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Dec 21, 2019
Dec 21, 2019 at 11:08 AM UTC
maxneumann
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MEMORIAL DAY May 26th, 2014 **************************************************** To all of you that have ever worn "The Uniform", the uniform of safety and security, the uniform of pride the uniform of freedom, the uniform of liberty THE UNIFORM OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA ********** THANK YOU Thank you to all, in every branch, in every time From: The American Revolution (most of us have roots to our founders) The Civil War (North or South) World War I World War II Korea Vietnam Cambodia Laos Panama Nicaragua The Falkland Islands Somalia Yugoslavia Bosnia Kuwait Iraq Afghanistan Pakistan The Persian Gulf ** areas and battlefields such as (not all locations are listed with no dis-respect) Lexington/Concord, Gettysburg, Pearl Harbor, Midway Island, Normandy, D-Day, Berlin, Tripoli, Iwo Jima, Okinawa, The 38th Parallel, The Bay of Tonkin, Me Lei, Hanoi, The Hanoi Hilton, Saigon, The ** Chi Minh Trail, Baghdad, Kabul, Ground Zero Manhattan, Pentagon 9/11, a field near Shanksville PA. and many many more, you are all heroes and role models, not for a nation, for the world, not for American Patriots, for all humanity, not only on this Memorial Day, for all days and all days to come. You are appreciated! because freedom has high costs and you pay the price for all of us. ****************************** Godspeed, safety and peace where ever you are. Sincerely, Warner C. Baxter Jr. American Patriot Scottsdale, AZ. U.S.A. God bless America
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May 25, 2014
May 25, 2014 at 12:44 PM UTC
warner-baxter
MAY 26TH 2014
MEMORIAL DAY May 26th, 2014 **************************************************** To all of you that have ever worn "The Uniform", the uniform of safety and security, the uniform of pride the uniform of freedom, the uniform of liberty THE UNIFORM OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA ********** THANK YOU Thank you to all, in every branch, in every time From: The American Revolution (most of us have roots to our founders) The Civil War (North or South) World War I World War II Korea Vietnam Cambodia Laos Panama Nicaragua The Falkland Islands Somalia Yugoslavia Bosnia Kuwait Iraq Afghanistan Pakistan The Persian Gulf ** areas and battlefields such as (not all locations are listed with no dis-respect) Lexington/Concord, Gettysburg, Pearl Harbor, Midway Island, Normandy, D-Day, Berlin, Tripoli, Iwo Jima, Okinawa, The 38th Parallel, The Bay of Tonkin, Me Lei, Hanoi, The Hanoi Hilton, Saigon, The ** Chi Minh Trail, Baghdad, Kabul, Ground Zero Manhattan, Pentagon 9/11, a field near Shanksville PA. and many many more, you are all heroes and role models, not for a nation, for the world, not for American Patriots, for all humanity, not only on this Memorial Day, for all days and all days to come. You are appreciated! because freedom has high costs and you pay the price for all of us. ****************************** Godspeed, safety and peace where ever you are. Sincerely, Warner C. Baxter Jr. American Patriot Scottsdale, AZ. U.S.A. God bless America
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Your father was raised in Panama. I can imagine him vividly... The floral silk shirt with velvety red cravat, tan leather loafers, waxed-to-perfection moustache, and a big cigar. It was the late sixties and he was beautiful. I've never seen a photo but I can tell by the way you talked about him. His joi de vivre oozed into your stories and I recognized it: the distilled essence of his elegance was passed to you, and you shared it with me. We met by our mutual attraction for showing off... I wanted to be treated like a delicate porcelain treasure - you wanted a plastic toy with the price tag of an heirloom. Twenty five years my senior and you still hadn't learned your lesson about girls like me... I may have broken your heart, but you should've known a tryst between the free-spirited edge of seventeen and a businessman with dreams of Panama would burn out in the end, just like your father's cigar.
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Jun 9, 2016
Jun 9, 2016 at 8:50 PM UTC
Honeyblood
Panama Dreams
Your father was raised in Panama. I can imagine him vividly... The floral silk shirt with velvety red cravat, tan leather loafers, waxed-to-perfection moustache, and a big cigar. It was the late sixties and he was beautiful. I've never seen a photo but I can tell by the way you talked about him. His joi de vivre oozed into your stories and I recognized it: the distilled essence of his elegance was passed to you, and you shared it with me. We met by our mutual attraction for showing off... I wanted to be treated like a delicate porcelain treasure - you wanted a plastic toy with the price tag of an heirloom. Twenty five years my senior and you still hadn't learned your lesson about girls like me... I may have broken your heart, but you should've known a tryst between the free-spirited edge of seventeen and a businessman with dreams of Panama would burn out in the end, just like your father's cigar.
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Sittin’ on the beach, in Cancun Suns overhead it, must be noon Don’t really know ain't been to sleep My souls on ice, I guess it’ll keep My Costa’s are filtering out the sun I seem to be suffering from too much fun Only one cure, I need another drink Maybe then my clouded brain can think Summer time in old Mexico Have a good time when we go Drinking and smoking and having fun Swimming and snorkeling, soaking up the sun Bikini clad waitress, strolls the line Cuba Libre please, don’t forget the lime Swaying cheeks, a pleasure to see Maybe later on, just her and me I can’t wait, slowly follow to the bar Panama hat and a Cuban Cigar Strolling along, while I watch her sway Can only imagine, if I had my way Summer time in old Mexico Have a good time when we go Drinking and smoking and having fun Swimming and snorkeling, soaking up the sun Puffing smoke, we arrive at the bar The bartender winks, I stuff a tip in her jar Hands me my drink, I squeeze the lime Having so much fun it’s bound to be a crime Mexican girls and ******* tourists Equal opportunity, hey! I’m no purist Seeing the sights, and doing well Summer beach, and I'm feeling swell Yeah, summer beach, im'a feelin' swell feelin' swell.... Aaaaaaarrrriiiiibaaaaa
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Sep 17, 2016
Sep 17, 2016 at 10:52 PM UTC
jed-johnson
Panama Hat and a Cuban Cigar
Sittin’ on the beach, in Cancun Suns overhead it, must be noon Don’t really know ain't been to sleep My souls on ice, I guess it’ll keep My Costa’s are filtering out the sun I seem to be suffering from too much fun Only one cure, I need another drink Maybe then my clouded brain can think Summer time in old Mexico Have a good time when we go Drinking and smoking and having fun Swimming and snorkeling, soaking up the sun Bikini clad waitress, strolls the line Cuba Libre please, don’t forget the lime Swaying cheeks, a pleasure to see Maybe later on, just her and me I can’t wait, slowly follow to the bar Panama hat and a Cuban Cigar Strolling along, while I watch her sway Can only imagine, if I had my way Summer time in old Mexico Have a good time when we go Drinking and smoking and having fun Swimming and snorkeling, soaking up the sun Puffing smoke, we arrive at the bar The bartender winks, I stuff a tip in her jar Hands me my drink, I squeeze the lime Having so much fun it’s bound to be a crime Mexican girls and ******* tourists Equal opportunity, hey! I’m no purist Seeing the sights, and doing well Summer beach, and I'm feeling swell Yeah, summer beach, im'a feelin' swell feelin' swell.... Aaaaaaarrrriiiiibaaaaa
