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Ivan Brooks Sr Aug 2018
African Woman
Ivan Brooks Sr
Aug 2018
African woman
Mother of civilization.
Oh beautiful woman,
Thou are beyond description.
African woman
Queen of the people of Mamba.
Jambo to all those in heaven
Bless you too my dear mama.
African woman
Royal Nubian Queen.
The backbone of her man
You'll do anything to help him win.
Single Black woman
Made of broken pieces
You're the breadwinner,Superwoman.
You're the symbol of strength in all places.
African woman
Daughter of Eve's.
Thou are God's true specimen,
And the apple of his eyes.
Black woman
Daughter of Africa.
Blueprint of a **** woman,
Dark hue of coffee arabica.
African woman
Mother of humanity
Chieftess of ancient Nyngoman,
Mama Africa's bounty.
African woman
My Mandingo bride.
First woman of Africa's Eden
Center of God's black tribe.
Nigerian woman
My Yoruba Queen.
Envied by the women of Oman,
Cafe ou lair, cream of Africa's cream!
Warrior woman,
Queen of Wakanda.
Come and flip your wand,
Find the soul of Sarafina.
Curvy woman
In your womb lies Africa's future.
My Lormah woman
Oyobuays marvels at your structure.
Beautiful woman,
Perpetual envy of the silicon woman.
Pride of the Black man,
The essence of a real woman.
Indigo Woman
Lillies of the African plains.
Thou are Eve of the African Eden,
Best of the portraits that nature paints.
Voluptous woman,
Full, thick natural lips.
Real assert of the Black woman,
Nature gets aroused by your hips.
Ellen Sirleaf, today's woman,
Africa's first female president.
A Liberian woman,
Loved and revered wherever she went.
Smile ,Gambian woman,
You're daughter of Sarakunda.
Roots of the Black American woman,
Captives of the kanda Bolinga.
South African woman
Mariam Makeba
Sang for freedom and fought like a man
You were truly Soweto's finest Deva.
Dark ebony woman,
You are red, yellow and green.
Hanmatan wind stops at your command,
Born to slay and be seen.
African woman
Thou are the only reason
God put Adam in a coma.
Your perpetual beauty transcends time and Season.
African woman,
Under your cleavage, the Nile flows
And between your fingers, golden threads are woven,
You are the reason Beyonce glows.
Harriet Tubman, brave woman
Smuggled slaves underground.
She was a freed Black slave woman,
Who avowed to leave no soul behind.
Creative woman
Maya Angelou, gifted poetess.
Famous writer and a Black woman
Will be remembered for her poetic prowess.
Native African woman,
Africa's limestone and cement.
A mother, a wife, virtuous woman,
Lioness and the spine of the continent.
Liberian woman
Roots of my poetry, you gave me life
You are every woman.
Your edges are sharper than the Sumarais knife.
#IvanBrookspoetry©
13/8/2018
Mother of civilization.
Oh beautiful woman,
Thou are beyond description.
African woman
Queen of the people of Mamba.
Jambo to all those in heaven
Bless you too my dear mama.
African woman
Royal Nubian Queen.
The backbone of her man
You'll do anything to help him win.
Single Black woman
Made of broken pieces
You're the breadwinner,Superwoman.
You're the symbol of strength in all places.
African woman
Daughter of Eve's.
Thou are God's true specimen,
And the apple of his eyes.
Black woman
Daughter of Africa.
Blueprint of a **** woman,
Dark hue of coffee arabica.
African woman
Mother of humanity
Chieftess of ancient Nyngoman,
Mama Africa's bounty.
African woman
My Mandingo bride.
First woman of Africa's Eden
Center of God's black tribe.
Nigerian woman
My Yoruba Queen.
Envied by the women of Oman,
Cafe ou lair, cream of Africa's cream!
Warrior woman,
Queen of Wakanda.
Come and flip your wand,
Find the soul of Sarafina.
Curvy woman
In your womb lies Africa's future.
My Lormah woman
Oyobuays marvels at your structure.
