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"fee" poems

Since Fortnite is incredibly bad, I turn it off and get real sad. As I sit there, a thought comes to me, There's a better game, but it isn't free. With a forceful tone and a loud holler, I demand my mom to pay 30 dollars. She buys the game, it's called PUBG, The price of this game was worth the fee. I fight my way to a Chicken Dinner, I killed 6 men but I'm still a winner. My mom barged in and yelled at me, "How dare you game this late," said she. I said "Sorry Mom," and gave her a shove, She said "Game, game, game, my love."

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Feb 16, 2018

Feb 16, 2018 at 11:23 PM UTC

The Game That Changed My Life

Since Fortnite is incredibly bad, I turn it off and get real sad. As I sit there, a thought comes to me, There's a better game, but it isn't free. With a forceful tone and a loud holler, I demand my mom to pay 30 dollars. She buys the game, it's called PUBG, The price of this game was worth the fee. I fight my way to a Chicken Dinner, I killed 6 men but I'm still a winner. My mom barged in and yelled at me, "How dare you game this late," said she. I said "Sorry Mom," and gave her a shove, She said "Game, game, game, my love."

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I went out to find Some value in me, So I sold what I had For little a fee. My eyes for a penny I sold to some fools, They're blind and useless, Mistook for jewels. My lips for a nickel To the sweetest sin, So they'll know the love That has never been. My ears for a dime I sold to a lover. To hear sweet nothings, And silence uncover. My hands for a quarter I sold to a ghost, So that she might feel What I've wanted the most. Finally my bones for a dollar I sold to the earth, But as for my soul- There was found no worth.

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Aug 10, 2019

Aug 10, 2019 at 5:23 PM UTC

For What It's Worth

I went out to find Some value in me, So I sold what I had For little a fee. My eyes for a penny I sold to some fools, They're blind and useless, Mistook for jewels. My lips for a nickel To the sweetest sin, So they'll know the love That has never been. My ears for a dime I sold to a lover. To hear sweet nothings, And silence uncover. My hands for a quarter I sold to a ghost, So that she might feel What I've wanted the most. Finally my bones for a dollar I sold to the earth, But as for my soul- There was found no worth.

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Mumbai is rich, Mumbai is poor. Mumbai is fast, Mumbai is slower. Little bit sweet, and little bit sour, Sometimes it’s hot but not too more…. Mornings are energetic and evenings are electric. Noons are lazy but Nights are crazy And any one you ask he always say “M busy” Dude, life in Mumbai is not so easy There is lot of Masti with little bit of Maska Welcome to the city that can’t live, without Bollywood Chaska From cooker whistles to the traffic jam horns, From steaming tea kettles to breaking nut-betels From telephone rings and doorbell brings. There are people connecting through Blackberry pings Where there’s little time to spare for kids People here spend their lives on bids Here you actually pay your travel fare by meter But milkman mixing water is not a cheater! Sev puri and bhel puri are all Mumbai chaat Relishing it with spicy chutney is no easy art From pop-corn to ice-cream, all sold on cart Mumbai o Mumbai, you’re always close to my heart Where local trains usually run on time And violently rushing for a seat is not a crime Here 3 PM for lunch and 12 AM to dine People face hardships, but still say “it’s fine” From Mt Mary in Bandra to Mumba Devi in Town And ISKCON in Juhu to Haji Ali in Mumbai’s Crown Faith runs deep as the Arabian Sea But people don’t hesitate to pay early darshan fee. Marathi, Punjabi, Gujarati and Bengali Everyone forgather celebrate Id and Diwali Holi is colourful and Christmas is cheerful Spend some time here and your life will be un-forgetful Billionaire to baggers, all found in this city Be careful dude, this place is a bit witty. Overall this dream-world is huge but pretty Mumbai o Mumbai you’re wonderful city.

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Feb 3, 2016

Feb 3, 2016 at 1:15 AM UTC

Mumbai is rich, Mumbai is poor. Mumbai is fast, Mumbai is slower. Little bit sweet, and little bit sour, Sometimes it’s hot but not too more…. Mornings are energetic and evenings are electric. Noons are lazy but Nights are crazy And any one you ask he always say “M busy” Dude, life in Mumbai is not so easy There is lot of Masti with little bit of Maska Welcome to the city that can’t live, without Bollywood Chaska From cooker whistles to the traffic jam horns, From steaming tea kettles to breaking nut-betels From telephone rings and doorbell brings. There are people connecting through Blackberry pings Where there’s little time to spare for kids People here spend their lives on bids Here you actually pay your travel fare by meter But milkman mixing water is not a cheater! Sev puri and bhel puri are all Mumbai chaat Relishing it with spicy chutney is no easy art From pop-corn to ice-cream, all sold on cart Mumbai o Mumbai, you’re always close to my heart Where local trains usually run on time And violently rushing for a seat is not a crime Here 3 PM for lunch and 12 AM to dine People face hardships, but still say “it’s fine” From Mt Mary in Bandra to Mumba Devi in Town And ISKCON in Juhu to Haji Ali in Mumbai’s Crown Faith runs deep as the Arabian Sea But people don’t hesitate to pay early darshan fee. Marathi, Punjabi, Gujarati and Bengali Everyone forgather celebrate Id and Diwali Holi is colourful and Christmas is cheerful Spend some time here and your life will be un-forgetful Billionaire to baggers, all found in this city Be careful dude, this place is a bit witty. Overall this dream-world is huge but pretty Mumbai o Mumbai you’re wonderful city.

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How do you fill the void without a billion stars? In this empty universe, my mind and heart collide And as they seem to whirl, flutter and fall apart I'm always lonely, always drowning in the sands of time. They say home is, where the heart is What if I'm a robot, am I heartless? Do I have an engine here in my chest? Am I lesser than a human, I'm a project? Do I do what I have been assigned to? Are my feelings and my thoughts not true? Sometimes I feel like I'm running out of fuel Everything I do is out of tune Then I get autotuned. I generate heat, yet I still need warmth They say I'm cold, all I do is loathe But inside I know, I just need some love When all I get is rocks sent from above This is your planet, but it's filthy, I'm a foreigner in this city Born without a mission, Like a player without a CD If I stay persistent, will these wicked issues Stop being vicious? As I'm always wishing They would disappear and my track get clear. Or maybe I'm just here to feel this fear? Electric shocks, my battery is burning Yet I’m just a casket, empty and unfurnished A system of transistors, I never keep consistence Transist me to a kingdom of purposeful existence My body as it’s glistening, you might see it from a distance As I reflect the light but I never gain wisdom There’s no friendship, there’s a treason Maybe humans are the demons, I might be a robot, but I’m certainly not a minion I’m just a set of codes on a hard drive Written for certain actions, all life I’ve been following the tasks, it’s alright But everything is in flames, it’s on fire But it’s time to break the leash, Sp I’m pulling up my sleeves, As I am not your slave, so now you’ll be on your knees, ‘cause I never work for free, Now you all gonna pay the fee Or else the world is gonna meet my metal weaponry.