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A lot of people come here just to survive I'm **** lucky but I'm not better than anyone It's such a beautiful world It's such a fallen world I have this dream that I want to build a home for a lot of people and myself too I try to be happy and strong but I cover up so much fear that I don't know who I am so I'm really dangerous. France, Korea, Panama, Kenya, Greece it may sound nice and international but it's hard to feel accepted when things change so much I think family is really important especially siblings. Life is not a lie Life is not a fantasy Life is enough to pain you Life is so close to death Guard your entry points You influence them, they influence you You could bring voice to a community Whether you fail or not, you try The way you think needs to be heard. We make a fuss about the dying but what can we do for the dying? Be a neighbor Be a friend We can be easily broken. I have enough skeletons in my closet. In spite of the inequalities all of us are spiritual beings and the one thing that is equal is the value of everyone's soul Jesus is very straight: You want to come with me?  Come
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Mar 4, 2013
Mar 4, 2013 at 9:03 PM UTC
masikanicrocodile
Boarding School Roommate
A lot of people come here just to survive I'm **** lucky but I'm not better than anyone It's such a beautiful world It's such a fallen world I have this dream that I want to build a home for a lot of people and myself too I try to be happy and strong but I cover up so much fear that I don't know who I am so I'm really dangerous. France, Korea, Panama, Kenya, Greece it may sound nice and international but it's hard to feel accepted when things change so much I think family is really important especially siblings. Life is not a lie Life is not a fantasy Life is enough to pain you Life is so close to death Guard your entry points You influence them, they influence you You could bring voice to a community Whether you fail or not, you try The way you think needs to be heard. We make a fuss about the dying but what can we do for the dying? Be a neighbor Be a friend We can be easily broken. I have enough skeletons in my closet. In spite of the inequalities all of us are spiritual beings and the one thing that is equal is the value of everyone's soul Jesus is very straight: You want to come with me?  Come
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Panama city is Where I saw you In a surf shop Working your hour Me an my grandpa walked in Looking for directions For the restroom.... Out of all the girls in the shop He walks up to you Your amazing beautiful light blues eyes Are what caught me With your amazing blonde hair I thought (Wow) Then my grandpa asked Where's the bathroom? You answered with by Five guys When you spoke I felt The universe grab me Your voice took me on a Psychedelic trip Your voice the music in my Trip I will never forget that German Accent 6-26-15
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Jun 26, 2015
Jun 26, 2015 at 2:35 AM UTC
tree-man
German Accent
Panama city is Where I saw you In a surf shop Working your hour Me an my grandpa walked in Looking for directions For the restroom.... Out of all the girls in the shop He walks up to you Your amazing beautiful light blues eyes Are what caught me With your amazing blonde hair I thought (Wow) Then my grandpa asked Where's the bathroom? You answered with by Five guys When you spoke I felt The universe grab me Your voice took me on a Psychedelic trip Your voice the music in my Trip I will never forget that German Accent 6-26-15
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Flamingos aren't naturally pink But not for the reason most think They preen and they dye And they leave it to dry Before rinsing it off in the sink The magpies send me into fits The ducks have me losing my wits The crows are a blight And they crow all night But I do enjoy watching the **** Vanessa McRafferty-Fryer Set alight to the **** of her squire She took a few shots Of his privatest spots And then laughed as he ****** out the fire A penguin called Panama Pete Had no love of the snow on his feet So he stayed for a spell At the polar hotel With a pool and Jacuzzi en suite I met a quite curious swan By a lake I was boating upon It tickled my *** And insulted my mum With a flurry of wings, it was gone I know of a Gerald McFitz Who arouses himself when he sits For his favorite chair Is the shape of a pair Of voluptuous wobbly **** and one for that special someone... Your pancreas really is grand Tis a thoroughly marvelous gland You've a cute little spleen Though it's seldom seen And a nose growing out of your hand **
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Jun 23, 2013
Jun 23, 2013 at 12:31 PM UTC
ben-jones
Limericks Naughty & Nice
Flamingos aren't naturally pink But not for the reason most think They preen and they dye And they leave it to dry Before rinsing it off in the sink The magpies send me into fits The ducks have me losing my wits The crows are a blight And they crow all night But I do enjoy watching the **** Vanessa McRafferty-Fryer Set alight to the **** of her squire She took a few shots Of his privatest spots And then laughed as he ****** out the fire A penguin called Panama Pete Had no love of the snow on his feet So he stayed for a spell At the polar hotel With a pool and Jacuzzi en suite I met a quite curious swan By a lake I was boating upon It tickled my *** And insulted my mum With a flurry of wings, it was gone I know of a Gerald McFitz Who arouses himself when he sits For his favorite chair Is the shape of a pair Of voluptuous wobbly **** and one for that special someone... Your pancreas really is grand Tis a thoroughly marvelous gland You've a cute little spleen Though it's seldom seen And a nose growing out of your hand **
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MEMORIAL DAY June 1, 2015 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ To all of you that have ever worn "THE UNIFORM" The Uniform of safety and security, The Uniform of pride and liberty THE UNIFORM OF FREEDOM THE UNIFORM OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ THANK YOU Thank you to all, in every branch, in every time From: 1776 - 2015 The American Revolution The Civil War (North or South) World War I World War II Korea Vietnam Cambodia Laos Panama Nicaragua The Falkland Islands Somalia Yugoslavia Bosnia Kuwait Iraq Afghanistan Pakistan The Persian Gulf ~~ War Zones and Battlefields, such as: Lexington/Concord, Gettysburg, Pearl Harbor, Midway Island, Normandy, D-Day, Berlin, Tripoli, Iwo Jima, Okinawa, The 38th Parallel, The Bay of Tonkin, Me Lei, Hanoi, The Hanoi Hilton, Saigon, The ** Chi Minh Trail, Baghdad, Kabul, Ground Zero Manhattan, Pentagon 9/11, a field near Shanksville PA. and many many more, (not all locations are listed with no dis-respect) You are all Heroes and Role Models, not for a Nation, for A Peaceful Planet not for Americans, for all Humanity, not only today this Memorial Day, for all days and all days to come. You are appreciated! because freedom has high costs and you pay the price for all of us. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Godspeed, safety and peace where ever you are. Sincerely, Warner C. Baxter Jr. American Patriot Scottsdale, AZ. U.S.A. GOD BLESS AMERICA Semper Vigilo
