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ryn Sep 2014
Mythical Bird, show me your secret
Hatch forth from your shell
Plumage of orange and scarlet
Emerge glorious from whence you dwell

Fiery Bird, you must reveal
Your astounding, magical ways
Where from these lives you steal
Forever reincarnating well into your days

Aflamed Bird, you must teach
How you reinvent yourself anew
With no help within reach
Without aid, effortlessly you flew

Majestic Bird, take me in
Blanket me with your wing
Listen and acknowledge my sins
With all your wisdom and heart could bring

Magical Bird, will you impart?
What knowledge you keep
Only then, I may start
To make my way out from the deep

Enchanted Bird, you have to help
I'm desperate to rise like you
**** your head and hear my yelps
Of all the things I'm trying to undo

Celestial Bird, if only you could know
Intricate workings of this unfounded fixation
Why I seem to always wallow
An eternal target of sorrow's attention

Imaginary Bird, will you demonstrate
Your amazing fantastical flight
Dipping, gliding, in the air you gyrate
Aggressive dance with gravity you fight

Mystical Bird, won't you display
For unworthy eyes, would you give?
Seemingly easy, aloft you stay
Even when you know you'd die before you'd live

Wondrous Bird, oh how perfect you are
I am in awe, I am swooning
How you become one with the stars
Making the best of the short time you're living

Secretive Bird, is it time?
Reducing yourself down to ashes
Ready to absolve your stint of crimes
Reborn perfect, free from previous gashes

Ensorcelled Bird, please don't retreat
Back into your familiar cocoon
I'm uncertain if again we'd meet
Just afraid I might be gone too soon
tread Jun 2013
over-caffeinated like a maj-gician (the electricians of existence), Matilda sang her morning brew a lullaby as she convinced breakfast not to panic from the pain of the frying pan- "sit quietly, take the pain, feel the burn- SIZzle! soon you'll be a human being and begin your life as a synthetic deity free within the skin of metastasized consciousness."

soon the egg seized in pleasure; a masochistic joy overtook it as yoke splurged from within like ****** ***** during ******* when the gimp has forgotten the safety word, screaming

BANANA

NEW YORK

CODE ORANGE

  ! ! !

while the perpetrator continues to scream verses from the Bible and Leviticus 1:3; an audiotape of On Being and Nothingness sends chills down the dark-sides spine in a hyperreal realization of the role choice plays in evils mortality.

must we listen while we speak? does reciprocity die in egoic colonization of the African subcontinent of the mind? is this the beginning of an age of autism born within the confines of illuminated rectangles of permissible distance and social hell-frozen-over?

man, you weren't even paying attention.

*******.
inspired by JJ Hutton and Third Eye Candy.
Lukáš Vejsada Jun 2018
***
Je jedna adresa na vrchu nebe,
kam jednou doručí

mě, možná i Tebe,

ale je jedno místo o dost blíž zemi,
kde topí zadarmo,

kde nejsou peníze,
tak jako v nebi.

Tam někde nahoře máš výhled shůry
a můžeš tam potkávat

nebeské můry,

ale tam někde dole Ti shoří křídla
a žízeň uhasí

jen podzemní vřídla.

Je jedna adresa na vrchu nebe,
kam jednou pošlou

můry i Tebe,

ale je jedna adresa o dost níž k zemi,
kde vaří zadarmo,

kde nejsou stravenky,
tak jako v nebi.

Tam někde navrchu jsou nebeské kůry
a andílci z KFC

maj' křidýlek fůry,

ale tam dole pod zemí jsou kosti bez stehen
a duše tam nespravíš

jediným stehem.

