paper to-go boxes and spilt terror join with the bars' beery breath saying...go home now Englishmen, you are not our brothers, this is our place not yours..go home til next year
"Eternal life, please." "Sell all, give it, follow Me." Away he went sad.
"No Money No Lyric,No lyric No Money " i just wrote a poem and i thought it all alway i place the thin piece of memory between my small blackened heart and cry each word away and in each salty tear that i have lyrically cried i know you will surely fade away so i can someday put my sadness completely away to pretend once again knowing that i will surely do it all again and again because with every little word that i have lyrically cried was a hundred thousand million reason why i will always let the the paper just fly............ aka:lyricvixen
Strengthen your stakes Lengthen your chords On the right and left Ascend, break forth 'Bove sea to land Stretch forth to it Extend your reach Get over it Just like a bridge To barren cities Rejoice and sing When inhabited Enlarge your tent Lengthen your chords Strengthen your stakes Ascend, break forth 'Bove sea to land Stretch forth to it Just like a bridge Get over it.
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Agenda 21 is written WITHIN the Pennsylvania state code, it IS here - mark properties they wish to acquire!
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Agenda 21 is a
comprehensive plan of action to be taken globally, nationally and locally
by organizations of the United Nations System, Governments, and Major Groups in every area in which human impacts on the environment.
link to www.un.org
When implemented, they are not always calling it by the real name of Agenda 21 but "comprehensive plans" or whatever it happens to be for that area. I don't know why people act as if this isn't happening, I've seen some people saying it's not true or it won't happen but it already has in many areas. This is something I had posted last year pertaining to Pennsylvania:
Thread: POLICE STATE! Pennsylvania REQUIRING anyone who owns ANY type of livestock OR crops using manure to fill out management plan!
A snippet from that...
This will apply to ANYONE who owns livestock, not just large scale farming operations, and the wording is vague enough to cover your own hobby garden if you use manure.
You will be in violation of state or possibly federal law if you do not have the management plan filled out and implemented!
Laura Bow
I have not picked through everything, but within the Pennsylvania Municipalities Planning Code they basically have permission to seize private property. This includes the ability to
cherry pick and select properties that in the future they wish to acquire
, which allows eminent domain to become much easier, from Pennsylvania Municipalities Planning Code PDF file here -
link to www.newpa.com
An Act
To empower cities of the second class A, and third class, boroughs, incorporated towns, townships of the first and second classes including those within a county of the second class and counties of the second class through eighth classes, individually or jointly, to plan their development and to govern the same by zoning, subdivision and land development ordinances,
planned residential development and other ordinances, by official maps, by the reservation of certain land for future public purpose and by the acquisition of such land; to promote the conservation of energy through the use of planning practices and to promote the effective utilization of renewable energy sources
; providing for the establishment of planning commissions,...
Not all municipalities have adopted things like this, YET, but based on code they are ALLOWED to. This is what part of the Northwest Adams County Joint Comprehensive Plan (my area) entails:
The Vision recommended establishing stream corridor protection areas to include all land within 100 ft. of a waterway bank and all environmentally sensitive areas beyond the 100 ft. boundary within a buffer area in which development is prohibited or carefully controlled.
The governing body may make surveys and maps to identify the location of property, roadway alignment or utility easement by use of property records, aerial photography, photogrammetric mapping or other method sufficient for identification, description and publication of the map components. For eventual acquisition of lands and easements, boundary descriptions by metes and bounds must be made and sealed by a licensed surveyor. However, these are not necessary for the adoption of the Official Map.
Consider adoption of official maps to reserve scenic and environmentally sensitive lands, greenway corridors, and historically and culturally
significant sites for
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