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Katie the previous lives lady tries to rescue her nephew Katie's nephew Jackson Gooden is in town to spend some time with Katie and it couldn't have come at a worst time, you see the kidnapper who kidnapped Graham Thorne, well his reincarnation was in town and he was getting a messed up head with everyone telling him he was mentally deranged, the only one who helped him was Katie, and when Katie took time off to look after her nephew when he's in town, he almost flipped his marbles untill he decided to prove to everyone else that he is Steven Bradley and use Katie as a blackmail target, you see what he plans to do is kidnap Katie's 15 year ok'd nephew Jackson and blackmail Katie,if she refuses to see him, the weight will fall on her nephews head and **** him, yes this is the way for Katie to make sure she makes me happy. Katie begged for him to let him go, and then say you will be a pig in your next life, what you do here affects your future happiness, let my nephew go and we'll talk about treatment for your illness, and he said that he thought she'd understood him, but really she is just like the other's, and Katie had to keep telling him that he is good and will never stray, and she did that because her patient had a pocket knife at her nephews head, and Katie said, I believe this is the wrong way to handle your illness,,I told you that you kidnapped a kid, and seconds later you have my 15 year old nephew at knifepoint, you are ******* up, and also you are making a mockery of my good business, he just laughed still determined he'll **** him And make Katie jitter. Jackson tried to scream, so the knife would be removed from his neck, and Katie said, I will find a way that this man can't ever harm you,,you have to refuse to go anywhere with him, he had a weakness, and that is, if you laugh at him, he'll suddenly be scared of him, and Katie then said that she doesn't believe in laughing in her job, but she decided to make a exception here, because really she wanted time off with Jackson. The reincarnation of Steven Bradley said that he will hold Jackson and Katie for a huge ransom and Jackson said, you can't get me, I am too smart, you see i am young, you are old I'm a young dude, your an old fogie, i'm a young dude, your an old fogie, I'm a young dude, your an old fogie, a stinken little old fogie ma--n. And then he ran and Jackson said 1 win for young against old, and then Jackson and Katie spent time sightseeing for 4 days and Katie, I know she is born to tell people previous lives stories, really enjoyed being away from the office and when she came back,,the first phone call made was a phone call to the cops, issueing a restraining order on that Steven Bradley reincarnation, and then Jacksoc went back to his parents house saying he was kidnapped by a ghost while Katie tried a new approach to tell people previous lives, so she can keep love one's safe for the future of her business, yes that's what she'll do.
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Jan 10, 2015
Jan 10, 2015 at 4:50 AM UTC
KATIE THE PREVIOUS LIVES LADY RESCUES HER NEPHEW FROM KIDNAPPERS
Katie the previous lives lady tries to rescue her nephew Katie's nephew Jackson Gooden is in town to spend some time with Katie and it couldn't have come at a worst time, you see the kidnapper who kidnapped Graham Thorne, well his reincarnation was in town and he was getting a messed up head with everyone telling him he was mentally deranged, the only one who helped him was Katie, and when Katie took time off to look after her nephew when he's in town, he almost flipped his marbles untill he decided to prove to everyone else that he is Steven Bradley and use Katie as a blackmail target, you see what he plans to do is kidnap Katie's 15 year ok'd nephew Jackson and blackmail Katie,if she refuses to see him, the weight will fall on her nephews head and **** him, yes this is the way for Katie to make sure she makes me happy. Katie begged for him to let him go, and then say you will be a pig in your next life, what you do here affects your future happiness, let my nephew go and we'll talk about treatment for your illness, and he said that he thought she'd understood him, but really she is just like the other's, and Katie had to keep telling him that he is good and will never stray, and she did that because her patient had a pocket knife at her nephews head, and Katie said, I believe this is the wrong way to handle your illness,,I told you that you kidnapped a kid, and seconds later you have my 15 year old nephew at knifepoint, you are ******* up, and also you are making a mockery of my good business, he just laughed still determined he'll **** him And make Katie jitter. Jackson tried to scream, so the knife would be removed from his neck, and Katie said, I will find a way that this man can't ever harm you,,you have to refuse to go anywhere with him, he had a weakness, and that is, if you laugh at him, he'll suddenly be scared of him, and Katie then said that she doesn't believe in laughing in her job, but she decided to make a exception here, because really she wanted time off with Jackson. The reincarnation of Steven Bradley said that he will hold Jackson and Katie for a huge ransom and Jackson said, you can't get me, I am too smart, you see i am young, you are old I'm a young dude, your an old fogie, i'm a young dude, your an old fogie, I'm a young dude, your an old fogie, a stinken little old fogie ma--n. And then he ran and Jackson said 1 win for young against old, and then Jackson and Katie spent time sightseeing for 4 days and Katie, I know she is born to tell people previous lives stories, really enjoyed being away from the office and when she came back,,the first phone call made was a phone call to the cops, issueing a restraining order on that Steven Bradley reincarnation, and then Jacksoc went back to his parents house saying he was kidnapped by a ghost while Katie tried a new approach to tell people previous lives, so she can keep love one's safe for the future of her business, yes that's what she'll do.