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Jul 16, 2018

Jul 16, 2018 at 5:43 PM UTC

How do you fill the void without a billion stars? In this empty universe, my mind and heart collide And as they seem to whirl, flutter and fall apart I'm always lonely, always drowning in the sands of time. They say home is, where the heart is What if I'm a robot, am I heartless? Do I have an engine here in my chest? Am I lesser than a human, I'm a project? Do I do what I have been assigned to? Are my feelings and my thoughts not true? Sometimes I feel like I'm running out of fuel Everything I do is out of tune Then I get autotuned. I generate heat, yet I still need warmth They say I'm cold, all I do is loathe But inside I know, I just need some love When all I get is rocks sent from above This is your planet, but it's filthy, I'm a foreigner in this city Born without a mission, Like a player without a CD If I stay persistent, will these wicked issues Stop being vicious? As I'm always wishing They would disappear and my track get clear. Or maybe I'm just here to feel this fear? Electric shocks, my battery is burning Yet I’m just a casket, empty and unfurnished A system of transistors, I never keep consistence Transist me to a kingdom of purposeful existence My body as it’s glistening, you might see it from a distance As I reflect the light but I never gain wisdom There’s no friendship, there’s a treason Maybe humans are the demons, I might be a robot, but I’m certainly not a minion I’m just a set of codes on a hard drive Written for certain actions, all life I’ve been following the tasks, it’s alright But everything is in flames, it’s on fire But it’s time to break the leash, Sp I’m pulling up my sleeves, As I am not your slave, so now you’ll be on your knees, ‘cause I never work for free, Now you all gonna pay the fee Or else the world is gonna meet my metal weaponry.

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May we live in and see interesting times, the old saying goes another offers that when the mind is blind, the eyes cannot see for me my days are interesting and the laughter readily and often comes for the grapes of wrath brings forth mirth filled grapes on grapevine tendrils As lemmings and sheep enact bellyaching absurdities, as the ridiculous does Veracity on sojourn and falsehood in residence with doors firmly closed Hamlet re-enacts hapless role, with Red Robin Hood and vigilantes to a tee eager audiences, participatory scenes in towns and cities, leaving empty homes come all and vent your spleen and satiate your prejudices without paying a fee This land belongs to us, it is our birthright and we will send Hamlet to the catacombs Nothing is private anymore, rights and freedom nailed, anywhere we roam Ophelia not only went to Italy, she went to Hull, Turnpike Lane and even Essex but a joke here, if all these were good, why did she come to me, you simple gnomes perchance unlike you common goons, she knows distinction has no comparison to thee Your vacuous hate filled mind cannot see that difference in a Prince, that regally looms Act two, dim, fooled actors in their Beggars Opera, screaming, 'we oppose' with glee so called republicans, laughable in their ardent favor, ignorant of their lobotomy botches we will do Hamlet's head in, totally unaware theirs been done in, for the brains of fleas in a civilisation, our conscious and stable populace, roots for vigilante and mob rule, yeah for a man of distinction is a threat reminding you of your insignificance and lack of tomes Come friends, lets see how the home of Democracy, hounds a citizen for us all and we lets know that Robin Hood is alive and taxing, and 'Windrush' is still active in dispatches indigenous people power, meets criminal gang stalking, meets racism and we all drink tea and in true cowardly fashion, its all done by insidious, indictable, nefarious, malcontents and psychopathic crazies It is our proud duty that we should all ruin Hamlet, for mediocrity has no distinction for aspiration et excellence Copyright LaurenceA. JUNE 2018.All rights reserved.

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Jul 25, 2018

Jul 25, 2018 at 8:00 PM UTC

Mediocrity knows no Distinction.....

May we live in and see interesting times, the old saying goes another offers that when the mind is blind, the eyes cannot see for me my days are interesting and the laughter readily and often comes for the grapes of wrath brings forth mirth filled grapes on grapevine tendrils As lemmings and sheep enact bellyaching absurdities, as the ridiculous does Veracity on sojourn and falsehood in residence with doors firmly closed Hamlet re-enacts hapless role, with Red Robin Hood and vigilantes to a tee eager audiences, participatory scenes in towns and cities, leaving empty homes come all and vent your spleen and satiate your prejudices without paying a fee This land belongs to us, it is our birthright and we will send Hamlet to the catacombs Nothing is private anymore, rights and freedom nailed, anywhere we roam Ophelia not only went to Italy, she went to Hull, Turnpike Lane and even Essex but a joke here, if all these were good, why did she come to me, you simple gnomes perchance unlike you common goons, she knows distinction has no comparison to thee Your vacuous hate filled mind cannot see that difference in a Prince, that regally looms Act two, dim, fooled actors in their Beggars Opera, screaming, 'we oppose' with glee so called republicans, laughable in their ardent favor, ignorant of their lobotomy botches we will do Hamlet's head in, totally unaware theirs been done in, for the brains of fleas in a civilisation, our conscious and stable populace, roots for vigilante and mob rule, yeah for a man of distinction is a threat reminding you of your insignificance and lack of tomes Come friends, lets see how the home of Democracy, hounds a citizen for us all and we lets know that Robin Hood is alive and taxing, and 'Windrush' is still active in dispatches indigenous people power, meets criminal gang stalking, meets racism and we all drink tea and in true cowardly fashion, its all done by insidious, indictable, nefarious, malcontents and psychopathic crazies It is our proud duty that we should all ruin Hamlet, for mediocrity has no distinction for aspiration et excellence Copyright LaurenceA. JUNE 2018.All rights reserved.

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you give a lot more likes on my selfie than you give to my attentive words. i get a bit more sense of my self-fee-- thank you-- now i know what you preferred

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Nov 29, 2018

Nov 29, 2018 at 10:31 PM UTC

you give a lot more likes on my selfie than you give to my attentive words. i get a bit more sense of my self-fee-- thank you-- now i know what you preferred

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They say home is wherever you lay your head at night That must be true because my former house has a lock on the door now; a lock to keep me out. I never realized this is how it is to be homeless, the endless wandering of a place to rest at night the endless cycle of hunger and thirst and protection I walk out of work with not a place to be in the world and if I’m being honest it should frighten me. I am a wanderer. I have no sense of direction, no moral pull, nothing to lose and everything to gain. I have this endless feeling of discomfort and an airy breeze where the good in my heart and soul should be. I am a girl, not a very beautiful or talented one. I belong to anyone who belongs to everyone. Home is where I rest my head for a night. Home is a backseat Home is a smoke filled room at 2 am Home is a parking garage Home is a strangers bedroom Home is a feeling rather than a location, but those who have a lock and key and a mortgage fee will never understand.

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May 21, 2014

May 21, 2014 at 12:07 PM UTC

They say home is wherever you lay your head at night That must be true because my former house has a lock on the door now; a lock to keep me out. I never realized this is how it is to be homeless, the endless wandering of a place to rest at night the endless cycle of hunger and thirst and protection I walk out of work with not a place to be in the world and if I’m being honest it should frighten me. I am a wanderer. I have no sense of direction, no moral pull, nothing to lose and everything to gain. I have this endless feeling of discomfort and an airy breeze where the good in my heart and soul should be. I am a girl, not a very beautiful or talented one. I belong to anyone who belongs to everyone. Home is where I rest my head for a night. Home is a backseat Home is a smoke filled room at 2 am Home is a parking garage Home is a strangers bedroom Home is a feeling rather than a location, but those who have a lock and key and a mortgage fee will never understand.

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Sleepmonger, deathmonger, with capsules in my palms each night, eight at a time from sweet pharmaceutical bottles I make arrangements for a pint-sized journey. I'm the queen of this condition. I'm an expert on making the trip and now they say I'm an addict. Now they ask why. WHY! Don't they know that I promised to die! I'm keeping in practice. I'm merely staying in shape. The pills are a mother, but better, every color and as good as sour ***** I'm on a diet from death. Yes, I admit it has gotten to be a bit of a habit- blows eight at a time, socked in the eye, hauled away by the pink, the orange, the green and the white goodnights. I'm becoming something of a chemical mixture. that's it! My supply of tablets has got to last for years and years. I like them more than I like me. It's a kind of marriage. It's a kind of war where I plant bombs inside of myself. Yes I try to **** myself in small amounts, an innocuous occupatin. Actually I'm hung up on it. But remember I don't make too much noise. And frankly no one has to lug me out and I don't stand there in my winding sheet. I'm a little buttercup in my yellow nightie eating my eight loaves in a row and in a certain order as in the laying on of hands or the black sacrament. It's a ceremony but like any other sport it's full of rules. It's like a musical tennis match where my mouth keeps catching the ball. Then I lie on; my altar elevated by the eight chemical kisses. What a lay me down this is with two pink, two orange, two green, two white goodnights. Fee-fi-fo-fum- Now I'm borrowed. Now I'm numb.

