"analysts" poems
the ground war began today
at dawn
in a desert land
far from here.
the U.S. ground troops were
largely
made up of
Blacks, Mexicans and poor
whites
most of whom had joined
the military
because it was the only job
they could find.
the ground war began today
at dawn
in a desert land
far from here
and the Blacks, Mexicans
and poor whites
were sent there
to fight and win
as on tv
and on the radio
the fat white rich newscasters
first told us all about
it
and then the fat rich white
analysts
told us
why
again
and again
and again
on almost every
tv and radio station
almost every minute
day and night
because
the Blacks, Mexicans
and poor whites
were sent there
to fight and win
at dawn
in a desert land
far enough away from
here.
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‘…. and now, here’s Rick with the latest Market news…’
‘Val, trading was very brisk today, with a number of influences
that set the market off to some defined trends and statements.
Of course, the Human Virtue Exchange always seems to rely
on the volatility that resides ‘between the ears’ as noted
by the veteran brokers on the floor, but the sharp ranges
of prices offered versus profit taking has set the bar
very high in the relative value of Basic Human Virtue.
Now to the numbers: Courage [WHOME], Patience [PP],
and former market darling Perseverance [GULP],
all varied widely today on news from Washington that
their value was doomed to fall in the light of the expected growth
of Persistence [IAM] which history has shown to be a marked drag
on just about everything. Outside of the self –efficacy bazaar,
old standbys Ambition [HVY], Curiosity [WDF], Industry [HAHA] and Temperance [BFD],
continued their free fall into uncharted areas of cost and return.
Some analysts feel these virtues could be a real bargain in the future
despite their history of poor performance. Could a comeback not seen
since collapse of the Protestant Hypocrisy Era be in the works? We’ll see as the lack of movement in the Kindness-Generosity-Forgiveness-Compassion Index [FARAWAY]
leads many to believe that the end of Politeness [UPYRS],
Un-pretentiousness [ME-ME], Self Control [NWAY] and Sportsmanship [LONGONE], may lead to a complete miss-understanding between casual market players and devotees to the cause. The ratios cannot lie.
But without a doubt, today’s big winner was Self Respect [YUP]
which jumped and amazing 40 points before active trading ceased at the bell. So people feel real good about themselves for reasons
that cannot be explained by the Ego File Indicator alone; this causes this reporter to predict that Naval Gazing [MOM] remains a ‘Hot to Trot’ stock fund
and the Vanity market is always a good bet.
Now, here’s Carl with
today’s Human Emotion Exchange report……’
Mar 1, 2013
Mar 1, 2013 at 12:19 PM UTC
for Sylvia Plath
O Sylvia, Sylvia,
with a dead box of stones and spoons,
with two children, two meteors
wandering loose in a tiny playroom,
with your mouth into the sheet,
into the roofbeam, into the dumb prayer,
(Sylvia, Sylvia
where did you go
after you wrote me
from Devonshire
about rasing potatoes
and keeping bees?)
what did you stand by,
just how did you lie down into?
Thief --
how did you crawl into,
crawl down alone
into the death I wanted so badly and for so long,
the death we said we both outgrew,
the one we wore on our skinny *******
the one we talked of so often each time
we downed three extra dry martinis in Boston,
the death that talked of analysts and cures,
the death that talked like brides with plots,
the death we drank to,
the motives and the quiet deed?
(In Boston
the dying
ride in cabs,
yes death again,
that ride home
with our boy.)
O Sylvia, I remember the sleepy drummer
who beat on our eyes with an old story,
how we wanted to let him come
like a sadist or a New York fairy
to do his job,
a necessity, a window in a wall or a crib,
and since that time he waited
under our heart, our cupboard,
and I see now that we store him up
year after year, old suicides
and I know at the news of your death
a terrible taste for it, like salt,
(And me,
me too.
And now, Sylvia,
you again
with death again,
that ride home
with our boy.)
And I say only
with my arms stretched out into that stone place,
what is your death
but an old belonging,
a mole that fell out
of one of your poems?
(O friend,
while the moon's bad,
and the king's gone,
and the queen's at her wit's end
the bar fly ought to sing!)
O tiny mother,
you too!
O funny duchess!
O blonde thing!
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Were you alive when the
bricks began to crumble
beneath our hand-held, picket line
across the parking lot in front of some
school that no one bothered to name?