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*I lost my innocence in a battle of wits Over a dinner of boiled rice and fried meats His debate ground my overrated intelligence to bits But it wasn't time, I wouldn't call it quits We went on to the starlit, moonful park We weren't sightseeing, I had to hit my mark Everything I said was turned down with a reasonable reason The more I tried to win the more I kept losing We walked and talked and I realized That our supposedly romantic dinner had been politicized As we stood on my porch and called it a night His lips touched mine, I didn't put up a fight I laid a final claim in regards to our banter His keen eyes widened I'd given him something to ponder Later that night, I received his call He asked for a rematch, I smiled, there'd be another date after all*
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May 7, 2016
May 7, 2016 at 6:26 PM UTC
The Second Date
Can I write you a love song I’ll sing it softy in your ear all night long Blow gently without words on my saxophone Diamond and Pearls behind the throne A beautiful ensemble meant for only you As I give credence too Take my hand Cross this journey with me as I sing about faraway lands Past Egypt pyramids shifting Morocco sands Lay back my love, allow your mind to silently drift Feel the enchantment of my piano keys as it spiritual uplifts I’ll sing love songs of old A cappella chorus echoed from deep within my enlighten soul I’ll sing to you about the blues, society’s injustice, and elements of darken storms Keep your heart warm, while playing my French Horn Enrapture foretold from this dedicated symphonic poem A music sheet of percussion, woodwind, brass, keyboard, and strings Harmony carrying the mind away as the joy of coming spring I’ll hum your favorite beats, can you feel the crescendo now Fiddle from the heart by the sweat of one’s brow Submerge your cerebral cortex, lose yourself in the sultry tunes Harp sounds bathe of light kissed from the illuminating moon Destiny overcasts in the lyrics Fate floating stratospheric Karma of others handled in the eyes of satiric Opera, I give you so grand in its grace French Creole dialect murmured among silk and lace Sounds of my flute resonant to face Allowing my Cello sounds to thoroughly embrace Can I write you a love song Body and soul serenading soprano to keep you standing strong My guitar stringing your philosophies along An equal equation, one plus one equals two Emotions, feelings, sentiments, its tenor expressed only for you No compass to my heart, my seasonal love found in hidden melodies Trombone guiding back and forth breathless as it please Orchestra sounds Ascending minds, bodies, souls, pass the opening clouds, divine and profound The last note sung by me as we gradually come down Beautiful music embraced, needs never to make a sound Shh, close your eyes Meditate on the music for a little while Hush sweet baby don’t say a word My heart softly tweets to a mockingbird If that mockingbird don’t sing Can I write you a love song created only for your being As minds are sightseeing Hearts fleeing Timpani drums guaranteeing Entwined of our divine wellbeing Emotions freeing Crooning of bodies heard as the day is long Can I write you a love song
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Sep 9, 2018
Sep 9, 2018 at 10:39 AM UTC
Can I Write You A Love Song
Can I write you a love song I’ll sing it softy in your ear all night long Blow gently without words on my saxophone Diamond and Pearls behind the throne A beautiful ensemble meant for only you As I give credence too Take my hand Cross this journey with me as I sing about faraway lands Past Egypt pyramids shifting Morocco sands Lay back my love, allow your mind to silently drift Feel the enchantment of my piano keys as it spiritual uplifts I’ll sing love songs of old A cappella chorus echoed from deep within my enlighten soul I’ll sing to you about the blues, society’s injustice, and elements of darken storms Keep your heart warm, while playing my French Horn Enrapture foretold from this dedicated symphonic poem A music sheet of percussion, woodwind, brass, keyboard, and strings Harmony carrying the mind away as the joy of coming spring I’ll hum your favorite beats, can you feel the crescendo now Fiddle from the heart by the sweat of one’s brow Submerge your cerebral cortex, lose yourself in the sultry tunes Harp sounds bathe of light kissed from the illuminating moon Destiny overcasts in the lyrics Fate floating stratospheric Karma of others handled in the eyes of satiric Opera, I give you so grand in its grace French Creole dialect murmured among silk and lace Sounds of my flute resonant to face Allowing my Cello sounds to thoroughly embrace Can I write you a love song Body and soul serenading soprano to keep you standing strong My guitar stringing your philosophies along An equal equation, one plus one equals two Emotions, feelings, sentiments, its tenor expressed only for you No compass to my heart, my seasonal love found in hidden melodies Trombone guiding back and forth breathless as it please Orchestra sounds Ascending minds, bodies, souls, pass the opening clouds, divine and profound The last note sung by me as we gradually come down Beautiful music embraced, needs never to make a sound Shh, close your eyes Meditate on the music for a little while Hush sweet baby don’t say a word My heart softly tweets to a mockingbird If that mockingbird don’t sing Can I write you a love song created only for your being As minds are sightseeing Hearts fleeing Timpani drums guaranteeing Entwined of our divine wellbeing Emotions freeing Crooning of bodies heard as the day is long Can I write you a love song
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Pussycat Dolls, Pussycat Dolls, Where have you been? We've been up to London To see Queen The Musical Then went to see the mayor Hid his computer mouse On his electric chair. Switched it on! Not so much PC - More AC/DC And then we were gone On a sightseeing trip With an aunt and a niece. Poor Boris Johnson RIP.
