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So I see how cruel life may be in a minute, All around people's faces gleam & glare At my gloomy face but never see my net. And I cry and cry and cry to get 'em fair. From times past, I knew of what may be The finale of this sweet short time gained; But now it comes with great dismay, to me. With thoughts of melancholy stained. Am losing my job to my brother, I teach him my work as a father Does to his sons and to the other, He knows not my hearts as they gather. They give a life, a life they can't retain, They offer me a choice, a choice not mine; They lead me to the grave, to bury me and the ten; But they in turn smile and smile as they dine And so I see that they are not to be The people I perceive may little see, My serene into whirlwind occur to me At a peek and glaze and short see. Whatever the Asian will decide, However I cope with them all, I implore all the good to side With me as evil entirely will fall.
Part 1 Onion the delicacy of friendship I found you in the flowers Standing tall we become one Looking down from gangly towers Squash, you burn, you pillage, son. Follow me you say in tongues Thy shallow mind reveal me tell Whisper lies clean load the guns I feel the burn I rot in hell Friend folly menacing the liar I loathe this coffin how it leaks Dear foe you raped me set on fire The onion peal itself and weeps Part 2 Traitor dear monkey boy Older eyes eat themselves, glance and kill the other Unified in the dance, they steer the musty rudder. Pained and sweeter deeper wells, poised buckets drunk with water. Singled out the one that dried, handed weights to pull him under. Wiser times capture the mind, death justifies dishonor. Knife slice neat through the devil's back, who stares blank and milks the udder. Part 3 Tempest patron saint Inside this box Goodbye tempestuous fall My puppet of steel coiled thread Smashed buttons and twisted dread, Alarm these doors, and Escape this delusive bunker bed Stamp the spiders Thief, vulture of the deflection The mocking patron of the sinners Erase this affliction Relating inward at the reflection Rise you fool Part 4 Phoenix i love you close the grip cinched hematic grip drenched, clawing seeking the sheave becoming the counterweight i absorb, now extracting the heat rise like a phoenix away to be gone to be free fix me! i have fixed me i am alive and i love you Part 5 Aye, Damager Abolish her state of disrepair Scattered, spattered drippy thoughts All around this box of soused leaves Soak, ferment in the faith of our love I can't fix this, you know I loathe this misunderstanding Of what I am speaking, projecting To me, Aye Damager, to you This devil in me turned and twisted A wrecked elevator in rejection Years locked painfully aware ...
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 !!
Eyes of Seminary – Zamreen Zarook Every day in our lives has different fragrance, God give us various things in abundance, Day by day knowledge is gained in accordance, Things depend according to the attendance. Two years of studies, Helped us to come out with various abilities, Extremely joyful moments with buddies, But life said every aspect has its boundaries. Teachers become very friendly, They approach us very kindly, They speak on us exaggeratedly, Because they know, if not we might behave badly. Big shots in the school boundary, These are years of foundry, It helped us to find and go for laundry, Marvelous days, fully packed with sundry. Various angles the kith and kins are civilized, It's because our knowledge is enhanced, Guys and girls turned well experienced, That's why we call it levels of advanced.
Bob had a special talent That only worked in his men's store. He had 'clothing ESP'. He knew what his customers wanted…and more. When customer would come into his store Bob would invariably say, "Hello. I'm Bob. Don't say a word. I already know what you need today." And he was always right, Never missed a color, fabric, style or size. He even knew the necessary alterations. Customers couldn't believe their ears and eyes. Meanwhile, in another part of town, Joe had a pounding, relentless migraine For every minute for more than five years, It had driven him near insane. He'd lost his job to the pain. Then, he lost his wife. He had lost a lot of weight and rarely slept. Yes, his was a miserable life. And, of course, sex was out of the question… Even a little self-abuse. There was nothing left for Joe but pain. He felt his life was of no use. So, Joe went to his doctor. "Doc, please help me end this pain. Give me something to make me sleep And never wake up again." "You know I can't assist your suicide.", Then he looked sad, perhaps ashamed. "I never dreamed it would last five years, But I know how to end the pain." "You can make it go away?! Tell me, Doc! What's the word?" "I'll have to remove your testicles." Was the last thing that Joe heard. But…when he came to, it struck him. Sex was out of the question anyway; But he might enjoy his meals again, And he could sleep for days. "Please check me in, Doc. This opportunity I cannot shirk." So, the doctor removed his testicles. He did his very best work. A few days later, Joe waddled along, Headache free and feeling pretty nice; But every attractive woman he saw Reminded him of his sacrifice. He decided it was appropriate To do something nice for himself for a change. So, he went into a travel agency; And a six month cruise he arranged. As he left the travel agency, He was excited, feeling ready to go; But for such a glorious adventure, He would need new clothes. As he walked along, he saw Bob's Men's Store. He walked in, only to hear Bob say, "Hello. I'm Bob. Don't say a word. I already know what you need today." "How could you know?" asked Joe. "It's a gift. I don't know how, but I do. You've suffered five years with an ailment, Found relief, so now you're taking a cruise." Joe could not believe his ears. How could this stranger possibly know? "You're right! That's amazing! And I'm going to need new clothes." Bob then laid out a fabulous wardrobe All the right colors, fabrics, styles…and each size. Joe was incredibly impressed. He could hardly believe his ears and eyes. "How do you like the wardrobe?" "It's wonderful!" Bob could see that Joe was pleased. "Now," said Bob, "What about undergarments; You know…shorts and tees? Let's see…medium crew neck tees, all cotton. I believe that you prefer white…. And jockey shorts, all cotton…. 34s. Yes, I'm sure that's right." Joe beamed, "You're an amazing talent And I just this second realized, You've laid out this entire wardrobe And only missed one size." Bob, surprised by his mistake, asked, "Really? What did I miss? I did my best for you." "Well…you're right." said Joe, "I do wear Jockeys, But…well…I wear 32s. "Oh, no!" said Bob with an ugly grimace. "That would be a serious mistake. Thirty-twos would be too small, They would cramp your balls. You'll get migraine headaches."
It's Christmas! Christmas! That time of year When people are filled... With holiday cheer? Yeah right. . . I really do wish it were true But people are people Through and through It's not about happiness anymore Or in respect to what matters. In reality it concerns what you get And the food that is piled on the platters. What has happened to the world of today? Where is the 'loving and giving...'? Now it is all just me, me, me. Is this a nightmare? Or are we actually living. Yep we might have a lot of things Hang on! Let's add some more It isn't the family that I'm expecting But the postman knocking at the door. When the topic turns to Christmas cheer Lets go stuff our faces... Break out all that lovely beer! Chuck away those graces! But... Suddenly the month is over There go all the gifts you gave Your debt payments crawl closer and closer And you become a material slave.
Living my life on the Dole*, Because my Mum told me so, Interview at 'McDonalds', but that Tyrant told me "No!", See, we're a family with pride, Don't sell fries at super-size, But where's the pride, If I can't provide, For my own style of life, Spent my money from the *Brew, On Irn-Bru**, I swear that's true, Dreary, damp & cold, This black hole, I call home, Only 'joy' I get in life's the 'stick' I use for X-BOX, And I aint got a tumble dryer so I step with wet socks, Work-shy, but money-hungry, Flats cramp-sized & pretty ugly, Arrogant guy, Until I woke up and realised that no-one loves me. Brain melts to slush, in this non-testing occasion, 'Gain Work' is a must, for a teenage Caucasian, Nothing separating me, From drug-addled Dads of three, No payday, Just giro day, No jobs… great, Keep trying mate, No end in sight as unemployment rises, Government gives you cash like they were handing out prizes, Where's my reason to go out & work? My motivation, Its pleasing no-one now, this escalated situation, Experience is something that you earn, not that you're born with, Inexperienced forever, if I don't get employed quick, I don't enjoy sitting on my broken couch for hours, I'm your Friend with Benefits, can only wash with cold showers. (*Common British phrases for Jobcentre or Jobseekers Allowance Benefit) (**Famous Scottish soft drink mass produced around Britain)
Oh,what a hectic month Oh what a month it's been Two lots of relies came Over from the old country It's been a frantic game I'm not used to all this stuff But I'm glad it all took place Although it was real hectic No frown did crease my face. One trip to Margaret River Wow! This, it was a blast We toured those rich surroundings Till we went home at last Then the darned flue knocked me down And I spent some time in bed And then I put my back out As I banged my bloody head. It seemed that I was on the mend But my computer shat itself I lost both poems, and photos They're the sum of all my wealth Thank God I got the poems back Alas, but not the photos I guess I lost them, all of them But this is how it goes It's been some heavy karma That's all that I can say But now that it's all over I feel real fine today So it's back to meditation And working on my soul It's time to get some relaxation And once more feeling whole 23 October 2013 @1450hrs.
Too long have I been staring at this cruel blank page before me, My crazed, hysteric mind screaming and imploring I know there is a message that's dying to come out— I need to fill this confounded page without the slightest doubt! It's a simple predicament to manipulate, Into a mass of thought A futile attempt to insinuate, Weak hints are left with naught I sit here in silent desperation, What can fill this page? I slap myself in indignation, My eagerness becoming rage! Like roaches sporadically running from light My thoughts are but a haze The words I write just don't seem right, On this cruel blank page!
