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ShamusDeyo Apr 2015
I think Women are Hot and.
Should be shown respect
And all though I get *****
I take time to Listen

Can't get into Sports Teams
Know's what fashion is a Dream
Of Bob Mackie, Calvin Klien
Versace, Chanel, and Ralph Lauren

In the Kitchen I create with Panache
Tenderloin of Beef with Marsalle Sauce
Vintage Recipe Chocolate Cake at
Proper Temperature I Bake 'til Perfect

And shopping is a Spree as
Long as its not for me
Rather Shop a Bra for a set of knockers
Then Shop for a Pair of Kahki Dockers

When it Comes to Culture I am Allured
To Poetry, Art, Music and Stage
And so ever fond of thespians
Could it Be I'm a Male Lesbian


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®SilverSilkenTongue and the © Property of J.Flack
LOL in touch with my Feminine side,
and it gave me a giggle LOL
"Nou wie is jy?"
"Ouma, my naam is Siyasanga,
Ek is jou dogter Lalie se seun"
"My Lalie, sy wat in Suid Afrika bly?"
"Ja ouma, ek het vir ouma kom keur"

I watch on as the spark of recognition lights up her eyes
Happiness flowers through the creases on her face like fresh rain through a Namib riverbed 
Her brow furrows as if trying to keep this revelation prisoner
The Sun continues its long journey across the sky
Her brow relaxes, and. . . . .

"Hello virtel my, my kind,
Wie is jy?"
"My naam is Siyasanga Ouma,
Ek is ouma se klien kind.
My ma se naam is Lalie"
"Lalie, sy is my dogter wat in Suid Afrika bly"
"Dis reg ouma, ek het vir ouma kom keur"

The spark returns
The fresh rain flows
The love warms my soul as we embrace
The Sun once more takes flight

Taking respite from the heat
I watch as she shuffles and shimmies and shuffles once more down the corridor
To the foot of the bare bed I've made my haven
Words like spun silk spill from her lips as she asks
"May I sit here my child?
"Ja my ouma, ouma hoef nie vra nie"
She shuffles and shimmies and sits down to read
What a beautiful life affair she has with words,
Even those from a magazine,
Whose pages danced that day at her touch
A letter whose ink for 2 decades laid dry
The name of the man she loved preserved in his evergreen book
Both retrieved from the vault that was her purse
Oh how she loved those words, and they loved her
She turns her head to look at me
With that spark in her eye
"Jy is my Lalie se seun"
I smile, my face awash with fresh rain
"Ja ouma, ek het vir ouma kom kuier"
Ken Pepiton Feb 2020
The professesor explained

if you knew the math

it wouldbe crystal clearr

the wave function squared, which gives you the ability

to find
your
self, greek word logos, self, seek that first.

Rule that as well as you may imagine,

own your self,
know thyself, samesym, seems right

to thine own self, be true

let it be, come and see, we did win the peace.

defining the undefined terms we use idly, like

quantum mechanics, observer authority

idea translation into words
left filled with the meaning held

when the heaviest thinkers in all time, used them. Right?

Many worlds or many mansions, which is more dificult to
comprehend?

-- I say light is its own medium, that's the message.

curvature into a klien bottle shaped bubble, limited

by words powered to convey
the idea of absoulute nothing, outer darkness-like state of neveverbeen,

beyond, this inner edge,
this boundary of words, beyond here,

non sense, not chaos, mere wordless ever yet possible

more, life,
and that, more abundant. If one can put it into words.
Trrying to put this
Classy J Aug 2022
The innovation of a dictator,
Causes separation,
Which got many within the population,
unaware that they serving darth vader,
Because they put on a good presentation,
Motivating sheepish division’s,
Towards scapegoats and illusions,
Where history becomes science fiction,
Even democracies we forget the definition,
Because if there are rigged elections?
Or first past the poll systems,
And them politicians,
Are able to get away with tax evasion,
It can make one question the equation,
The creation of a democratic nation,
The starts wars and invasions,
On third world nations,
Which they claim is to fight terror,
When really all they care about are their oil reservations.
I guess it’s true what they say,
You can never satisfy a dragons layer.
In the land of free,
Except for those who actually live there.
But these simps are programmed not to care,
Get out the safety net, and let them become dependent on welfare.
Bounce the checks, put it on credit cards, gotta keep ‘em in debt.
Life ain’t fair,
Thrown in the deep end, even if ya can’t swim.
I swear reality is written by the brother grim.
So, much despair, yet becoming desensitized to all them fatalities.
It’s just the trimming off the fat, you either sink or swim.
What we need is comradery!
But all we have now is a bunch of division.
Because that’s what benefits these corrupt leaders & politicians.

They say ignorance is bliss,
Till one is hit with deaths kiss,
Because those in the golden palace,
Are really the terrorists,
They say ignorance is bliss,
Till it leads ya into crisis,
Honestly our government is more evil than Isis!

Let’s start with Ralph Klien,
A killer more ruthless than a shooter from columbine,
This little swine, flooded the inner city,
With hundreds of bodies from Alberta hospitals,
That were deemed as useless.
In other words those who suffer from mental health, as well as, welfare recipients,
Which lead to a crisis,
With increases in crime and suicide,
So, he gave everyone blood money, to make it up to us,
But that doesn’t let slide,
An act so treacherous.
Yet some idiots still think, he was as great as Jesus.
But unless you were white, rich,
oil workers or part of big business,
He was really Judas.
And if you don’t like these facts,
You can kiss my ***.
Now onto Castro jr, oops I meant Justin Trudeau.
Either way he is a ******* ***** himbo,
That claims he’s a feminist,
Yet gropes journalists,
He claims he’s a feminist,
Yet kicks two prominent women out of his party for being honest.
He claims he is for the Indigenous,
Yet only met 2 out of the five promises,
94 calls to action must’ve broken your answer machine,
Cause you still ain’t answering us!
It’s funny how a person who does black face,
Is the one trying to cancel us!
Where the ******* clean water Justin?
Maybe you prefer it to be poisonous.
Because you still haven’t reviewed or repealed historical legislation,
That still to this day discriminates against us.
And don’t even get me started on that pipeline,
That went right through us!
But as soon as we started blockades,
You sent the rcmp on us,
That was created by John A.Macdonald,
As a means to destroy us!
And what is this about supplying weapons to terrorists?
If you voted for him you should be embarrassed!
Oh, and I’m not done yet, with this idiot!
How about those trips paid for by the WE Charity?
I guess when it’s comes to conflicts of interests you’ve had plenty,
Hell you’ve even been sponsored by an illegal gambling ring.
Or how about violating,
The ethics commission by vacationing,
At Aga Khans private island like some king.
Ya ******* ****!
Stop pretending like your **** don’t stink!
We are over $100 billion in debt because of you,
As Canadians we are literally at the brink!
I guess that’s why they say…

Ignorance is bliss,
Till one is hit with deaths kiss,
Because those in the golden palace,
Are really the terrorists,
They say ignorance is bliss,
Till it leads ya into crisis,
Honestly our government is more evil than Isis!

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