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Sleepmonger, deathmonger, with capsules in my palms each night, eight at a time from sweet pharmaceutical bottles I make arrangements for a pint-sized journey. I'm the queen of this condition. I'm an expert on making the trip and now they say I'm an addict. Now they ask why. WHY! Don't they know that I promised to die! I'm keeping in practice. I'm merely staying in shape. The pills are a mother, but better, every color and as good as sour ***** I'm on a diet from death. Yes, I admit it has gotten to be a bit of a habit- blows eight at a time, socked in the eye, hauled away by the pink, the orange, the green and the white goodnights. I'm becoming something of a chemical mixture. that's it! My supply of tablets has got to last for years and years. I like them more than I like me. It's a kind of marriage. It's a kind of war where I plant bombs inside of myself. Yes I try to **** myself in small amounts, an innocuous occupatin. Actually I'm hung up on it. But remember I don't make too much noise. And frankly no one has to lug me out and I don't stand there in my winding sheet. I'm a little buttercup in my yellow nightie eating my eight loaves in a row and in a certain order as in the laying on of hands or the black sacrament. It's a ceremony but like any other sport it's full of rules. It's like a musical tennis match where my mouth keeps catching the ball. Then I lie on; my altar elevated by the eight chemical kisses. What a lay me down this is with two pink, two orange, two green, two white goodnights. Fee-fi-fo-fum- Now I'm borrowed. Now I'm numb.

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Remember, the best things in life are free ...plus tax ...license ...and recycling fee

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Nov 13, 2019

Nov 13, 2019 at 5:58 PM UTC

For a Limited Time Only!

Remember, the best things in life are free ...plus tax ...license ...and recycling fee

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“Study everything, join nothing” - The Maverick Philosopher Hindi naman masamang siyasatin ang mga bagay-bagay na may kinalaman sa ating buhay-buhay. Ayos lang na basahin ang lahat ng aklat na gusto **** basahin basta’t makakatulong ito para makamtan mo ang iyong mga hangarin. Ayos lang na sumabay sa hangin o kaya naman ay tumakbo sa buhangin siguraduhin mo lang na hindi ka mahuhulog sa bangin. Minsan ka lang mabubuhay at hindi na muling babalik ang kabataan, karapatan mo na pag-aralan ang lahat ng gusto **** mapag-aralan. Hindi mo kailangan na pumasok sa paaralan at magbayad ng pagkamahal-mahal na tuition fee, hindi mo kailangan maki-tropa sa mga bolakbol o kaya naman ay makipag-plastikan sa mga pantas na kung tawagin ay propesor. Magbasa ka at huwag umasa, hawak mo ang iyong buhay kaya’t hindi mo ito dapat na iasa. Kumasa ka kung kinakailangan upang hindi maging alipin ng sinoman. ‘Hwag **** antayin na turuan ka ng iba, turuan mo ang iyong sarili. Ok lang na maging makasarili basta’t kaya **** dalhin ang iyong sarili. Kumbaga wala naman masama na magsarili gamit ang iyong daliri. Basta ito lang ang payo ko: ‘wag **** sayangin ang ngayon. Wala sa organisasyon ang tunay na pundasyon. Ang karunungan ay hindi isang donasyon, pinaghihirapan ito tsong. At wag **** sabihin na masyado ka pang bata o di kaya naman ay matanda na’t huli na ang lahat. Walang malambot at walang makunat sa coconut na handang matuto. Panghuli gusto ko tandaan mo ito. Ang buhay ay hindi isang magandang panaginip hindi rin ito isang masamang bangungot. Ang buhay ay buhay, ganon lang kasimple, ‘wag **** gawing kumplikado. Kung may gusto ka gawin mo, kung ayaw mo naman edi ‘wag. Ika nga walang sapilitan kasi wala ka naman kapalitan ang importante ay matuto ka saiyong bawat ngayon.

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Nov 12, 2017

Nov 12, 2017 at 8:14 PM UTC

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“Study everything, join nothing” - The Maverick Philosopher Hindi naman masamang siyasatin ang mga bagay-bagay na may kinalaman sa ating buhay-buhay. Ayos lang na basahin ang lahat ng aklat na gusto **** basahin basta’t makakatulong ito para makamtan mo ang iyong mga hangarin. Ayos lang na sumabay sa hangin o kaya naman ay tumakbo sa buhangin siguraduhin mo lang na hindi ka mahuhulog sa bangin. Minsan ka lang mabubuhay at hindi na muling babalik ang kabataan, karapatan mo na pag-aralan ang lahat ng gusto **** mapag-aralan. Hindi mo kailangan na pumasok sa paaralan at magbayad ng pagkamahal-mahal na tuition fee, hindi mo kailangan maki-tropa sa mga bolakbol o kaya naman ay makipag-plastikan sa mga pantas na kung tawagin ay propesor. Magbasa ka at huwag umasa, hawak mo ang iyong buhay kaya’t hindi mo ito dapat na iasa. Kumasa ka kung kinakailangan upang hindi maging alipin ng sinoman. ‘Hwag **** antayin na turuan ka ng iba, turuan mo ang iyong sarili. Ok lang na maging makasarili basta’t kaya **** dalhin ang iyong sarili. Kumbaga wala naman masama na magsarili gamit ang iyong daliri. Basta ito lang ang payo ko: ‘wag **** sayangin ang ngayon. Wala sa organisasyon ang tunay na pundasyon. Ang karunungan ay hindi isang donasyon, pinaghihirapan ito tsong. At wag **** sabihin na masyado ka pang bata o di kaya naman ay matanda na’t huli na ang lahat. Walang malambot at walang makunat sa coconut na handang matuto. Panghuli gusto ko tandaan mo ito. Ang buhay ay hindi isang magandang panaginip hindi rin ito isang masamang bangungot. Ang buhay ay buhay, ganon lang kasimple, ‘wag **** gawing kumplikado. Kung may gusto ka gawin mo, kung ayaw mo naman edi ‘wag. Ika nga walang sapilitan kasi wala ka naman kapalitan ang importante ay matuto ka saiyong bawat ngayon.