Our exhaustion-mumbled whispers
skipping across lips dropping to the street
that tapered ladders on gargantuan gadflies as the summer heat
etched the tear lines into mud tracks against
our ruddied faces.
Cohorts torn into flip stands
layered toward standing political sores --
tell me how to cross my t’s and fill in scantron circles before
the suits step over brown-bag lunches
to stretch the yawning yellow tape over the students’ lockers.
We were strung up the flag pole, almost posted as decapitated heads for the public.
The political analysts call this “The biggest school closing in decades.”
Under teeming hammer-strikes :
glasses shred to paper-splinters
before a young boy’s diploma
crying white chalk bricks
from university’s doors instead on to
prison yard orange jumpsuits.
Can we call this a school improvement project
or can we call this the Same Salem Witch Hunt
As unwashed teachers and students alike deck the sidewalks like
Either Christmas decorations on Michigan Avenue or
Inmates on the gallows platform
I’m completely unable to read the television marquee that told the neighborhood that City Hall was too stuffed with paperwork to defend the mothers and invisible fathers.
I’m completely unable to write out of respect for these children’s already-carved in stone pathway to the gutter, graveyard, and/or prisons.
In the first wink of dawn
We will all scatter
To our respective positions
Carved out in concrete before the
barricades fall
to flood the street.
Dec 18, 2014
Dec 18, 2014 at 3:52 AM UTC
Just what do we know about
Ward Churchill?
That radical agitator,
That Colorado college professor
Most famous for calling
Twin Tower 9/11 dead technocrats
Little Eichmanns.
Noteworthy is the fact that
The United States Supreme Court
Denied certiorari,
Passed on hearing his claim of
Unlawful discharge.
Unlawful discharge?
Sounds felonious and vile:
Like pus laced with *****
A criminal secretion, like mucus
Smuggled past Customs:
Vaginal contraband.
Sorry, Ward.
We just don’t give a ****
Your fake Indian pedigree,
Your bogus Vietnam fairytales,
Your phony combat record,
Your forward ops recon
Way out in ******* Cambodia,
Fall flat like Buffalo turds.
You’ve been slick, Ward.
Hired originally to fill
Some gratuitous affirmative action quota,
Denied tenure in two legitimate departments,
You create some ******** academic discipline
For campus freaks & geeks.
Self-appointed Department Chairman,
A fraudulent college professor from the start,
Once tenured, a courageous warrior for free speech.
Describing Native American history as genocide.
Summing up American history as Holocaust denial.
Professor Churchill was all of these things,
And less.
But using the Holocaust metaphor
To anchor one’s fakakta politics?
That was the proverbial last straw,
The camel buster, if you will.
Especially since most of the
Stockbrokers & market analysts
Crushed in the rubble were Jewish.
Hava Nagila, Babaloo!
Sep 9, 2014
Sep 9, 2014 at 9:45 PM UTC
i cant stand myself without u
and frankly i feel its the world
the only one that will face me is my watch
the only one that will stand my smell is this cheap cigerette
the only one that will kiss me is the ***** bottle
with no one but my pillow to ******
you gave me your heart and i let it tumble
sports analysts would call that a fumble
the play was simple but i let it crumble
now another grows spiritually with u
i remember when it was just us two
before i put my neck in this noose
love is a war field with no trues
just guns guitars and blues
torn trousers,sheered shoes
ugly duckling great goose
virtual lovers distant soulmates
brought together by a common destine
separated by two separate fates
i wrote once its better a heart that loves than one that hates
i need you to love me
like Adam ******* on 51st dates
Oct 9, 2012
Oct 9, 2012 at 5:27 PM UTC
Many lips never gave them any sporting chance,
As far as that Championship was concerned.
Left they the shores of the country, perchance,
To boot their thorny way to a certain end.
In the first two games sheer mediocrity
Displayed they, finishing both in a draw.
Most fans and analysts on their heads heavy
Words heaped, saying they'd not get a straw
From the tournament. Came the third match,
Which they won relievingly, 2-0 was the
Score. Coming 2nd in the group they did ******
Scraping a quarter-final berth against the Ivory
Coast team, the competition's chief favorite.
At this stage all hopes of further advancement,
Like mists, vanished. Folks and fans affright
Were that the boys against their next opponent--
Even ere they kicked the ball--would surely lose.