The wind blew events all over the place. Intense emotions and it gave chase. Lightning lighting to show us the sky. People try to sleep and not cry. Wisping by the wind keeps us awake. The time trying to sleep the storms take. Chills in everyone gives all shiver. The clouds surrounded by moonlight is silver. Heavenly prayers that the rain will stop. The flood stopped a car the person in it was a cop. People have seen such devastation. The road that people made was week in creation. Rivers near by was over flowing. Trees that were there was not showing. By the hour it claimed many. My father woke up and did not see any. Floating by was a boat. Keeping people above water and a float. My father kept a canoe. That some day we would use it, that he knew. Time to paddle up and down the street. The rain water kept getting on our seat. It was so dark after the moon was behind the cloud. Still the noise of thunder still covered the ears loud. The smell of moist water never seem to go away. My brothers seem to still sleep anyway. My head was bobbing up and down. I was so tired that I could not hear a sound. The wind blew back and fourth. It seems that my mom and dad paddle their worth. Till all the people we saw with grace. Help us out with embrace. The time was so late at night. Everyone was so sleepy and losing sight. The fight with the weather was so hectic. The feelings of energy was electric. Losing to such natural disaster is hard to understand. When people working hard to block the river with bags of sand. With hard workers like my mom and dad. They make things happen that is not bad. Rough with weather they experience more than ever. Leaders they are they are very clever. From the night light of street lights to the morning glow. The wind did not stop so. Bringing in more clouds that ill. The people who were still tired still had will. The rush of water and waves blasting push the wall side. Pushing and the force brought water inside. The battle of our hour was getting long. Backup people came to aid us was strong. Rested they were to keep everyone with hope. The people stopped the water with the strength of rope. Heavy rain and loss of homes bring people together. It is kind of sad that this was the only time to gather. Chaos comes happiness how true. This is why we are human that gives us a clue. It is our nature to keep rain falling. To know when it is time for our calling. The winds bring such pain and sorrow. That is why rain sometimes fallow.
I was your never ending composer We spent many a nights, and many an hour together But now you're lost inside And I can't find my way, again. ( chorus ) Cause I can't say it without you It hurts to be without the feeling Never knowing when it will return But I know that you would stay with me If you came back, again some day But till then I'll wait till you appear. I really miss the way you make me feel People said we were meant to be together Why'd you leave me so unexpectedly I hope you come back soon. ( Chorus ) It's been two months since I've written you All I've got to show is crumpled bits of paper The passion and creativity is now gone So come back home so I can work it out.
They're watching you, they're always watching you, check out the daily news. Henchmen rob bank, two officers killed, change channel. Reality T.V. a celebraity stumbling out of a club, drunk as hell. Change channel, a gay couple buying a house, in a white collar neighborhood. They're watching you, they're always watching you, even when you don't know it. Someone is always watching you. Take out the trash, wash the dishes. Watching, survalling, like a camera. Terrorists, they're always watching you, Politians always watching you. School teachers, police, FBI and CIA Always watching you. Smile for the camera they're watching so just wave and smile. Bullies on playground jungle-gyms looking out for the ugly nerd, found him. Hiding under the woodchips, get him, beat him up, I told you, they're always watching you. Look at me, look what I can do, can you see me? I'll drink to that, cheers, for they're always watching.
Everybody knows that it's against the law for grown men and grown women to date all of the underage boys and girls,. let alone a 14-year-old boy or a 15-year-old girl. The law also states that any adult who tries to have this so-called "intimate sexual relationship" with any of the underage boys and/or girls would likely go to jail for a period of time and upon release, they'll have to be register sex offenders for the rest of their lives. It seems that those teen girls would rather date men in their 20's or 30s than guys their age and those teen boys would rather date women twice their age than girls their age, as well. but luckily, their parents (the mothers and the fathers) are here to prevent these so-called "May-December" relationships from ever happening, especially when they're protecting their teenage offspring from dirt-bags like these would-be pedophiles. But no matter what the parents do, no matter how hard they try, their teen sons and/or daughters, they secretly continuing dating older men/older women, even at night (midnight, 2 am, or 3 in the morning, e.g.). And the next thing everybody knows, their parents, they will have found out about it; thereby finding them in bed with the adults; their parents should make multiple police reports and pud the cradle robbers behind bars for good. Boy this is starting to look like an episode of "Law & Order: Special Victims Unit" (Season 6-Episode 19-Intoxicated featuring Danielle Panabaker) and an episode of "Snapped," especially when Sarah Johnson killed her own parents in cold blood because she was afraid that the late Mr. and Mrs. Alan and Diane Johnson would send this guy name Bruno Santos to prison or have him deported back to Mexico for statutory rape (by way of dating a then-16-year-old girl). There's no way that those teen boys and teen girls are ever going to get into a bunch of serious, intimate relationships with a bunch of would-be cradle-robbing adults. They need to concentrate on their education and they need to be with guys and girls their age. I mean, one teen boy dating a n adult female? One teen girl dating an older man? My God, their parents will be seriously upset about this. Who on Earth would be dumb enough to fall for an older woman or an older man? And if these would-be pedophiles in the form of grown men and women even attempt to rob these teen boys and girls of their innocence and whatnot, the parents are going to have a problem up in here.
Dada was everything to our youth Our wide faculty was his help Our recognition was his sooth Nobody does it than his rep Many youth he carried up there Without seeking any penny Many services he rendered For free. All of which we did see He was not a king or a prince Perhaps he was just a God sent To his community, king and prince... He begot not but was begot Mindful of his predicament But dare not showed it on earth Till that Friday night he drove out Of town and took to a scar oath The next hour we heard he had died And left us belated letter "Don't cry for me, for I had lied. ...I'll die now before later" *cry for...: Mourn 28/05/2013
36. A digital clock makes no click, But when waiting for my husband I can swear I hear it tick. I can't sleep though work awaits, But when midnight stares back, An alarm won't negotiate. Why do I care? I have my own life to live! But when the tossing and turning twists, I have an angry phone message to give. And you can all guess that goes off well, But when you're so riled up and sad, You tell your dear one, "Go to hell." Then the wait the descent Hear every car pass away The worry and the fret Am I so easy to forget? Should I call once again I am sure he heard it Now I am pinned. There is sure to be a fight, It is already way past midnight. What about work and the day, Never mind, I'll make him pay. I close my eyes and breathe deep, But when you are worried, It's too hard to sleep.
Lips of a chimney always puff gray smoke out. Lorries, loaded with tiles, always rush out. Rupees always heap up in a wooden drawer. Red tiled roofs always give them refuge. Those 'always' remains in the fossils now. Weeds lock the compound. Rust hugs the bolts. Experience dies in arms. Coolies teach their children how to hush the hunger. Concrete roofs proudly put wreaths on their predecessors. Now a coolie's lips puff curls of worries out before the closed gate.
He walked me down a broken fence line when I was five. He put the soil in my hands and taught me it was alive. He spoke to me of life, in a gentle voice. Taught me wrong from right, and left me with the choice. He boosted me up on a saddled horse. Taught me the things that would carry me through my life's coarse. He took my small hand in his work worn hand, As he took me out in the fields and taught me the land. And there was always a warm smile behind kind eyes. Smile down at my small face, gentle and wise. Showed me how to stack hay in a barn when I was eight. And I can still remember swinging on a cattle guard gate. And the day he told me someday he would be gone. The only time in my young life I thought my papa was wrong. On a wide front porch he told me stories of how life used to be. And he would say it was a better time, and I would agree. I still remember climbing up in his lap to sit on his knee. He was the biggest part of what made me. A man who taught me to work for everything I had. He did. They just don't make em' like they did my grandad. In my child eyes he was a man among men. And I know there will never be another like him again. These tears I just cannot hide. For the last good man left, has died. 6-17-10 Sarah D Comstock
Last night we had a quarrel We went to bed so mad Each had to get up early The morning was quite sad I never meant to say that I know you didn't, too With hopes to reconcile Just know that I love you Yeah darling… It couldn't be more true That's why Leaving you Is the hardest thing to do Each morning when we go to work A piece of me, it goes with you I cannot wait to get back home To do those things we do That's why Leaving you Is the hardest thing to do I hope tonight we're civil We listen and we learn Together, we'll get past this Each others trust, we'll earn So, then we can retire To the bedroom that we share Lie within each others arms And show how much we care Yeah darling… It couldn't be more true That's why Leaving you Is the hardest thing to do Each morning when we go to work A piece of me, it goes with you I cannot wait to get back home To do those things we do That's why Leaving you Is the hardest thing to do And when my work's over I will come back to you
You step into the future With every moment that goes by, Your charred and twisted soul Doesn't question why... All earth is yours for taking, No other your equal, can be You see but your bank account, And that's your destiny, Slicing through all human values, As a machete' through the reeds, You litter this sweet world, With your selfish deeds A soul as dark as Hershey's Dark chocolate, I would think The actions that you take, Makes the human race seem to stink, Yes, dear Arnie, You have no conscience at all, You laugh at other people, When they take a fall You cheat your customers, You cheat employees too You are the epitome Of the shame that man can do You left your soul somewhere Surely it is not on this earth, And when you finally die, The angels will give you wide girth How sad to betray those who struggled, To make you such a rich man, So you could laugh as you cheat them, You just don't give a damn So A. H., enjoy your luxurious life Someday you will face a judge, When you pass from this life And St. Peter will not budge, Allowing you no entrance inside, The devil will call for you For payment time has come, And it's so very overdue.