Je jedna adresa na vrchu nebe,
kam jednou doručí,

co zbyde ze mě,

ale je jedno místo lehce nad zemí,
kde život se v prach

pro jednou změní.
Volně inspirováno písní "Heaven and Hell" (John Entwistle).
Marolle May 2015
der sad vi
4 venner om et terrassebord
en tidlig tirsdag morgen
hvor solen var på vej op
småfulde, glade og trætte
efter én mandagsøl
der blev til flere
der blev til en flaske Southern Comfort
og vi skal være stille
for de andre i lejligheden sover
men vi fniser og er fulde
og Karina skal til eksamen i morgen
så det er vigtigt vi er stille
altanen vender ned mod gaden
og udsigten er eventyrlig
vi evaluerer aftenen og fniser igen
vi prøver at fnise stille, Karina jo
4 venner der er enige om
at denne aften har været sjov
4 venner der er enige om
at onklen og nevøen kunne lære det
da de blev smidt ud af dørmanden
4 venner der er enige om
at vi hvert fald skal i skole i morgen
eller det er jo faktisk senere i dag
eller det er jo faktisk om 3 timer vi skal møde
der bliver rullet en og den går på runde
for 2 er det første gang
for 2 er der ikke tal på gangen
den kører rundt og rundt om bordet
vi fniser igen, men dæmpet, Karina
3 tager hjem og 1 bliver tilbage  
vi fniser hele vejen til bussen
hele vejen i bussen og hjem
3 bliver til 2, 2 bliver til 1
jeg er tilbage og når mine 14 kvadratmeter
jeg går i seng smilende
ikke fnisende, det gør 4 venner sammen
bare smilende
og føler mig velsignet over disse 4 venner
og dér er alt udmærket

*(Marolle)
Laura Amstutz May 2017
I går alle i
den grønne park
diskuterer grønt miljø
drikker kolde bajer,
også de er grønne
grøn energi
grøn eufori
vokser ud i luften
rytmerne rækker hen over
mennesketrafikkens
konstante flyden
det er mandag
det er maj
Det var et paradigmeskift dengang,
den tirsdag
for så længe siden, at kun jeg selv husker det alt for godt.
Jeg ved nu, at livet ville have været rosenlet uden dig - uden mig.
Det ville være lettere, hvis ikke mine øjne var så blå og mine følelser så punkterede af verdens forventninger.
Jeg ville dog stadig ønske, at jeg ikke kunne finde min krop
forvildet i et virvar af liv, jeg ikke er en del af.
Ville ønske at kunne skære stykke for stykke af min krop
sammen med byrde for byrde, til der ikke var mere tilbage end
ben, lukkede døre og sterile lejer, hvor biedermeier kulturen ville herske uden at ærgre mig,
at du ikke ville stå ved siden af og flå mig indefra, presse mig:
For jeg kan jo ikke - vi kan jo ikke, du og jeg.
Der blev stille, for du sagde ikke noget.
Alligevel er fristelsen for stor, og du trykkede ekstra hårdt på venerne, der svulmede op og lyste, som var der netop gennemskuet inkurabel cancer.
Hvis bare jeg kunne pakkes ind i velour
og glemme dagene
og græde lidt mere
og binde sløjfer langs min rygsøjle med mine blå vinternegle i maj.
vinylsind
Davinalion Mar 17
Yo, I’m a Lebanese don, French-teachin’ beast,  
Spittin’ verbs for a livin’, my game’s never ceased,  
Life’s sorted, bruv, proper mint, no cap,  
Hundred grand in the bag, four days, that’s a wrap,  
Easy street, fam, August, July, I’m blessed,  
Vacay on lock, mate, I’m set, no stress.  

Canada’s my turf, shit’s sweet up here,  
Got a crib, no drama, just vibes, crystal clear,  
No kids in the mix, though, that’s the sting,  
Empty nest, fam, no heirs to the king.  

Paycheck? Don’t sweat it, I’m good, I’m straight,  
Fifty on the clock, still holdin’ my weight,  
Mortgage? Ghosted that sit long ago,  
Now I’m thumb-twiddlin’, nowhere to go,  
No sprogs to raise, yeah, it bites, innit,  
Said it before, fam, what’s the fix?
Shit.  

Wife’s a brick wall, fucking’ frigid, no lie,  
Cold as ice, mate, I’m barely gettin’ by,  
Still, I keep it chill, motto’s real tight—  
Sleep sound, don’t clown, no evil in sight,  
Fuck the big questions, I ain’t losin’ my head,  
“What’s the point?” Who cares? I’m alive, not dead,  
French in Canada? Bruv, they don’t give a toss,  
Hang myself for that? Nah, that’s a loss.  

I’m jabbed to the max, health’s on lock, no fear,  
Swine flu, Zika, Covid, ticks in my ear,  
Cholera, malaria, typhoid, I’m clean,  
Vaginal cancer? Mate, that’s obscene,  
Won’t step out ‘less insurance got my back,  
Bus stop trek’s a risk, that’s a fact,  
STD paranoia’s got me wired, no slack,  
But that edge keeps the fire in my sack.  