For how would they face such an assemblage
Of stars on parade and prevail! They did cruise
To the semi final however by grit and gauge.
Like an eagle dear soared they over the Mali
Main team too, by 4 goals to 1. When the wind
Fiercest is, against thunderstorm, the eagle amazingly
Would glide through it. And that was the kind
Of spirit the Nigeria Super Eagles possessed that
Made them triumph after 19 years at the Africa Cup of
Nations over others, when they beat by 1-0 flat
In the finals Burkina Faso, despite opposition tough.
Pundits and people seldom give us success
Chances in life, seeming to have our very fate
In their hands. Yet, like daring David did press
Forward to confront Goliath great with his faith
Firm in God and self, likewise so must every
Soul serious and desirous about his destiny do.
For no mortal being over our fortune final authority
Has on earth. Coach Stephen Keshi and his crew
Believed in the players and themselves and went
On to lift the Orange Africa Cup in that event.
Feb 17, 2013
Feb 17, 2013 at 8:06 AM UTC
Like a sloop in mid ocean toss
To and fro by a wind boisterous,
Whose fortune is past help and hope, seems he
Among the flotilla of his game--supposedly.
Remember i about two seasons or years
Agone, when it was bruited to my ears
By some analysts and commentators alike,
That the player probably might not strike
Home a Grand Slam at all in his career.
The critics, howbeit, this day wrong were
Proven for his fate changed, when the hand
Of heaven which, as it wills, doth command
The affairs of man, causes at once to cease
The waves, turning a seeming failure to success.
For there in that distant land of America did
That ever presistent and optimistic, avid
For, focusing on a title Andy Murray of Britain,
At last his first Open Tennis Trophy obtain.
No theory new doth his crown prescribe;
Only that a man should likewise subscribe
To those ancient proven principles: believe
In God and thyself, and sincerely give
To every pursuit of life thine very strength and
Power; and whether the occasion be a Grand
Prix or Slam, allow nay no rollicking pundit
Thy faith to cast down. For like a bandit
Are negative words; they do rob the heart
Of its courage and confidence for the most part.
Yea, at 25, the British boy berthed eventually,
Despite the storms, at the harbour of victory.
Sep 20, 2012
Sep 20, 2012 at 10:40 AM UTC
All this military technology
Kind of scary for you and me
The future is with these
Military robots
Apparently
Running 30 miles an hour
And equipped with guns
Having one come after you
Would be no fun
Many analysts feel that the greatest threat to, not only Americans, but humanity as a whole, is tied to the development of artificial intelligence in the name of Robot soldiers. These “robot soldiers are capable of autonomous decision making in terms of carrying out their mission. They come equipped with ****** recognition software and when the subjugation and subsequent roundups of American citizens begin in earnest, these “soldiers” will be the main enforcement agents.
Jul 28, 2015
Jul 28, 2015 at 10:35 PM UTC
1. I never would have thought your whole existence could carry much significance in my life. There you were, standing, introducing yourself in fifth grade while I sat interested looking at you.
2. Have i ever told you that you are a great big ******* sunshine. Your good-mornings remind me a bright day ahead and boy you even make late night-talking so LIT my eyes are glowing yeah (from the brightness of the screen apparently)
3. You're a Virgo. I'm a Gemini. They've always told that earth signs do not always get along really well, with us, signs of the air element. And here we are proving them wrong. We're so much opposites yet we're more like magnets.
4. You wholeheartedly accepted my rainbows, supported me in every way and made my mess seem less of a storm.
5. Imagine lying down on flower fields at 6am. Listen to ****** hiphop songs. Think of the word wonderful. Watch a movie abundant of corny punchlines. That's being with you is like.
6. Together, we become investigators, actions analysts and psychological advisers when it comes to the people we like. Offering impressions and psychic predictions just so we could be sure we're hitting the right track.
7. You're the apple to my pie, you're the straw to my berry. You're the dirt in my eye. You're the Tom to my Jerry.
8. Fall down seven times. Stand up EIGHT. No matter how petty or serious our fights are, we're gonna mend it my best mate.
9. I am your biggest fan. Just like that.
10. Lastly, I know you're never into poetry and **** yet I made you one just like how I can't comprehend how you create art pieces so beautifully or just draw a single line so spectacularly. I'm always in awe. You give me glee.