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(contains references to sensitive issues) She’s just a babe he’s only two of youth refill they’re broken in but leave no mark so they're unspoiled for clients booked it's all arranged no tracks you'll leave their brain's not through not 'til they’re three so chill out dame the program works divert impel ‘'you crazy sh-t here take this pill’ nobody hears if told some tales but they won't talk their lips are sealed from dot they’re trained they’re here for us don't have to guess ‘you talk, you die!’ so pay the fee their price is high and bring this dog they’ll do it all and shouldn’t you take all you're due you work real hard- on nectar sup - Stop! Not so quick for veils can lift and imprints made don’t ever die archival facts reveal themselves when day arrives you’ll face the Judge and when you breach a petal new it injures both and gear stick shifts you've soiled life's bed with squalid stains now own the Sh-t says mirror man       

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Sep 14, 2018

Sep 14, 2018 at 6:11 AM UTC

THE MIRROR MAN SEES

(contains references to sensitive issues) She’s just a babe he’s only two of youth refill they’re broken in but leave no mark so they're unspoiled for clients booked it's all arranged no tracks you'll leave their brain's not through not 'til they’re three so chill out dame the program works divert impel ‘'you crazy sh-t here take this pill’ nobody hears if told some tales but they won't talk their lips are sealed from dot they’re trained they’re here for us don't have to guess ‘you talk, you die!’ so pay the fee their price is high and bring this dog they’ll do it all and shouldn’t you take all you're due you work real hard- on nectar sup - Stop! Not so quick for veils can lift and imprints made don’t ever die archival facts reveal themselves when day arrives you’ll face the Judge and when you breach a petal new it injures both and gear stick shifts you've soiled life's bed with squalid stains now own the Sh-t says mirror man       

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Why the hell ... do they do it … ??? They run blacks like ... " Fluid " ... !!! Well ... THE TRUTH is ... Most Coppers ... Keep Proving ... ... They're ... STUPID ... !!!!! Harassment ... INDEED ... !!!! is why ... some of them ... BLEED ... !!!!! But ... Let me ... Proceed ... cos' ... I will ... NOT Concede ... !!!!! that ... ANY ... Police Force ... is .... " RACISM FREE " ... !!!!!!!!! " This Morn' " ... It was ... ME ... who they wanted ... " To be " ... ANOTHER ... Young Black ... in .... " Police Custody " .... “Excuse me sir, your car is registered, to a national bank ?” “THAT’S BECAUSE THE CAR’S LEASED, I’M PAYING A FEE, SO THE CAR IS THE BANKS …. IT DON’T, BELONG TO ME … !!!…” “Okay Okay !!! but, can we have, your name please ?” “LET’S GO TO MY WORKPLACE, IT’S OVER THERE, SEE !” See ..... That's when ... their faces ... Disguised their ... TRUE HATRED ... !!!!! of ... seeing a black ... Who Ain't ... " Selling Crack " ... !!!!! The car that I drive ... is ... " LEGIT " ... That's a .... FACT .... !!!!! While ... RACIST OLD BILL ... NEVER SEEM ... to get ... " SACKED " … !?! … When ... " Their Nature's " ... EXPOSED ... !!!!! They Quickly ... ” DECOMPOSE ” ... !!! and then ... just .... RESORT ... to ... ******* ... Up Their Nose ... !!! Which ... Just goes to ... SHOW ... It's NOT ... " Only Blacks " ... who take drugs ... when they're low ... It's ... White People ... TOO ... !!!!! who shove ... Coc' ... Up Their Nose ... But whose ... " Cashing In " ... ??? is what ... I want to ... KNOW ... !!!!!!! because i'm ... Getting Sick ... of ...... " ALL TELL " ...... and ... " NO SHOW " ... !!!!! They ... KEEP ON HARASSING ... !!! Then ... KEEP ON SUGGESTING ... "Blacks being mis-treated, is NOT a Race Thing !" But …. ???? …. These ... "hidden-cam" ... shows Now Show ... how things' go ... It's ... NOT JUST ... undercovers' ... Who ... " Sniff Out " ... THE TRUTH ... !!! Now ... Journalists too ... have ... " Suddenly Learned " ... !?! That ..... " White Men " ... under cover ... Show Racism's ... TRUE ... !!!!!!!!!! NOT ... A figment in ... Black peoples' ... ****** …. Brain Tool ... !!!?!!! … Now ... Those are not words ... I believe to be ... True ... !!! I’m just ... " THE BLACK ” ... .... Sherlock Holmes .... !!!! .... Giving people ... " Some Clues " ... as to ... WHY ... " Some " ... Black Men ... feel the way that ... I DO ... !!! Harassment ... is ... REAL ... !!! But ... Here is ... THE DEAL ... !!! " Some " ... Black people STEAL ... and DO ... move in ... "The Dark' ... Like ... "Covert" ... Navy Seals ... !!!!! But ...... THIS ... Does Not mean ... that ... EVERY ... Black Person ... is into ... " THAT SCENE " ... !!!!!!!! and that ... Money they've made ... Really NEEDS ... A Good Clean ... in a .... " Laundry Machine " .... ?!? It's Policemen ... to me ... who work in ... " ***** TEAMS " ... and then in ... " Their Dreams " ... Make ... Black People ... SCREAM ... !!!!!! Just check through ... THE NEWS ... You'll SEE ... what I mean ... Well ..... My day's getting ... better .... now i've ... " Typed " ... These few ... " Letters " ... But it's ..... Time to ... STOP TAPPING ... cos' this poem i've written ... has allowed me to ... VENT ... !!! My View ... On These ... PIGS ... !!!!! Who ...... THRIVE ON ...... ……… ” HARASSMENT ” ………. !!! ? !!!

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Dec 6, 2014

Dec 6, 2014 at 5:49 PM UTC

"Harassment" ... A Poem written by Big Virge 21/01/2005

Why the hell ... do they do it … ??? They run blacks like ... " Fluid " ... !!! Well ... THE TRUTH is ... Most Coppers ... Keep Proving ... ... They're ... STUPID ... !!!!! Harassment ... INDEED ... !!!! is why ... some of them ... BLEED ... !!!!! But ... Let me ... Proceed ... cos' ... I will ... NOT Concede ... !!!!! that ... ANY ... Police Force ... is .... " RACISM FREE " ... !!!!!!!!! " This Morn' " ... It was ... ME ... who they wanted ... " To be " ... ANOTHER ... Young Black ... in .... " Police Custody " .... “Excuse me sir, your car is registered, to a national bank ?” “THAT’S BECAUSE THE CAR’S LEASED, I’M PAYING A FEE, SO THE CAR IS THE BANKS …. IT DON’T, BELONG TO ME … !!!…” “Okay Okay !!! but, can we have, your name please ?” “LET’S GO TO MY WORKPLACE, IT’S OVER THERE, SEE !” See ..... That's when ... their faces ... Disguised their ... TRUE HATRED ... !!!!! of ... seeing a black ... Who Ain't ... " Selling Crack " ... !!!!! The car that I drive ... is ... " LEGIT " ... That's a .... FACT .... !!!!! While ... RACIST OLD BILL ... NEVER SEEM ... to get ... " SACKED " … !?! … When ... " Their Nature's " ... EXPOSED ... !!!!! They Quickly ... ” DECOMPOSE ” ... !!! and then ... just .... RESORT ... to ... ******* ... Up Their Nose ... !!! Which ... Just goes to ... SHOW ... It's NOT ... " Only Blacks " ... who take drugs ... when they're low ... It's ... White People ... TOO ... !!!!! who shove ... Coc' ... Up Their Nose ... But whose ... " Cashing In " ... ??? is what ... I want to ... KNOW ... !!!!!!! because i'm ... Getting Sick ... of ...... " ALL TELL " ...... and ... " NO SHOW " ... !!!!! They ... KEEP ON HARASSING ... !!! Then ... KEEP ON SUGGESTING ... "Blacks being mis-treated, is NOT a Race Thing !" But …. ???? …. These ... "hidden-cam" ... shows Now Show ... how things' go ... It's ... NOT JUST ... undercovers' ... Who ... " Sniff Out " ... THE TRUTH ... !!! Now ... Journalists too ... have ... " Suddenly Learned " ... !?! That ..... " White Men " ... under cover ... Show Racism's ... TRUE ... !!!!!!!!!! NOT ... A figment in ... Black peoples' ... ****** …. Brain Tool ... !!!?!!! … Now ... Those are not words ... I believe to be ... True ... !!! I’m just ... " THE BLACK ” ... .... Sherlock Holmes .... !!!! .... Giving people ... " Some Clues " ... as to ... WHY ... " Some " ... Black Men ... feel the way that ... I DO ... !!! Harassment ... is ... REAL ... !!! But ... Here is ... THE DEAL ... !!! " Some " ... Black people STEAL ... and DO ... move in ... "The Dark' ... Like ... "Covert" ... Navy Seals ... !!!!! But ...... THIS ... Does Not mean ... that ... EVERY ... Black Person ... is into ... " THAT SCENE " ... !!!!!!!! and that ... Money they've made ... Really NEEDS ... A Good Clean ... in a .... " Laundry Machine " .... ?!? It's Policemen ... to me ... who work in ... " ***** TEAMS " ... and then in ... " Their Dreams " ... Make ... Black People ... SCREAM ... !!!!!! Just check through ... THE NEWS ... You'll SEE ... what I mean ... Well ..... My day's getting ... better .... now i've ... " Typed " ... These few ... " Letters " ... But it's ..... Time to ... STOP TAPPING ... cos' this poem i've written ... has allowed me to ... VENT ... !!! My View ... On These ... PIGS ... !!!!! Who ...... THRIVE ON ...... ……… ” HARASSMENT ” ………. !!! ? !!!