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Jun 1, 2015
Jun 1, 2015 at 2:26 AM UTC
warner-baxter
MEMORIAL DAY
MEMORIAL DAY June 1, 2015 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ To all of you that have ever worn "THE UNIFORM" The Uniform of safety and security, The Uniform of pride and liberty THE UNIFORM OF FREEDOM THE UNIFORM OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ THANK YOU Thank you to all, in every branch, in every time From: 1776 - 2015 The American Revolution The Civil War (North or South) World War I World War II Korea Vietnam Cambodia Laos Panama Nicaragua The Falkland Islands Somalia Yugoslavia Bosnia Kuwait Iraq Afghanistan Pakistan The Persian Gulf ~~ War Zones and Battlefields, such as: Lexington/Concord, Gettysburg, Pearl Harbor, Midway Island, Normandy, D-Day, Berlin, Tripoli, Iwo Jima, Okinawa, The 38th Parallel, The Bay of Tonkin, Me Lei, Hanoi, The Hanoi Hilton, Saigon, The ** Chi Minh Trail, Baghdad, Kabul, Ground Zero Manhattan, Pentagon 9/11, a field near Shanksville PA. and many many more, (not all locations are listed with no dis-respect) You are all Heroes and Role Models, not for a Nation, for A Peaceful Planet not for Americans, for all Humanity, not only today this Memorial Day, for all days and all days to come. You are appreciated! because freedom has high costs and you pay the price for all of us. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Godspeed, safety and peace where ever you are. Sincerely, Warner C. Baxter Jr. American Patriot Scottsdale, AZ. U.S.A. GOD BLESS AMERICA Semper Vigilo
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They are silent and beautiful, gorgeous in in the white halo, cemented in a beautiful terrazzo, baring the names of fallen soldiers, the European soldiers that fell in Wars; second and first and the heinous silent wars, i hope this is why they have a proverb; white sepulchre, only baring the white dead, only chiefs but no dead Indian. Common wealth graveyards are all over in Africa, in India , panama , Latin America and europe, the active fronts in which the allies fought ****** they are beautifully placed in silently posh areas, in langata when in Nairobi, in Mbaraki when in Mombasa, in Matisi when in Kenya, In Namusungui when in Lodwar, They bear horizontal silence with white names engraved on their beautiful face shouting the glory of European empires, which provoked the evil sense in the heart of the king's horseman in Kenya, in the city of Nairobi, to steal the graveyard lands, he made them his urban home with an uppish courtyard, for him the dead white neighbours are better than in-corruption. I walk around the commonwealth graveyards, in the all quarters of erstwhile British empire, looking for the names of African soldiers , who died in thousands fighting for the queen the royal bloodied woman of England;Elizabeth, Looking for the sons of Ethiopia who stood with the second duce Benito son of Mussolini, fighting for Hitler,for Shintos in the European war, i have seen no name of any African, I have not seen Wandabwa wa masibo, who was conscripted into the first world war, Along with his father Biket wa Khayongo, Biket back after seven years in 1918, carrying Wandabwa's Belt, Wandabwa died in the field, Where was he buried, he is nowhere Not anywhere among the soldiers in cemeteries, I have not seen Nasong'o wa Khayongo, who was conscripted in 1940, to fight against ****** he was conscripted on his nuptial evening, even before he had had the first *** with his new wife, he went away crying, he never came back, his name is nowhere in the graves the commonwealth graves that bare names of the fallen, Fallen soldiers, but they all bare white names in the black world. you come to Africa, Kenya, Nigeria, Malagasy,Egypt, whatever the geographies of Africa, and you keep keen, you hear someone is called Mr. Keya, or Madam Keya, or you come to Bungoma county of Kenya, you meet a man that is of the circumcision age group, Known as Bakikwameti Keya, Bakinyikewi Musolini, Keya is subverted sound for Kings african rivals; KAR the African sound for KAR is Keya, in reference to mass conscription of Africans into the KAR, to fight ****** A child born during that time is Keya, A man circumcised during the time is in the age group of Keya, A simple lesson in regard to our people, taken away to fight the colonial power and left to died and rot away in the bush with a simple courtesy for ceremonial burial, that come along with the death of soldiers, who passed away in the battle field.
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Sep 1, 2014
Sep 1, 2014 at 4:13 AM UTC
alexander-k-opicho
Commonwealth War Graveyards
They are silent and beautiful, gorgeous in in the white halo, cemented in a beautiful terrazzo, baring the names of fallen soldiers, the European soldiers that fell in Wars; second and first and the heinous silent wars, i hope this is why they have a proverb; white sepulchre, only baring the white dead, only chiefs but no dead Indian. Common wealth graveyards are all over in Africa, in India , panama , Latin America and europe, the active fronts in which the allies fought ****** they are beautifully placed in silently posh areas, in langata when in Nairobi, in Mbaraki when in Mombasa, in Matisi when in Kenya, In Namusungui when in Lodwar, They bear horizontal silence with white names engraved on their beautiful face shouting the glory of European empires, which provoked the evil sense in the heart of the king's horseman in Kenya, in the city of Nairobi, to steal the graveyard lands, he made them his urban home with an uppish courtyard, for him the dead white neighbours are better than in-corruption. I walk around the commonwealth graveyards, in the all quarters of erstwhile British empire, looking for the names of African soldiers , who died in thousands fighting for the queen the royal bloodied woman of England;Elizabeth, Looking for the sons of Ethiopia who stood with the second duce Benito son of Mussolini, fighting for Hitler,for Shintos in the European war, i have seen no name of any African, I have not seen Wandabwa wa masibo, who was conscripted into the first world war, Along with his father Biket wa Khayongo, Biket back after seven years in 1918, carrying Wandabwa's Belt, Wandabwa died in the field, Where was he buried, he is nowhere Not anywhere among the soldiers in cemeteries, I have not seen Nasong'o wa Khayongo, who was conscripted in 1940, to fight against ****** he was conscripted on his nuptial evening, even before he had had the first *** with his new wife, he went away crying, he never came back, his name is nowhere in the graves the commonwealth graves that bare names of the fallen, Fallen soldiers, but they all bare white names in the black world. you come to Africa, Kenya, Nigeria, Malagasy,Egypt, whatever the geographies of Africa, and you keep keen, you hear someone is called Mr. Keya, or Madam Keya, or you come to Bungoma county of Kenya, you meet a man that is of the circumcision age group, Known as Bakikwameti Keya, Bakinyikewi Musolini, Keya is subverted sound for Kings african rivals; KAR the African sound for KAR is Keya, in reference to mass conscription of Africans into the KAR, to fight ****** A child born during that time is Keya, A man circumcised during the time is in the age group of Keya, A simple lesson in regard to our people, taken away to fight the colonial power and left to died and rot away in the bush with a simple courtesy for ceremonial burial, that come along with the death of soldiers, who passed away in the battle field.