Beautiful woman,
Perpetual envy of the silicon woman.
Pride of the Black man,
The essence of a real woman.
Indigo Woman
Lillies of the African plains.
Thou are Eve of the African Eden,
Best of the portraits that nature paints.
Voluptous woman,
Full, thick natural lips.
Real assert of the Black woman,
Nature gets aroused by your hips.
Ellen Sirleaf, today's woman,
Africa's first female president.
A Liberian woman,
Loved and revered wherever she went.
Smile ,Gambian woman,
You're daughter of Sarakunda.
Roots of the Black American woman,
Captives of the kanda Bolinga.
South African woman
Mariam Makeba
Sang for freedom and fought like a man
You were truly Soweto's finest Deva.
Dark ebony woman,
You are red, yellow and green.
Hanmatan wind stops at your command,
Born to slay and be seen.
African woman
Thou are the only reason
God put Adam in a coma.
Your perpetual beauty transcends time and Season.
African woman,
Under your cleavage, the Nile flows
And between your fingers, golden threads are woven,
You are the reason Beyonce glows.
Harriet Tubman, brave woman
Smuggled slaves underground.
She was a freed Black slave woman,
Who avowed to leave no soul behind.
Creative woman
Maya Angelou, gifted poetess.
Famous writer and a Black woman
Will be remembered for her poetic prowess.
Native African woman,
Africa's limestone and cement.
A mother, a wife, virtuous woman,
Lioness and the spine of the continent.
Liberian woman
Roots of my poetry, you gave me life
You are every woman.
Your edges are sharper than the Sumarais knife.
#IvanBrookspoetry©
13/8/2018
For mama and all the black Queens.
Grim Reaper May 2016
Ik kuddi jida naa mohabbat,
Grim Reaper
May 2016
Ik kuddi jida naa mohabbat,
Gum hai. Gum hai, gum hai...
Saad muraadi, soni phabbat,
Guum hai.
Suurat ousdi pariyaan vargi
Seerat di o mariam lagdi,
Hasdi hai taa phul jharade ne
Turdi hai taa gazal hai lagdi.
Lamm-salammi, saru(Saro) de kad di
Umar aje hai marke agg di,
Par naina di gal samajhdi.
Ik kuddi jida naa mohabbat,
Gum hai. Gum hai, gum hai...
Goummeyaan janam janam han hoye
Par lagda jyon kal di gal hai.
Yun lagda jyon ajj di gal hai,
Yun lagda jyon *** di gal hai.
Huney taan mere kol khaddi si
Huney taan mere kol nahi hai
Eh ki chhal hai, eh ki phatkan
Soch meri hairan baddi hai.
Nazar meri har aande jaande
Chehre da rang phol rahi hai,
Ous kuddi nu tol rahi hai.
Saanjh dhale baazaaran de jad,
Moddaan te khushbu ugdi hai.
Vehal, thakaavat, bechaini jad,
Chau raaheyaan te aa juddadi hai.
Rauley lippi tanhai vich
Os kuddi di thudd khaandi hai.
Os kuddi di thudd disdi hai.
Har chhin mennu inyon lagda hai,
Har din mennu inyon lagda hai.
Judde jashan ne bheeddaan vichon,
Juddi mahak de jhurmat vichon,
O mennu aawaaz davegi,
Men ohnu pehchaan lavaanga
O mennu pehchaan lavegi.
Par es raule de hadd vichon
Koi mennu aawaaz na denda
Koi vi mere vall na vehnda.
Par khaure kyun tapala lagda,
Par khaure kyun jhaulla painda,
Har din har ik bheedd juddi chon,
But ohda jyun langh ke jaanda.
Par mennu hi nazar na aunda.
Goum gaya maen os kuddi de
Chehre de vich goummeya rehnda,
Os de gham vich ghullda rehnda,
Os de gham vich khurda jaanda!
Os kuddi nu meri saun hai,
Os kuddi nu apni saun hai,
Os kuddi nu sab di saun hai.