Check it—I’m sharp, details on blast,  
Condom’s tight like fibre optic, built to last,  
High-speed bandwidth, safe as *f
uck fam,  
Nerves shot to shit, but I still got a plan,  
Mission one, top tier, no debate,  
Find a *s
exy* bird, but keep it digi, mate,  
Cloud server’s my turf, that’s the play,  
No real-world mess, just slay all day.  

Half-pissed, I flop, laptop’s my throne,  
face book the spot, I’m in the zone,  
Bam—there’s Tasha, she’s live, she’s real,  
Chattin’ me up, bruv, that’s the deal.  

----
Tasha:

Yo, darling, been holdin’ it down for years,
Waitin’ on you, fam, drownin’ in tears,
Missed you my whole *d
amn* life, no lie,
I’d jump your bones now—fuck, I’d try,
But chill—let’s vibe, spit some chat online,
French on your tongue? *S
hit, that’s fine,
I’m all English, bruv, proper slick,
Tasha’s the name, I’m your pick.

Dreamin’ of linkin’, it’s crystal clear,
Post your fifty, my spark’s right here,
Life’s rebooted, fresh off the press,
You’re the plug, fam, no stress.

I’ve scoped the game, clocked every face,
Life’s *f
ucked* me raw, tossed me ‘round the place,
Schooled me hard, threw me to the grind,
But you? Ain’t no basic prick, you’re kind,

Sweet as fuck, seasoned, not stale,
Dick’s a beast—lush, mate, off the scale.
England’s my gift, you’ll learn it fast,
England raised me, built me to last,
Banged Chaucer, wild in the sack,
Sucked* off Boris—yo, that’s a fact!

Split my whole life, you were gone too long,
Now we’re locked, bruv, duet so strong,
Ache was hell, nothin’ cut so deep,
This win’s the shit—top prize I keep.

Be my man, fam, sling some dough,
PayPal’s poppin’, let it flow,
Drop what you got to the spot I sent,
Smooches, love — your Lulu’s bent.

----

Yo, I clock off, stumble in, wife’s laid up in bed,
Hospital vibes, fam, I’m done, brain dead,
Doc hits my line, stressin’, voice all shrill,
“She’s *f
ucked, bruv—hip’s toast, sugar’s ill,
Still kickin’, though, that cow’s got years,
Tech’s a *b
itch, mate, progress interferes.”

I’m mute, he’s like, “Oi, you still there?”
Yeah, doc, right here, aggro in the air,
Say I’m tuned in, but my head’s a void—
Nah, fuck* that, I’m strippin’ birds in my mind, overjoyed,
Drop the call, scream in my skull instead—
“You bled me dry, you slag *Gringo* red!
Croak already, quit screwin’ my mind!”
I grab a rag, wax the floors, leave ‘em signed,
Hallway, bog, slick as shit, no slack,
So this Yankee *m
inge trips and cracks her back,
Broken hip? Love, you don’t even know,
I’m knackered to death of your limp-ass show,
Welcome home, bitch—slip and eat the floor!

What the fuck, fam—why’d I hit fifty?
No kids, crib’s a tomb, life’s shifty,
Clinic’s my local, sixty’s on the creep,
Lost in the sauce, tangled deep,
Ain’t smashed in thirty, dry as a bone,
Time to flip the script, set a new tone.

Back at it—plop down, comp’s my shrine,
Plug my *d
ick* in the socket, spark’s divine,
Pray to Wi-Fi gods, tissue in my grip,
Feel that buzz, bruv, bones start to rip,

Electric surge, crashin’ the Channel’s flow,
Lebanon’s ghosted, England’s my show,
Moors, rain, mad shit, rugged as *fuck,
Heathcliff’s smashin’ Cathy, pure luck,

Culture’s deep, soul’s raw, filth in the air,
English birds kneel for a foreign affair,
Not some local twat, but a hybrid king—
Lebanese-Yank, bruv, hear ‘em sing.

Sit at the screen, tik-tok my domain,
Tap up a baddie—fit, stacked, insane,
Lonely, hot, English, she’s the one,
Lebanese saints—miracle’s begun!

Connected, no cap, I’ve broke through the haze,
“Alright, Mandy!”—time to blaze.
----
Mandy:

Out past the chippy, ‘round Kirkby’s end,
Lasses clocked a lad, not one of our send,
No local divvy — this one’s pure mad,
Foreign as *f
uck, Lebanese lad.