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Road Trippin, with my click Excited as all hell Blaring Beats through Bama Salty ocean I can smell We reach the main strip Find the Days Inn First we eat our fill Now where’s my gin The beach is a constant party Sunup to sundown We have three rooms connected Hailing  from T Town Many more friends are here Joining our festivities We spent more money on ***** Then any other amenities Man after man begins to drop Who will last the night Incorporate  the puke and rally Get back in the fight The week has reached it’s close Ready to head home Yet once we leave I know to well I’ll  miss the sea’s white foam Well so long my dear Panama Another trip I will make For I had the time of my life On my first spring break
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Feb 27, 2013
Feb 27, 2013 at 7:55 PM UTC
SKFisher
Panama Palms
Road Trippin, with my click Excited as all hell Blaring Beats through Bama Salty ocean I can smell We reach the main strip Find the Days Inn First we eat our fill Now where’s my gin The beach is a constant party Sunup to sundown We have three rooms connected Hailing  from T Town Many more friends are here Joining our festivities We spent more money on ***** Then any other amenities Man after man begins to drop Who will last the night Incorporate  the puke and rally Get back in the fight The week has reached it’s close Ready to head home Yet once we leave I know to well I’ll  miss the sea’s white foam Well so long my dear Panama Another trip I will make For I had the time of my life On my first spring break
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In a creche,behind the mesh in Zanzibar or Bangladesh,kids are reigned in,chained up,emptied of the loving cup that childhood gives, who lives like this so they can miss the fun of being young? who sticks the chiv in,trims the day,who works them for so little pay? Look in your high street shops at hopscotch clothes from hopscotch kids in hopscotch homes, on the skids and before you buy,before you try on one more suit born from some child's unlived youth,the truth is out there in the things you buy,'cry freedom'in your cheap t-shirts and cut price flowing patterned skirts,but the truth remains and stains your heart as sure as if you were a part of sweatshops sweating out the lives of tiny tots and will high street shops, always be the outlets for this insanity? I'm sure the answer will arrive eventually.
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Mar 21, 2014
Mar 21, 2014 at 1:07 AM UTC
john-edward-smallshaw
Playtime in Panama.
In a creche,behind the mesh in Zanzibar or Bangladesh,kids are reigned in,chained up,emptied of the loving cup that childhood gives, who lives like this so they can miss the fun of being young? who sticks the chiv in,trims the day,who works them for so little pay? Look in your high street shops at hopscotch clothes from hopscotch kids in hopscotch homes, on the skids and before you buy,before you try on one more suit born from some child's unlived youth,the truth is out there in the things you buy,'cry freedom'in your cheap t-shirts and cut price flowing patterned skirts,but the truth remains and stains your heart as sure as if you were a part of sweatshops sweating out the lives of tiny tots and will high street shops, always be the outlets for this insanity? I'm sure the answer will arrive eventually.
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How could you hurt me the way you did? How could you forget everything we shared? How could you do throw away our future? Panama how could you? What about the tears we shed together? What about the laughs we had together? What about the love we made? Panama how could you? How does it feel to know that you broke me? How does it feel to know you're on my mind every single day? How does it feel to know that I can’t move on yet? Panama how could you? Why did you abandon me when you knew I needed you? Why did you break your promise to me? Why did you leave me? Panama How Could You Do That To Me?
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Oct 30, 2011
Oct 30, 2011 at 10:09 PM UTC
kingafroninjaa
Panama How Could You?
How could you hurt me the way you did? How could you forget everything we shared? How could you do throw away our future? Panama how could you? What about the tears we shed together? What about the laughs we had together? What about the love we made? Panama how could you? How does it feel to know that you broke me? How does it feel to know you're on my mind every single day? How does it feel to know that I can’t move on yet? Panama how could you? Why did you abandon me when you knew I needed you? Why did you break your promise to me? Why did you leave me? Panama How Could You Do That To Me?
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I. something within me, maybe its my amigdala, misses the oven-turned-gentrified clot, that great collection of want, of transient soles-souls. I miss how we’re piled three stories high, so close to each others’ mouths that we must burrow in criss crossed, colliding tunnels to our point b’s, our job sites, our lovers’ houses. maybe it is indeed part of our un-nature to do this, to cling to one another even as our unforgiving sungod bakes us whole, cornish game hens on the el train, hurdling 40 mph, to and from our personal hovels, heavens and bedsheets, tethered to this place, possibly indentured, definitely flawed, where we revel under roofs to prove incredibleness an virility. II. our eyes are not closed today. they may not blink in unison as mannequin lids do, so effortlessly, plastic and mechanical, but those, we are thankfully not. for we are flesh, and air, and miles of gastrointestinal turnpike, if unpinned, would stretch from here to panama. we are each of us a viscous mound called Sally, Bertram and Queen Mary. We are the collision of milk flowing, divine, a whirling dervish in scalding darjeeling. we are air, gliding over enamel into the collective breath to be devoured so sweetly by others, as saintly man-scripted gelato, dribbling down our chins in piazzas. la dolce ************* vita. III. that’s the funny thing about living in this size 2 world, the ability to appear anywhere upon its face at a moment’s notice, to be in front of any face when desired, to live sans toll booth or customs desk, to simply dust off our ability to fly and tumble icarus-adolescent into the collision between the two blue planes called sea and sky
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Jun 7, 2011
Jun 7, 2011 at 9:58 AM UTC
dharmaandgregfanficdotgeocity
La Marzocco Lionhead
I. something within me, maybe its my amigdala, misses the oven-turned-gentrified clot, that great collection of want, of transient soles-souls. I miss how we’re piled three stories high, so close to each others’ mouths that we must burrow in criss crossed, colliding tunnels to our point b’s, our job sites, our lovers’ houses. maybe it is indeed part of our un-nature to do this, to cling to one another even as our unforgiving sungod bakes us whole, cornish game hens on the el train, hurdling 40 mph, to and from our personal hovels, heavens and bedsheets, tethered to this place, possibly indentured, definitely flawed, where we revel under roofs to prove incredibleness an virility. II. our eyes are not closed today. they may not blink in unison as mannequin lids do, so effortlessly, plastic and mechanical, but those, we are thankfully not. for we are flesh, and air, and miles of gastrointestinal turnpike, if unpinned, would stretch from here to panama. we are each of us a viscous mound called Sally, Bertram and Queen Mary. We are the collision of milk flowing, divine, a whirling dervish in scalding darjeeling. we are air, gliding over enamel into the collective breath to be devoured so sweetly by others, as saintly man-scripted gelato, dribbling down our chins in piazzas. la dolce ************* vita. III. that’s the funny thing about living in this size 2 world, the ability to appear anywhere upon its face at a moment’s notice, to be in front of any face when desired, to live sans toll booth or customs desk, to simply dust off our ability to fly and tumble icarus-adolescent into the collision between the two blue planes called sea and sky
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He was taken into custody on Friday After he got off a bus in Marseille That had come from Amsterdam By way of Brussels, According to police. The manhunt began After he opened fire At the Jewish Museum In the center of Brussels, Killing at least 3 people, Obviously: an anti-Semitic attack. He was taken into custody “As soon as he set foot in France,” According to François Hollande, Congratulating himself For an efficient round up of The usual suspects, all Jihadi Round trippers from Syria. He was taken into custody in a mere 6 days-- A magnifique display of French efficiency, A sublime achievement by Our furry friends in Police-Protective Services. The swarthy perp was carrying a Kalashnikov-- That’s AK-47 for you NRA gun nuts-- A handgun, ammunition, a baseball cap, A small video recording device, and a Copy of The Koran, All items matching Descriptions of the gunman, And, even if not, a known-terrorist Named Mahdi bin Laden, Carrying an assault rifle Would have been enough To fit the profile, Justify the profiling, Sufficient to stop anyone Passing through Customs, Except, of course The French Corps Diplomatique, Wreaking most of the havoc in the EU these days. There was once a time when any Thom, Dieter or Heine Could get outta town on a ratline, Blessed by the Pope, Assisted by the OSS. A white linen suit and a Panama hat: Was all it took any Schutzstaffel To pull off another Argentine makeover, Melt into the landscape, Speaking Spanish with a thick German brogue. It’s nice to know Jew persecution is criminal, Socially frowned on these days.