Os kuddi nu jag di saun hai,
Os kuddi nu rab di saun hai,
Je kithe paddhdi sundi hove,
Jyundi ya o mar rahi hove
Ik vaari aa ke mil jaave
Vafa meri nu daag na laave
Nahin taan methon jiya na jaanda
Geet koi likheya na janda!
Ik kudi jida naa muhabat.
Goum hai.
Saad muradi sohni phabbat
Goum hai.
Gum hai. Gum hai, gum hai...
Saad muraadi, soni phabbat,
Guum hai.
Suurat ousdi pariyaan vargi
Seerat di o mariam lagdi,
Hasdi hai taa phul jharade ne
Turdi hai taa gazal hai lagdi.
Lamm-salammi, saru(Saro) de kad di
Umar aje hai marke agg di,
Par naina di gal samajhdi.
Ik kuddi jida naa mohabbat,
Gum hai. Gum hai, gum hai...
Goummeyaan janam janam han hoye
Par lagda jyon kal di gal hai.
Yun lagda jyon ajj di gal hai,
Yun lagda jyon *** di gal hai.
Huney taan mere kol khaddi si
Huney taan mere kol nahi hai
Eh ki chhal hai, eh ki phatkan
Soch meri hairan baddi hai.
Nazar meri har aande jaande
Chehre da rang phol rahi hai,
Ous kuddi nu tol rahi hai.
Saanjh dhale baazaaran de jad,
Moddaan te khushbu ugdi hai.
Vehal, thakaavat, bechaini jad,
Chau raaheyaan te aa juddadi hai.
Rauley lippi tanhai vich
Os kuddi di thudd khaandi hai.
Os kuddi di thudd disdi hai.
Har chhin mennu inyon lagda hai,
Har din mennu inyon lagda hai.
Judde jashan ne bheeddaan vichon,
Juddi mahak de jhurmat vichon,
O mennu aawaaz davegi,
Men ohnu pehchaan lavaanga
O mennu pehchaan lavegi.
Par es raule de hadd vichon
Koi mennu aawaaz na denda
Koi vi mere vall na vehnda.
Par khaure kyun tapala lagda,
Par khaure kyun jhaulla painda,
Har din har ik bheedd juddi chon,
But ohda jyun langh ke jaanda.
Par mennu hi nazar na aunda.
Goum gaya maen os kuddi de
Chehre de vich goummeya rehnda,
Os de gham vich ghullda rehnda,
Os de gham vich khurda jaanda!
Os kuddi nu meri saun hai,
Os kuddi nu apni saun hai,
Os kuddi nu sab di saun hai.
Os kuddi nu jag di saun hai,
Os kuddi nu rab di saun hai,
Je kithe paddhdi sundi hove,
Jyundi ya o mar rahi hove
Ik vaari aa ke mil jaave
Vafa meri nu daag na laave
Nahin taan methon jiya na jaanda
Geet koi likheya na janda!
Ik kudi jida naa muhabat.
Goum hai.
Saad muradi sohni phabbat
Goum hai.
Shiv Kumar Batalvi
Mateuš Conrad
Jan 2017
islam is really buying into an ideological
warfare
of creating a historiogical narrative
for former crusader nations...
the history? it's way gone, past,
in the dust... but islam is probing
this need to settle old qualms in a modern
narrative...
i can't actually add to a history
these days, but i can take up a banner
of historiology, or so i am told...
and yes, certain words aren't exactly
the standard bearers of who easily you can
rap them...
you really need to pause and catch
the nuance... or the naiveness in which they're use...
when i use the word historiological
i think of the past as having necessarily happened,
and in need to happen again, on the basis
of someone else telling me: you have to
inherit this.
it's no wonder that islam attacks former
crusader nations... france esp.,
what with adhemar, bishop of le puy,
urban ii grand speech lauching the ***** into
a tight spot... tancred de hauteville...
bohemond...
radulph of caen merely annotated the deeds done
and the words said...
robert, duke of normandy, and his daughter
adela, quick to **** at Urban's tongue... the truth...