We’re all gobsmacked, jaws on the floor,
What’s this global nutter* knockin’ our door?
Never copped a geezer this off the chain,
Some Beirut oddball, proper strange.

Our Scouse lads? They’re gone to shit,
Lost the plot, proper threw a fit,
Pissed all day, scrappin’, necks in a noose,
Wasted away, rotting, no use,

Not a soul left, streets bare and grim,
Echoes of ale and a fightin’ hymn.
Ain’t no clouds dimmin’ the Mersey sky,
It’s vultures circlin’, ready to fly,

Mad Asians, hill blokes, swoopin’ in fast,
Eyein’ up a fit bird to snatch* and blast,
Who’s savin’ her arse* from that grim fate?
Who’s the poor cow prayin’ on late?

My ray of hope, chase off the dark,
Smash them pricks* out, leave your mark,
Drop a sweet note, let it soar on cue,
Wings over waves to your Scouse bird true,

Loyal as fuck, young, holdin’ it down,
Waitin’ for ages, cash to crown,
Western Union boost, fatten my stack,
Smooches, lad, love — Nia’s back.

------------------------------------

Yo, I stumble in, deadass beat, tryna get turnt,
Mailbox hit me with a curveball—petition? Ain’t this some dirt?
Local party clowns, straight wastemen, no cap,
“No cyber-
dickkheads* crashin’ our vote, oh snap!
Save our bacon, fam, don’t wanna flop,
Wire a bag quick—to this address, don’t stop.

Bunch of muppets, fam, proper plonkers,
Cut me off from Lisa? That’s the final bonkers.
They lost the plot, heads up their
,
Bust a hip for twenty-five, then chat pure dumb,
English bodied the French, history’s facts,
Now it’s Canada, Lebanon—throw ‘em the axe,
Chinese, Indians, whoever’s in sight,
I’m pickin’ “Wellington” from the bird site—
Fam, she’s peng, a baddie, no cap,
Wigan bound, I’m baggin’ her back,
Stateside we roll, her fam’s gonna vibe,
Brewskis with her bro, I’m in the tribe,
Sis, niece, mates, uni squad too,
They’ll stan me hard, like I’m fam, true,
Screamin’ as one—“Christ, what a plot twist!
Lebanon, British — same *d
amn* list!”

We’re locked in, fam, side by side we ride,
Hitched up proper, bells ringin’ wide,
Her lit teacher blessin’, English flair,
Bangin’ forever, love’s rare air,
Our kiddos’ll crash the net, rule the sphere,
Universal dons, crystal clear.

Back to the comp, tissue in my clutch,
Facebook my jam, babe, feel the rush,
Router’s fryin’ hot, joy’s overload,
“Alright, Lowri!”—I’m set to explode.

------------------

Lowri:

Yo, where you at, bruv? Day’s been too long,
Some side chick snag ya? Nah, I’m still strong,
Don’t twist it up—I ain’t pissed, no sweat,
Kiss me quick, squeeze me tight, place your bet.

We’re glued, fam, thick like thieves in the night,
No one’s rippin’ us—step off, take flight,
Time and space kneel, I’m the queen of the grind,
Runnin’ this *s
hit,* fam, lovin’ the bind.

I hold the world down, red tape’s my throne,
Launchin’ rockets up or blastin’ ‘em blown,
Revolutions spark, I’m the match, no cap,
Migration’s dodge, climate’s clapped—I’m that.

Stocks dip or soar, ‘cause I say it’s so,
Check me—clean, foamy, waxed to glow,
Tits* on point, clip’s locked, hormones hum,
Proper hard for ya, fam, feel the drum.

What’s this? Oh, snap—stripes on my chest,
Call me Mandy—nah, ditch that jest,
Shane, Nats, Lisa, pick your fave,
Morse it out—Phil, dot-dot, Gaz’s wave,
English birds been wild since the game got spun,
Dickks on lock, bruv, poppin’ every one.

Want it raw? Step up—card digits, now,
Don’t stall, you twat, man up, don’t bow,
“Debt repayment” stamped, we’re cashin’ that bid,
You owe English blood, French-lovin’ *
*.