I sold my soul to the bottom of the beer bottle. So what if I want to wallow around with this low self mentality . A sip here a sip there, why not sip everywhere ...you see? You see, you really don't care when you have the mentality to wallow in the hallow of a bottle. I sold my soul to the bottom of the beer bottle;burning out the aching pain that causes me to be insane with so much shame. Boy,the bottom of the beer bottle isn't where I really want to be?You see the bottom of the beer bottle did not bother me; but now ,it's really affecting me. Ican't eat sometimes I can't even sleep,because the bottom of the beer bottle is calling me.It's really beating my body.How can I ever benefit when the bottom of the beer bottle is calling me?How could this ever happen to me? When I used to win and grin, beating the bottle;what I once to beat is now beating me and my body.The bottom of the beer bottle is calling me. Idrink it waking up and drink it lying down.The bottom of the beer bottle has a tight hold on me.The bottom of the beer bottle is calling me.
Please... My and mines' next meal awaits My sons school fees awaits My youngest daughters' shoes await My nieces' dress awaits My mothers' medication awaits My mud huts' repairs await The winter blankets await And so does the winter coal Rosies' next instalment awaits... Get me to work, I have to be there by eight.
to camouflage the deep despair of loneliness work work work work work
What is it then, what good? Never doing as it should Tempest tossed from hell Written close to me Tears drain from the eye wells Bitten close to hearts deep sea Ink dries round the wound Written close to me Rejected again my friends Planned out as a grand win Cut this deep bitter sin Written close to me Good then to bed Fateful bitter bled Good I say, good Good Writtance Close to me
Jacob, im sorry, I'm sorry I've lied, I'm sorry Ive cause all the tears that you've cried. I know I am worthless, I'm not good enough, But even though so you show me truest love. I'lll work on my thinking, I'll work on my words, I'll work and I'll try until my heart just hurts. I swear I'll be good, I swear I'll do better, Cuz baby I want you until death and after.
At eighty he is still a coolie toiling in paddy lea; reaping pods and heaping the seeds. His sagged muscles working in wonted harmony But his brain tired of thought; of his son who died as a sot; or of his daughter widowed at twenty past or his wife pulling weeds at another spot. He has to carry on this moil; I thought till death to retain his breath. Looking at his pitiable plight a wicked feeling swept my heart. How great we're in contrast; honourable servants of the State. We retire at sixty, in peace. Take home a lump sum of grant, apiece. Also a pension for monthly use. Last but not the least a T.V and a chair to ease. All this at what a simple price. For sleeping forty years in office! ! !
This vain wish to live longer, somewhere, makes me struggle with my vulnerability of having been born with the fear of dying... and before that is accomplished: let me live! I've been told, " It's not possible that time can freeze youth indefinitely," but that intricate illusion was too persistent and real; this boy always believed it would have never faded... now being sorrowful and old, I realize how untrue and contrived it was! Be convivial and consume your time wisely, don't hold the conviction that over-the-hill is the end; you've gathered all the knowledge to survive another year, and on your calendar mark every birthday and celebrate... I will do the same believing that I'd continue walking in eternity as when youth froze time to contradict an undeserved fate without connoting wrong, but being congrous and fair... oh, youth your concession has compensated me for that loss! I should be miserable as anybody else...lamenting and lashing, but what good it would do if not harm me and shorten these days? I enjoy every moment that life gives me...being hopeful for more to come; others cuss, slander and end life demolishing all they had built in their past! I denote my achievements as milestones that everyone will remember, and certainly I'll be sought after for the secrets my words will unfold; and their purpose and extent are very conceivable to the scholar and reader... not deploring the naive idea that time can freeze youth indefinitely.
Broken "Perfect" Blowout Preventer Billowing Petroleum Burning Profusely Bodies Paining Burning Peeling Bleeding Pleading Buried Passing Blighted Preserve Bayous Profaned Beaches Polluted Biosphere Poisoned Banned Products Boats Parked Businesses Pinched Breadwinners Penniless Beleaguered President Bluntly Proposed "Billions Promptly" BP Provided British Petroleum Blind Profiteers Bloody Pumpers BRUTAL PERFORMERS! British Petroleum Broke Permits Betrayed Public BRUTAL PERFORMANCE!
I'm a young woman living the American dream working in a fast food restaurant this is not what I dreamed of but I got to be supporting my family, to make them proud Working in the McDonalds restaurant is my American dream Flipping Big Macs, Serving them, calling customers names, and writing on the burgers with mayonnaise They don't know what's in the burgers so they won't know what's inside that will kill them I dropped a few burgers on the floor I don't tell them, just pick it back up & act like nothing happened, they won't know McDonalds is my American dream Ice cubes from the dispensers are as cold as the winter skies playing a role for the drinks, that are nastier then you think not knowing where your meat comes from but the workers still cooks them serve it on a bun for you that's my job and the American dream nothing can beat that! That's the American dream I'm living in, what about you?
You think you might be in love. You think he/her might be in love with you. You think about a lot of things. Do you really know those things? You think a lot, you worry a lot. But do you really HAVE to think or worry about those things? Or do you WAN'T to think or worry about those things? Now that there is something to think about. *please leave a comment if you like it or fav poem if you might* -Angel4eva23
Silly rabbit tricks are for prostitutes, made by establishment daunted by economy, at night by the dawns early red light district, watch the women give up their pride by the hour, lacking positions star 69 your way back to daddy's touch, the reason your out here remember sweat and business suits are cheap, just like the shoes you wear little girls try to cash in, but silly rabbits tricks are for prostitutes don't they feel guilty? I know because even their income can't buy a ticket to heaven just a passport to hell, like their lipstick dreams are cheap and tacky, like their fish-nets, are to capture their sorrow and release them to the streets they stalk
No matter what he or she does, no matter how hard he or she does, it's not good enough for the others. These people who've been trying way too hard to impress other people have been treated like trash since ever. The only thing that other people are good at is being way better than the others. And the fact that day in and day out, week after week, for the past few years, people like their so-called "boyfriends" and their so-called "girlfriends," people like his or her so-called "best friends" had the audacity to disrespect this guy or girl. It's just like when these people have been seriously rejected by their so-called "attractive peers" after they asked them out on dates or get together someday and because of the way they looked. The moment these people have forgotten about the others, it had finally dawned on them. It seems that these people never really wanted to be friend with each other or go out on dates in the near future, anyway. And come to think of it, It's not enough for them. Some people are just completely ungrateful. After everything these people have done for each other, like ask them out on dates and/or offering them real friendships, it's like they've accomplished nothing. Even breaking their backs for each other, it's still not enough. And this type of rejection is making everybody sick, even me. Well, no more of being rejected. No more of being treated like trash. And no more being stepped on and pushed around. This type of rejection has got to stop. So as of right now, this ends right now! Enough is enough, and it's time for a real change!
Darkness envelopes the plain Moving stealthily among Unsuspecting rows of houses Filled with unbroken sleep The wind, afraid to move Lest it were to awaken Even one from the grasp Of this wretched sleep. And yet one feels a cry A long lost song of hope Silent, yet unnerving It strives to be heard. The long hands of despair Seek to embrace them The singers of these songs That reek of loss, irreplaceable. Tired hands work on The day progresses and yet An end is not in sight The sun sets, they work on. They feast upon the dregs Dropped from the heavens That are found on earth To subdue their hunger. Fate, they say is to blame For their woeful condition For their pathetic existence Fate and fate alone. Nature herself anguishes Over the painful loss Of her many children To the unruly hands of men. A carcass floats down the river Its stench numbs the senses Is it a man or an animal? No one knows and no one cares. The song of a newborn Muffled by the gruff hand That binds and drags it Across the river of death. The song of hunger Slowly rumbling through Like thunder on earth Silenced only by tired sleep. The song of sorrow From deep within the hearts Of people young and old Softened only by time. These are but three Of the many songs that are Heard only by deep silence And no one else. The gods above in heaven And the gods below Carry on with their mirth Not hearing these songs. Songs of silence, of blood Songs of death, of decay Songs of yesterday Songs devoid of joy. They are everywhere and yet They are heard by none They are sublime and merge Into the void that is life.
Seven years have passed since first I married him Whence he succombed his bride Yet when I told him of babe we'd due it felt our love just withered up and died For the man he changed, no, the child we had not planned Pushed me around until to others ashamed I lied I'd fallen, or bumped myself again, backed him up, supported him, everything denied. When babe was born, I thought we'd learn to love Try to make things work together with pride But now cut off from all my friends in time, it's nursing I only now that I must bide. Although I raise our child I am so sad, my life has stopped, when they play up I fret that you will chide and fear that you'll know not of when to stop Frightened, huddled close we rock, we hide. Once grown up, at school a freedom found, whilst you're at work – your daily grind. Lucky new friend we find to guide us back to safety relieved, released. Apart, I know head high that I had tried.