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May 2, 2014
May 2, 2014 at 2:38 PM UTC
Pussycat Dolls Meet Boris
The old fishing boat shiny, worn yet proud Had many an old fish bone scraped across its deck Heard stories that would make your hair curl and had seen weather at its worst but what the heck. Had seen all the fish available from all the seas nothing would surprise this old girl anymore. Had the strength to carry on whatever the gale Grin and bear it or go as you have gone before. Its engine, had seen some time in its old life struggling through seas as high as waves could get Through ice as thick as an island so as to speak and the new fishing boats wince if they get wet. They would not last five seconds in conditions like my fishermen have served thought the boat Well if it could think that is what it would think They look delicate and I dare say they would float. But now the old fishing boat was being admired stroked lovingly by tourists with cameras and tales. Ice cream accidentally smeared on the deck With its worn polished look and ragged sails. But it was proud, and so it should be For the fish it has fed folk, fishermen it had sailed But now it had a place in tourist's heart, the town It was admired, photographed and now emailed. A buyer with plenty of money and hope in his heart had bargained and won his bid. It was now his dream to sail the boat with children on board and parents sightseeing on board complete with a holiday team Dressed in navy and white striped with straw hat No fishing lines, nets, poles just an orange float. With a sign that indicated the price of the trip A retirement, a nice little trip for the fishing boat.
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May 9, 2015
May 9, 2015 at 12:42 AM UTC
The Old Fishing Boat
The old fishing boat shiny, worn yet proud Had many an old fish bone scraped across its deck Heard stories that would make your hair curl and had seen weather at its worst but what the heck. Had seen all the fish available from all the seas nothing would surprise this old girl anymore. Had the strength to carry on whatever the gale Grin and bear it or go as you have gone before. Its engine, had seen some time in its old life struggling through seas as high as waves could get Through ice as thick as an island so as to speak and the new fishing boats wince if they get wet. They would not last five seconds in conditions like my fishermen have served thought the boat Well if it could think that is what it would think They look delicate and I dare say they would float. But now the old fishing boat was being admired stroked lovingly by tourists with cameras and tales. Ice cream accidentally smeared on the deck With its worn polished look and ragged sails. But it was proud, and so it should be For the fish it has fed folk, fishermen it had sailed But now it had a place in tourist's heart, the town It was admired, photographed and now emailed. A buyer with plenty of money and hope in his heart had bargained and won his bid. It was now his dream to sail the boat with children on board and parents sightseeing on board complete with a holiday team Dressed in navy and white striped with straw hat No fishing lines, nets, poles just an orange float. With a sign that indicated the price of the trip A retirement, a nice little trip for the fishing boat.
