"llc" poems
Insecurities
I rest
Comfortably
In my Gods blessings
I see
You may not agree
Still
You stay talkin' bout me?
Ain't it a sight to see
A woman who lacks the insecurities
You slap upon your ***
Like graffiti tags to concrete
My freedom is fortified
Leaving you mortified
By the comparisons
But then again
I won't condescend
I won't react and attack
With the same ******** you extend
Instead may I recommend
Some knowledge
From one sista to another:
Much can be achieved
When you let go of the beliefs
Imposed by those
Who know
No other way
To be
(c) 2010. Composed by Soulfull. Soulful Synergy, LLC.
Apr 14, 2013
Apr 14, 2013 at 1:14 PM UTC
Tell her I'll be waiting in the usual place
With the tired and weary and there's no escape
To need a woman you've got to know
How the strong get weak and the rich get poor
Slave to love
Oho
Slave to love
You're running with me
Don't touch the ground
We're the restless hearted
Not the chained and bound
The sky is burning
A sea of flame
Though your world is changing
I will be the same
Slave to love
Oho
Slave to love
Slave to love (Nananana)
Oho (Nananana)
Slave to love
I can't escape
I'm a slave to love
The storm is breaking or so it seems
We're too young to reason, too grown up to dream
Now spring is turning your face to mine
I can hear your laughter, I can see your smile
Slave to love (Nananana)
Oho (Nananana)
Slave to love
I can't escape
I'm a slave to love
Slave to love (Nananana)
Oho (Nananana)
Slave to love
I can't escape
I'm a slave to love
Slave to love
I can't escape
I'm a slave to love
Slave to love
I can't escape
I'm a slave to love
Slave to love
I can't escape
I'm a slave to love
Written by Bryan Ferry • Copyright © BMG Rights Management US, LLC
Nov 16, 2016
Nov 16, 2016 at 8:01 PM UTC
you're the boxspring billionaire of feel-good
saving up your love for a rainy year,
scrounging and saving every fleeting smile and shallow kiss and
miserly, hunched over with the weight of your own suffering and despair,
each scrapped-together pile of crumpled-from-your-pockets shreds of I.O.U.s and featherlight touches.
too afraid to leap and risk, you'll never grow or invest your affections into the stocks of Lisa and George LLC, or Francis and Kelly Inc.
so your love is bound to crumble into fragile dust, the fruits of your labours withering into mouldy piles of seed, stem, and flesh.
the could-have-been and might-have-grown dying, before even living to flourish and erupt into glorious blooms of the strikingly ethereal and otherworldy.
but not for you, not ever for you.
you're the boxspring billionaire of feel-good
and you'll burn before planting your love.
Jul 3, 2015
Jul 3, 2015 at 12:34 PM UTC
On the banks
of the
Delaware
where
memories
of Valley
Forge's
dire winter
encampments
still linger
where sons
and daughters
of liberty
shook off
a mid-winter
rigor mortis
risking the
slow death
of complacency
to seize
the prized
celestial
article of
freedom
America's
Labor
Movement
amassed
in the
streets of
Trenton
a vigilant
battalion of
General
Washington's
invading
brigands
speaking
in tongues
of radical
insistence
armed with
the might
of truth
demanding
respect and
equitable
treatment
from the
lordships
of state
doing the
bidding of
527 llc's
Unionists
stand
firmly
on the
shoulders,
walking
in the
tracks
rowing
the boats
of militant
forebears
pledging to
fight on
in a battle
that never ends
to
liberate
the
******
river
of justice
hijacked
by the
privilege
of plenty
diverted
into
culverts
of greed
a
gluttonous
few
siphoning
off
the spoils
of liberty
engorging
themselves
leaving
workers
wanting
democracies
require
the cup
of liberty
to be
shared by
all
The Spirit
of
General
Washington
has
mustered
new
legions
to turn
back the
entitlistas
the
pelting
rain of
lies, the
flinging
arrows of
ridicule
will not
deter
the workers
trooping
for
justice
the
fight
to roll
back
the ugly
tide of
greed
coursing
through
the veins
of America
despoiling
the blood
of our
democracy
is on
the
explosive
dynamite
of struggle
will blast
the dam
of inequity
to bits
unleashing
the river
of justice
to roll
again
Music Selection:
Pete Seeger:
Solidarity Forever
Trenton
2/25/11
jbm
Apr 12, 2013
Apr 12, 2013 at 8:08 PM UTC
There was a bang at the door, but it wasn't the pizza.