Sometimes you seem to be the person, I once knew and fell in love with, And sometimes you just seem to appear, To be a perfectly stranger to me. Which Causes me to wonder, If I should be here or not, Because it makes me wonder, If this thing we have is really meant to be. In your heart and mind, You never see what is wrong, Cause you only see the green pasture, Instead of the thickets and thorns, Our relationship will never get any better, If things don't change, And we both work on clearing out the painful parts, Because it will keep us both cut up, with hearts that are torn. Sometimes I really wonder if you, Want this to work out or not, Cause you say one thing but, Your heart isn't really in this, Like it used to be, And hasn't for a really long time, Which brings me back to the question, If this is meant to be?
cry? sometimes I just want to say your life is yours to keep or throw away When you want me to make up the rules to a game I don't know how to play Don't know what I'm supposed to do to keep you safe from that thing called you If everything you say is true You're gonna do it anyway Am I the only one that's gonna cry when you finally get the guts to die Do you just need someone to say goodbye Or someone to talk ya down I know you're hurting desperately I know you're ready for eternity' Does it help to know that you're hurting me since I'm the only one around Oh tell me that you feel better now, that we can talk and work it out some how Won't you tell me that you found a way take a deep breath and see another day Did you pick me out so I could be The one who stands staring helplessly the lucky lucky man who gets to see Just how serious you are Well I hope you know you're being cruel to choose a poor empathetic fool to watch you do that thing you're gonna do You finally get to be the star oh tell me that you feel better now that we can talk and work it out some how won't you tell me that you found a way take a deep breath and live another day will it be a razor blade or gun perhaps a nice high dive would be more fun The pills are painless when the day is done since I'm the one who gets to feel Go ahead and make it quick and clean if not for me it would be sight unseen God how I wish I had a time machine to take you back when you were real Oh tell me that you feel better now that we can talk and work it out somehow Oh won't you tell me that you found a way Take a deep breath and breathe another day
Introduction: For those who're wandering confused within the lost and found - seeking silence… Truth be never futile Stay and see awhile, Call back your forgotten dreams And feel that frozen smile, Linger of Love be worth eternal wait; When the time is right – That verity we do still hate And later we wind up too late, There forth we get lost in fate We get bemused with our innate That we can't still relate, Don't take on yourself as bate As never you trust an inmate, Our hopes and thoughts they fade away And we just see closed gates, So slay the lies, dig up the truth Someday you shall find, your forgotten fate…
The loo enters during summers, The chill penetrates in the winters The ceiling leaks during monsoons, The mosquitoes sting like harpoons Came to the city with many dreams From the lands of plains, valleys & streams Came to the city, to earn a living, with wishes The mirage of untold, unforeseen riches (The City) Pulled them into its greedy claws, Hiding it's own weaknesses, it's flaws What have they become here, now? Forced to make their heads bow, As a driver, sweeper or domestic help Confined to their lowly class, like a slave's whelp Ridiculed, raped, beaten, manipulated Was it in their fate, to be cheated? Were they not happy, in their valleys, their farms? What drove them to the city, in great swarms? Will they ever go back, escape? Or will the city life forever hold them agape?
Lately, I have noticed a very disturbing trend. Many people wish for their life to end! There are many circumstances that bring this about. Many feel "trapped in," and think "there's no way out!" I admit,... I have been very discouraging thoughts. Sometimes, wondering, if I was dealt "the wrong lot." But just when I feel alone and trapped within. I think about Jesus! He's always been my friend! I've called to him more than a time or two... When I didn't know "what I was going to d." When, to him, I cried out and pleaded... He's given to me the hope and direction I needed! I recommend this same Jesus to your life today! Whatever your problem... He has made a way! An abundant assurance Is what Jesusbrings! He is an awesome God! And can take care of everything! Your problems are never too big or small for him to take control. He can bring healing to you! And make your body whole! He is what's needed! In this lost and dying generation! Won't you accept his mercy and salvation??? By Jim Pemberton 2012
Don't struggle; this will calm you down, It's rather potent stuff, And then take these ones once a day, For they turn your teardrops off, Same for these ones, once a day, They numb all your emotions, And that headache's purely physical, Just try rubbing in these lotions, I'm not sure why you're having trouble Getting to sleep at night, No worries, I've got tablets for that, Just try them out tonight, Will that be all? I've got a lot Of patients to see today, Just pump yourself full of pills, Then get out and go away.
The blizzard had past and with it the wind. In the sunshine she surveyed the rubble. She thought she should smile But snow made her shiver And the dream felt like something she couldn't not feel And the mailman and mama and girls in white dresses were too far away For her face to cause them discomfort disguised as disapproval. So she didn't smile And instead became aware That the snow lingering on her nose and eyelashes Was melting in streams down her cheeks. If only, if only The voice still it beckoned About to rise to continue her quest She heard a distant melody approaching Reedy, alto and minor Played by a stranger in a woolen poncho and leather boots Flanked by a hound in a jewel studded collar. As he neared, he slid the music maker into its holder on his belt, Commanded the hound be still, And proceeded to silently clean up the rubble As she sat watching with streams on her cheeks. She heard the entreating 'if only' still calling But after some moments of watching him work In graceful, efficiency, completely soundless She no longer heeded the call And though it continued After a while She didn't hear it at all. He finished his work And drew from his pocket a perfectly soft bandana. With a tear in his eye And the gentlest of smiles Wiped the snow from her lashes. And gave her a rose. 'Here, love' Looking down at the petals she saw a drop And in it her perfect reflection. With tears still streaming she felt like smiling. 'Thank you, love' she said In her own voice The voice of her dream.
Imagine a lovely garden, tea for two, and this story . . . I had never seen anyone like him before in my life. We met on a Thursday... or was it a Tuesday...? It was a Tuesday. I was going to the copy machine at work, you know where I work right? Yeah, that office off of Eighth Ave. As I was saying, I was going to the copy machine... I was looking down at the papers I was about to copy, you know, making sure everything was right, when suddenly I bumped into this massive figure. When I finally looked up, I saw this hunk of a guy, huge muscles, and the brightest smile that seemed to fulfill its purpose: to make me fall in love. And at that moment, I knew I loved that man... you know what I mean? After our little run-into, we scheduled small rendezvous at secret places. But one night, he took me to this expensive Italian place. Just gorgeous. And afterward, we went to his place... and we made love. Yes, we made love: beautiful, exotic love. I knew that man had my heart. Well, I woke up the next morning, still in his bed, to find a note in the night stand. "See you when I see you." I knew that was bad when I read it. But I didn't dwell on it too much. I went to work in hopes to meet him again, but it turns out that he... he... he qu-qu-quit. Was it me?! It couldn't have been. So after work *sniff*, I went to his house to see if he w-was th-there. The neighbor said he had moved. Th-thanks for the Kleenex. But it couldn't have been me. I L-L-LOVED him! But...*sniff*... I saw him today... he just looked at me and shook his head. That's all?! That's all I get?! After giving this man my heart?! Wh-what did I do to deserve this?! Why couldn't h-he just tell m-me that h-he didn't like me? It's me... I know it's me. I did something wrong. I-I-I know it must be me.... I apologized but he just walked off... I even got on my knees and begged him to take me back but he just walked away.... It's my fault.... I know it is.... It has to be.
He went away for a while now returning from military service, things were different—changed! Businesses closed and jobs scarce. Then he asked, "Where are the jobs? Where are the factories and businesses?" They told him: "cheaper labor was found, operating cost was less in other places, they had gone south… and overseas." "But what about the people? Moms, dads, brothers, sisters, sons, daughters, husbands and wives? What will they do now?" "They will find another way!" They told him. The factories and jobs are gone moved to a different place they were fighting to stay afloat struggling to make a profit. He thought, "This is like our men and women, wearing the uniform, in a different place and time, Fighting for survival!" Dedicated to our men and women in uniform on the forefront!
before, I knew everything, who i was, who i wanted too be, knew what i was doing, what i wanted too do, knew where i was, where i was going, where i wanted too go, but now, it's different, i don't know what i want, who i am, where i'm going, what i want too do, i just don't know myself anymore. i'm changing so much, and i don't like it, it's out of my control, over my limits, doing things i would have never of done, and hurting people on the way, i just want the old me back, the nice one, the innocent looking girl, with a million dreams, the girl who once knew herself.
If you want to be a writer, you might as well forget money, forget richness, forget happiness, the ink pierces your skin- in, out, in, out, such a pattern of mourning- it strips all pride in hopes you'll quit- give up- like they all do. You might as well sign the contract of death- to die before any work-if that even is published, or merely acknowledged. The steps of becoming one with the pen, and page- begin with hurt there's no way you can achieve a smile when a thousand doubts are slapping your face. Mocking you so you're locked up in your own world- without a key. The pity emphasizes the fact you're unknown and from that you always will be hopes and dreams are stomped on while you continue to change the world with a single line- 7 syllables; I want to be a writer. Well of course you do- but can you run through the eternal disaster? Hoping you get through without a single scar single scratch, blood only kept within. That's the defining moment- blood seeping through- searing feeling of the climax and then it all ends.