Islam is really reassigning us with
a historiology, not a history we might be prone
to forget, or be ashamed by...
it's not doing what the word histiorology is defined by,
not this unearthing of graves, and their deseceration...
you really want to wake up the Nazgûl?!
seriously?
sure, i can be your necromancer... we can have
total obliteration... just speak enough ****** constriction
to germans, and then point them at the target,
and you'll get a crossbow shock of the event...
Islam really is warming us up for something,
they're nibbling at us, they're trying to
really give us the "spark", it's not a case whether i'm
correct in thinking this... it's only that i feel it...
i can taste it... i can stomach it...
such lovely names, those old crusaders...
Tancred...
mind you: peter the hermit's child
crusade...
if they came from north of Persia
they'd be drafted as Mameluks...
le throng! if only there were always
the french incission to state that...
le throng! you just can't leave youth culture
settle into the urban environment,
you really seem to want that... get pockets
of culture coming from the youth...
it can't ever be grime from east or south london...
me? i'm trapped in a library, i actually
built of myself... apparent;y 1 in 10 people don't
own a single book in england...
the brothers Godfrey, Eustace & Baldwin...
oh lookie lookie... you're tickling the beast
so just, any minute now and it will awake once more...
and be cited as having said:
walking up to me knee in blood and
slaughtered corpse... Harod looks pale the minute
past...
Tancred... dubbed te Panzer sulphur snout...
are there more gentlemen of my stature on
their way?
that's me: don't know who's the possessor
of a ***** and who of a juiced up ****...
but i can bet the niqab does wonders...
so much anonymity, you don't even need
internet pseudonym names, no jackx666
or rogerxtra... you just don the ninja and, ooh!
ooh! everything's so flimsy! so airy! flutters
of a butterfly!
that ***** king in the kingdom of heaven
movie did have a name: baldwin iv...
and he was a *****...
you'd accidently sneeze into his face
and his nose would fall off...
true story, or i'm drunk...
but my: this wine i made, this homemade
wine? it does the trick!
baldwin iv died aged twenty four...
lucky sod, kurt cobain of the medieval ages...
oi oi... wait wait... ZENGI!
zengi the heavy drinker! buddy!
fully name? imad ed-din zengi. ah, zengi zengi,
zengi... what tales i have for you...
i'd tell them, and you'd turn out to be in full
disclosure trying to fake sober...
ibn al-athir also wrote something,
does it deserve more a toast or mere chronicler?
the latter will know.
fatimids and sunni caliphs...
Balak, the dream-inspiration for
Fulcher of Chartres...
Antioch, Tyre, Edessa...
and that old feverish fox known as the lesser
Barbarossa: Reynald de Châtillon...
don't know...
as an ethnic bias, i am of the people that remained
bound to a home near the Baltic sea...
we also fought crusaders...
the knights templar, die ritter von deutsche haus
beispiel sankte mariam in yerusalem...
which makes my history a bit different
to the current history...
i have other myths... with
Jagiello... and grand-komtur Brzęczyszczykiewicz...
but you know... hmm... let's go crazy
and pop a pill or two... blues for the upper
and reds for the downer...
what a unique occasion! are you sure
we're not sailing on a gondola in the water-alleys
of Venice singing some obscure folk-song, hmm?!
by now i look like the stańczyk (grand court
jester) in one of jan matejko's paintings,
laughing my *** off as to denote: that i am,
quiet righly: the most amused. ha ha.