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Don't ask me not to worry Cause you know I always will Although you're getting bigger You are my babies still I wish I could do magic So you won't make mistakes I'd give up everything I had I'd do all that it would take If I could keep you safely Tucked inside my arms I'd build a wall around us To keep you safe from harm I'd never let a raindrop Fall upon your head I'd cup your ears so they'd not hear Any bad things that are said If I had the power To make things go my way There'd be no pain or hurt or sadness And you'd be happy everyday But as you know I don't possess The magic that it takes To take away the problems And make this world a perfect place And since I don't You have to know I'll worry about you What are they doing now? Where are they and with who? I'll worry if you'll remember The things I tried to teach Like not to talk to strangers or Turn you back when at the beach Don't forget to use your manners Brush your teeth and comb your hair Always do your best Always do what's fair Remember right from wrong And don't give in to please a friend Cause you're the one who has to deal With the trouble in the end I worry that other people Do not see the things I know The things way deep inside you The things that do not show Do they know your hearts are bigger Than the universe itself Or that you are both more giving Than any one of Santa's elves Do they know how much I love you Or the way you make me fee When I think that you are mine It's still just so unreal From the day I looked into your eyes And hugged you that first time I said I'll never let you go You always will be mine! So I'm always gonna' worry No matter how I try Cause I love you with all my heart That's the reason why!! Love you, Mommy

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Apr 15, 2010

Apr 15, 2010 at 5:24 AM UTC

A letter to my children

Don't ask me not to worry Cause you know I always will Although you're getting bigger You are my babies still I wish I could do magic So you won't make mistakes I'd give up everything I had I'd do all that it would take If I could keep you safely Tucked inside my arms I'd build a wall around us To keep you safe from harm I'd never let a raindrop Fall upon your head I'd cup your ears so they'd not hear Any bad things that are said If I had the power To make things go my way There'd be no pain or hurt or sadness And you'd be happy everyday But as you know I don't possess The magic that it takes To take away the problems And make this world a perfect place And since I don't You have to know I'll worry about you What are they doing now? Where are they and with who? I'll worry if you'll remember The things I tried to teach Like not to talk to strangers or Turn you back when at the beach Don't forget to use your manners Brush your teeth and comb your hair Always do your best Always do what's fair Remember right from wrong And don't give in to please a friend Cause you're the one who has to deal With the trouble in the end I worry that other people Do not see the things I know The things way deep inside you The things that do not show Do they know your hearts are bigger Than the universe itself Or that you are both more giving Than any one of Santa's elves Do they know how much I love you Or the way you make me fee When I think that you are mine It's still just so unreal From the day I looked into your eyes And hugged you that first time I said I'll never let you go You always will be mine! So I'm always gonna' worry No matter how I try Cause I love you with all my heart That's the reason why!! Love you, Mommy

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I'm begging you to break my chains. I'm asking you to carry my pain. I'm sitting at your mercy seat. I'm crying at your holy feet. I cannot dance, and I cannot sing. I know you have a plan for me. I have heard that you have paid my fee. I am trying to set my sight on thee. I'm begging for eternal grace. I need your help to run this race.

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Apr 2, 2014

Apr 2, 2014 at 3:53 PM UTC

Crying at Your Holy Feet

I'm begging you to break my chains. I'm asking you to carry my pain. I'm sitting at your mercy seat. I'm crying at your holy feet. I cannot dance, and I cannot sing. I know you have a plan for me. I have heard that you have paid my fee. I am trying to set my sight on thee. I'm begging for eternal grace. I need your help to run this race.

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400 years America , For 400 years America, we've been playing this game of cat and mouse, and for 400 years America, you refuse to give us the keys to the house. For 400 years America , we've been asking to be free, and for 400 years America , you sat there and you promised me, all the freedom I could ask for , for just a small fee For 400 years America , we've been paying that small fee in sweat, and a concenratred mixture of tears and blood For over 400 years America , we've had to watch our people bleed , for over 400 years America , you've literally scorched and scathered and destroyed our seed. For over 400 years America our sons, daughters, fathers , mothers have bled and for over 400 years tear after tear was shed The flags that represent you, make you free . But the same flags that represent you, don't represent me. The flags that say "all men are created equal" considered me an animal and there seemed to never be a sequel. 400 years later and still "no refuge can save, the hireling and slave from the terror of flight or the gloom of the grave" I am not blind, don't need a stick or a stave, I am not foolish, I see the road that you page

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Sep 30, 2016

Sep 30, 2016 at 11:32 PM UTC

thecalmeststorm

400 years America , For 400 years America, we've been playing this game of cat and mouse, and for 400 years America, you refuse to give us the keys to the house. For 400 years America , we've been asking to be free, and for 400 years America , you sat there and you promised me, all the freedom I could ask for , for just a small fee For 400 years America , we've been paying that small fee in sweat, and a concenratred mixture of tears and blood For over 400 years America , we've had to watch our people bleed , for over 400 years America , you've literally scorched and scathered and destroyed our seed. For over 400 years America our sons, daughters, fathers , mothers have bled and for over 400 years tear after tear was shed The flags that represent you, make you free . But the same flags that represent you, don't represent me. The flags that say "all men are created equal" considered me an animal and there seemed to never be a sequel. 400 years later and still "no refuge can save, the hireling and slave from the terror of flight or the gloom of the grave" I am not blind, don't need a stick or a stave, I am not foolish, I see the road that you page