Marcus revealed himself to a man standing a head taller, who was buttoned up in a well fitted suit.
"Mr. Williams?" the man asked.
Marcus shook his hand.
"Marcus. How can I help you?"
The man introduced himself as Daniel *** a representative for Eris Save States, LLC.
"Wow." Marcus stared down at this kitchen table.
Daniel gathered his papers, and bowed his head.
"I want to make it absolutely clear," Daniel said,
"You're under no obligation, whatsoever,
to take any action with this information.
I understand this may be overwhelming news."
Only muddy images came to Marcus's mind. Her light brown hair. Her green eyes. Her umber skin. Out of touch, out of reach. Running from mom, running from school. A ghost, ghosted him, and that was that.
Aug 17, 2019
Aug 17, 2019 at 12:39 PM UTC
Maria Messier, a registered nurse turned entrepreneur based in Clifton Park, said she has “created a solution to a “growing” problem.”
Though she has been a nurse for 15 years, Messier said she has always had “an entrepreneurial mind.” After having four children and experiencing the discomforts of pregnancy during harsh northeastern winters, Messier decided to come up with her own solution to a problem pregnant women have been dealing with for ages — how to make your winter coat fit as you grow through your pregnancy, without buying a huge coat you won’t ever wear again.
She realizes maternity coats are nice, but noted not everyone can afford to buy a new coat for their pregnancy. “They are expensive and are used for such a short time,” she said.
She calls it the Extendher and it can be used during pregnancies and after for holding your baby hands-free. It is an extending panel which clips onto outerwear with a zipper. According to their website, the product has adjustable pull toggles to ensure a great fit throughout each stage of pregnancy.
Having experienced the frustrations of coats that refused to zip first-hand, Messier began to wonder why something like the Extendher did not already exist. She shared the idea with her aunt, Joanne Frank of Schenectady, at a family gathering. Frank, who worked as a fashion designer for 40 years, told her niece, “You are on to something,” and agreed to create the first prototype.
“After many tweaks and changes, our final extendher was born,” said Messier.
She said the best part is that you can still use the product after having a baby by using it as a baby carrier. The Extendher is not only for expectant mothers, but can also be worn by fathers, grandparents and babysitters. Messier said “Babywearing is huge right now, so customers really love this option.” The Extendher comes in a variety of colors. Heavyweight and lightweight options are available for different seasons.
The business, Extendher LLC, became official in 2015. Messier said their product has been featured on Elaine Houston’s “Today’s Women” on News Channel 13, WNYT.
“Most importantly,” said Messier, “we are 100 percent made in the USA, manufactured in upstate NY.” The Extendhers are being manufactured in Little Falls, New York.Read more at:www.marieaustralia.com/short-formal-dresses | www.marieaustralia.com/formal-dresses-sydney
Mar 4, 2016
Mar 4, 2016 at 2:16 AM UTC
"When music fades, worlds live not long."
O'Bryan, Zacharias . Seven Poems and Songs from Spirit Thorn VeraVoz LLC. Kindle Edition.
Music suspended...
ether vibrates
melancholy lilting echo
notes strung together as beads on necklace
Beads..
fall
slowly
from
sky to earth
Notes into raindrops
songs into dew
fall on the grass and rose petals
Look closely
look again
yes, again
in that single fluid crystal drop
hidden mysteries and revelation
éclaircie - rendu plus clair
(clarified made clearer)
light through the prism
golden ray passing through the single crystal drop bursting into color
luminous fragments embedded as one filtered to reveal diversity
So we as humans are
one light
a thousand ray emanations particles
INFINITE LIGHT
born of the drifting,
falling to earth...
