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Give them hell
Raining down on your fists
Show them the consquence
of all the nights
when their hell weapons kept you up
and made it a living hell
Kept you thinkin "that coffin better be just my size"
give the ******* something
Give them something they didn't pay for
Let them try to bring you down kid
**Give them hell kid
Show them they never knew you at all
If their trying to **** you
give them hell
WendyStarry Eyes May 2016
I see this broken down home
As I'm cruising down a country street
My mind wanders into the past
Imagines the memories
That have led to this defeat
I can only imagine 'once upon a time'
This was a prosperous home
Where love dwelled
Perhaps, the opposite
Perhaps, this was a home of lost love
If you did not pull your weight
On the farm you were expelled
Not following what Jesus said, "'This is my commandment that you love one another as I love you"
Perhaps, that maybe is what led to this defeat
Is this delapidation the consquence of deceit?
~~₩KR~~
Broken down home on this Country road is posted as my cover photo.My imagination running strong as I was driving down the country roads this week!
Simon Quperlier Jan 2014
we've been in a hot persuit with sorrow,
tempted death with playful beckons,
not fearing of tomorrow, as we instigated war between angels and demons,
then compared pumpkins with melons,
the art of a dedicated farmer,
who only begged for his seeds to grow,
day in day out during summer,
we scampered at the beach then ended in the dhow,
the consquence of a missing skill,
then some of us wept under the moonlight,
with brokenhearts that never heal,
i remember i was hounded by a fright,
as i read the 4th line of this poem,
something beyond my physical potential,
a performance you cant even mime,
then politics, business and anything commercial,
a mere embarassment, traders were mean,
and just to rest the case, 2013 is over,
we have mobilized better schemes for 2014,
we are the movers and shakers.
TOD HOWARD HAWKS Sep 2020
Most are afraid to be their real selves. This is a worldwide tragedy. An untold number of all people on Earth suffer this unconscious condition. Why is this likely true? Because many people were never loved enough, if at all, in their earliest of years. This sorrowful situation on Earth is abetted by the unconscionable fact that several billion of them live often in extreme poverty, which means so often that those of means have no compassion for their fellow human beings and care only about getting rich, then getting even richer. This immoral consquence of inhumanity is that several billion who have little--perhaps nothing--to eat, only shacks to live in, few schools to attend, virtually no medical care, among the absence of many other critical needs, are overwhelmed by these obscene deprivations, and therefore will unconsciously have at their center only the abyss of never having been loved. The result, therefore, is that they will never experience their true, sacred, inviolable worth, which they share with all others. That is why most are afraid to be their real selves.

Copyright 2020 Tod Howard Hawks
A graduate of Andover and Columbia College, Columbia Univveraity, Tod Howard Hawks has been a poet, an essayist, a novelist, and a human-rights advocate his entire adult life.

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