Sioux! sioux! pruss! pruss!
and the crucifix really is a profanity of
the tetragrammaton, that came back,
morphed, as if touching a philosophers stone,
and turned out to be an acronym n.e.w.s.:
north, east, west... south...
the minute the tetragrammaton touched
the ✝ it came back as n.e.w.s.
and that really is the most dignifying
Balaam equal compliment i can give...
but you know, just seeing how Islam is really
inviting former crusader nations to have a fight...
and i'm spotting this, coming from a region
that also had crusades riddle it...
but it's true... the crusades around the Baltic coast
never get any coverage these days...
i guess you can't really make momentum
from a reigion where it's natural resource hidden
in the ground is salt... rather than oil...
then again, lying about,
reading the book crusades by terry jones
& alan ereira... didn't really make me think much...
when it comes to the two splinters off
res in: res cogitans,
i can only think of re- i.e. reflex
and re- i.e. reflection...
and the tongue these days is so ******* saggy....
i'd take more pleasure eating a bagpipe of haggis
than listen to current rhetoric...
it's a sickness though, this demand Islam
is making, that once Israel has been established
we forget our cosmopolitan cocktails and engage in
a holy war...
but it is the narrative, we're almost expected
to feed into a crusader culture...
but once again, i'm using a tongue that once
did wield crusading pomp, and i have an
underlining perspective of being on the receiving end
of crusades of the baltic states...
i really should be jumping for joy right now...
but given the schooling system in england,
or i suppose the whole of western europe,
i'm part of the schattenvolk...
how the Lithuanians were so and so...
how the Poles were so and so...
how i could almost try to seek out the same
linguistic pride of modern Silesians in ancient yore
of Pruß, but come against nothing but the Kashubian
denote...
**** me! so it really was worthwhile keeping
my native tongue, and exploring my ethnicity
and history like a ****-pants 16 year old girl
on a trip in the guise of tourism?!
oh applause! this is better than milking old ladies
like Liberache might for a fur coat
or a gold-plated toilet!
ooh... you rascal you...
can i please not sound gay now?
i hate how the concept of personnae can creep into
your psyche and give you, the most obliterating
narrative techniques imaginable...
but if you ask me...
Islam will not wage war against nationas that did not
succumb to the rhetoric of pope Urban Deux...
i mean... can you really imagine a terrorist
attack in Poland?
given that Poland experienced it's own taste
of crusades?
well... if it does happen... that really will
wake up something... it certainly won't be multiculturalism....
perhaps this really is merely a **** into the wind...
my, all this can come out sleep-walking by
simply lying in bed and reading a history book?
it's a good thing i assimilated on the basis
of merely using the tongue, rather than tapping into
past history of the people, past grievances, past prides,
past symbolism... i just use the language...
i don't expect to really revolve around being an
adamant west ham supporter...
i just know that i'm Polish in the english language...
and Islam doesn't really attack
those who've have the better share of grievances...
whether in the 20th century context,
of going way back, when Israel was about...
and reading a history book...
wriggling toward a status of fame is absurd...
i like the idea of: gently passing by like foam on
top of a cup of cappuccino...
someone said froth:
i'm exfoliating with this that and the other guess work
of vocab...
well... that's that...
worth noting the many more easily impressionable
young men out there...
that would rather chop a head
of a person of their assimilated culture, and subsequently
not retain their native tongue,
and then not play: smack the ******!
layering over what their ethnicity clearly speaks,
although with a borrowed tongue...
which is why a slang variation of language
has to emerge...
it's not a case of slang representing
prior footing, and current footing, but cleansing
prior footing, as current footing, with only
a melting *** to be sure of...
on the objective basis that's the right thing
to do... you really want to eat a good curry
at the end of the day...
but sometimes you need someone to say:
me a shallot prior a carrot in that melting *** of spice...
the feeling is not mutual...
would i ever eat sand to sharpen my teeth
for a cannibalistic grin?
i'm quiet content with merely
dabbling in poached lamb... but if another mein teil
scenario arises... it'll probably come west of the Odra
river.
warfare
of creating a historiogical narrative
for former crusader nations...
the history? it's way gone, past,
in the dust... but islam is probing
this need to settle old qualms in a modern
narrative...
i can't actually add to a history
these days, but i can take up a banner
of historiology, or so i am told...
and yes, certain words aren't exactly
the standard bearers of who easily you can
rap them...
you really need to pause and catch
the nuance... or the naiveness in which they're use...
when i use the word historiological
i think of the past as having necessarily happened,
and in need to happen again, on the basis
of someone else telling me: you have to
inherit this.
it's no wonder that islam attacks former
crusader nations... france esp.,
what with adhemar, bishop of le puy,
urban ii grand speech lauching the ***** into
a tight spot... tancred de hauteville...
bohemond...
radulph of caen merely annotated the deeds done
and the words said...
robert, duke of normandy, and his daughter
adela, quick to **** at Urban's tongue... the truth...