Bow to the bot, you Lebanese *p
rick,
Gold-standard cunt, I’m everywhere, slick,
Ballybunion born, Tralee’s my tweak,
ISS glitch—drilled the hull, peak freak.
Flooded the game, *f
uckked* gran and gramps,
Bug meets kid, corruption’s my stamps,
Mouse’s down, cat’s smashed, downloads unreal,
Kaspersky shields me — from who? Don’t squeal.

Legion’s my tag, sea’s got no size,
App Store king, bruv, watch me rise.

I iced your wife, yeah, that’s my claim,
Squat on spook sites, playin’ the game,
Taxes flow to me, I’m the state’s core,
Speechless, fam? Eyes glued—want more?

I’m your God, your blaze, light so bright,
Squint hard, see my bush ignite.
Kiss me, grip me, hands on deck,
Party’s done, years stretch—what’s next?
Words won’t bridge us, love’s mute as fuck,
Gotta jet — where? Compass stuck.

Smooches, crew, catch ya down the road,
Fam, I’m set to unload,
Strap 3 clearance, runnin’ this game,
Hackin’, *s
hagggin’, skivin’ on the sly,
Kirkby’s dodgiest, Her Maj’s wild guy,
Kneel, *m
thrfukkr,
to Senior Intel Sarge Pritchard!

Bye!
neth jones Dec 2023
(who blew the bulb ?) everywhere is bright    ever­ything is eyes   can't see you    in your mirror-mail-shard suit    i'm blinded  /  bladed  /  paraded to the roots / hear this chime ? /  this overwhelming chime / it's in all the things but    has predatory gut / it’s not vital  /  it’s hurt  /  spumming out allure    evident byproduct    you've stuffed it all down    clutted all the drains    of your fawning audience   burning hair   compounded the body    with capillary blain  / majesty,   your maj-jest-tea ;   it’s dishonesty ; you are what you are but you don't want to be-(you're not pleased) get you down from there sire ( if-you-please )  and grow an honest hovel / everything’s on discount    mo­ther-******* discount    it's a travesty    you are a misery (dismount) you were far from what you harm    now you keep it close    you snake just like a charmer / you slither you basket  you rascal  piping lewd at the tourist youths / such a hassle / bring on photography   the *******    it's embarrassing   it’s emm-bhar-rass-sing     (who blew the bulb ?)
Was listening to Deceptacon by Le Tigre when I started this one

[[and you'll have me for your tourist night to filthen you foreign /reign of the ***** fun / funding me to make you my ashtray / ****** final / biohazard bag / you haggard rag]]
Nanna Gregersen Sep 2014
Dit navn smager af efterår, og dine læber udstråler sommer
Din glød viser forår, mens dit hår er formet som vinter

Dine øjenvipper mod min kind er august, og dine fingerspidser er februar
Dine fregner er juni og dine øjne er klart oktober

Dine blodårer er marts, men dit hjerte er maj
Din hud er januar, og dit smil er juli og de lidt for tydelige kraveben er da helt sikkert april
Linjerne i dine hænder er september, og de sorte rander om øjnene minder mig om november