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If only we could fly like   those that tweet or hoot without aid of jet or   parachute For I sure don't like   wings that boom and roar just so they can take off   and soar Ah, to fly without petrol, diesel   or fuel Oh, to halt that taloned midair   duel * Birds they don't pollute   the air nor need they any airline   fare So if only I too could rise   and glide and let the wind be my   sole guide I'd be happy to fly all the   way to 'em' faraway stars if I was assured I'd risk   no charring scars. Flying without aviation   formalities I could be sightseeing   many more cities Ah I so wish to fly just   like a jay or jackdaw Then I'd fly across all and   every border For I'd know nor follow no man-made law! If only we needed no darned immigration pass or visa We could have visited so many more touristy places Say even the spectacular and popular pyramids of Giza And we could have known different cultures and races Ah, a stylish photo next to the leaning tower of Pisa And return with exotica like a framed pic of the Mona Lisa
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Feb 26, 2019
Feb 26, 2019 at 12:20 PM UTC
Jumbo jets vs jackdaws or jays
I saw a man dead today Head on Chest liquid Legs no longer The truck he collided with Totaled A human sized dent The bike he rode Destroyed The compressions don’t help Though many try Human’s banded together for one man Who stood no chance In this death I learned There is good in this world In this death I learned There is sadness Once a friend Gone for now Yet he lives on in the friends he rode with Those who witnessed that horrific incident I did not know him I never saw his face We prayed for him For those he was with For those who have seen For those who grieve For ourselves I saw a man dead today But remembered why we live
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Nov 13, 2015
Nov 13, 2015 at 12:13 AM UTC
Sightseeing
The flipside of the day Brings a lot of melodies Of painful journals At most the moon and stars are dead For those eyes that lament for the beloved The breezy sound of the wind Doesn't bring a beautiful song of serenity Instead a tune of sinister Darker than the night Because the lullabies of every nocturnal An echoing elegies For those who were left behind Sightseeing imaginary images Whispering song for them Every night Still dying inside 5-25-2016 Mysterious_aries
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May 30, 2016
May 30, 2016 at 11:59 PM UTC
Night and Music of the Bereft
I hate resorts and I hate vacations. I hate birthdays, I hate celebrations. I hate pop radio stations and I hate cajun seasoning I hate New York I hate the feeling, I hate being a tourist I hate sightseeing. I tried being happy I tried doing the right thing, Until I tried smashing through the glass ceiling and broke my hand on the concrete. I thought an apple a day keeps the doctor away I figured out that he's just running late on the subway
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Sep 28, 2016
Sep 28, 2016 at 9:27 AM UTC
New York Vibes
Belly full of water Brush, spit, and repeat… Temporary painted cobweb of ****** Crust, synthetic yellow, and discomfort Constantly sightseeing shirts I don’t own Slim, disproportionate, and underweight My senior-prom photos exist, still 2009, RIP: Caniglia's Venice Inn, and tie-dye.
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Jun 15, 2016
Jun 15, 2016 at 12:42 AM UTC
Wet Paper Towels
the world’s so unpredictable so different, difficult and uncomfortable often that I wish everyone were like me just like me, or better still, exactly like me… you’ll see, this is the only solution, logically – beyond the shadow of a doubt, as many are inclined to say, which expression in itself I find so inconvenient … you see because you and you and you are not like me it all becomes such a waste with all the negotiation and adjustments and time spent and funds depleted in persuasion and information campaigns but just imagine: if everybody were like me and I had to attend a meeting and of course everybody had to attend the meeting how convenient and efficient and quick that would be cos it’s all just me, me, me and me and yet more me, me, me, me and me… Indeed need we hold meetings at all? since it’s all me? Just me? Cos if you are me, and everyone else is me in my Brave New Me World, all me know what each me thinks and wants, than we need not meet me and one me wherever one is can initiate, conduct and finish the me meeting… You get me? and think of it on a national scale too… if everyone were like me, exactly like me – so that all we have is me, me, me and me and yet more me, me, me, me – imagine the nation in all its simplicity and convenience; there’d be no need to argue with me because me agrees with me and me is one religion, me is one will, one thought, one language (gibberish, but still one language) and everything in the nation will just have to be planned for me. Simple: satisfy me and satisfy all for it’s all me… for me is the Nation I leave it to you to think more of this Me Nation (or do you need some animation?) And that silly United Nations - do you think if everyone were like me or better still exactly like me, do we need to have all these delegates and dignitaries flying around (and sometimes shoes flying too) and eating half the UN funds in dinners and perks and sightseeing? Oh, think about it – if everyone were like me just as in the Me Nation you won’t have all this waste in Me UN… You don’t even need the UN; just Me is enough the Me UN… And what about the world? have you thought about it? with me all over the world and if everyone in the world were me, me, me, and me and me – you know, a Chinese me, and an Indian me, an American me, a Russian me black me, white me, Christian me, Muslim me, Hindu me, or atheist me - whatever me is, all is - and so on native me and foreign me just me, me , me, me, me (Oh, I just love this me!) everywhere me and then if I were the President of the world which I will surely be cos every me will choose me cos everyone will want me to be the President and with President Me no one will disagree and there’s no waste and the word will be so pleasant – cos I’m no ********* (will me want to hurt me?) And everything will be so easily