Islam is really reassigning us with
a historiology, not a history we might be prone
to forget, or be ashamed by...
it's not doing what the word histiorology is defined by,
not this unearthing of graves, and their deseceration...
you really want to wake up the Nazgûl?!
seriously?
sure, i can be your necromancer... we can have
total obliteration... just speak enough ****** constriction
to germans, and then point them at the target,
and you'll get a crossbow shock of the event...
Islam really is warming us up for something,
they're nibbling at us, they're trying to
really give us the "spark", it's not a case whether i'm
correct in thinking this... it's only that i feel it...
i can taste it... i can stomach it...
such lovely names, those old crusaders...
Tancred...
mind you: peter the hermit's child
crusade...
if they came from north of Persia
they'd be drafted as Mameluks...
le throng! if only there were always
the french incission to state that...
le throng! you just can't leave youth culture
settle into the urban environment,
you really seem to want that... get pockets
of culture coming from the youth...
it can't ever be grime from east or south london...
me? i'm trapped in a library, i actually
built of myself... apparent;y 1 in 10 people don't
own a single book in england...
the brothers Godfrey, Eustace & Baldwin...
oh lookie lookie... you're tickling the beast
so just, any minute now and it will awake once more...
and be cited as having said:
walking up to me knee in blood and
slaughtered corpse... Harod looks pale the minute
past...
Tancred... dubbed te Panzer sulphur snout...
are there more gentlemen of my stature on
their way?
that's me: don't know who's the possessor
of a ***** and who of a juiced up ****...
but i can bet the niqab does wonders...
so much anonymity, you don't even need
internet pseudonym names, no jackx666
or rogerxtra... you just don the ninja and, ooh!
ooh! everything's so flimsy! so airy! flutters
of a butterfly!
that ***** king in the kingdom of heaven
movie did have a name: baldwin iv...
and he was a *****...
you'd accidently sneeze into his face
and his nose would fall off...
true story, or i'm drunk...
but my: this wine i made, this homemade
wine? it does the trick!
baldwin iv died aged twenty four...
lucky sod, kurt cobain of the medieval ages...
oi oi... wait wait... ZENGI!
zengi the heavy drinker! buddy!
fully name? imad ed-din zengi. ah, zengi zengi,
zengi... what tales i have for you...
i'd tell them, and you'd turn out to be in full
disclosure trying to fake sober...
ibn al-athir also wrote something,
does it deserve more a toast or mere chronicler?
the latter will know.
fatimids and sunni caliphs...
Balak, the dream-inspiration for
Fulcher of Chartres...
Antioch, Tyre, Edessa...
and that old feverish fox known as the lesser
Barbarossa: Reynald de Châtillon...
don't know...
as an ethnic bias, i am of the people that remained
bound to a home near the Baltic sea...
we also fought crusaders...
the knights templar, die ritter von deutsche haus
beispiel sankte mariam in yerusalem...
which makes my history a bit different
to the current history...
i have other myths... with
Jagiello... and grand-komtur Brzęczyszczykiewicz...
but you know... hmm... let's go crazy
and pop a pill or two... blues for the upper
and reds for the downer...
what a unique occasion! are you sure
we're not sailing on a gondola in the water-alleys
of Venice singing some obscure folk-song, hmm?!
by now i look like the stańczyk (grand court
jester) in one of jan matejko's paintings,
laughing my *** off as to denote: that i am,
quiet righly: the most amused. ha ha.