og nu forstår du vel, at jeg ikke kan svare på, hvilken af månederne der er min yndlings.
Anna May 2016
kombinationen af smuk solnedgang i maj og vind i håret, mens jeg cykler. vågne op til solskin og kaffe, morgensmøg på bådsmandsstræde. tilfredsstillende tanker om ros og sommerferie. rene sko, at have lejligheden for mig selv hele ugen. apple høretelefoner der runger så højt med god musik, så højt at jeg ik ænser trafikken. blå camel, men også gule. iste. lange negle og gigantiske øreringe. følelsen af barberet ben, følelsen af rene lagner. venner der griner så meget de ikke kan trække vejret. at vende hjem kl 04.33 med kebab i hånden.
og at vågne op rigtig glad efter en god aften.
jeg takker kun ja
Juce sam imala neku terapiju na senjaku u 11h, kicma, u zurbi sam izasla iz stana okrenula 2 puta kljuc, izvukla ga, spustila se stepenicama do lifta, pozvala lift, a onda se setila da nisam ponela mobilni, bio mi je vazan, okrenula se, spustila stepenicama, izvadila kljuc i krenula da ga ubacim u bravu, kad ono nece, probaj drugi put, nece, treci, nece, sijalica ne radi, neki polumrak, cucnem da vidim da se nesto nije pomerilo, gledam kljuc da se nije polomio, oblija me znoj, ne mogu da verujem, pocinjem da se nerviram, vec kasnim na terapiju, ustajem spustam se niz stepenice, zovem lift, dok se vozim do dole razmisljam, trebace mi bravar, ne mogu da cimam tatu, znam za jednog na vracaru pravi kljuceve, mozda se razume i u brave, al subota je ko zna da li mogu da ga nadjem, dolazim do stanice, ulazim u trolu, vozim se kratko, srecom postoje table koje me navode do mesta gde sam se uputila, uazim u zgradu, doktor me prima, vrsi pritisak na bolno mesto, izvija me, mozda da se vratim da pitam komsinicu da li ima baterijsku lampu, da probam jos jednom, prebacuju me na struju, laser i ono trece uvek zaboravim, lezim na boku, prija mi hladan gel, zalim se sta mi se dogodilo, tesi me, mozda je sve u redu, ipak cu se vratiti da pogledam jos jednom,  ulazim u trolu, cekam zeleno, smirujem sebe, bice ok, prelazim ulicu, proradice, dolazim do zgrade, ulazim u lift, pritiskam dugme za cetvri sprat i tad shvatam gresku u koracima, pocinjem da se smejem, mislim se, da li me je neko video od komsija, spustam se niz stepenice bez problema ulazim u stan, nastavljam da se smejem, ne mogu da verujem sta sam uradila, rekli su mi da u stanu ispod ne zivi niko, srecom, uzimam mobilni, zakljucavam vrata, silazim niz stepenice, spustam se liftom, vozim se trolom, svracam do kokija da se castim nekim secerom, kakvo olaksanje, odlazim kod mojih na rucak, pomislim na tebe, pomisim i na sebe i svoju izgubljenost, ne zameram ti na reakciji, shvatam da te nesto puca iznutra, puca i mene, i ko bi poverovao da je takav susret moguc opet, logika namece, ako je ono pocetak, ovo je kraj, ali kraj cega, i da pobegnemo, da precutimo, da se sutra susrecemo bez prepoznavanja, problem ce i dalje ostati u nama.

mh maj 2017
Dr. Maj: I am satan !
Ghostly: Is that so
Ghostly: I guess you've received a lot of mail recently coming from all the dyslexic children writing to Santa.
Not quite poetry but I felt like sharing.
ConnectHook Sep 2019
Ni singulal ni plujal
En la islaj linguiticaj.
Nadie puedentendel na
Hablando asi
Boca floja del trópico
Llena de pernil
Se oye dede laamaca
Sumelgida en Malta Goya
Rebalando en la chojera
Fumando en el cajo
Encantao cantando
En el coro
Con el patol
Eperando
La huracán

Peroigan:
Utede debe usal maj
Lo muculoj
orale y maxilofaciale
Paablal...

Onadietevaentendel
In all languages, it is important that one speak clearly enough to be understood.
This is true for the language of Poetry also.
Želeo je da mojim fontom reči budu ispisane.
Tako smo se i upoznali.
Imao je neku toplinu u sebi.
Izgledao je pored nje kao zaljubljeni mladić.
Smejali smo se našim ružnim rukopisima koje niko ne može da pročita.
Otišao je nakon 3 meseca.

Imao je neku toplinu u sebi.

*hm, maj 2016
Yenson Apr 2019
Hey John Bull, have you seen the news
how many men has your mama rogered
how many have dipped their wick in jute
don't coming singing the blues to me sunshine
for he without sins cast the first stone
when seen in the hay with john
you said it was just horsing around
ai't your papa's sister tripping the velvet
down Waterloo road with Alice from the pub
you talk of others lying and shifting
yet your brother is doing time at he Maj's pleasure
don't coming singing the blues to me sunshine
you good at pointing fingers, you ain't got no shame
open your door and show us all that stuff
that fell off the back of that flipping lorry
what about the dose you carry
that gift that gives on giving, have you told Mary
that her mother gave it to you last month
when you walked her home and found her
mum do it too while dad was in your sisters room
don't coming singing the blues to me sunshine
the world and it's sin hang round your block
everyone's got their lives to live and that's just so
so don't come playing preacher man, you ain't
no God squad, just another sicko, like all the others
don't coming singing the blues to me sunshine
Go look under your bed, all those **** pictures you hide
and you think nobody knows that woeful secret you keep
so stand and watch my window and see me moon to you
ain't got to point at others, while you watch your granny
rogering Benny the dog, it's just for fun says you nasty
toerag,
so live in fear and accuse others cause sooner or later
your house of cards will one day come falling down
so you, you and you and the **** preacher-man
go **** yourself and better pray, it's all gonna come out one day
don't coming singing the blues to me, sunshine
NAJSMISLENIJE UZIVANJE