In today's highlight of moral issues: leadership of clergy in the Catholic Church; seen as a major backlog of urgent need that came out as the topic of our guest speaker. She's Dr Monica Applewhite, Ph.D. who presented 'leadership' in perspective held at St Joseph's Seminary in Yonkers; a huge place, a better rendezvous for this event. Understanding the problem as the first item brought us to embrace our roles as priests; safe environments for children and adolescents the main issue that was explored and shared. The clergy of the whole archdiocese of New York attended this session with learning experience; it's an update and a continuing information that Church's faith points to a shared witness. With the presence of our beloved Cardinal Egan who reinforced a plea for his clergy people, alertness, action, vigilance and prayer that's how he drew the process in a nutshell. Defined as a decision that demands seriousness, our discipleship, our calling entails commitment; as men of God in service to his own people, our priority has its share of sorrows and joys. To battle with the world, the flesh and the devil, these are constant forces, tests and trials; involved in this journey of following him, Christ, our model and source of inspiration. The cost of discipleship for someone like me, embraces situations common to all people how life is being led with depth and allegiance; a biblical portrait, a priority matter, that Christ – has called me to commit and be of service.
To a manager its clever To knowledgeable employees its torture To smart employees its exploitation To the rest it feels like slavery What separates a motivator from a con artist What separates a motivator from an abuser Cant prove it. Does that make it legal Does that make it fair They don't care Pay me what I'm worth I've got nowhere since birth They keep me poor As they want more All I want is somewhere to live My life is give, give, give Nothing in return But I learn
Have you ever seen The portrait of a dog Painted on the road, Not in the great tradition Of living colours as you'd Expect, but in all the Terror and detail of An untimely death? Have you ever seen The sketch of an imposing house Rendered not in vibrant charcoal But the coal of shattered Hopes and burnt out hulks- The work of the Great Artist above Or the mean imitation of an earthly forger? Have you ever seen The picture of an ocean beach With dark waters lapping The fish-laid shore, Not the magnum opus of A master in oils; but The work of an oil slick? Have you ever seen These great Works of Art? And have you ever wondered why You had to be The great portrait Of a Master Caricaturist?
High school days are gone And all the work are done As we are about to take a leap Our memories together I will keep There will be tears to cry As we move on and bid goodbye I know it will be hard to fly Without you on my way up high Thanks for the lift That is a great gift The jokes and your smile Made me forget the pain for a while Now is the time to take the crown Don't face the world with a frown Let them see your smiling face And dancewith them with grace When all of today's work are done It doesn't mean our freindship is gone I hope someday you'll be fine You'll realize that . . . Graduation is not Goodbye
The smooth caress of porcelain… twenty pearls inside a shell… the gaze from marbles as lightning strikes… the maiden speaks without a word. Flashes of amber like stars from heaven… subtle rays at dusk… twilight, denied of darkness… mirrors guide the moon. The breeze, hums a song… harmony of light and a strip of film… praises given, yet abrupt… barely heard, more often than not. A different vogue for every frame… the smile in lips has still remained… though in the eyes, tears have welled… and trickle slowly down each cheek.
I walked in the house. you were on the couch. the whole family was there. you said to me i was not good enough for you. i said what are you talking about? he said i dont love you anymore your just not good enough. so i left the room crying. then it was all a blanck.
An African man with family in pain. An African man whose crops fail again They work in the field with this miserable crop. "Please give us some water, and not just a drop." His children are sick. Wife dying in bed. Like the crops in the field, they will all be dead. Please listen dear world, don't leave us behind. We work so hard for this worthless grind. The soldiers will come they'll kill one and all. I fear for my family will someone, please hear my call. The men in the west with their riches and wealth. The men in the west care not for our health. If our country had 'oil' in large fields off-shore I'm sure we would live with no civil war. The African skies can't give us our rain. Our crops cannot grow in this dried up sad plain. I fear for my daughters should the 'rebels' arrive. "Will they spare my young family? will they keep us alive? The sound of the drums call out loud and clear. Some day we'll be free, alas not this year. Our country is scorched by the evil we see. Please help us dear God please set us all free.
My mind is poisoned by my dreams, Forbidden thoughts, forbidden themes. My lips are sewn, my hands are tied, Well, I deserved it. It's all right. A chance of being understood Just stands no chance, as no one could Unlock two always open doors - You turned the keys and locked them both. A couple drinks won't work today, A couple tragedies don't matter. If honesty is hard to play, I simply quit. It's for the better. No love to trust, no trust to love, But you still play this useless stuff. These cupid-stupid endless games Are pure lies in subtle frames. You all agree my words are clear And so damn true! But in your fear To contradict the pattern set You solemnly declare me mad. A couple drinks won't work today, A couple tragedies don't matter. If honesty is hard to play, I simply quit. It's for the better. I'll change the rules or quit the game, Your strategy is really lame, So now my words are way too brusque, And it's the dawn of your dusk! A couple drinks won't work today, A couple tragedies don't matter. If honesty is hard to play, I simply quit. It's for the better.
I'll tip too through the hallway can't wake him up its late I can't seem to do a thing he really doesn't hate I work two jobs and in between I make sure he is fed Laundry done, his clothes set out, and put the kids to bed Off to work 'til 5 AM and home again I go Straight there and back no detours otherwise he'll know Miles written down from last night when I went to work I know that sounds stupid but we're talking about a jerk Keep your mouth shut you have no idea what you're saying I work all day long it's your bills I'm paying Keep those babies quiet I have to concentrate You're nagging me again there's nothing more I hate Thrown to the ground I lay there not knowing what to do As I lay there crying he kicks me with his shoe Why do you make me do this? I will not ask again Before I know it I'm hit again this time it's on my chin I beg him to just let me go and I'll clean up the mess That was wishful thinking now he's ripped my dress You dress like a whore that's how you will be treated No end in sight I know it now this argument is heated I stand back and listen as he yells at me some more He grabs me by my neck now and slams me into the door Please be quiet I'll do what you say I think you woke the boys Just give me a minute I have them play with their toys I wipe my face and straighten up my dress so they will not see I can't let them ever know what their father's done to me Shhh be quiet and lay back down it's not time to play right yet I make sure their busy or I know what they'll get Why can't I change this story that has become my life? Nothing is the same with him since I became his wife.
You always seem to be working. Or youre always with someone else. I know youre busy, And I know you love me. But sometimes it feels, That it only goes one way. I feel like I put in all the effort, When it comes to talking and seeing eachother. Sometimes I wish you would quit your job, And make me more of a priority. But I would never tell you that, Because I dont want to seem rude. I need you now, And you dont seem to care, Because you have other plans. And I cry at night, just knowing, That Im not your number 1 priority anymore. I need to be more than an option. Or something to do when you get bored. You say thats not what I am, But thats certainly how I feel. I love you so much, And you say the same to me, But actions speak louder than words. Even little things would do, Like flowers or an unexpected message. I like things like that, And I hint constantly, But nothing ever comes from them. Im tired of feeling so lonely, When Im supposed to have you to count on. I need you more than anything, And I feel like you couldnt care less. I love you, you need to know that. And I know that you love me. But you need to be around more often, For me not to loose faith in us.
A watch from the berrtes eye secret silinet he cryies through the work of a jugten deed a world he sit where no one takes heed the new wind blows ash in dust a look from wishiling window showing no aprayven norical forshiven As the shadow towers over me I sing a hearts praise to all lost children awaken and dawriness intent begavaning my eventdence i shower the the places of my past in this overchure of suprise I cradle my last emphise I work hard to make thing new I began with this next of kin A tiped nouse blinking it's fastin The dull axes couteraction I wangraond uptichure of my atimasity Apraganding these two heartbroken lovers Sore under oath to persert them both I walk alone to actord my salvage The presure of this unburn thratise bragging in my face I object in theses halls of forgatton backlashing This four hored watch this ucrane As the mamed game backran her i am avenged THw wac swocks the tuk bock lock While i cindle my brushin brides backstab
Emily wakes up laughing but I see tears upon her pillow. She's so far away from shoulders and sleeves. Remembering surrendering. No more pajama tops or secrets in the dark, just a flame burning slowly down to spark. Where and when then and there she's losing track of details. She punches the clock and puts together pieces of permanent plastic. She hears a song, her strength is gone. She lays down her munitions. Crying on the coward's birthday.
Its still hard to believe that you're gone away from me can you get it through your head that we are meant to be if you cant get it through then Im not the one for you we been seperated for several years I did my share now its up to you to change your ways to act like a man admit you were wrong when you fuked my friend and when that night I caught you at the club with another woman givin kisses and hugs It takes more of a man to be true to his wife it makes me so sad youre not actin right I still have thoughts of you that youre comin back its communication that you lack, im willing to work it out to save this marriage but its up to you to pick up your slack, but if you dont I will love you no matter what even when this divorce is through, deep down within me I still want to be with you I want to hold you in my arms and never let go, I want to love you forever and grow old Indeed I tried so hard to work this out but you keep on putting me down when in fact, it was you who cheated on me with a few, my bestfriend, your lady friend, after all this mess, I still love you
Throwaway child abandoned by father rejected by mother No place to call home no food, no safety, no shelter just work to be done. Minding the store, paying the bills, taking care of mother and little brother. Child promised her mother, "I won't let you loose the house." Sent to school often tired and hungry, Classmates showed no mercy. "Say you're a boy! Cry!" Taunted, battered, tortured; the child refused to cry. She sucked all the emotion in, Vowed to defeat all enemies, to protect, provide and serve her family no matter the cost. Young girl called upon to be a man always felt male inside.