arranged and every me will be in a happy world society as me is the best me to become every me One me will be the same as me and me happy is all happy And President Me need not worry about Opinion Polls and votes and what the people want and President Me need not give lies and Me People need not listen to **** cos it’s all just me, me, and me - and as if I don’t know what I think, and what I want, and as if I’d want to kick my own **** and so it’ll be a Presidency where everyone will be happy because all things are made for me and planned the way for me and it’ll be a perpetual everlasting Presidency for with everyone like me, everyone being me it’ll be always me coming new generations or old or dying or single moms and dads always me, me, me and more and more me, me, me, me for perpetuity and so how about you, what do you think? Wouldn’t it be all more efficient and the world a better place if everyone were like me? No, no…I don’t mean like you! Not like you, but like me, me, me, me, me, me, me… What do me think? But since you are like me, you are me I don’t need to know what you think Me no need to know what me thinks…
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Oct 9, 2010
Oct 9, 2010 at 7:19 PM UTC
if only all were like me
the world’s so unpredictable so different, difficult and uncomfortable often that I wish everyone were like me just like me, or better still, exactly like me… you’ll see, this is the only solution, logically – beyond the shadow of a doubt, as many are inclined to say, which expression in itself I find so inconvenient … you see because you and you and you are not like me it all becomes such a waste with all the negotiation and adjustments and time spent and funds depleted in persuasion and information campaigns but just imagine: if everybody were like me and I had to attend a meeting and of course everybody had to attend the meeting how convenient and efficient and quick that would be cos it’s all just me, me, me and me and yet more me, me, me, me and me… Indeed need we hold meetings at all? since it’s all me? Just me? Cos if you are me, and everyone else is me in my Brave New Me World, all me know what each me thinks and wants, than we need not meet me and one me wherever one is can initiate, conduct and finish the me meeting… You get me? and think of it on a national scale too… if everyone were like me, exactly like me – so that all we have is me, me, me and me and yet more me, me, me, me – imagine the nation in all its simplicity and convenience; there’d be no need to argue with me because me agrees with me and me is one religion, me is one will, one thought, one language (gibberish, but still one language) and everything in the nation will just have to be planned for me. Simple: satisfy me and satisfy all for it’s all me… for me is the Nation I leave it to you to think more of this Me Nation (or do you need some animation?) And that silly United Nations - do you think if everyone were like me or better still exactly like me, do we need to have all these delegates and dignitaries flying around (and sometimes shoes flying too) and eating half the UN funds in dinners and perks and sightseeing? Oh, think about it – if everyone were like me just as in the Me Nation you won’t have all this waste in Me UN… You don’t even need the UN; just Me is enough the Me UN… And what about the world? have you thought about it? with me all over the world and if everyone in the world were me, me, me, and me and me – you know, a Chinese me, and an Indian me, an American me, a Russian me black me, white me, Christian me, Muslim me, Hindu me, or atheist me - whatever me is, all is - and so on native me and foreign me just me, me , me, me, me (Oh, I just love this me!) everywhere me and then if I were the President of the world which I will surely be cos every me will choose me cos everyone will want me to be the President and with President Me no one will disagree and there’s no waste and the word will be so pleasant – cos I’m no ********* (will me want to hurt me?) And everything will be so easily arranged and every me will be in a happy world society as me is the best me to become every me One me will be the same as me and me happy is all happy And President Me need not worry about Opinion Polls and votes and what the people want and President Me need not give lies and Me People need not listen to **** cos it’s all just me, me, and me - and as if I don’t know what I think, and what I want, and as if I’d want to kick my own **** and so it’ll be a Presidency where everyone will be happy because all things are made for me and planned the way for me and it’ll be a perpetual everlasting Presidency for with everyone like me, everyone being me it’ll be always me coming new generations or old or dying or single moms and dads always me, me, me and more and more me, me, me, me for perpetuity and so how about you, what do you think? Wouldn’t it be all more efficient and the world a better place if everyone were like me? No, no…I don’t mean like you! Not like you, but like me, me, me, me, me, me, me… What do me think? But since you are like me, you are me I don’t need to know what you think Me no need to know what me thinks…
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Skeletons In The Closet In my closet I keep some bodies, killing people is one of my hobbies. I shoot people with my gun, then sell their organs just for fun. I skin their flesh and drain their blood, my back yard is nothing but red mud. Good thing my closet is extra wide, it's the perfect place for them to hide. I also enjoy golf and skiing, I also take in a bit of sightseeing. It helps me find people that don't matter, then their brains, I like to splatter. I fill my closet with plenty of bones, a bunch of people, who were just unknowns. No one even reports them missing, sometimes their skulls I like kissing. As I stalk my next victim, I charm them with my words of wisdom. I treat them like their my best friend, if they only knew, it was all pretend. I take them back to my place, hoping I have enough closet space. Then one night my house got raided, my hopes and dreams suddenly became faded. They locked me up and threw away the key, fifty counts of ****** in the first degree. My sentencing was for me to die, above the prison, my skeleton hangs high.
