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Cam Stoker May 2014
[Verse 1:]
Sharp like an edge of a samurai sword
The mental blade cut through flesh and bone
Though my mind's at peace, the world out of order
Missing the inner heat, life gets colder
Oh yes, I have to find my path
No less, walk on earth, water, and fire
The elements compose a magnum opus
My modus is operandi is amalgam
Steel packed tight in microchip
On my arm a sign of all-pro
The ultimate reward is honor, not awards
At odds with the times in wars with no lords

A freelancer
A battle cry of a hawk make a dove fly and a tear dry
Wonder why a lone wolf don't run with a ****
Only trust your instincts and be one with the plan

[Hook]
Some days, some nights
Some live, some die
In the way of the samurai
Some fight, some bleed
Sun up to sun down
The sons of a battlecry

Some days, some nights
Some live, some die
In the way of the samurai
Some fight, some bleed
Sun up to sun down
The sons of a battlecry

[Verse 2]
Look, just the air around him
An aura surrounding the heir apparent
He might be a peasant but shine like grand royalty
He to the people and land, loyalty
We witness above all to hear this
Sea sickness in the ocean of wickedness
Set sail to the sun set no second guessing

Far east style with the spirit of wild west
The "quote-unquote" code stands the test of
Time for the chosen ones to find the best of
Noble minds that ever graced the face of
A hemisphere with no fear, fly over

[Bridge]
The blue yonder where
The sky meets the sea
And eye meets no eye
And boy meets world
And became a man to serve the world
To save the day, the night, and the girl too

[Hook]*
Some days, some nights
Some live, some die
In the way of the samurai
Some fight, some bleed
Sun up to sun down
The sons of a battlecry

Some days, some nights
Some live, some die
In the way of the samurai
Some fight, some bleed
Sun up to sun down
The sons of a battlecry
Nujabes - Battlecry
Opening theme from Samurai Champloo
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yu1zT1KjbPk
Chris Slade Nov 2020
At this time of my life
I find myself wearing hats…
I’m not happy with my head you see,
In short, being able to see it
it just doesn’t thrill me.
Not through those depressing, disappearing strands.
So it’s that time - It’s hat time!

Hats are warm, comforting things;
take it off and, for a while at least,
it feels still there - a phantom hat.
Not quite as spooky or worrying
as a phantom arm or leg - after that
severed limb thing, but right there!
It really is that time - It’s hat time!

My Grandma Lamplough,
that’s on my mother’s side,
was an avid knitter of things to order,
She was even a freelancer for Jaeger…
matinée jackets, mittens, cardies, pullovers
But in later days mostly just tea cosies.
If there was no immediate customer in mind…
“Everybody needs a cosy and one size fits all”
she would say… and anyway,
commissions were rare for cosies back in the day

She’d wear it boldly herself
with handle and spout slots front & back, proud
She’d start the next one and announce
to every visitor right out loud…
”Hey…Do you want a cosy for your ***?
Mr Watling, the milkman, he had quite a lot!
But then he showed up every day!
A quart is it Mrs L?… and yes, I WILL have a cosy today!

Me? I’ve never fancied a toupee, wig
or go in for a Bobby Charlton tribute gig ….
I’ll be happy just to settle for a beret,
news boy or Fedora… to hide the offending pate
and avoid the comb over till a later date.
Meanwhile I’ll maybe settle for Grandma’s cosy special?
My Grandma was a cosy knitter extraordinaire!
Danielle C Mar 2012
semantics
communication
of a playwright
of a speechwriter
of a poet
of a freelancer
of an author
of a journalist

to express
and to love
Me
I write out the way I feel
with words unable to express
the feelings I conceal
and a mouth unwilling to confess

my state of incompleteness
desiring to be not depressed
to retain my consiousness
my feelings are left unexpressed.

I've always wanted answers
I've always asked questions
became a freelancer
in line with my obsession

following this sequence
I'm exposed to life
with it's frequence,
I see the wildlife.
Pls follow for more.
I wrote this to check out what it feels like  rhyming
And your comments are needed
Pls encourage me
Thank you.
Stephen Leacock Oct 2021
The old man that uses a torch
The old man that meditates using the light as a torch
The old man uses his mind for answers
The meditation  like shiva as the enhancer
The man that moves like a dancer
The old man uses his intuition that finds the key that creates the answers
The old man that works like a freelancer
The red bird that comes with the answers
thomezzz Aug 2020
You were a freelancer
which makes sense looking back.
Your approach to your craft
mirrored how you treated your knickknacks.
A menagerie of numbers in your contacts;
how you picked and chose who to call back.

I wonder if you ever felt ashamed
in those brief periods of idleness.
Did your hands grow restless?
Which notification was most missed?
I’m pretty positive
it wasn’t mine.
Norbert Tasev Jun 2021
Help is less and less coming from a knife-throwing hand backwards! Account for the perpetrator of the victim too! They are believing the freelancer with outlets! There are no longer organized forms in the breaking of seventious garments, but intentional, ugly flirtation prevails; in their murderous conquest, Alpine jokes are also immersed and then deliberately immersed! - Through dazzled sensationalist-eyed eyes, the Simplified Man also searches for obtainable Dreams! Tired and cared for its existence! Squeaky loves Gentle kiss, kind emotion becomes a moment in the stations of the Universe!
 
We are alluding to ourselves in the lunar moonlighting between our lies; collisions of intent rarely end in a romantic way! Any vacuum is already unbearable; if the treasure Dear flaming smile cannot welcome the flaming dawn! - Subordinate Fates disintegrate and evaporate! Traveling sorrows are reflected in testifying eyes; over-dramatized, brain-gesturing gestures still prevail on the stage of raging swings! Where might the playful smell of childhoods labeled innocent appear?!
 
Why does it exist that responsibility is being deliberately forgotten today? In a reprehensible, murderous look, insidious complicity flies and waits quietly: the benefits of trophy opportunities are worthy! You should win a kiss through petals and not for intent! In a period of foreseeable end-expectations, I would enjoy conscious, compassionate consolation: as mothers ’response to the heart-echoes of child-voices!
Norbert Tasev Sep 2021
Help is less and less coming from a knife-throwing hand backwards! Account for the perpetrator of the victim too! They are believing the freelancer with outlets! There are no longer organized forms in the breaking of seventious garments, but intentional, ugly flirtation prevails; in their murderous conquest, Alpine jokes are also immersed and then deliberately immersed! - Through dazzled sensationalist-eyed eyes, the Simplified Man also searches for obtainable Dreams! Tired and cared for its existence! Squeaky loves Gentle kiss, kind emotion becomes a moment in the stations of the Universe!
 
We are alluding to ourselves in the lunar moonlighting between our lies; collisions of intent rarely end in a romantic way! Any vacuum is already unbearable; if the treasure Dear flaming smile cannot welcome the flaming dawn! - Subordinate Fates disintegrate and evaporate! Traveling sorrows are reflected in testifying eyes; over-dramatized, brain-gesturing gestures still prevail on the stage of raging swings! Where might the playful smell of childhoods labeled innocent appear?!
 
Why does it exist that responsibility is being deliberately forgotten today? In a reprehensible, murderous look, insidious complicity flies and waits quietly: the benefits of trophy opportunities are worthy! You should win a kiss through petals and not for intent! In a period of foreseeable end-expectations, I would enjoy conscious, compassionate consolation: as mothers ’response to the heart-echoes of child-voices!

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