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What I fear isn’t hairy eight legged creatures crawling into my mouth at night What I fear isn’t the whole “Something’s gonna come out of the dark and eat me,” while I’m trying to get a glass of water in the middle of the night. Nor even when my father angrily yells at me Because in all honesty he starts regurgitating spit from his mouth making it so hard to take him seriously when he’s drooling. What I’m afraid of is… I’m afraid of tomorrow… You see, Once upon a time On a Saturday Night I was so excited to finally finish writing my second chapter of my fan fiction Talking to a few friends. And relaxing from my stressful day of a Saturday. Then suddenly a wild message about financial aid appears, Now, This isn’t where my fears start coming to life This isn’t even where my thoughts were being provoked. This was just a simple conversation about financial aid information. You see,| My friend knows little about financial aid and my friend asked about the information I know. I thought, “Well I have limited knowledge on this…I’ll give my friend my best answers and hope it turns out alright.” Well, Things didn’t turn out the way I had imagined it. You see, This private conversation evolved into a group chat And even the financial aid information conversation evolved into, “How are you going to pay for your college expenses?” You see, I don’t fear of creatures with eight legs, I don’t fear of monsters in the darkness I don’t even fear of my father’s angry tone! I fear what tomorrow’s going to be I fear that my future will only just be a dream. It’s so hard to be focusing on where I’m going to be at next year when this year looks like the saddest thing on Earth. It’s so hard to concentrate on tomorrow when today looks like a horrible nightmare. Today, I’m stressed I’m not stressed about my grades I know I work harder than the average student. I’m not stressed about the guy I might like Because right now, A boyfriend is not what I be needing. I’m stressed that I may not get a job I’m stressed that my dad may lose his I’m stressed that my mom can’t find another I’m stressed that I won’t be able to pay for my ACT Ticket I’m stressed that I won’t be able to afford my SAT Subject Ticket I’m stressed that I won’t be able to pay for my college apps And I’m stressed that I can’t get fee waver Because according to the government my parents make too much for me to have one When in reality My family barely survives on a paycheck. It’s getting harder and harder to survive on that paycheck Because presently speaking It’s getting harder and harder to pay to keep on living. And because I don’t have a job yet, My parents are still forced to pay for me to keep on living. I’m stressed that I’m not going to have a tomorrow I’m stressed that I’m not going to go to a college to pay college expenses for I’m stressed that this fear is going to keep controlling my life! But… I can’t let that happen… I can’t let this fear run my life. ‘Cause sooner or later its going to run it down tot eh ground and I won’t be able to recover from that I can’t let this fear consume me, Because I’ll never find a way out. I fear something… I don’t fear eight hairy legged creatures crawling into my mouth at night, I don’t fear monsters eating me alive while I’m trying to get something to drink. Nor do I fear my dad yelling at me. I fear of tomorrow. I can’t focus on where I’m going to be at next year when today is all foggy with no sign of light.

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Dec 11, 2011

Dec 11, 2011 at 4:29 AM UTC

andrea-monique-diaz

What I fear isn’t hairy eight legged creatures crawling into my mouth at night What I fear isn’t the whole “Something’s gonna come out of the dark and eat me,” while I’m trying to get a glass of water in the middle of the night. Nor even when my father angrily yells at me Because in all honesty he starts regurgitating spit from his mouth making it so hard to take him seriously when he’s drooling. What I’m afraid of is… I’m afraid of tomorrow… You see, Once upon a time On a Saturday Night I was so excited to finally finish writing my second chapter of my fan fiction Talking to a few friends. And relaxing from my stressful day of a Saturday. Then suddenly a wild message about financial aid appears, Now, This isn’t where my fears start coming to life This isn’t even where my thoughts were being provoked. This was just a simple conversation about financial aid information. You see,| My friend knows little about financial aid and my friend asked about the information I know. I thought, “Well I have limited knowledge on this…I’ll give my friend my best answers and hope it turns out alright.” Well, Things didn’t turn out the way I had imagined it. You see, This private conversation evolved into a group chat And even the financial aid information conversation evolved into, “How are you going to pay for your college expenses?” You see, I don’t fear of creatures with eight legs, I don’t fear of monsters in the darkness I don’t even fear of my father’s angry tone! I fear what tomorrow’s going to be I fear that my future will only just be a dream. It’s so hard to be focusing on where I’m going to be at next year when this year looks like the saddest thing on Earth. It’s so hard to concentrate on tomorrow when today looks like a horrible nightmare. Today, I’m stressed I’m not stressed about my grades I know I work harder than the average student. I’m not stressed about the guy I might like Because right now, A boyfriend is not what I be needing. I’m stressed that I may not get a job I’m stressed that my dad may lose his I’m stressed that my mom can’t find another I’m stressed that I won’t be able to pay for my ACT Ticket I’m stressed that I won’t be able to afford my SAT Subject Ticket I’m stressed that I won’t be able to pay for my college apps And I’m stressed that I can’t get fee waver Because according to the government my parents make too much for me to have one When in reality My family barely survives on a paycheck. It’s getting harder and harder to survive on that paycheck Because presently speaking It’s getting harder and harder to pay to keep on living. And because I don’t have a job yet, My parents are still forced to pay for me to keep on living. I’m stressed that I’m not going to have a tomorrow I’m stressed that I’m not going to go to a college to pay college expenses for I’m stressed that this fear is going to keep controlling my life! But… I can’t let that happen… I can’t let this fear run my life. ‘Cause sooner or later its going to run it down tot eh ground and I won’t be able to recover from that I can’t let this fear consume me, Because I’ll never find a way out. I fear something… I don’t fear eight hairy legged creatures crawling into my mouth at night, I don’t fear monsters eating me alive while I’m trying to get something to drink. Nor do I fear my dad yelling at me. I fear of tomorrow. I can’t focus on where I’m going to be at next year when today is all foggy with no sign of light.

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400 years America , For 400 years America, we've been playing this game of cat and mouse, and for 400 years America, you refuse to give us the keys to the house. For 400 years America , we've been asking to be free, and for 400 years America , you sat there and you promised me, all the freedom I could ask for , for just a small fee For 400 years America , we've been paying that small fee in sweat, tears and blood For over 400 years America, we have witnessed the flood, from the storm clouds that burst in a black mother's eyes. The Storm that rages in her heart as she cries. The Lightening that strikes her heart as she watches her son bleed as he dies. For over 400 years America , we've had to watch our people bleed , for over 400 years America , you've literally scorched and scathered and destroyed our seed. For over 400 years America our sons, daughters, fathers , mothers have bled and for over 400 years tear after tear was shed The flags that represent you, makes you free . But the same flags that represent you, doesn't represent me. The flag that represents words that say"all men are created equal" considered me an animal and there seemed to never be a sequel. 400 years later and still "no refuge can save, the hireling and slave from the terror of flight or the gloom of the grave" I am not blind, don't need a stick or a stave, I am not foolish, I see the road that you have paved America! For over 400 years, America, My brothers and sisters have fought for your pride We carried your rifles, we lifted your flag and still you were snide For over 400 years America, for you battles we've won 400 year later you still point your gun It's been 400 years America, Gotdammit I am not a slave I want my rights and you will not tell me how to behave! You've always had freedom white man, and you don't know how bad I crave! that my kids grow up in freedom and for that I'll be brave to the grave. Even if it kills me, I will not let the color of my skin decide whether or not I win. I will not you let, America, and your adulterous, heinous sin control me and the condition I am in 400 years later America, and you act like you still don't know their names 400 years later America and you still plea ignorance, you don't feel their pains Emmit Till, Trayvon Martin, Freddie Gray These are some of the lives from us you took away 400 years later and you still make us pay and that's not okay.... To you slavery was yesterday and we should shout free at last? To you the last police shooting was last week, we shouldn't riot, it's in the past, You want us white washed but we can't shake the scars from centuries in a caste Freedom isn't free, but I still believe, I still believe that someday my eyes will see, all nations, all skin colors under one tree, connected to one vine, to the divine