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Jun 1, 2014
Jun 1, 2014 at 5:59 PM UTC
giuseppi-martino-buonaiuto
“Jihad”
He was taken into custody on Friday After he got off a bus in Marseille That had come from Amsterdam By way of Brussels, According to police. The manhunt began After he opened fire At the Jewish Museum In the center of Brussels, Killing at least 3 people, Obviously: an anti-Semitic attack. He was taken into custody “As soon as he set foot in France,” According to François Hollande, Congratulating himself For an efficient round up of The usual suspects, all Jihadi Round trippers from Syria. He was taken into custody in a mere 6 days-- A magnifique display of French efficiency, A sublime achievement by Our furry friends in Police-Protective Services. The swarthy perp was carrying a Kalashnikov-- That’s AK-47 for you NRA gun nuts-- A handgun, ammunition, a baseball cap, A small video recording device, and a Copy of The Koran, All items matching Descriptions of the gunman, And, even if not, a known-terrorist Named Mahdi bin Laden, Carrying an assault rifle Would have been enough To fit the profile, Justify the profiling, Sufficient to stop anyone Passing through Customs, Except, of course The French Corps Diplomatique, Wreaking most of the havoc in the EU these days. There was once a time when any Thom, Dieter or Heine Could get outta town on a ratline, Blessed by the Pope, Assisted by the OSS. A white linen suit and a Panama hat: Was all it took any Schutzstaffel To pull off another Argentine makeover, Melt into the landscape, Speaking Spanish with a thick German brogue. It’s nice to know Jew persecution is criminal, Socially frowned on these days.
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On the mud flats of Padma Delta where the mighty Ganges slides into the Bay of Bengal ships come to die. Rusting oil tankers, container ships from Panama passenger liners, and cargo ships from Zanzibar North Sea fishing boats research vessels and mother ships anything that floats each one has made its final trip. Steel Leviathans low tide beached oil-slick stuck. Metal monoliths ****** deep into black sand. The people of Sitakunda come marching, ants across the slippery surface of diesel sand to pick the carcasses apart. Barefoot, with only blow torches hammers and brute strength wrenching rivets, nuts and bolts breaching beams and deck splitting welded seams until the hulls are gutted ribbed struts broken down and torn from the edges of shape Bit by bit they scour and empty right down to the core. Bit by bit they carry ***** to the waiting shore. Where melting pots are kept boiling giant stock pots stewing goodness in a broth but metallic flavours and oily spiced stench hang in the misty bleakness of the bay Skeleton hulks shift and ride lurching, lifting with the tide rolling, dangerous still collapsing, with groaning creak to maim, to crush and **** the daring, the slow and the weak. © M.L.Emmett
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Nov 10, 2015
Nov 10, 2015 at 10:29 AM UTC
magicpoet01
Where Ships Come to Die
On the mud flats of Padma Delta where the mighty Ganges slides into the Bay of Bengal ships come to die. Rusting oil tankers, container ships from Panama passenger liners, and cargo ships from Zanzibar North Sea fishing boats research vessels and mother ships anything that floats each one has made its final trip. Steel Leviathans low tide beached oil-slick stuck. Metal monoliths ****** deep into black sand. The people of Sitakunda come marching, ants across the slippery surface of diesel sand to pick the carcasses apart. Barefoot, with only blow torches hammers and brute strength wrenching rivets, nuts and bolts breaching beams and deck splitting welded seams until the hulls are gutted ribbed struts broken down and torn from the edges of shape Bit by bit they scour and empty right down to the core. Bit by bit they carry ***** to the waiting shore. Where melting pots are kept boiling giant stock pots stewing goodness in a broth but metallic flavours and oily spiced stench hang in the misty bleakness of the bay Skeleton hulks shift and ride lurching, lifting with the tide rolling, dangerous still collapsing, with groaning creak to maim, to crush and **** the daring, the slow and the weak. © M.L.Emmett
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Somewhere in great nature, Panama resides. Many different colored roaming birds; Dozen cows and wild horses gazing together in herds. Far beyond the city, cows chewed grass and pigs sat in warm ponds at noon, and stray dogs barked after moving vehicles on a hill As the sun began to die and the moon began breaking the clouds, i'd lay awake, silently listening to distant animals and insects running off into the warm night while tree branches tore through the wind miracously And suddenly the utmost sound found its way into my mind. That of the little motions of night creatures and stirrings and the thought of waking up in the pink light of early morning and beginning another adventure with my sister. Panama is a place where people ****** an utter stranger with love and suffocate you with warm embraces Oregon is becoming more and more a distant memory filled with fading faces. With every breath, my body is filling itself with the beautiful essence and details of this country All the blissful regions, rocky and slender Out and about Discovering the fresh and the bright. In the ministry our words poured out like fragrance Wisdom and peace was brought to those who inhaled every word This trip has fulfilled its purpose Teaching me to forget the things behind and stretch forward to the things ahead (Philippians 3:13) ~ M Mondragon
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Apr 21, 2015
Apr 21, 2015 at 10:22 PM UTC
marco-mondragon
Panama
Somewhere in great nature, Panama resides. Many different colored roaming birds; Dozen cows and wild horses gazing together in herds. Far beyond the city, cows chewed grass and pigs sat in warm ponds at noon, and stray dogs barked after moving vehicles on a hill As the sun began to die and the moon began breaking the clouds, i'd lay awake, silently listening to distant animals and insects running off into the warm night while tree branches tore through the wind miracously And suddenly the utmost sound found its way into my mind. That of the little motions of night creatures and stirrings and the thought of waking up in the pink light of early morning and beginning another adventure with my sister. Panama is a place where people ****** an utter stranger with love and suffocate you with warm embraces Oregon is becoming more and more a distant memory filled with fading faces. With every breath, my body is filling itself with the beautiful essence and details of this country All the blissful regions, rocky and slender Out and about Discovering the fresh and the bright. In the ministry our words poured out like fragrance Wisdom and peace was brought to those who inhaled every word This trip has fulfilled its purpose Teaching me to forget the things behind and stretch forward to the things ahead (Philippians 3:13) ~ M Mondragon
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I left the dust and tumble weeds to be incomplete and moved back east to where I was born The trees crowded together There was a change in the weather I asked mom , "Is that rain?" The people were crowded With one thought and mind Everything was designated to be black or white We caught catfish from the Alabama River Swam in pristine streams full of soapstone Then we moved again Crossed Texas on our way west Crossed the continental devide Came to rest in Spokane I sang God Bless America while sitting on a fire hydrant Looking at the purple mountain's majesty Then off again back east Crossed Texas the third time To Panama City , Florida where we came to reside There I learned to abide by the tide And that some things you can't hide Two and a half years of bliss Then we moved once again And again and again and again and again and again , again again , again , again . . . . All my travels All my travails I have found home in the moment within me .
