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It might be said:

Rain drops
Fall far into the pits of clots
Of intuitive melancholy.
Curious of the pathways beheld
Within the very expanses of human nature.

Drops
Of rain,
Of melancholy,
Of distrust,
Difficult to retain.

For many are often held against
The very instance of their free choice,
The invisible force of dynamic strength,
Boycotting all means for intended poise,
Or what they believed of it.

So when you are asked to dictate
Your protruding abilities;
Find no excuse to hold against your intermittent subconscious;
You are being waited upon by some other intermediary
Who audaciously intends to replace your sole victory.
She once said: "I am constantly there for others who wouldn't blink an eye for me."
Jim Davis May 14
Yoda on Superman (5w)
Fly you?
Yoda fly too!

Chuck on Superman (5w)
Fly?
If... I let you!  

Yoda ond Chuck on Superman (5w)
Yoda: Fly... you can?
Chuck: Go ahead!

Then he shows Yoda and Superman
How to really... Fear...Not!
How to Force...His way!
How to Roundhouse...kick!

Chuck shows Yoda and Superman
How to... period!  

Chuck then shows Yoda and Superman...
How to leap...all the buildings...in a single bound!  How to go faster...than a speeding...photon!  How to be... more than... just powerful

Lex Luthor on Yoda and Chuck!
We all have our little faults

Yoda and Chuck
Yoda: fault all yours...mine not!
Chuck: For me... What’s a fault?

Lex Luthor’s superpower was his mind!
Chuck then delivers a roundhouse kick... on Lex Luthor’s mind!  Chuck then rides off in his spaceship jeep (powered by nuclear pulse propulsion like in The Lost Planet) ... with Superman flying alongside... telling Superman (in casual conversation) “I ate kryptonite for breakfast this morning... what did you have?  Also asking Superman... “you still seeing Lois?  Did she really say... "Guess I'm A Sucker For Stray Dogs And ***** Men”... cause I can get *****... quick!  Don’t need no stinking phone booth!”  

©  2019 Jim Davis
Love Chuck Norris facts, Yoda, and Superman!  Chuck Norris did once say...”I've got a bulletin for you, folks. I am no superman. I realize that now, but I didn't always.”
Behind a closed eye is the killer that lurks in the shadows. His name is...... STRESS. They call him the ‘the silent killer’. He finds you when you find him. He plans his attacks to prey on the young and the weak minded at night, for they are the best prey. Right before the last shadow, he slips into unconsciousness and delves into the networks of the brain. And then, that is when he begins his work.

He’s only friends with himself.

He’s out to get me,

He’s out to get you.

  You best watch yourself if you don’t wanna be caught by the bad man. You don’t wanna run into him on the way home. You wouldn’t like to know what he would do with a live body. His fingers will work his way through, destroying your mind complexion. It is all claimed. By brutal force, he will shelter your brain into solitude, hiding your brain away as a hermit to begin the ritual of slipping on the juice.

He’ll have you crawling on your knees,

your eyes will crave the desperate **** of freedom.

He’ll wrap his arms around your chest and squeeze it tight without ever stopping.

He’ll bathe you in wrinkles and steal your fountain of youth,

He’ll crawl into your brain and rot it away, drinking the juice,

He’ll alienate any living individual you socialized with.

He’ll knock down your door one day.... and **** you.

   Let out all your pretty screams and cries if you wish to alleviate two-second pains of memory burns.

  You can’t escape stress once you’re snared in his trap. His body fuses with yours the instant you are found. Your physical body becomes a walking piece of meat while your mental body is possessed by the demon named stress. There is no escape, you are trapped and there is nothing furthermore of what you can do. He'll corrupt the cells, weaken your heart, and drain your lively source that was beneficial in assuming you were vivacious. If not dead once, it wouldn't matter anyway, as he would consider you a treat.