This is a notice of my disgust To a man I thought that I could trust What thoughts could have been in your head Because all you've accomplished is to make me feel dread I really don't ever want to go back I just want to give up on it all & pack I want to go home now more than ever All connection with this place I would like to sever But of course I'm caught in a catch 22 Because for my kids lives leaving is not the right thing to do As always I will put my girls future first I hope I can continue without an outburst I don't know how I'm gonna deal with this revolt When all it's doing is making me want to bolt.
Honey we've been together a few years now, but the truth is Our love was counterfeit, those hugs and kisses were all useless You knew I was a good man but I got no respect I put my all into this relationship and i got nothing left I even went to God with it but he didn't tell me what I wanted to hear So it brings me to the point, when I tell you what you always feared The well of love that ran dry with you I found again But not with you, her, yes her, I'll stop beating around it then She provided abundantly with support, when i felt pityful It was never sexual between us, she managed to tap into my spiritual I used to reflect back to our good time and soak my pillows with tears Torment to my heart, to rationalize with throwing away all these years Why couldn't we work it our is the first thought that comes to mind But I'll hold back my tears, because my wounds will heal with time I know this will be hard to take so please listen man I wake up in the morning, gaze into the mirror, and see a different man Trust my words, I would never intentionally do anything to hurt your feelings I tried to work it out ans it seems like my prayer wouldn't go pass the ceiling It's not fair for me to lead you on, so I won't leave you wondering or something Honestly there is no longer an us, just you and I, becase there is another woman
It's a few years later and life has moved on, For most people around me the pain seems all gone. Distant is the memory of the fear and the pain, As if once forgotten it won't happen again. But I sit here alone, high on the hill, Overlooking the landscape that still is surreal. On the horizon is the city where we both loved to go, Only where once were two towers, somewhere now is her soul. I will never forget the events of that day, At the subway stop, where we parted our ways. I happened to watch her as she got lost in the crowd, Only a few hours later I would be sobbing out loud. The view from up here will never be the same, My mind still sees buildings where none do remain. But there's more missing then towers from this young man's life, My children's mother and my beautiful wife. So as years pass by and terrorists are found, Buildings spring up from the still scarred ground, People move on with their lives best they can, I sit here and wonder; when will I see her again? NOTE: My wife worked across the street from the WTC but did not go to work on 9/11 because she had a Dr's appointment that day. She is alive and well; but one day while wondering what could have happened if she went to work on that tragic day, my mind visualized a tormented soul lamenting his loss and I wrote this poem. This poem is fictional.
Standing outside, Working in the heat, Skin charred and brown, Weathered and leathery. There toils the laborer. He's fixed at a distance, Huddled with others. Like warehouse items, Tools packed together, Yet to be used. His clothes are caked, Decorated with dirt and dust. They are torn at the sides And unwashed for days— Except from his sweat. But when he comes near, You shy from his odor, Disgusted by the soiled shirt. Avoiding him like spoilt fruit Rotting when left in the sun too long. His arms are creased from overwork, His hands are like bricks, His body is weary and chipped, He is ready to crumble and break Like the rusted tools he carries. Yet he keeps toiling. Ignoring the complaints of the noise Or the accusations of lethargy. Swallowing his pride To earn his allowance.
Chorus2x : I don't know what's going on/ but I know it's not my fault/ I don't wanna be the one/ to let what we have be done/ Verse1: Baby when you said/ it was just you and me/ I thought you meant/ forever baby/ but you went and changed/ your words around/ now you acting like/ you can do without/ we been through so much/ baby can't you see/ I'm tryna work this out/ but you're not helping me/ leave her alone/ she you don't need/ 'cuz everything you need/ is right here in me/ Chorus2x Verse2: Now I can't believe/ that this is happening/ now the way you speak/ is like you blaming me/ you compare everything/ that I do or say/ to that girl/ boy I can't live this way/ don't you dare tell me/ that I'm the one who's wrong/ and how the way we are is all my damn fault/ keep tryna work this out/ but I can't go on/ so I just wanna tell ya/ baby I'm done/ chorus 2x
Like it for the feelings And like it for the words Because you don't have to like it for the setting that its been put in Don't hate my work because its what you've been trying to do for so long And don't hate me because I can write it Its the only thing I'm good at Even though I try so hard to do something else But this is the only thing that fits my personality I may be joyful And I may be playful But the one thing that I love to do is write all these for you It can take me hours Even days at the most To think of something that you will like And something that you'll love But you still don't like the layout So what I say is this Just like it for the feelings And just like it for the words Because just like your things its a work of art that nobody should miss.
Living from day to day, Trying to make life a better day. Doing the best you can, To keep food on your plate, And cool air from your fan. Bettering yourself , The only way you know how. Constantly wiping, The sweat from your brow. Satisfying the same rude boss And customers working so hard, To not let them get the best of us. Crying out to your family at home, Because you and your colleagues Don't get along. Going home to answer the phone. Finding yourself, doing the same Things at work as you do at home. The same old job that causes you To prematurely age can't pay You more than minimum wage. While at home watching your T.V., Hoping and dreaming, to have a crib Like a celebrity, you hope to have a Chandelier like theirs. Then you look up At your raggedy light fixture. Getting the Blurry image of you sitting in an old beat Up chair. You're thinking, "Hey, I work every day." "I work very hard, and I can't even get My job's credit card." "What can I do?" "I can do nothing but sit here and sob." "My health in success is failing, all Because I'm dying for a dead end job." wrote in college while sick of retail work (2003-2004) somewhere in that time
The memory of one night recently Still wanders intently through my brain I hear your voice in darkness and it leaves me Longing for more and it excitedly drives me insane You again had taken me places, and I ever so willingly went, That no man has ever been able to find All that with just you speaking to me through the phone line Even with many around you made me feel safe with your voice being so sweet, sexy and very kind If all this with just talking over the phone imagine if I again ever get your touch No control for me would be able to be contained because I need that so much but this with her is something you have to do, you have to try Yet you hold your hands to cover my eyes from this your afraid I'll cry You keep the truth from me because of how I may take it I need to know why I'm stronger now than you know Do you cover my eyes from your truth Because you don't just want to hurt my feelings and you want them spared Or do you hold you hand there Because deep down for me you and in love with me to and it's more right now then you realize or let yourself care You go ahead and try to work it all out between you two Hope she feels lucky or once again have another chance with you I sure would if in her shoes I would show you all what as a man you deserve I hope you give it a really good chance on making it all work out Because if you didn't you wouldn't be the man you are and have always been to everyone who's ever known you You wouldn't then be doing just everything you could possibly do It's true So do it don't stop until you're done If you need someone to talk to I'll still be here And still be trying not for you to shed one single tear And please know that I have always loved you I believe towards me you feel that way to Here is where I'll be If and when you need me When you remember when you see The other night so recently How the memory wanders through your brain How we can yet still drive each other so lovingly insane
If we lost our lives for every mistake we made We wouldn't make mistakes So I'mma give them a break Some say my soul may perish in flakes So for now I'mma cherish these blue lakes Later I'mma give them a break You living right, Die any given night Dig up your corpse, no remorse Mistake for mistake Now I'mma give em a break I script my soul, this uncherished life on blank disc Lie killed, smothered by the only blanket this fire missed Taken by the same barrell you kissed Come back in twenty years if your truly missed U.P.D harrassing me Patting me down, chestising me Claiming they smell marijuana Different topic if you choose to sell at a beach in Laguana I've never puffed a blunt Never gripped a new port Should I ever bluff a stunt But I got better things to do than sue the courts Duck tape ankles to knees Hands to thighs Let their flesh dangle in ease so simple to please No demands, my spand to die Pulled me over nine times in seven days Twice in ten minutes Stressed my shoulders, I'mma define crime, murder, each in in eleven ways Roll the dice, darkness begins Uniformed body's being pulled up by janitors and tenants I work my anus off, literally I work it off Taking 17 hours, working 3 jobs 70 hours of production a week For this promise I will keep Your nightmares Are preminitions of me coming for you during sleep
Lost in this maze This maze I call my brain Trying to break through these walls To where she never calls As life ticks away I'm lost, lost in this maze Take it as it's given Play the hand you were dealt It all sounds so easy When YOU'RE the one dishing it out What do you do when the line makes you? I'm lost, lost in this maze How do you solve it when you can't start from the end? You have to work your way through it Hit every wall, turn around at every dead end Thoughts of confusion From questions with no deanswer I'm lost, lost in this maze Never know what's wrong Never know what's right Will it ever end? What's the point? Who do you listen to when you can't trust anyone? What do you do when nothing will be right? where do you go when you just want to escape? I'm lost, lost in this maze To everyone else this is just drama A real life soap opera They don't seem to realize This is my world crumbling down around me Crushing me under it's weight I'm lost, lost in this maze Advice comes from every corner Support from every sturdy wall But here comes that edge again Slicing me open like i'm the specimen Laughing as I bleed I'm lost, lost in this maze No on can relate No on surely 'knows' No matter what they say, this is how it goes; Those you want to talk to most You can't work up the nerve Those you want to go away Ask a question in every word I'm lost, lost in this maze What's going on? Where am I headed? Why is this happening to me? why are you doing this? Pushing me like this? Abusing me like this? Confusing me like this? Does it matter? Is anyone even listening? I'M LOST, LOST IN THIS MAZE This fake smile covers my face They say I can't act, but I have them all believing I never used to frown Now I'm breaking down Are you testing me? Is this all a dream? I'm lost, lost in this maze I run faster My heart pumps My head spins My breathe restricts I'm confused I'm hurt I'm lonely I'm lost Lost in this maze This maze I call my brain
An old man standing on his porch The sun so hot it feel's like a torch Strawhat pulled down to shade his eyes In the distance he hears a lonesome Dove cry He works from sunup everyday,till late afternoon Stands on his porch, and looks at the moon He thinks of his wife and happier days But she is no more,God called her away He now lives all alone No one to share his humble home His children have moved far away Looking for a better way Tears in his eyes he wipes away His thoughts are of yesterday
What really happened there Making the mine to collapse, Leaving all six men trapped While for a breath they gasp. Sirens and lights filled the air Quickly emergency crews arrive, They work imediately but cautiously In hopes to find the miners alive. Family and friends all gather Weeping together in prayer, For no new news as of yet Even strangers are gathering theree. Many people growing restless The shock, panic and fear, Nobody really knowing much Just waiting for the miners to appear. Dead or alive is now the question Will it be home or grave they go, Praying with faith and hope If only the answer we would know.