Aug 21, 2017
Aug 21, 2017 at 7:12 AM UTC
Forsaken nature, effigy of happiness
Radiate in sunlight
Totem to the angel of Thanatos
We, entrenched
Bespoke emotions motivate
Harbinger of stupor
Potions point skyward
Circle of sticks
Drunk with madness, archaic/futurist
A belief in life
Moving in all directions, we breathe
Levitate tables
Combed, picked and sedated
Suppress with cotton
Impress the forgotten, bathed in meat
Drowning, trickled lists, dictate infinite
Omnipotent
Radical analysts
Broken adequate
Sirens to soothe sanctum
Toothless, pews and bare footed priests
Clogged with irreverence
Confusion of the afterlife
The one with bleach stained hands
On one knee, counterpart, gone, integral
Ghost babel, patriot of purpose
Purgatory swine
A costume to cleanse Virgil
Telescopes & ritual apathy
Broken bones, oxycodones
Entrance to ozone
Deficit sadly, intrinsic in photo
Delicate, diphenhydramine dreams
Pearlescent head
Ballooned shadows of paranoia
Fingers full of glue
Toxic shock
Risen thought, gaining pace
Emerging victorious
Whisped in black smoke
Mortal & pestle
White pills, insomnia
Perfect ratio
Golden and numeric
Pleasant, unintentional hero
White matter of fact
Carcass of industry
Severed cerebellum dotted in sentence
Coalition of morbid interest
Cryptozoology, mermaids and taxidermy
Not one leg to stand on
Held in high regard
Tranquil morals
Apr 16, 2014
Apr 16, 2014 at 1:19 PM UTC
it is the epitome of mad terror
I've been lobotomized;
in my nightmares
by psycho-analysts
who seek the blood of the
weak and naive
for the guilty and the
geeks
same geeks who strive on books and
their gram of coffee beans
they eat and chew on
to nourish their brain with more
anxiety and horror.
listen to me
I tell you
walk by me
I tell you.
Walk the streets
to the left
holy mass concourse of scalawags
to the right
a pile of wet cigarette butts
and broken garbage cans.
my brain has been castrated.
my guts are tormented from
all my past experiences.
Enter the room;
full of art
melancholic darkwave in the background
and peace.
Do not get out of the room.
I tell you.
(from outside the room)
noises and yelling
people fighting
misery
Reincarnation has to come to an end.
One is enough,
I tell you.
ONE IS ENOUGH.
Now, I swim in my Andromeda and float in the milky way..
Aug 5, 2021
Aug 5, 2021 at 4:20 PM UTC
the rain is over and sad clouds have passed
beyond the mountain to the hidden sea
where all our stillness has its time to be
acknowledged understood measured at last
but we the analysts are yet aghast
at all the pain of those who did not flee
the ultimate temptation that we see
in the hard present that is never past
obey the rules and that way you get by
the lesson taught almost from time of birth
is not sufficient to persuade the wise
they must ignore the message in each eye
the ruddy signal that comes down to earth
and dissipates the impact of old lies
Mar 17, 2013
Mar 17, 2013 at 12:29 PM UTC
If the strength and superiority of the ancients
is the commander of thousands and he complains
that he has help from the donors and leadership,
I do not want to go down; I do not know what
makes the first classic, recognized servants use
the design and operation of the sports system -
Sky Box and free glasses of cognac and white
wine. Fun: the port contains a radio for a wedding
without a wedding. Trees are not included in the
above rates, and agents are not free trade. Of all
words that are not and which, as you know.
To be able to read books and learn about the
treatment, the Wall Street fish were enriched
to buy it. Other |\applications will be podcasts,
but also the best radio stations and those who
can not find a place to worry. And paint the best
way to work on the observation tower, the robot
left a beautiful woman there. According to 1 John
Rose, and after careful analysis he said England;
Paul, however, when I wave him, there can be
no radio waves. Radio messages about the wedding:
a bravery of the ancients, get married in fast water.