Ever changing yet part of the One
that is ALWAYS
the same
Oct 14, 2018
Oct 14, 2018 at 11:45 PM UTC
hello its me im so far down
and tucked inside-out
mind-folder mind controller
contracting LLC me like ***
bombin down ya system
***** dont give and never missed em
watching gore on the BBC
a war on poverty
see three stones turn into men
again again and again
i pump no twos for dudes
and think they knew
the game is mine
i print the manna juices
stings bruce why swings it
into my corner of where im from
this is my neighborhood
these are my neighbors
and if ya think im trippin ask my gun
cold steel fingers slither in ya brain stem
storming out ya left ya nuts
and as i pop em in my clips to cap ya tracks
i feel contemptuous lights are creepin on my ***
hate to clap cut this clapclap
shorten ya lifespan
like its just the way today
tactic-al attacker
meat-stone drifter.
Apr 12, 2017
Apr 12, 2017 at 5:10 PM UTC
When you were here before
Couldn't look you in the eye
You're just like an angel
Your skin makes me cry
You float like a feather
In a beautiful world
And I wish I was special
You're so fuckin' special
But I'm a creep, I'm a ******
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here.
I don't care if it hurts
I want to have control
I want a perfect body
I want a perfect soul
I want you to notice
When I'm not around
You're so fuckin' special
I wish I was special
But I'm a creep, I'm a ******
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here.
She's running out again,
She's running out
She's run run run run
Whatever makes you happy
Whatever you want
You're so fuckin' special
I wish I was special
But I'm a creep, I'm a ******
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here.
I don't belong here.
Songwriters: Mike Hazlewood / Albert Hammond / Colin Greenwood / Jonathan Greenwood / Edward O'brien / Philip Selway / Thomas Yorke
Creep lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc
Sep 6, 2018
Sep 6, 2018 at 10:26 PM UTC
Lawrence Hall
[email protected]
Dispatches for the Colonial Office
The Daily Mail’s New Profits Plan
Go away, Daily Mail. Go away, Daily Mail.
I’m not going to spend any money on you
I know that your clips are sweet
But my money clip is mine to keep
And my credit limit insists that I must be true
When you're demanding like this
You’re really easy to resist
Go away, Daily Mail
I won’t pay, Daily Mail
You’re just a clickbait away, Daily Mail
App delete, Daily Mail
I will not beg you to stay
Legal stuff about “Go Away, Little Girl,” a sweet, charming song:
Written by: Gerry Goffin, Carole King
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
Feb 27, 2025
Feb 27, 2025 at 9:30 AM UTC
NOT LOOKING BACK
I remember standing in a place so long my bones started hurting. After being there for more than a week, I started wondering why.
In the beginning I did it to prove a point, but in the end I became the point I was trying to prove. Yes, bad moments that happen in my life that I would never forget. I carried the pain with me for more than a whole week and suffered along the way.
What I must do now is to renew my strength and replenish my heart. And remember that we all have made mistakes and we must forgive; just as others have forgiven us.
Today I will take a step forward to loosen my bones and relax my muscles and put the past behind me.
Written by Kenneth Nesmith © 2009 Assorted Flavors For Life LLC All rights reserved
Nov 6, 2015
Nov 6, 2015 at 1:59 PM UTC
*There was a susurrus upstairs…
It was the softest ghosts that drove me.
They carried me into town
so I could visit
the Funeral Home Gift Shop.
I weren’t bereaved,
They just have my favorite cokes and
a surprisingly liberal return policy.
The gentleman behind the counter never ends our interactions with, “see you again soon.”
Always just, “Bye… for now.”
It was an awkward ride home.
The softest ghosts still haunt me.
Jun 28, 2024
Jun 28, 2024 at 2:17 PM UTC