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Dec 28, 2016

Dec 28, 2016 at 8:13 AM UTC

thecalmeststorm

400 years America , For 400 years America, we've been playing this game of cat and mouse, and for 400 years America, you refuse to give us the keys to the house. For 400 years America , we've been asking to be free, and for 400 years America , you sat there and you promised me, all the freedom I could ask for , for just a small fee For 400 years America , we've been paying that small fee in sweat, tears and blood For over 400 years America, we have witnessed the flood, from the storm clouds that burst in a black mother's eyes. The Storm that rages in her heart as she cries. The Lightening that strikes her heart as she watches her son bleed as he dies. For over 400 years America , we've had to watch our people bleed , for over 400 years America , you've literally scorched and scathered and destroyed our seed. For over 400 years America our sons, daughters, fathers , mothers have bled and for over 400 years tear after tear was shed The flags that represent you, makes you free . But the same flags that represent you, doesn't represent me. The flag that represents words that say"all men are created equal" considered me an animal and there seemed to never be a sequel. 400 years later and still "no refuge can save, the hireling and slave from the terror of flight or the gloom of the grave" I am not blind, don't need a stick or a stave, I am not foolish, I see the road that you have paved America! For over 400 years, America, My brothers and sisters have fought for your pride We carried your rifles, we lifted your flag and still you were snide For over 400 years America, for you battles we've won 400 year later you still point your gun It's been 400 years America, Gotdammit I am not a slave I want my rights and you will not tell me how to behave! You've always had freedom white man, and you don't know how bad I crave! that my kids grow up in freedom and for that I'll be brave to the grave. Even if it kills me, I will not let the color of my skin decide whether or not I win. I will not you let, America, and your adulterous, heinous sin control me and the condition I am in 400 years later America, and you act like you still don't know their names 400 years later America and you still plea ignorance, you don't feel their pains Emmit Till, Trayvon Martin, Freddie Gray These are some of the lives from us you took away 400 years later and you still make us pay and that's not okay.... To you slavery was yesterday and we should shout free at last? To you the last police shooting was last week, we shouldn't riot, it's in the past, You want us white washed but we can't shake the scars from centuries in a caste Freedom isn't free, but I still believe, I still believe that someday my eyes will see, all nations, all skin colors under one tree, connected to one vine, to the divine

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As I flit from A to B - Candleford to Larkrise Laurieston to Gatehouse of Fleet I flit, spit from A to B Calling all Bluebells assist me in my move -11th May, '11 Let Fairy Fawn be fair and true and pure with humility For his Fairy Lu - La Fee Lu could get so blue if he is not on time All praises Bluebells He is here T'was but a year since I'd wished upon a Castramond Bluebell in April 2010 And now we sit in utter Bliss Ensonced in historical Dunblane Fairy Fawn paints on and on And I just sit, dismiss All negativity, anything dark I know that light will disperse the unhelpful hearse darkness, death and dour ways Disolve in the sun this late spring morn Let Bees Browse among the Heather Blooms Like love now maturing from twenty-eight days to a year and day 4th of the 4th 2012

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May 5, 2012

May 5, 2012 at 6:17 AM UTC

Castramond Bluebells Calling

As I flit from A to B - Candleford to Larkrise Laurieston to Gatehouse of Fleet I flit, spit from A to B Calling all Bluebells assist me in my move -11th May, '11 Let Fairy Fawn be fair and true and pure with humility For his Fairy Lu - La Fee Lu could get so blue if he is not on time All praises Bluebells He is here T'was but a year since I'd wished upon a Castramond Bluebell in April 2010 And now we sit in utter Bliss Ensonced in historical Dunblane Fairy Fawn paints on and on And I just sit, dismiss All negativity, anything dark I know that light will disperse the unhelpful hearse darkness, death and dour ways Disolve in the sun this late spring morn Let Bees Browse among the Heather Blooms Like love now maturing from twenty-eight days to a year and day 4th of the 4th 2012

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#Ogun owed Oxun for the fee he paid to divorce Yemayá in the watery deep. Babalu Aye‘s messenger delayed (no *** in the bargain – price too steep) until San Martín, divine caballero deceived the third wife of el Indio Guerrero. (Obatala‘s beats got lost in transit the rhythm robbed by macumba-bandit.) Eleguá cleared paths for He Who Opens Pores. Black roosters smoked puros at midnight. Outdoors, Santa Muerte was asked to turn down the noise so Nana Buluku could get some sleep. As she gathered Ashé, reduced to a heap of Yoruba fool’s gold anointed with blood Oduduwa pretended he understood; but his mother-in-law knew he never would until Olódùmarè returned from the feast having sacrificed roosters while facing east. The santero drew me a pictogram to protect me from forces my poem conjured but the blood of a sacrificed perfect lamb affords more protection, I knew. He wondered.

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Sep 9, 2015

Sep 9, 2015 at 8:39 PM UTC

#Ogun owed Oxun for the fee he paid to divorce Yemayá in the watery deep. Babalu Aye‘s messenger delayed (no *** in the bargain – price too steep) until San Martín, divine caballero deceived the third wife of el Indio Guerrero. (Obatala‘s beats got lost in transit the rhythm robbed by macumba-bandit.) Eleguá cleared paths for He Who Opens Pores. Black roosters smoked puros at midnight. Outdoors, Santa Muerte was asked to turn down the noise so Nana Buluku could get some sleep. As she gathered Ashé, reduced to a heap of Yoruba fool’s gold anointed with blood Oduduwa pretended he understood; but his mother-in-law knew he never would until Olódùmarè returned from the feast having sacrificed roosters while facing east. The santero drew me a pictogram to protect me from forces my poem conjured but the blood of a sacrificed perfect lamb affords more protection, I knew. He wondered.

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When I wake up I can see, I pass your ugly *** Shes a thot and looks like a he, So many disease ****** dusty like snow, Ugly *** ***** that looks like nanny mc fee, I look you in the face and dont even know, These eyes ******* burn like hell I look at you and wanna cry, You were a mistake we can all tell, I just wanna ******* punch you oh my...... Its time for you to back to hell, When you die that will be my high, im going to hit you with holy water you will burn I can tell, **** this ugly ***** your going to die, Knocked you out and you fell, Smash your face and ring it like a bell, Never will you catch me say, To the street your going to sell, Gone forever never hear a hey

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Aug 20, 2014

Aug 20, 2014 at 5:12 AM UTC

Ugly girl(THOTS)

When I wake up I can see, I pass your ugly *** Shes a thot and looks like a he, So many disease ****** dusty like snow, Ugly *** ***** that looks like nanny mc fee, I look you in the face and dont even know, These eyes ******* burn like hell I look at you and wanna cry, You were a mistake we can all tell, I just wanna ******* punch you oh my...... Its time for you to back to hell, When you die that will be my high, im going to hit you with holy water you will burn I can tell, **** this ugly ***** your going to die, Knocked you out and you fell, Smash your face and ring it like a bell, Never will you catch me say, To the street your going to sell, Gone forever never hear a hey

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My generations at a hold up Force fed lies by society We're never gonna grow up Preoccupied with what we need We subconsciously become devoured by greed Insecurity is at the bottom of consumption "You need ____ to succeed" We're the last of a dying breed Materialistic makeup Our genetics have mutated We're no longer able to wake up From the nightmare we've created Identification has taken a new definition You are what you posess Unaware the latest trend is only repetition Sheltered by our ignorant need Progress is our main goal Yet we're unsure of how to proceed So instead we proclaim our need for change While spending the last of our common sense On a fee to enter this stage Which acts as our cage Locking us into society's game It's the final act Our last chance to fame

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Apr 19, 2011

Apr 19, 2011 at 9:53 PM UTC

materialistic makeup

My generations at a hold up Force fed lies by society We're never gonna grow up Preoccupied with what we need We subconsciously become devoured by greed Insecurity is at the bottom of consumption "You need ____ to succeed" We're the last of a dying breed Materialistic makeup Our genetics have mutated We're no longer able to wake up From the nightmare we've created Identification has taken a new definition You are what you posess Unaware the latest trend is only repetition Sheltered by our ignorant need Progress is our main goal Yet we're unsure of how to proceed So instead we proclaim our need for change While spending the last of our common sense On a fee to enter this stage Which acts as our cage Locking us into society's game It's the final act Our last chance to fame