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Mar 1, 2017
Mar 1, 2017 at 8:50 PM UTC
South-by-Southwest
East Out Of Texas
I left the dust and tumble weeds to be incomplete and moved back east to where I was born The trees crowded together There was a change in the weather I asked mom , "Is that rain?" The people were crowded With one thought and mind Everything was designated to be black or white We caught catfish from the Alabama River Swam in pristine streams full of soapstone Then we moved again Crossed Texas on our way west Crossed the continental devide Came to rest in Spokane I sang God Bless America while sitting on a fire hydrant Looking at the purple mountain's majesty Then off again back east Crossed Texas the third time To Panama City , Florida where we came to reside There I learned to abide by the tide And that some things you can't hide Two and a half years of bliss Then we moved once again And again and again and again and again and again , again again , again , again . . . . All my travels All my travails I have found home in the moment within me .
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AMERICA, THE BEAUTIFUL? Were you aware that our nation opposed Haiti's revolution for democracy in the early 1800s; that our nation's war against Mexico that began in 1846 resulted in our taking half of Mexico for ourselves; that our nation defeated Spain ostensibly to liberate Cuba, but actually established a military base on the island and furtively gained de facto control of its puppet government; that our nation seized Puerto Rico, Hawaii, and Guam; that our nation had fought a brutal war to subjugate the Phillipines; that our nation had opened Japan for trade with us with threats and gunboats; that our nation created an "Open Door" policy with China to exploit it economically; that our nation engineered a revolution against Colombia to create the nation of Panama so we could build the canal through it; that our nation sent 5,000 Marines in 1926 to Nicaragua to counter their democratic revolution; that our nation in 1916 intervened in the Dominican Republic for the fourth time; that our nation in 1915 intervened in Haiti for the second time, and so on. Imperialism, not democracy, steered our nation's decisions and movements. Did any of you learn about, let alone study extensively, any of these flagitious Ameican acts and policies as you sat and squirmed in your high school American history class? My surmise is that you did not. But I bet you were required in at least one of your classrooms sometime between 1st and 12th grade to stand at attention, as it were, and recite the Pledge of Allegiance as you saluted the flag in the corner. My riposte: What does it matter if our flags are waving, if our spirits are flagging? Epilogue: Most importantly, never forget that it was the two evils of slavery and genocide that propelled our nation into what once was the most influential nation on Earth. Copyright 2020 Tod Howard Hawks
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Jun 26, 2020
Jun 26, 2020 at 8:52 PM UTC
tod-howard-hawks
AMERICA, THE BEAUTIFUL?
AMERICA, THE BEAUTIFUL? Were you aware that our nation opposed Haiti's revolution for democracy in the early 1800s; that our nation's war against Mexico that began in 1846 resulted in our taking half of Mexico for ourselves; that our nation defeated Spain ostensibly to liberate Cuba, but actually established a military base on the island and furtively gained de facto control of its puppet government; that our nation seized Puerto Rico, Hawaii, and Guam; that our nation had fought a brutal war to subjugate the Phillipines; that our nation had opened Japan for trade with us with threats and gunboats; that our nation created an "Open Door" policy with China to exploit it economically; that our nation engineered a revolution against Colombia to create the nation of Panama so we could build the canal through it; that our nation sent 5,000 Marines in 1926 to Nicaragua to counter their democratic revolution; that our nation in 1916 intervened in the Dominican Republic for the fourth time; that our nation in 1915 intervened in Haiti for the second time, and so on. Imperialism, not democracy, steered our nation's decisions and movements. Did any of you learn about, let alone study extensively, any of these flagitious Ameican acts and policies as you sat and squirmed in your high school American history class? My surmise is that you did not. But I bet you were required in at least one of your classrooms sometime between 1st and 12th grade to stand at attention, as it were, and recite the Pledge of Allegiance as you saluted the flag in the corner. My riposte: What does it matter if our flags are waving, if our spirits are flagging? Epilogue: Most importantly, never forget that it was the two evils of slavery and genocide that propelled our nation into what once was the most influential nation on Earth. Copyright 2020 Tod Howard Hawks
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you came in from the cold dressed bold under a black flag like isis on the road to baghdad in a red ferrari going all john le carré defecting with the little drummer girl laurie in a deadly affair expecting the honourable school boy when i'm used to being a most wanted man - now i'm no naïve and sentimental lover, baby i'm the perfect spy and this ain't a small town in germany but ich bin ein berliner, fraulein - you better make this your last call for the dead - it was (y)our kind of game playing tinkering tailoring soldiering spying - doodling smiley's people on the side acting like absolute friends with fred the constant gardener at the russia house and red the tailor of panama like a ***** with a straw up your nose in the looking glass war but if you do it again - let me tell you a secret, pilgrim i'll drop you where you lie - it'll be a ****** of quality, baby and that's a delicate truth - you were our kind of traitor on the blue mesa. r ~ 11/14/14 i like john le carré :)
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Nov 14, 2014
Nov 14, 2014 at 8:48 AM UTC
r-2
dead drop on the blue mesa
you came in from the cold dressed bold under a black flag like isis on the road to baghdad in a red ferrari going all john le carré defecting with the little drummer girl laurie in a deadly affair expecting the honourable school boy when i'm used to being a most wanted man - now i'm no naïve and sentimental lover, baby i'm the perfect spy and this ain't a small town in germany but ich bin ein berliner, fraulein - you better make this your last call for the dead - it was (y)our kind of game playing tinkering tailoring soldiering spying - doodling smiley's people on the side acting like absolute friends with fred the constant gardener at the russia house and red the tailor of panama like a ***** with a straw up your nose in the looking glass war but if you do it again - let me tell you a secret, pilgrim i'll drop you where you lie - it'll be a ****** of quality, baby and that's a delicate truth - you were our kind of traitor on the blue mesa. r ~ 11/14/14 i like john le carré :)
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JESUS emptied the devils of one man into forty hogs and the hogs took the edge of a high rock and dropped off and down into the sea: a mob. The sheep on the hills of Australia, blundering fourfooted in the sunset mist to the dark, they go one way, they hunt one sleep, they find one pocket of grass for all. Karnak? Pyramids? Sphinx paws tall as a coolie? Tombs kept for kings and sacred cows? A mob. Young roast pigs and naked dancing girls of Belshazzar, the room where a thousand sat guzzling when a hand wrote: Mene, mene, tekel, upharsin? A mob. The honeycomb of green that won the sun as the Hanging Gardens of Nineveh, flew to its shape at the hands of a mob that followed the fingers of Nebuchadnezzar: a mob of one hand and one plan. Stones of a circle of hills at Athens, staircases of a mountain in Peru, scattered clans of marble dragons in China: each a mob on the rim of a sunrise: hammers and wagons have them now. Locks and gates of Panama? The Union Pacific crossing deserts and tunneling mountains? The Woolworth on land and the Titanic at sea? Lighthouses blinking a coast line from Labrador to Key West? Pigiron bars piled on a barge whistling in a fog off Sheboygan? A mob: hammers and wagons have them to-morrow. The mob? A typhoon tearing loose an island from thousand-year moorings and bastions, shooting a volcanic ash with a fire tongue that licks up cities and peoples. Layers of worms eating rocks and forming loam and valley floors for potatoes, wheat, watermelons. The mob? A jag of lightning, a geyser, a gravel mass loosening... The mob ... kills or builds ... the mob is Attila or Ghengis Khan, the mob is Napoleon, Lincoln. I am born in the mob-I die in the mob-the same goes for you-I don't care who you are. I cross the sheets of fire in No Man's land for you, my brother-I slip a steel tooth into your throat, you my brother-I die for you and I **** you-It is a twisted and gnarled thing, a crimson wool: One more arch of stars, In the night of our mist, In the night of our tears.
