mindful...

i still have
a worth of half
a steak's worth
of frying to do...

to the ultimatum:
medium rare...
roses are red:
but only well cooked
steaks are pink...
"chewwy", side note:
bite bite.

       by now...
the world is anything
and everything
but a beautiful
place,
   to write such words.

for a song to make
you cry,
for a song to make
you itchy...
of this flesh...
  but of the same
sense of flesh,
without a sense of
belonging...
and then coming
across
a borrowing of
"reiteration"...

        that lost sense of
appeasement...
    self-congratulation
was never made into
a charles dickens' novel...
pride, pride: i too 'ide...
and 'yde...
                ******* *******'
worth of a hidden gem's
worth of a "winner"...

   ah wee,
ah chew,
            i chewie...
-wwy...
  chav and the chavvy
liquorice all-sorts
of the new vatican:
the victorian
puritans...

                ah chewbacca...
ah the disgruntled masses...
ah this, ah the other...
ah: and all of england,
but none of London.

so... no part of, velsh?
woe and woo your
parts of...
              timid,
and static,
   and...
                 immobile
crippled to me.

the crusades were
not a reply...
to the concept of jihad...
jihad
   is not reconquista?
but jihad is,
reconquista,
so what's the word
for crusade,
                in arabic?
crescent-
     maroondering
   (close, almost a google-whack,
2 search results)

         crescent-"maundering"?
have to start calling
the ottoman tactic,
the turkic,
the "anti"-arab mind-set,
the expansion into the european
balkans...
        milošević:
         milo-sh-eh-vee-"c";

there were also the northern
cursades of the teutons
against the prussians
and the lithuanains...
with polacks being the punching
bags...

         i almost wish i would relate...
but...
     i, "sort of", can't.