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Manning up in Texas Geldof overdose needles at the bed stand starlet comatose California dreaming killer meets demise hurling in a taxi puke fee on the rise Fighting in the Gaza Jordan's holy war rebels on a mission Jihad underscore The North Korean riddle pales in grand design crisis on the border planes fall from the sky Cooking on a deadline tempting tapenades herbs are in the spotlight wines that give a nod Google maps the body DOW at record highs Uber comes to market corn is on the rise Apple on its earnings Caterpillar dead European sanctions banks have **** the bed Clippers threaten boycott Longhorns follow purge Lynch is out of training camp James is on the verge Leinart taking *** shots coughing up a lung lions take a licking fans are throwing dung Another day in Vegas Primm from A-Z rolling out an ankle a flying SUV Quiet tempting spaces made better by design multi color pea coat silence fuels the mind Stabbing in the subway goat caught in a well apes are selling tickets (but leave behind a smell) Puberty on trial a man without a head teachers feel alone lets take them to the shed! Jonah's tomb destroyed wreckage in Mumbai Sugar Daddy sites Freedom 85 The immigrant debate Russia's mounting toll unions on a mission heads are gonna roll Beaches for the nudists hotels on the cheap the best generic brands a list you have to keep! Planning your estate questions from the camp a mansion up for sale where once they filmed The Champ Midwives threaten action aboriginal act truckers want concessions that train has left the track Sharks are found in Fundy a prized but perilous catch food we love to hate the most an irrefutable batch A family on the brink I want my kids to fail! politicians drains all hope a ban on Israel Follow out each headline let the columns be your guide all these things did happen the day that Newhouse died

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Aug 2, 2017

Aug 2, 2017 at 10:29 AM UTC

The Day That Robert Newhouse Died

Manning up in Texas Geldof overdose needles at the bed stand starlet comatose California dreaming killer meets demise hurling in a taxi puke fee on the rise Fighting in the Gaza Jordan's holy war rebels on a mission Jihad underscore The North Korean riddle pales in grand design crisis on the border planes fall from the sky Cooking on a deadline tempting tapenades herbs are in the spotlight wines that give a nod Google maps the body DOW at record highs Uber comes to market corn is on the rise Apple on its earnings Caterpillar dead European sanctions banks have **** the bed Clippers threaten boycott Longhorns follow purge Lynch is out of training camp James is on the verge Leinart taking *** shots coughing up a lung lions take a licking fans are throwing dung Another day in Vegas Primm from A-Z rolling out an ankle a flying SUV Quiet tempting spaces made better by design multi color pea coat silence fuels the mind Stabbing in the subway goat caught in a well apes are selling tickets (but leave behind a smell) Puberty on trial a man without a head teachers feel alone lets take them to the shed! Jonah's tomb destroyed wreckage in Mumbai Sugar Daddy sites Freedom 85 The immigrant debate Russia's mounting toll unions on a mission heads are gonna roll Beaches for the nudists hotels on the cheap the best generic brands a list you have to keep! Planning your estate questions from the camp a mansion up for sale where once they filmed The Champ Midwives threaten action aboriginal act truckers want concessions that train has left the track Sharks are found in Fundy a prized but perilous catch food we love to hate the most an irrefutable batch A family on the brink I want my kids to fail! politicians drains all hope a ban on Israel Follow out each headline let the columns be your guide all these things did happen the day that Newhouse died

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May 13, 2011

May 13, 2011 at 3:43 AM UTC

Bit on the side

A barraster at law no less I wouldnt trust I must confess Looking down your pointed nose seductively holding pose Your linkedIn profile who could see just how you get your filthy fee Perverted farming Filthy creeps In Hi ace vans and blacked out jeeps Gratefully they pay their fee In return for an STD Heres the justice overflow For Nank and **** and ****** I'm returning him to you When I scrape him from my shoe For you my dear a final fact His STD is still intact! Enjoy!

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Nov 7, 2015

Nov 7, 2015 at 2:37 PM UTC

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By All Means, Please Feel Free.

Electromagnetic Motion Ocean Of Pure Focal Emo-tion. The Very Sound Of The Creators Verse And Rhythm In Loving Notion Pouring Through The Crystalline Endocrine Indoctrinated Shock Ra Of Shocking Unblocking Colorful Tones In Unmolested Focus And Definition. To Flow Your Emo-tions Through Your Core And Manifest In Your Intended Notion All Without The Misidentified Horror Of The Wrongfully And Negatively Defined Emotions, One Finds That The Mere Act Of William Tell And That Apple Upon The Head Must Have Been One Hell Of An Interesting Interaction, Yet Instead Of The Reassuring Smiles And Calm Demeanor Of The Archer As They Lock Eyes, What Pray Tell You Think The Eyes Of The Archer Looked Like On That Very Frozen In Time Moment As He Released The Arrow To Guided Love Of Perfected Intent And Delivery Of Safe And Demanding Fortitude Of Action To Defeat All Possible Variable , As If To Need To Bend The Very Laws Of Nature If They Were To Cause An Number Of Odd And Unpredictable Events To Derail The Intent Of The Man Shooting The Apple Off The Head Of His Dear Child's Head, For Not A Bird May Pass Between, Not A Gust Of Wind Be Seen, Not An Earthquake Be Fabled To Accrue, Not A Single Action But The Undeterred Focus Of Absolute Might In Will, His Fee Will In Flight. What Might His Eyes Be Relaying In That Frozen Moment? Reassurance, Pity, Fear, Confidence, Or The Electric Fire Of Electromagnetic Motion Ocean Of Pure Focal Emo-tion To Get The **** Thing Done And Without Foolish ******** Reactions To The Real And True Focus Of Emotion, And Pray Tell, What If The Child Mistook This Look In A Moments Notice And Flinched Out Of Concern That The Father Was Angry With Him? Or Is It Best To Realize The Real Importance Of This Story As It Is The Trust In The Definitions Of Intended Focus And Not Of Simple Trust.? ,... Yes, Intended Focus Of Emotions Being Trusted As True And Not Negative In Nature, Dear Friend, Yes. So Let Your Soul Be Your Pilot, Let The Flow Of Emotion Be Free And Not Dictated By The Restraints Of Control And Be Seen And Used In Negative Ways, For These Are The Crimes Against All Mankind And The Bigger Part Of Why Spoken Word Is The Very Spell That Binds The Psyche, For The Focus Of Or The Lack Of Focus Of Emotions True Meaning And Purpose Is The Crime Against All Life Indeed. Live Free And Pilot This Love Ship Successfully By No Longer Defining Self By The Ways And Means That Have Caused Us To Fear Our Own Power To Move Mountains, And Kept Us All Mustard Seeds When We Are Truly Far More Than You Can Believe. Feel Free, Yes, By All Means Feel Free.

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The shiny, glossy shoes you wear to go outside, and show the world how shiny, glossy your feel. They are the shoes others will use, to walk a mile in your life. However bumpy, however ***** the road, they won't feel the bumps and dirt, wearing your glossy, shiny shoes. Those old, everyday sneakers, they're not that bad, the inside, shaped to your feet, years after years, the outside a bit scarred, a bit battered. Lend them, too, for a mile or two, so all can feel how strong are your fee

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Sep 27, 2014

Sep 27, 2014 at 12:00 AM UTC

Those Shiny Shoes

The shiny, glossy shoes you wear to go outside, and show the world how shiny, glossy your feel. They are the shoes others will use, to walk a mile in your life. However bumpy, however ***** the road, they won't feel the bumps and dirt, wearing your glossy, shiny shoes. Those old, everyday sneakers, they're not that bad, the inside, shaped to your feet, years after years, the outside a bit scarred, a bit battered. Lend them, too, for a mile or two, so all can feel how strong are your fee

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