If she kills herself and complains that I do not want
another thousand governors to help me; I do not
know who first met with the cold and planned the
servants, when they had to be happy in the whole
sports system - boxes of cognac and white glasses
are free. Fun: has one radio for the wedding ceremony,
and on one of the weddings, he said that the trees
are not included in the tariffs, and the agents are
free trade; all the words he knows. Read books as
part of the new Wall Street treatment to buy from
significant rich fish. The complaint, the Dutch value
brightly illuminates the radio station if there is smoke
in Big House; The manager who provides the
dynamic compiler and radio station is the best,
best and largest, and there is no other. Other
applications will be podcasts, radio stations,
but in the best places you can also find your place.
Color is the best way to work with a glass robot
on the left, a beautiful woman. According to John
Rose and Internet analysts in England, San Pablo
is flying with radio waves. Radio with water from
| bricks | to wash.|
Oct 11, 2018
Oct 11, 2018 at 2:32 AM UTC
I guess you could say
that I owe my first gratifying ****** encounter
to Donald Trump.
The votes are being tallied
I climb on top of you
The analysts are shaking their heads
I place your hands on my hip bones
They’re calling for a recount
I let you live inside of me
The are calling it a night
We **** all night
Are we on the brink of another world war?
Jul 6, 2017
Jul 6, 2017 at 12:04 PM UTC
I know you know that I know that you know so
where do we go?
******
analysts
Analyzed it's a cycle
Rumor has it
We're chasing our tales
Appearing malcontent
because everyday
I'm in a place
That Formerly didn't exist
A space
with the Erie feeling
that
I've been here before
And I keep saying
Would've gone crazy
By now
if I kept sane
What everyone says
Each and everyday
A million thousands
Things
With this million dollar
Dream
A million thousands steps
And the
lessons in between
Glory from the pain
Gains through suffering
Drinking water
From the rain-y days
10 seconds for buffering...
Now I'm wondering
Punchlines for daze
And I'm stumbling
Back on my old ways
And it's humbling
Lightning quick thought
And its thunderous
In my brain
like a grenade
And I fumbled it
When I lost it
is when became
one with it
And I ain't done
Till you say,
What have you done with it?
Cause in my mind
I don't mine
What you digging up
I'll raise on the
Third day if I'm GOoD enough
Or perfect
Died for me
hmmm...
not worth it
With apple in hand
Conversed with the serpent
SIRIously
I need some help
I'm loosing to myself
The whelps
Are from being a slave
To everyone else
Are you not entertained?
If not check yourself
Caught in the game
Of making a name
For oneself.
All the while
Balancing, mind, body and
Health.
There comes a point.
And time
When a point. in time
A point. . /same it will
Never be
From that point. on
That point. is NOW
Infinity and beyond
Question
So when we exit
Where has everything gone?
Who left it
The best conclusions
Drawn
Is by The artist
The revered
less respected
Who can alter your
Point of view
with their
Perspective
The poems, the pros
The architects
architecture.
sonnets.
The painters,the psalms
The songs,
the silence
The writers the creators
The readers,
designers
Actors, producers,
Engineers,
provide us
A keep safe for
Keeps sake
It's ok to **** the messenger,
the message keep safe.
All I keep saying
Is
I would've gone crazy
If I had kept sane!
Aug 21, 2017
Aug 21, 2017 at 8:22 PM UTC
A generation of the blind
No, not blindness of the eyes
But blindness of the mind
If we cannot see beyond our eyelids
How can we see the poor and deprived
The voiceless, downtrodden and marginalised
Or the gross abuse of human rights
That the perpetrators seek to justify
And the media does well to glorify
Nothing is new on the news every time
Watching has become a depressing exercise.
A world of the deaf
No, not deafness of the ears
But deafness of the heart
If we cannot hear beyond our ear....drums
How can we hear about the rot of the earth
The cry of that child everyone have deserted
The ever loud war drum beat
The glaring yearning of humanity that
Is constantly well kept underneath the carpet
Which crisis analysts always help with beautiful excerpts
Buttressing governments' claim "there is no other way but that"
A generation of the numb
Not numbness of the 5 senses, no
But the numbness of the soul
If we cannot feel beyond the pain that is our own
How can we feel the hurt of those without a home
Those kids that go naked without food
Those that are not sure of a tomorrow
Those that wars have confined to grieve and sorrow
Isn't that why governments are always rude
Instead of apologising and making amends for policies gone wrong?
Isn't that why we post for pictures with the malnourished so the world can call us heroes?