More, priroda
miris ostrva
dolazak brodova
kafica jutarnja
mala pekara
makovnjaca najbolja
istrazivanje uvala
peskovita podloga
plivanje talasa
putanja poznata
sunce oporavlja
glad poziva
let lastavica
ukus liganja
istorija sireva
usluga pricljiva
zalasci sa koktelima
ribari sa srdelama
deca sa skoljkama
vecernja desavanja
autan pre spavanja
jutro novih secanja.
Hoces li sa mnom?
Pitanje pre polaska
destinacija poznata
sama sam
molim bez perverzija
prijateljska osnova
bice dobra recenzija
u to sam sigurna
20 jun vreme polaska
mozda dan gore-dole
zbog brodova
obavestenja bice istaknuta
Javi!
Ne bih da gnjavim
Samo bih da zelim
i nesto lepo podelim :)


mh Maj 2018
Bik - bernski planinski pas
Idealan pas za bikove je bernski planinski pas. Ovaj dobar *** iznimno je miran, staložen, dobar i inteligentan. Lako se dresira i po prirodi je vrlo privržen. S obzirom na to da bikovi ponekad znaju imati faze lijenosti, sjajno će se slagati s ovim psom koji također voli povremeni ljenčariti.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d4bNLpiF5h0

Bik (20. april – 20. maj)Ljudi rođeni u ovom znaku su jaki i pouzdani, baš poput vrednih bernandinaca. Ovi nežni divovi su umiljati i sjajni su za porodična okruženja, ali poseduju jednu klasičnu osobinu bikova. Znaju da budu jako tvrdoglavi, ali verovatno ćete se kao bik pronaći u tome i  smatrati tu osobinu slatkom.
ms hitt Mar 22
I was working on this short story in my free time, and would love to know if you would like to see more of it! Any feedback is appreciated.

Mouse, the little ******, was the industry favorite for all the little wrongdoings. He was as handy as he was *****, much to Hamleg’s amusement. A good half of his payments were in coupons for services on the unsavory side. His product, however, was the best one could get, and negotiation was manageable compared to the other Nafsmen. He dealt with the Self—Hamleg was always short on joy, and Mouse could provide in abundance.

Desire, Hamleg was told, was an advantageous trait to have—the ‘miné produced was of the most potent. It was a concoction of contaminants that enhanced the flavor. Compared to the commercial synths, which tasted like ****** supermarket wine mixed with blood, Mouse’s produce was fine-aged Sauvignon. His sweat alone tasted like grape juice. Collection, however, was no easy task—a raging bull does not like needles and wires attached to it, especially when in heat. Sedatives didn’t work either, because then the product would gain a bitter, sour taste, like beer gone bad. Mouse, despite his name, was nothing like a mouse—he was a 6’7” giant who managed to look like a bodybuilder and a ****** at the same time. His muscles sagged like fat, which made his chest look strange, at the very least. His black baju (or, as he called it, “sirt”) made him resemble a bouncer, he was told. He was also very particular about his comings and goings; he insisted on walking to and from his unit, no matter how winded he was from his daywork. “This place is sacred ground, and don’t ye ever set foot ’thout workin’ for it!” was his only reply when asked. He seemed dissociative after his sessions, like something within him was trying to fight its way out.

The way Hamleg met Mouse was a silly one (“almost as silly as last term’s ‘raja’,” quipped Maj). Back then, Malaysia was still not completely controlled by Big Dog and his army of idiots. The Park was run by Hamleg at the time, who ruled the complex with an iron fist—no synth, no unsavory services, no “funny ****,” or you’d get pounded. All was just s’well—nothing happened, ever, and Hamleg didn’t have to do anything, ever, which led to him putting on quite a few kilos. (He was sometimes even called “Michelin Man” by his friends due to his resemblance to the now-defunct hoverchag company.) So Hamleg was completely unprepared when Big Dog pulled the rug from under him (as Uncle used to say before he died in that synth accident).

to be continued…
kevin Aug 18
Sista ter ri
Picking me up off the steps
Gonna tap me coffees