  For you are already dead.
likewise, avoiding stress, in general, is key mates
Marla Apr 2
My enemies
Know me not by name.
They only see a ghost of me,
Its outline hardly the same.
You may say I play a losing game.
Still, I know what it is like to be hunted
And yet feel the warmth of presence
By my gentle side.
To be everywhere and yet no place
Is how I tend to hide.
Perhaps you too shall live in grace,
Confide in me & feel my embrace.
The sound of fear
Running around my ear
Just force me to disappear
Sumairu Feb 21
I can bend, twist and shape words to my will; even evoke emotion unto the listener.

Nevertheless, no matter how hard I try, I cannot will your heart into loving me.

Oh, how I wish your heart was like words.
You can't make an unwilling heart love you.
She wrote to her husband
Her husband was a sergeant

At the military of the greatest force
His president announced and insisted

That the president of Iraq gained
Nuclear and chemicals at his force

That was a reason to spread devil
All surroundings, all neighbors
So they must go to clear that sand

From every worst flying at all
Weather causing threading of any development
Causing threading to his neighbor
Especially his relative Israel
She sits at the heart setting

And the gulf countries which export oil
And give money if he wanted
According to his service and his guard

They obeyed him as they were feared
Of losing their thrones and also was feared
Of threatening of their worst neighbor

They paid every cost of that military job
He persuaded the public of his want
To destroy the army of Iraq force
To establish peace and democracy plans

And make Iraq advanced as they are
To get his dream achieved
Her husband was so honest
And believed in everything that president said

The army forces flew and took every weapon
They went also by sea ships
To achieve victory over that vain

They fought and made tricked
They used bad and evil plan
The wife wrote that letter”

Oh! Lover
I saw you there
Wide, wide of my look

But you are nearest of my heart
That I saw you are the greatest hero
But I doubt when I saw sad

Cover every face of Iraq people
, the difference appeared between communities
That made me happy for our nation

Want to establish the happy all over the world
But when I saw the statue of Iraq president fallen
The wealth and ancient ruins were stolen

, the oil must be exported
, their author would become according to desire
Of political author of our land
, the poor covered all weather

After they were the richest people
And the hanging of Iraq president
To be sacrifice on the Muslim's feast

As the Muslims do on feast
They sacrificed with cows or sheep
For helping poor for their God

The message sent to all of them
You have no price
, you have no aim to look up

Obey our want
Or you will be killed
Even you are very important!

My lover! Come please
We will not share that war
It is obvious bad at all

It is for money and humbled others
To do what we want without opposed
The God doesn't order that

Jesus said in his order
Spread the love all over the world
Make the peace your symbol

Islam religion in his greeting
Peace upon you when one passed
He invited you to get food

We rewarded him by killing
God does not satisfy with that
Jesus hates the blood bleeding
My lover! Return, we will build

A palace near an ocean
We will fish and hunt
Live as our god giving  
Or we will cultivate land

The plants will grow green as your eyes
The wheat sticks are yellow as your hair
Flowing the wind as my hair
Return to complain our problems

To union in one bodies
I will make you my angel
Flying in sky, dreaming with kind
Making you forgotten yourself
And getting me forgetting myself

We will unites at one body
One heart, one mind
Return soon, I will not complain
I will be your honey you want"

She closed the letter with beauty kissing
She sent him with great longing
She waited a lot but with astonishing

Her letter returned without answering
She knew that he would come
So, he didn't receive that mailing

On the day they were telling
She waited at airport for receipting
All right solders ascended

Then, the wounded were carrying
She ran to his boss
She found coffin were downing

She looked to his boss,
Who covered his face with crying
She felt overwhelming
When she was up,

She cried," why my God
You take my love
and let who made it?




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the war is the awful thing in world
mes Jan 31
f.w
how to explain this feeling in me?
I sense an earthquake
It has destroyed and shaken
All the pain away
It is an ocean
In renewed devotion
The woman with the hair on fire
This revealing ghost
Mere haunting creature
And no bad is left behind her
Only longing
Only hope
So delicate
it explodes
In thin air
So I close my eyes
And we weep together.
poem tribute to Florence Welch
michael Jan 16
in the ocean,
summon thy waves
never to be seen,
only heard
great force,
i must return.
nature's mystique
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