The leader is ahead, you know, His head held high, his chest held low, As he races through the snow, Where he leads, the rest will go. The harnessed dogs have aching feet, A pound of fish is all they eat, Yet they will never face defeat, Till their job is all complete. The pride of pulling is in their heart, Till death will make their lives depart, They will pull the rugged sleigh, Until they see their final day. They toil without one complaint, They try to keep from being faint, Sled dogs are, I know, a faithful saint, A picture of Christ's life they paint, He died faithfully for His greatest love, He died so we may all be with Him above, And if the sled dog loves pulling the sled so, Jesus loved to save from sins, so much more you know?
To glorify the leading star he obits the big named performer with blank face in shabby clothing and for his part is so minute it doesn't matter whether he exists or not. Although, he falls under the sword with gushing blood, killed by a single gun shot without a word, or dies by a thrusting spear with a short groan, no one cares to cry for his tragic death, because he has no name, no tomb. A day of extra's life is to learn how to wait and to survive through one day at a time. He roams around the studio patiently for his given day and, while roaming around the empty studio he becomes a dim shadow under the darkening sky, and when the sky getting darker and darker he follows the sets with a moon, with the stars, to the location where the scenery that is to shot and glorify the big name, as the truckloads that move along in a long formed line. If you spend a day in Hades, it will shorten a day of given life. For death is proof of the contrary to the living, and waiting game is the part of extra's life, though the life seemed to be worthless, and therefore, no cast of a play is given for his sake, the extra, the leftover life, also is the existing being until he falls under the sword, killed from a single bullet, trusted to die by a spear.
They are poor, Being good for sure, They can't see the real world, In their dream world; They are always smart, With their smooth heart They are unhappy, As their life became a floppy. They are always with fear, As their eyes has only tear; They are mens, Who dont know to write with pens They are childrens, Who dont know to count even tens. They can eat, When they are in the streets, They even beg, For a egg; They walk in the streets, Even when the sun heats They have no wealth, And only a little health. They are not blessed by god, Even though they work like a rod; They have ambition, Even in this condition; And about us, We are blessed; We have eyes, We can see; We have mouth, We can shout, We should live together, Even in a changing weather. We should have a good role And a good goal; Aim, get the fame, Win the game and get a good name.
Manipulator Manipulator of the corn and sun making waves of amber grains learning to be future time traveling now just marking time taking up spaces meant to be used by people just like the eye peggy sue and bobby billy ginger lee using all the markers calling all the shots calling all the markers in to guarantee a slot manipulating everyone around them with the worthless they become promises of sex to pay for some every other word coming from a worthless space saying things to others a disgrace saying things like oh that well that it does not really matter why do you keep on bringing that item up to me it does not really matter much to me a parting shot a drifting howl goodbye a cipher in my eye tomorrow will be better for that is when we triumph that is when we win tomorrow we will rise up stronger from the din of all the worthless noises tearing all the ears away tomorrow when the band begins again to play what happened to today manipulator
The Lifer Eye feel so sorry for someone that cares for only work and cannot have a little fun it seems so sad to me they cannot use the world to live or love but robot only seems to me a fate as worse as any death has come to those in work zones he looked for all the world a sad sad man when he said there is only work related things allowed on his bulletin board in the work zone land. He has helped me many times but now he told me with his eyes that eye am just a cipher in his life he died when he signed up for cash a lifer stuck upon the number given him when job was given name a number in the zone a lifeless thing a lifer come to stay how many gentle readers have the number or the name just like the lifer man the game is god the thing is done now no new information in the lifer zone allowed. No Soul.
Time within the earth hour was lengthening. The other god was sleeping. Becoming was inviting the death while climbing. Frostbite amputates the memory. Ending without beginning, I was asking the seeker to stop searching the answers. The houses were burning on the road, silence, had a vertical sound, no words, no tongue. Death had tears of blood riding on the horseback it was charging on the wandering incense. SATISH VERMA
There it was before me yet, I could not approach. It taunted me this day as I ached for its use, but retreated from it. Monday called to me as work became priority, but my focus was still on it and its power. Oh why! The bittersweet agony of knowing soon, but never soon enough, overcame me as this day dragged into a week of sacrificed time.
People tell me that I'm not the person I use to be Tell me what has changed about me Is the thought that I don't want to be lonely Or is it the thought of me literally Have I strayed more away from Ty Because I busy worrying about some guy Have I gave up all my needs In this reality Just so some guy can be with me Have I changed because I'm afraid to be alone? And remained by my self Because it feels only in my mind that I need to be with someone else Have I changed because I don't spend much time with my son? Because every day I'm always on the run Have I changed because people made me changed? Or I made my self actually Changed People don't know how I feel or even know what's going on with me And if they knew I wonder how would they looked or think of me Probably the same way they think or looked now What am I supposed to say to that wow? When I sit here and think about it I have changed Not because of Zaya And not because of Drew But because of the emptiness I felt inside after it felt like I lost the love of my life Ever since drew my life has changed Not because of them but because of me Feeling lonely Not knowing how to be alone Knowing that it's ok to be alone Because being alone hurts And nobody likes being alone But I guess if that person is bringing you down There is no other option but to turn your life around Before every thing you work so hard for all comes to an end And at the end nothing has been accomplished And everything you work hard for is gone And their wont be nothing to do but think about how wrong everything has gone I guess the best thing for me to do is be alone for a while So that my life can grow And I can accomplished more than I ever wanted in life Because you never know what you have until is gone
A beautiful mind Brilliant thinker Poetic words capture everyone's attention Consumes knowledge And revels in it Life surpasses this vessel Circumstances superceede the thoughts Reality takes a visit and moves in Stimulation miniscule Stuck quielty behind a desk
Restrictive Services Restrictive Services Knowledge kept would be the crime of the century plant the knowledge in a pot of kept who gets it who wins no one wins all will die the field of flowers covers me eye cry the wind has taken all my thoughts the sorrow of the world has come the pot is kept the knowledge pot but even worse restrictions come the harder it gets the harder it seems to become no one wins when knowledge leaves the knowledge pot unless it shares with all the people come the candle burning at both ends impresses no one the work ignored the knowledge soon repressed the books are burned the burning dress is added to the pep rally bond fire and the work the fun is gone toss in all the textbooks while the devil dances there and animal become
Because of need, I toil, I sweat, I bear the burden of others' ills. Despite the efforts, nothing's gained. Again and again, my blood is spilled. Middle class man in a dead end job Doing the best for the family, the home. Stabbed again, by the men with no eyes Gives my mind the intention to roam. More money to gain or is respect the want? Do I dare make a change in my life? Will I be able to provide for the children? Will I be able to make happy, my wife? Keep looking ahead and lose not my own. At least that's what I keep saying. For a day will come when all will get theirs Or at least, that is for what I am praying.


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CINCINNATI -- The Milwaukee Brewers lost their first road series of the season, after falling at Cincinnati 4-to-3 in 10 innings yesterday. The Crew dropped three-of-four against the Reds, after going into the series with just two road defeats. Todd Frazier won the finale with a double that scored Chris Heisey, who walked with two out. The Crew had a one-run lead in the eighth when Brandon Phillips tied it with a solo homer off Brandon Kintzler.


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BATON ROUGE, LA (NBC33) — An interim chief has been named, but former chief Dewayne White hasn't given up on getting his job back.
White's lawyer, Jill Craft, filed an appeal today with the State Civil Service Board. She hopes the board will agree that White's firing was done illegally.
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My friend built a conical plug that sits inside his mast and has holes drilled through it for the wiring to pass through. It has a single drain hose attached to the bottom of the cone, and that leads to a hose that drains out side the mast. Not a bad solution but was a pain to make and install.
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Primary Sukuk Market to pickup in March
01 March 2015 GMTAfter a slow start to the year in the primary Sukuk market, RHB Research is expecting a slew announcements in final month of 1Q15.
IILM Re-Issues Two Sukuk, Both Twice Over-Subscribed
25 February 2015 GMTAfter a quiet start to 2015, Sukuk market activity picked up this week with short-term issuances from Bahrain and the IILM.