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Oct 15, 2013
Oct 15, 2013 at 12:47 AM UTC
Skeletons In The Closet
I'm freedom I'm pace I'm alone I'm grace I'm hardwork I'm no sleep I'm sightseeing while not leaving town I'm smiling I'm here I'm okay I'm great You're trees you're wind you're old smells you're handholding you're just a minute late you're dads truck you're nameless  you're a mystery right now  you're everything i could never hate Im on my way I'll find you soon I don't mind waiting for someone like you.
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Aug 12, 2015
Aug 12, 2015 at 12:47 AM UTC
I'm here, you're somewhere
**All aboard the Skylark, a cruise of mystery it comes highly recommended, excursion starts at three with a-tootle of the horn, sightseeing we set sail on Summer days, around the bay, then back for scones and tea. ...   ...   ...**
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Jan 29, 2012
Jan 29, 2012 at 11:30 AM UTC
... All Aboard The Skylark ...
Find constructed love a piecemeal beauty on those winding roads toward Memphis within rolling hills of kudzu the south, of red roads black birds and white in the swamp a shock cotton fields span quiet, still the machines sleeping the sun seeping the car were in, **** covered streaming tall black and pastel along cars friendly I also saw a prison carved in a hill side along a skinny road, Mississippi barb wire gem stone shine white sign, do not pick up hitch hikers the humidity, heavy guilt on dried clay boiled peanuts sightseeing in a crime scene
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Feb 13, 2015
Feb 13, 2015 at 2:45 PM UTC
The South
The unscrupulous cavalry shuffled aboard narrow lanes, Cutting in line towards Jager Bomb's tether,   Cluttered duffel bags concealing cheap champagnes, Passing cruise ship commuter's ruffled feathers. With their fake, "excuse me's" en route to the bar, Coercing the conductor who's been under the weather With smug smiles and counterfeit Cuban cigars. Leaving the harbor three sheets to the wind The cowards commandeered Grandparents pool chairs, A little past midnight with no foresight of end, An abrupt brawl broke out, fists flying through air. A sightseeing whale trip turned into a ship from hell, The assailants now held in a South of Wales cell.
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May 2, 2018
May 2, 2018 at 12:07 AM UTC
Carnivore Cruise
Blossoming jubilee Petals trickle down their symphonies Sharing gold-containing liquids of sweet nutrients Fellow friendly winds carry their children across manmade architecture Hugging onto hoodies and sightseeing before resigning into the soil To patiently grow into personal structures That will repeat the cycle of unified fields of family
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Nov 7, 2014
Nov 7, 2014 at 1:41 PM UTC
Grow
So. Wanna go out for a pint? That's what my dad says Every time we board a plane To England. We do everything thoroughly. Used to go every year, now His pension only allows every Other. It's only right for him if he Pays. I long since stopped arguing. He gets tired from walking and Sightseeing, but his eyes have that Boyishness during it all that Makes me believe in a God that Rewards deserving old men with Youth towards the end of old age.