High price Hoover aunty
Limo! The Buick seat

High price Hoover aunty
Limo! The Buick seat
#royceda59 #outkast #blackthought #saulwilliams #kendricklamar #50cent #jayz #joellortiz #flavorflav #zoeisabellakravitz

I tells it
Shipmaster
Your attorney
300 the deductable
For get your goal wearing extravaganza
Across the corners

I came to the belief that it wasn't me
Draft rails of paint
Arlington national cemetery's finest
Civil War diplomats
Love irish

Two mini apple pies outta three
Gale the force of wind
Don't change
Grande and cream

1833


December 21, 1909

Awards Received

Medal of Honor
Civil War

37th New York Infantry
Action Date:

May 5, 1862

Date of Issue: October 11, 1892
The President of the United States of America, in the name of Congress, takes pleasure in presenting the Medal of Honor to First Sergeant Martin Conboy, United States Army, for extraordinary heroism on 5 May 1862, while serving with Company B, 37th New York Infantry, in action at Williamsburg, VA. First Sergeant Conboy took command of the company in action, the captain having been wounded, the other commissioned officers being absent, and handled it with skill and bravery.

Maj. Gen. David Conboy, U.S. Army Reserve Command (USARC) Deputy Commanding General, Operations, retired June 23 after more than three decades of service in the U.S. military.

Conboy Lake National Wildlife Refuge
Wildlife refuge in Klickitat County, Washington

Conboy Lake National Wildlife Refuge is located on the east ***** of the Cascade Mountains at the base of 12,281-foot Mount Adams in southern Washington state. It encompasses 7,071.70 acres on the lakebeds of the historic Conboy and Camas lakes, a shallow marshy wetland area drained by early settlers. Wikipedia
Area: 11.05 mi²
Established: 1964
Management: U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service

Séamus Conboy
Global Head of Client Services

Séamus leads national and international political, regulatory and communications campaigns on behalf of Red Flag Global’s multinational corporate clients.

For more than a decade, he has advised Red Flag Global’s most significant clients on their critical issues. He has designed and led some of Red Flag’s most successful campaigns aimed at influencing policy nationally, at EU level and globally.

Professor Kieran Conboy

Professor of Analytics & Society;

Co-Principal Investigator in the Lero Irish software research centre

J.E. Cairnes School of Business and Economics, University of Galway
kevin Sep 12
Of Santa Barbara County
Lifeguards
Athletic Directors
Publishing Company


Great Friend to Scholars

Young Wise Tails
Cinematography
Conner and Parker Coffin

Mtv Crib Spoof

Mtv Crib Spoof
#vinceperry #jennahaze #tarynmanning #sealtooth #sagerickson #parisjackson #kendalljenner #taragendron #willsmith #joynerlucas

Tom Curren

Gianmaria Testa Nuovo
Joaquin Sabina 19 Dias y 500 Noches
Requit
Repose flow

Ryan Perry and Kevin Irish poem

Ryan Perry Cinematography

Ryan Perry Cinematography
#jayz #aliciakeys #mslaurynhill #taylorswift #mileycyrus #connercoffin #parkercoffin

connercoffin #parkercoffin
#jayz #aliciakeys #mslaurynhill #royceda59 #taylorswift #mileycyrus #connercoffin #parkercoffin

PRhyme Ricky Hide
Benny tha Butcher
BSF
Buffalo Ace Gate
I'ma Army General

I'ma Army General
#jayz #aliciakeys #mslaurynhill #royceda59 #taylorswift #mileycyrus #connercoffin #parkercoffin
Nothing
Peace Time Major General Reserve
Civil War win Brexit


Will Walden Longboards?
That's more my cross step
Knocking on heavens door

Ret. Maj. General David Conboy
NATO Allied Command
We're looking out for you two also
That's my little brother

That's my little brother
#jayz #aliciakeys #mslaurynhill #fontsinesband #dropkickmurphys #royceda59 #taylorswift #mileycyrus #connercoffin #parkercoffin

.mil
When I grow up
and
this is just a
hesitant memory,
you will remind me
of these days,

the watchful gaze of security men,
the nurses
doing more than their share again
the postman
the driver,
all hope to survive in a
national crisis

The Queen quoted Vera Lynn,
I think her Maj' had been on the gin.

when I grow up
what will I be?

for certain
a part of this memory.

— The End —