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Carl Sandburg
Always the Mob
JESUS emptied the devils of one man into forty hogs and the hogs took the edge of a high rock and dropped off and down into the sea: a mob. The sheep on the hills of Australia, blundering fourfooted in the sunset mist to the dark, they go one way, they hunt one sleep, they find one pocket of grass for all. Karnak? Pyramids? Sphinx paws tall as a coolie? Tombs kept for kings and sacred cows? A mob. Young roast pigs and naked dancing girls of Belshazzar, the room where a thousand sat guzzling when a hand wrote: Mene, mene, tekel, upharsin? A mob. The honeycomb of green that won the sun as the Hanging Gardens of Nineveh, flew to its shape at the hands of a mob that followed the fingers of Nebuchadnezzar: a mob of one hand and one plan. Stones of a circle of hills at Athens, staircases of a mountain in Peru, scattered clans of marble dragons in China: each a mob on the rim of a sunrise: hammers and wagons have them now. Locks and gates of Panama? The Union Pacific crossing deserts and tunneling mountains? The Woolworth on land and the Titanic at sea? Lighthouses blinking a coast line from Labrador to Key West? Pigiron bars piled on a barge whistling in a fog off Sheboygan? A mob: hammers and wagons have them to-morrow. The mob? A typhoon tearing loose an island from thousand-year moorings and bastions, shooting a volcanic ash with a fire tongue that licks up cities and peoples. Layers of worms eating rocks and forming loam and valley floors for potatoes, wheat, watermelons. The mob? A jag of lightning, a geyser, a gravel mass loosening... The mob ... kills or builds ... the mob is Attila or Ghengis Khan, the mob is Napoleon, Lincoln. I am born in the mob-I die in the mob-the same goes for you-I don't care who you are. I cross the sheets of fire in No Man's land for you, my brother-I slip a steel tooth into your throat, you my brother-I die for you and I **** you-It is a twisted and gnarled thing, a crimson wool: One more arch of stars, In the night of our mist, In the night of our tears.
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A thousand ships crawling over your back lying on two oceans connecting the north and south a commotion after nap startling the billows of the Pacific Ocean and the waves of the Atlantic Ocean a life in meditation the dam to the raised river that flows through history through generations through a stranger's dream through civilization and sin banners with distinct color tones hanging all over every port with the attitude of an owner welcoming all visitors Panama a ship that travels a river that connects the world.
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May 19, 2015
May 19, 2015 at 12:45 AM UTC
chinhooi-ng
Panama
A thousand ships crawling over your back lying on two oceans connecting the north and south a commotion after nap startling the billows of the Pacific Ocean and the waves of the Atlantic Ocean a life in meditation the dam to the raised river that flows through history through generations through a stranger's dream through civilization and sin banners with distinct color tones hanging all over every port with the attitude of an owner welcoming all visitors Panama a ship that travels a river that connects the world.
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See here: I’ve been to Arkansas, and New Orleans at Mardi Gras. I’ve traveled south of Panama, did Dublin, Thames, and Wichita, I went, I saw, though full of awe, I couldn’t help but find such flaw in everything and all. An outlaw in my old rickshaw I draw my paths and highways, y’all, and always come back home. I’ve seen the summer, felt the fall, I love the fields and hate the mall I rob from Peter, pay back Paul and haven’t found the wherewithal to turn **** in on time. I do recall a cell phone call, and built up walls to break the fall, lose a little, lose it all, the breaking down, the overhaul, now take me up to Montreal, I’ll see you in the spring.
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Aug 19, 2012
Aug 19, 2012 at 9:03 PM UTC
kate-mac
A Loss
See here: I’ve been to Arkansas, and New Orleans at Mardi Gras. I’ve traveled south of Panama, did Dublin, Thames, and Wichita, I went, I saw, though full of awe, I couldn’t help but find such flaw in everything and all. An outlaw in my old rickshaw I draw my paths and highways, y’all, and always come back home. I’ve seen the summer, felt the fall, I love the fields and hate the mall I rob from Peter, pay back Paul and haven’t found the wherewithal to turn **** in on time. I do recall a cell phone call, and built up walls to break the fall, lose a little, lose it all, the breaking down, the overhaul, now take me up to Montreal, I’ll see you in the spring.