Sioux! sioux! pruss! pruss!
and the crucifix really is a profanity of
the tetragrammaton, that came back,
morphed, as if touching a philosophers stone,
and turned out to be an acronym n.e.w.s.:
north, east, west... south...
the minute the tetragrammaton touched
the ✝ it came back as n.e.w.s.
and that really is the most dignifying
Balaam equal compliment i can give...
but you know, just seeing how Islam is really
inviting former crusader nations to have a fight...
and i'm spotting this, coming from a region
that also had crusades riddle it...
but it's true... the crusades around the Baltic coast
never get any coverage these days...
i guess you can't really make momentum
from a reigion where it's natural resource hidden
in the ground is salt... rather than oil...
then again, lying about,
reading the book crusades by terry jones
& alan ereira... didn't really make me think much...
when it comes to the two splinters off
res in: res cogitans,
i can only think of re- i.e. reflex
and re- i.e. reflection...
and the tongue these days is so ******* saggy....
i'd take more pleasure eating a bagpipe of haggis
than listen to current rhetoric...
it's a sickness though, this demand Islam
is making, that once Israel has been established
we forget our cosmopolitan cocktails and engage in
a holy war...
but it is the narrative, we're almost expected
to feed into a crusader culture...
but once again, i'm using a tongue that once
did wield crusading pomp, and i have an
underlining perspective of being on the receiving end
of crusades of the baltic states...
i really should be jumping for joy right now...
but given the schooling system in england,
or i suppose the whole of western europe,
i'm part of the schattenvolk...
how the Lithuanians were so and so...
how the Poles were so and so...
how i could almost try to seek out the same
linguistic pride of modern Silesians in ancient yore
of Pruß, but come against nothing but the Kashubian
denote...
**** me! so it really was worthwhile keeping
my native tongue, and exploring my ethnicity
and history like a ****-pants 16 year old girl
on a trip in the guise of tourism?!
oh applause! this is better than milking old ladies
like Liberache might for a fur coat
or a gold-plated toilet!
ooh... you rascal you...
can i please not sound gay now?
i hate how the concept of personnae can creep into
your psyche and give you, the most obliterating
narrative techniques imaginable...
but if you ask me...
Islam will not wage war against nationas that did not
succumb to the rhetoric of pope Urban Deux...
i mean... can you really imagine a terrorist
attack in Poland?
given that Poland experienced it's own taste
of crusades?
well... if it does happen... that really will
wake up something... it certainly won't be multiculturalism....
perhaps this really is merely a **** into the wind...
my, all this can come out sleep-walking by
simply lying in bed and reading a history book?
it's a good thing i assimilated on the basis
of merely using the tongue, rather than tapping into
past history of the people, past grievances, past prides,
past symbolism... i just use the language...
i don't expect to really revolve around being an
adamant west ham supporter...
i just know that i'm Polish in the english language...
and Islam doesn't really attack
those who've have the better share of grievances...
whether in the 20th century context,
of going way back, when Israel was about...
and reading a history book...
wriggling toward a status of fame is absurd...
i like the idea of: gently passing by like foam on
top of a cup of cappuccino...
someone said froth:
i'm exfoliating with this that and the other guess work
of vocab...
well... that's that...
worth noting the many more easily impressionable
young men out there...
that would rather chop a head
of a person of their assimilated culture, and subsequently
not retain their native tongue,
and then not play: smack the ******!
layering over what their ethnicity clearly speaks,
although with a borrowed tongue...
which is why a slang variation of language
has to emerge...
it's not a case of slang representing
prior footing, and current footing, but cleansing
prior footing, as current footing, with only
a melting *** to be sure of...
on the objective basis that's the right thing
to do... you really want to eat a good curry
at the end of the day...
but sometimes you need someone to say:
me a shallot prior a carrot in that melting *** of spice...
the feeling is not mutual...
would i ever eat sand to sharpen my teeth
for a cannibalistic grin?
i'm quiet content with merely
dabbling in poached lamb... but if another mein teil
scenario arises... it'll probably come west of the Odra
river.