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Jun 15, 2014
Jun 15, 2014 at 7:11 PM UTC
Of Old Age
Man looked at his wife as they were passing the crowd in the airport. She was enthusiastically chatting and laughing with their friends. If it was not for her deep desperation to have a baby, and her frustration with all their unsuccessful attempts at it, he could swear she is the happiest woman in the world. Their friends, , a young couple from their home country, were also on their way back home for a short visit.Initially, they were going to change their flights in the airport. Their next flight was delayed, however, and now they had to spend the night in the city. Their friends had decided to stay in the city a couple of days and attend a wedding. He knew that his wife wanted to go to the wedding too, but they were not invited. They all shared a cab to a nearby hotel and casino. As they walked up to the reception desk, he grew more and more paranoid about giving their personal information and credit card to the receptionist. He pretended that they were looking for a jazz club in that area. His wife and their friends were puzzled but they did not say anything. As they were leaving the hotel, he realized that their friends needed to stay somewhere for a couple of nights and were willing to get a room and share. But it was too late: they said goodbye and separated. The next morning the two of them decided to walk in the city and do some sightseeing. They soon found empty streets and a city that looked like it was hit by a disease. The man felt more and more uncomfortable and wish they had known where their friends had stayed. At noon, he suddenly remembered that they were supposed to take a morning flight. Surprisingly, he did not feel any urgency. He continued walking the empty streets but his wife went back to the hotel. At night, he was even more surprised to see that his wife was pregnant, almost nine month. Next morning, the man went out alone. The city had become a war zone. Tanks and militants were roaming around everywhere. In a few instances, he had to escape some of them who were trying to arrest him, and even got into a fight. He went back home in the evening to find out that his wife had delivered the baby. As he was watching his wife carrying the baby around and kissing the baby passionately, he suddenly realized what was going on. They were dead. That would explain all the strange things that had happened in the past couple of days. The man suddenly felt a deep comfort from solving the puzzle. He could almost feel an excitement, similar to that time, a few years back, when he accidentally hit a man on the street while driving and almost killed him. Satisfied with his discovery, he looked up and watched his wife playing with the baby. What an irony, he thought. She looked so happy and peaceful. He could break the news to her later.
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Apr 24, 2013
Apr 24, 2013 at 1:57 PM UTC
Short Story: Baby
Man looked at his wife as they were passing the crowd in the airport. She was enthusiastically chatting and laughing with their friends. If it was not for her deep desperation to have a baby, and her frustration with all their unsuccessful attempts at it, he could swear she is the happiest woman in the world. Their friends, , a young couple from their home country, were also on their way back home for a short visit.Initially, they were going to change their flights in the airport. Their next flight was delayed, however, and now they had to spend the night in the city. Their friends had decided to stay in the city a couple of days and attend a wedding. He knew that his wife wanted to go to the wedding too, but they were not invited. They all shared a cab to a nearby hotel and casino. As they walked up to the reception desk, he grew more and more paranoid about giving their personal information and credit card to the receptionist. He pretended that they were looking for a jazz club in that area. His wife and their friends were puzzled but they did not say anything. As they were leaving the hotel, he realized that their friends needed to stay somewhere for a couple of nights and were willing to get a room and share. But it was too late: they said goodbye and separated. The next morning the two of them decided to walk in the city and do some sightseeing. They soon found empty streets and a city that looked like it was hit by a disease. The man felt more and more uncomfortable and wish they had known where their friends had stayed. At noon, he suddenly remembered that they were supposed to take a morning flight. Surprisingly, he did not feel any urgency. He continued walking the empty streets but his wife went back to the hotel. At night, he was even more surprised to see that his wife was pregnant, almost nine month. Next morning, the man went out alone. The city had become a war zone. Tanks and militants were roaming around everywhere. In a few instances, he had to escape some of them who were trying to arrest him, and even got into a fight. He went back home in the evening to find out that his wife had delivered the baby. As he was watching his wife carrying the baby around and kissing the baby passionately, he suddenly realized what was going on. They were dead. That would explain all the strange things that had happened in the past couple of days. The man suddenly felt a deep comfort from solving the puzzle. He could almost feel an excitement, similar to that time, a few years back, when he accidentally hit a man on the street while driving and almost killed him. Satisfied with his discovery, he looked up and watched his wife playing with the baby. What an irony, he thought. She looked so happy and peaceful. He could break the news to her later.
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Look how time flies so fast, But my love for you will never last. You will always be my greatest love And you will always be the greatest thing that I have. Always remember that I will always be by your side To watch you while you're watching the other side of life. To nurture your mind will always be my priority, And you will always be my serendipity. When you were being delivered in the delivery room, It feels like I am sightseeing a thousand flowers that blooms. You're a light in the dark Of a small friction from our blood that sparked. Try to forget our past in the future And I will fulfill our moments in the present. You are the most amazing creature, And will forever be my nascent.