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this ain't no art, man, this is just a careless whisper this is just George Michael singing in your stereo this is just your bourgeois-blues this is merely a bewilderment this is not the art, you know it, you ****** you **** you chronic masturbator you who dare to write on the internet dancing with yo papa' shoes and in yo mama' lingerie ah, look at yourself, a human miracle Angel of a foreign Harlem, you who wasted all away, speaking in foreign tongues inside the thighs of a british stripper, you idiot you ***** and when i'm done i'll come for you, like a **** like a dog sniffin' and slidin' in your park in your ***** trailer park there with your fat-fuck-husband stalkin' yo every move you ***** you **** and when i'm done i'll look for you, simple as that simple as an Einstein formula served to you on exotic dishes by Norma from Twin Peaks, cars for the missus and furs for the mistress and when you'll die you'll **** between all your champagne wishes and it'll be ******* ridiculous. But that's life, babe. Get down on thursday, drains you in May. You ***** so be-my-babe i say be-my-babe in black and white like the Ramones or the Ronettes or the Rolling Stone - i still want to know how your insides look like, - i still want to save your capitalist nature in my mother's fridge, - i still want to fly high on a jet plane with you, alone, with or without needs, crashing on our bridge. I love you- love me! I put my gun in your hands. I push it. I shovel it. My bones are broken bound by all the words i never dared to say - and here, my love, right here, i put IT in my mouth, i feel the cold steel in my tongue, -- how much blood from such a tiny hole, Lizaveta!-- and this, and so much more. but please, i say please, would you feed me? would you need me? i'm a little angel drowning in candies who's eating his heart out and ******** his candy ah, would you say this? Would you? Just because it ain't cool? Well if i'm not cool i'll drive my kite all night and take my lunchbox and shoot Panama down and shoot Mexico down and shoot a *** smoker down and shoot a crack dealer down and shoot a beer dealer down and shoot Mexico down shoot Osaka down Kabrula kaysay Brula Amal amala senda Kumahn Brendhaa! Kabrula kaysay Brula Amal amala senda Kumahn Brendhaa! my love will gun down all your school Look at me - i say, look at me! *Kabrula kaysay Brula Amal amala senda Kumahn Brendhaa! Kabrula kaysay Brula Amal amala senda Kumahn Brendhaa!* and don't you forget to say my name, as i'll **** YOUR SKULL
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Oct 22, 2015
Oct 22, 2015 at 11:34 AM UTC
tony-montana
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this ain't no art, man, this is just a careless whisper this is just George Michael singing in your stereo this is just your bourgeois-blues this is merely a bewilderment this is not the art, you know it, you ****** you **** you chronic masturbator you who dare to write on the internet dancing with yo papa' shoes and in yo mama' lingerie ah, look at yourself, a human miracle Angel of a foreign Harlem, you who wasted all away, speaking in foreign tongues inside the thighs of a british stripper, you idiot you ***** and when i'm done i'll come for you, like a **** like a dog sniffin' and slidin' in your park in your ***** trailer park there with your fat-fuck-husband stalkin' yo every move you ***** you **** and when i'm done i'll look for you, simple as that simple as an Einstein formula served to you on exotic dishes by Norma from Twin Peaks, cars for the missus and furs for the mistress and when you'll die you'll **** between all your champagne wishes and it'll be ******* ridiculous. But that's life, babe. Get down on thursday, drains you in May. You ***** so be-my-babe i say be-my-babe in black and white like the Ramones or the Ronettes or the Rolling Stone - i still want to know how your insides look like, - i still want to save your capitalist nature in my mother's fridge, - i still want to fly high on a jet plane with you, alone, with or without needs, crashing on our bridge. I love you- love me! I put my gun in your hands. I push it. I shovel it. My bones are broken bound by all the words i never dared to say - and here, my love, right here, i put IT in my mouth, i feel the cold steel in my tongue, -- how much blood from such a tiny hole, Lizaveta!-- and this, and so much more. but please, i say please, would you feed me? would you need me? i'm a little angel drowning in candies who's eating his heart out and ******** his candy ah, would you say this? Would you? Just because it ain't cool? Well if i'm not cool i'll drive my kite all night and take my lunchbox and shoot Panama down and shoot Mexico down and shoot a *** smoker down and shoot a crack dealer down and shoot a beer dealer down and shoot Mexico down shoot Osaka down Kabrula kaysay Brula Amal amala senda Kumahn Brendhaa! Kabrula kaysay Brula Amal amala senda Kumahn Brendhaa! my love will gun down all your school Look at me - i say, look at me! *Kabrula kaysay Brula Amal amala senda Kumahn Brendhaa! Kabrula kaysay Brula Amal amala senda Kumahn Brendhaa!* and don't you forget to say my name, as i'll **** YOUR SKULL
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Korea Vietnam Grenada Iraq So many lost lives We can never take back; So many ******** wars We all have lost track. Panama Serbia Syria Iraq What were we really doing there? When did they attack us? Where? When did they threaten my liberty To buy an extra big SUV? When did they land here with artillery To threaten the freedom of you and of me? When did these countries declare war That caused us to gear up once more? Korea Vietnam Grenada Iraq So many lost lives We can never take back; So many ******** wars We all have lost track. Panama Serbia Syria Iraq Invade them all, degrade them all Because it doesn’t really matter to us. Steal their lands, pound them into the sand When done, throw them all under the bus. Look what we have done to our natives. You see how experienced we are at this. We spare no expenses when it is war. Oh, and what a lucrative thing it is. Korea Vietnam Grenada Iraq So many lost lives We can never take back; So many ******** wars We all have lost track. Panama Serbia Syria Iraq
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Nov 6, 2016
Nov 6, 2016 at 9:04 PM UTC
brent-kincaid
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Korea Vietnam Grenada Iraq So many lost lives We can never take back; So many ******** wars We all have lost track. Panama Serbia Syria Iraq What were we really doing there? When did they attack us? Where? When did they threaten my liberty To buy an extra big SUV? When did they land here with artillery To threaten the freedom of you and of me? When did these countries declare war That caused us to gear up once more? Korea Vietnam Grenada Iraq So many lost lives We can never take back; So many ******** wars We all have lost track. Panama Serbia Syria Iraq Invade them all, degrade them all Because it doesn’t really matter to us. Steal their lands, pound them into the sand When done, throw them all under the bus. Look what we have done to our natives. You see how experienced we are at this. We spare no expenses when it is war. Oh, and what a lucrative thing it is. Korea Vietnam Grenada Iraq So many lost lives We can never take back; So many ******** wars We all have lost track. Panama Serbia Syria Iraq
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*Commanding the 'Crows Nest' in search of submarines on Panama City Beach Our curiosity in real time demand , blanket oceanside Admiralty Mariners were towing the ocean yachts into portland that day Tales of Neptune , ambergris , running *** and rough sail Riding the easterlies , filling our shell pails                                                         A prize for gifted imaginations indeed , sand dollars and - cirrus clouds above the warm turquoise Sea* .....
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Jul 4, 2016
Jul 4, 2016 at 7:53 PM UTC
randolph-l-wilson
Panama City 1970 ...
*Commanding the 'Crows Nest' in search of submarines on Panama City Beach Our curiosity in real time demand , blanket oceanside Admiralty Mariners were towing the ocean yachts into portland that day Tales of Neptune , ambergris , running *** and rough sail Riding the easterlies , filling our shell pails                                                         A prize for gifted imaginations indeed , sand dollars and - cirrus clouds above the warm turquoise Sea* .....
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