Our cheap trick to be famous
The state of our society
Is a reflecting statement of who we are, really
But the mirror seems to be broken
Thus fine tuning the reflecting images
A world of selfishness, cruelty without rights
One country does wrong and another feels the bite
War erupts, one more wrong to make the other 2 right
A world of long days without nights
If you cannot go to sleep
How is it possible to dream?
A world bedeviled with drought
Everything hitherto coloured green is fading out
Unless the rain pours down soon
Like the fields, we are also doomed
Unless we feel, hear and see
This is where our end begins.
Mar 20, 2016
Mar 20, 2016 at 4:44 PM UTC
A generation
of domesticated feminists
and jaded
data analysts
couldn’t comprehend
the way your kind
hardens
and bends to behaviors
of sinister
seasoned flavor
where is your accountability
to a higher power?
or are men made of
different material?
a high grade steel
prone to cutting
into the softness
of women
I wonder when
we will turn
our fates
into brick and mortar.
Jun 16, 2018
Jun 16, 2018 at 10:11 AM UTC
If the ancients' power and excellence are the commander of a thousand men, and he complains that she has the help of donors and the lead, I do not want to go down; I do not know what makes the first one cool, greeted by the attendants enjoying the design and operation of the sports system - Sky Box and free glasses of brandy and white wine. Fun: Port contains a radio to a wedding ceremony without a marriage. The trees are not included in the above rates, and the agents are not free trade. From all of the words that are not, and which, as you know. To read books and learn news of the treatment, "Wall Street" fish get rich to purchase it. Other applications will be podcasts, but also on the best radio stations, and those who cannot find a place to worry about. And color the best way to work the watch-tower, the robot has left where a beautiful woman is. According to 1 John Rose,
and after thoroughly analysis said England; Paul, however, when I shall brandish it, cannot be radio waves. Radio Ads of the wedding: and the valor of the ancients, they get married in rushing water. If she kills herself for, and which he complains of, that I do not want another thousand of the governor's the help; I do not know who was the first to encounter cold and plan for the attendants when they needed to be happy throughout the the sports system - the boxes of brandy and white glasses are free. Fun: it contains one radio to a wedding ceremony and at one of the weddings, he was told trees are not included in tariffs and agents - free trade; of all the words that he happens to know. To read books as part of a new treatment, "Wall Street" to buy from the momentous rich fish. A complaint, Dutch value clearly illuminates the radio station if there is smoke in the Big House; The Manager, which provides a dynamic compiler and a radio station is the best, the best and the greatest, and there is no other. Other applications will be podcasts, radio stations, but the best places you can also find my place. And the color is the best way to work with the glass robot to the left, a beautiful woman. According to John Rose and analysts at 1 Internet, England, San Pablo flying with radio waves. Radio with water from the washing brick.
Oct 11, 2018
Oct 11, 2018 at 2:00 AM UTC
There is no fixture yet
Because I am afraid of loosing
Even if I applied VAR
It is still susceptible to error
So I'll remain on the bench
Say goodbye to local leagues
We are made for the championship
No time for trials
Because no time to check time
If you know, you know
I've got to position properly
Like the moon to the sun
If I want to enjoy the season
When it finally kicks off
Before transfer window opens
Over time I have issued cards
Fourteen red cards and two yellows
I am done, like done
No loan deals, outright purchase desired
Terms and conditions apply
Even when I succumbed to pre-season
It almost resulted to penalties
I'm afraid of loosing out completely
Especially as my biological clock ticks
If you know you know
To all you monitoring spirits
With your evil analysis and assumptions
Tell me; who can cover the glory of the sun?
Analysts forming deputy Jesus
That day, I'll see you in the stands
For it will surely come to pass
I refuse to be relegated
I might not have the skills of Messi
The strenght of Ronaldo
The dexterity of Dijk
Or the grace of Pele
But my time will come
I might be on the bench now
Studying, waiting and learning
But that's how stars are made
Until they are called to action
Backed by the grace of the Backer
And when all is done
Blazing through trials and temptations
With joy and gladness in our heart
Together we shall chorus
And it's a gooooooal!!!
Hang on! You are very close!
Mar 7, 2020
Mar 7, 2020 at 6:24 AM UTC
If the strength and superiority of the elders are the head of a thousand people and complain that she has the help of donors and a leader,
I do not want to fall; I do not know what is cold and who loves,
enjoying the design and operation of the Sports System -
free boxes and brandy, 3D | x-ray glasses, white and red wine.