Large $990 million IILM Sukuk to be auctioned next week
18 February 2015 GMTThe International Islamic Liquidity Management (IILM) will be auctioning next week 2 short-term Sukuk with maturities of 3 and 6 months.
GCC Sukuk issuances by volume declined 52% y-o-y to USD2.08b
10 February 2015 GMTGCC Sukuk issuances by volume declined 52% y-o-y to USD2.08bn in January 2015.
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19 January 2015 GMTS&P expects total issuance to cross the $100 billion mark again in 2015.
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Dancing by myself
wearing my favorite jeans and an itty bitty shirt
and jasmine perfume
with the music so loud
singing along
watching myself reflected in the window
and my shadow on the floor
because there's nobody else around
and it feels good to be me.
But then you're here
and our bodies once as sure as twining snakes
are strangers
full of elbows and knees
awkward angles
and blind mistakes
my rhythm is gone
the music lost in meaningless noise.
Your eyes find mine
and your hands guide my hips
into a new rhythm
gentler than the first
guide me to a music quieter
that only we can hear
and we are nothing but two vines
growing on the same tree
indistinguishable from each other.
Then you're gone and by myself again
Wearing dirty jeans and your green sweatshirt
that still smells like you
The music pounding out of the speakers so loud
the floor shivers
where my foot counts the beat
biding my time
until we can dance together again.


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Stephanie St / E Flamingo Rd median real estate price is $201,093, which is more expensive than 51.3% of the neighborhoods in Nevada and 59.2% of the neighborhoods in the U.S.
The average rental price in Stephanie St / E Flamingo Rd is currently $1,835, based on NeighborhoodScout's exclusive analysis. The average rental cost in this neighborhood is higher than 83.5% of the neighborhoods in Nevada.
Stephanie St / E Flamingo Rd is a suburban neighborhood (based on population density) located in Las Vegas, Nevada.
Stephanie St / E Flamingo Rd real estate is primarily made up of medium sized (three or four bedroom) to large (four, five or more bedroom) single-family homes and townhomes. Most of the residential real estate is owner occupied. Many of the residences in the Stephanie St / E Flamingo Rd neighborhood are newer, built in 2000 or more recently. A number of residences were also built between 1970 and 1999.
Stephanie St / E Flamingo Rd has a 17.4% vacancy rate, which is well above average compared to other U.S. neighborhoods (higher than 79.8% of American neighborhoods). This could either signal that there is weak demand for real estate in the neighborhood, or that much of the housing stock is seasonally occupied, which can occur in some markets dominated by colleges or vacation homes. Either way, if you live here year round, you will find many of the homes or apartments are empty for all or a portion of the year.


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Wraith Of Caine coming soon.
PREVIOUS: Pusha T – Blocka f. Popcaan & Travi$ Scott (prod. Young Chop)
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The whole dope dealer facade is played the fuck out now, you're 35 ffs!
Pusha is a dope mc but his downfall is his still going on about cocaine all the time his worse than officer ricky and shit grow up dude your brother already said it aint real
this would be a good trailer for the album. what did anything in the trailer had to with "Wraith of Caine"
The longer this dude takes between songs the less interested I am. The Clipse was hot but hes only half and that was a long time ago. Def still fuck with some of this new stuff but hes not as great as most make him out to be.
I'm excited by both project, it's gon' be fire, I'm sure
I'm a big fan of Push and I can see why dudes getting pissed with out outplayed coke shit but I guess it's all the dude knows :/
Lately Pusha been saying he's the greatest rapper living. Hope this mixtape gives that claim some kind of logic or at least comes out doper then his last mixtape.
A LOT OF YOU NIGGAS AIN'T GONE BE ABLE TO RELATE HIS PUSHA MUSIC! yall be listening to that frank ocean shit
@Busta McThunderstick and the rest of you faggoot ass niggas talk about how drug rap ain't cool no more, yeah probably in yo neighborhood but in a lot of other neighborhoods ppl can relate, its a MIXTAPE not a album so if you wanna DL it then do so, if not STFU!
it says "wraith" instead of "wrath" so which one is it?
@rjs it's wrath of caine, not wraith.
Real hip hop fans know in between the drug talk Pusha spits some real knowledge. Him and his brother.
There's a reason why after Jive bought out Arista Records artists like Bonecrusher and J-Kwon disappeared while The Clipse stayed relevant...
^ Truth be told.
people stay hatin the real but love the fakes. go listen to drake u bums
Hates it when they sell out. Hates it when they don't sell out.
2DB commenters, smh...
The haters make me laugh me though


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[Note: for more information on the birds listed in the following account, go to the Apalachicola River - Wildlife Sampler.]
At Bloody Bluff and Gardner Landing with their bottomland hardwoods and gum-cypress communities you might observe a bald eagle or osprey over the water, wood duck (and other water fowl), wading birds, red-shouldered hawk, barred owl, swallow-tailed and Mississippi kites, hairy and pileated woodpeckers, red-eyed vireo, Acadian flycatcher, northern parula and Swainson's, prothonotary, yellow-throated, and hooded warblers.
Along Cash Creek and the tidal freshwater marsh one might observe rails, shorebirds, wading birds, and raptors. In the surrounding mesic flatwoods one might see or hear a brown-headed nuthatch, pine warbler, red-bellied woodpecker, southeastern American kestrel or perhaps even a Bachman's sparrow.
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In the open bogs and wet savannas you might see wintering species such as sedge wrens or perhaps Henslow's sparrow. On the west side of the river, south of Howard Creek, the dove fields and old agricultural fields are a good place to observe swallow-tailed and Mississippi kites, and other birds of prey such as red-shouldered, red-tailed, sharp-shinned, Cooper's hawks and southeastern American kestrel. In this area biologists have also observed blue grosbeak, indigo bunting, summer and scarlet tanagers, orchard and northern orioles and many species of sparrrows and swallows.
FWC Facts:The oystercatcher is one of the largest and heaviest of Florida's shorebirds. It is striking in appearance: dark brown, black and white, with a bright red bill.
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Illumin8 is pleased to be offering new enhancements to its visual charts and capabilities, providing users with more options for comparing, integrating, and sharing valuable and visual insights that are extracted from the diverse and trusted content sources indexed by illumin8.
Users will now find that the Compare feature has been upgraded to offer the option of comparing multiple items from categorized search results such as companies, products, approaches, problems and benefits, in one graph. With the new "Plot Results" function, users will be able to create tailored graphs with up to 10 results related to a search topic. This capability empowers users to visualize trends based on the volume of patent and journal activity for a specified time period.
There are numerous benefits to these illumin8 upgrades. Visualizations greatly increase the clarity of a presentation, helping researchers to better understand the data being used and to draw clear and correct inferences. Users can effortlessly integrate charts into presentations and share with colleagues. Furthermore, these changes enhance overall research capabilities, allowing users to visually identify trends and analyze markets and competitors in order to better formulate strategic decisions. As the saying goes, a picture is worth a thousand words – and now illumin8 is making it even easier to create those informative images.
User Resources
- View a video demonstration of the enhancements:
- Sign up for a complimentary training session.
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Houston Dynamo
Dynamo broadcaster Glenn Davis is back on the air tonight with a new episode of Dynamo All-Access, presented by Houston Community College. The show will air on Yahoo! Sports Radio 1560 AM from 7-9 p.m.
Glenn has a packed lineup tonight, with Dynamo defender Corey Ashe, head coach Dominic Kinnear, Dash forward Stephanie Ochs and managing director Brian Ching. Call in and give Glenn your thoughts on the Dynamo, Dash and more.
The call-in number for the show is 713-439-1560.
Slogged through some technical issues, but the moment is finally here: BBVA Compass Dynamo Charities Cup tickets are finally on sale!
Don't miss your chance to see the likes of USMNT goalkeeper Brad Guzan and English striker Gabriel Agbonlahor come to BBVA Compass Stadium on July 26 in the Dynamo's annual international friendly. Not only will you get to see the Dynamo test their mettle against English Premier League competition, but proceeds from the match are going right back to the community through the Building a Better Houston initiative. Doing good and playing soccer, working hand-in-hand.
Looking for some fun facts about Aston Villa? We're way ahead of you.
It's time for the next round of the 7 Up Live It Up challenge. It's Kofi vs. Giles, this time in Foostball.
Catch up on Round 1, Air Hockey:
The Inaugural Match has finally arrived for the Houston Dash. Coach Randy Waldrum and Captain Erin McLeod preview Saturday's match vs. Portland.
The Dynamo will look to bounce back from Saturday's disappointing defeat vs. Dallas with a road match in New England. Hear from Tally Hall, Will Bruin and AJ Cochran as they prepare for Saturday's game.
Take a deep breath. Shake off the red card and the penalty kick. Steph is here to help.
Eddie and Sebastian break down THAT red card vs. FC Dallas and look ahead to New England this weekend. They also chat about the U.S. National Team, their defenders and Landon Donovan's legacy.
Stream or watch the podcast below, or click here to subscribe on iTunes!
Go behind the scenes of Saturday's Texas Derby vs. FC Dallas with Dynamo TV's Tunnel Vision.
Did you know that Tally Hall has never won Save of the Week? Let's change that. The Dynamo keeper is up for the award this week for his excellent stop on David Texeira's close-range shot.