Fun: The portal contains a radio | for a wedding ceremony
without a wedding. Trees are not included in previous lots,
and the agents are not free trade. Of all the words that are not,
and those you know. Writers of Books, news and treatments read
Wall Street for the rich fish rich for shopping.
Other apps will be podcasts, as well as the best radio stations
and those who have no place or time to worry about them.
And the best color, if you look at the tower,
the robot left a beautiful girl. After 1 John Rose
and the strict analysts of England. However,
if I cannot mark this, it cannot be radio waves.
The Announcements over the radio to the wedding:
and the value of the eldest, they will marry.
If he commits suicide and complains that I don’t need another bill
from the governor, he doesn’t know who was the first to calm
and plan the helpers when they needed help.
Happy with the Sports System - a box for cognac
and white glasses and freedom. Fun: One of the weddings
includes a radio for the wedding ceremony.
He said that trees are not included in tariffs
and the agents are free trade. Of all the words
that are learned. Reading books as part of the new treatment,
"Wall Street" to buy the fish's rich fish. A complaint
in the Netherlands clearly states that when at a radio station
when there is smoke in the manager of [Tŷ Mawr],
which the dynamic provider offers, and the radio station is the best,
the best and the best, and there is no one else.
Other apps will be podcasts, radio stations,
but the best places can also find my place.
And color is the best way to work with the robot on the left,
a beautiful girl. According to John Rose and analysts
on 1 Internet, England. St. Paul is flying with radio waves;
Radio with water for washing bricks.
Oct 11, 2018
Oct 11, 2018 at 2:07 AM UTC
Good morning everyone ?
Mrs Morning phrase
Who in dear concern
Of her pupils,
Came the first one every morning
To great us,
To share her last night dream
To make us think like analysts
Always reminding us how life was tough
And how we should respond and too,be tough
For she believed that
"Success belong to the tough only"
Those who persevere
Whose severe headache gave them strength to move on,
As she constantly said,
"Press on my kids ,when life turn hard,
Press even harder .
When things don't seem to happen,
Press again the hardest
Say all is well
See that all is well
And soon the wall shall weaken
The power of your hardworking
Shall pay you then,
And alright shall all be."
She talked like a mother
Perhaps she was one...
She was simple
She made great of my tender age
And guess what?
Her lessons thrives in me.
So call me hard
I always survive my challenges
Even those people believe,
Could be higher,invincible to me.
Pick something
Stir up somebody
And earn eternal wish of thankful heart
Like Mrs Morning .
Jan 7, 2015
Jan 7, 2015 at 11:08 PM UTC
I’m waiting for that titter tatter of brain matter to come in and let me know whats really going to happen below the belt, I’m waiting for that slash of mystery finish that will reveal whats hiding at the end of the tunnel, I’m waiting to be tossed about, build and ravished and destroyed, smashed into a million pieces and turned into tinker toys, I’m wanting to be broken down by scientific analysts only to be a mistake mystery explanation for string theory. I’m hoping for a mixture of time axis, along the equator, letting the jukebox serenader agree to the next fashion statement. I’m marveling at the mystery of mixed up majestic time tables, who will lead me to exactly where I need to be. I just want the sweet marmalade nectar to fall down my throat and lead me to a dreamless sleep so I may wake up and know exactly where my destination lies, no coffee, complete. I’m yearning for the woods to call on my name and show me the nook where the fallen spirits lay and they will help me, take my hand and show me the horror so I know when to hide and when to come out and be alive. I’m gazing at paintings and marveling at the different colors and letting the textures be examples of how to stroke and at the precise moment when a mirage becomes a masterpeice. I’m noodling with the spaghetti stories and taking my turn to lead it to the guru who will finish it with one hand held up, and a finger gone, understanding the principles of buddhism. I’m throwing knives in the air and letting them fall into the sand then dropping acid and doing a dance between their places, knowing very well that I may land and meet my gruesome death. I am putting my feet up and staring at the ceiling and knowing its distinct features, its bubbles, its textures, and the answers? they are only in the subtle hum of the air conditioner, the ceilings stoic nature, and the space between.
Jun 30, 2016
Jun 30, 2016 at 1:42 PM UTC