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Jul 1, 2016
Jul 1, 2016 at 7:55 AM UTC
Endless Uttered Affection of the Nascent (E.U.A.N)
Chanan closes his book. His companion has gone sightseeing. The coffee is drunk. The day is fine, the sky a watery blue, pale clouds drift. He sits and meditates on another coffee, another cigarette, watching passing crowds, visitors and natives of Dubrovnik. He raises a finger, a waiter nods, goes off. Chanan notices across the way, at another table, a woman sitting, hat red at an angle, slim fingers holding a holder with cigarette, the red lips, the blue dress, cleavage, crossed legs, red shoes. He studies her, takes in the hand on knee, the hand with holder, the fine way of inhaling and exhaling, the smoke drifting. She leans back, sky gazing, in between drags she sips her wine. He takes in the fine figure, the turn of head, the shoes of red. He imagines her (while his companion is out seeking the sights) coming to his room at the hotel, soft music playing, lights down low, wine bottle and glasses, the usual patter, the romantic air, the twin bed waiting. His coffee comes, the waiter departs, the woman stands as a man approaches, dark haired, slim figured, trimmed beard, well dressed, an air of affluence. They go off arm in arm, she wiggling her hot behind, her red shoes, tap-tapping. Chanan stumps out his cigarettes, sips his coffee, nothing ends like it seems, he is left with an empty evening and a lonely dream.
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Oct 12, 2013
Oct 12, 2013 at 2:37 PM UTC
A LONELY DREAM.
You're always asking me if I'm okay And I always keep my answers vague two thumbs way up, I hide my face eyes cemented shut, just another day stumble down the stairway eating out gourmet don't need a lifejacket in a sea of cabernet, (You okay?, Hey Rach?) been a few days since I've had a taste indentations in the blankets traced so I sit around, I don't mind the wait daydream until I leave this place Always chasing sensations and feelings sedation isn't quite the same as healing so I head to the gas station freewheeling fading and melting into silent sightseeing You're so special, a wild flame meeting petrol you don't love me, you love everyone I'm accidental, not fundamental so I watch it burn until it's overdone You're explosive, and I'm corrosive we probably shouldn't do this but when has anything interesting happened from doing what we should've Skip through the lushest meadow hope and pray I don't get stung I tiptoe, I tiptoe I'm afraid of bees and bugs
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Mar 8, 2018
Mar 8, 2018 at 10:27 PM UTC
okay
Looking towards the mountains, In the ceaseless hike of living, Is it us who's taking step, Or are we self deceiving? The raging winds in sorrowful snow, And fear shaking beneath, Are we feeling it all, Or are we sightseeing? The high mountain summit, Where we look to feel alive, Is it the sight that we need, Or what lays underneath it? To play upon our burden, To act as if it's myth, To make us be the things that we don't see ourselves being. We need to look deeper, We need to reach further, We need to embrace it, we need it, to receive it. Or if we just ignore it, Cover it up with being, We lose sight of our self, and sight of our beginning. Lets hope the lone hiker, Looking towards the mountains, Can reach the deepest heights, And see what needs seeing; And what there is to be seen, Gives him a farther sight. Lets hope he keeps seeing, Lets hope he keeps reaching.
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Apr 25, 2022
Apr 25, 2022 at 7:18 AM UTC
The Sight of the Mountains
Thank You Mr. Barstow For your beautifully narrated Video of family camping During the summers from 1957 to 1961 The five-member Barstow family Of Wethersfield,  Connecticut, Set out to visit all 48 Of the then United States of America On a series of month-long camping trips They made sure To go swimming in each of the Great Lakes The family members Positioned their bodies So they would Create the first letter Of each lake All the lakes looked so similar They came up with this idea as a way to know Which lake they were pictured in Priceless The son rolls up the back window Of the station wagon It reads, "Y'all Come Sightseeing South Summer - 1959 It is great to see an American family Having so much fun May God continue to bless the Barstow family
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Mar 5, 2015
Mar 5, 2015 at 12:39 AM UTC
The Barstow Family Visits the Lower 48 in Five Summers (1957-1961)
A garden filled with thorns, Yet a rose, a special rose that has grown. It stands above the rest, Even in this wonderful flower bed. She is the only rose that has no thorns, A beautiful stem, clear, easily sown Only beauty it has shown. She was picked, No bleeding, no ***** Carried upon with a gentle hand. She was brought onto some distant lands, Upon the paved path, oh what have they seen; The sun is setting warmth and danger we feel. The moon, not yet to arrive Along the bushes we hide. While seeking for the light, The atmosphere cared so bright A great sightseeing for the fireflies. As we stare upon the vast sky, They dance with colors as they fly Smile upon your face will be my warmth of unforgettable On how this cold night transverse beyond something loveable. We have slept on the soft touch of the grass, "Oh! few petals on this lass", The sun shone brighter As we get up, the journey wasn't over. Across the lands, Beyond this pass We have encountered some wild packs. They seem wild and tensed, A few caress you have lent They weren't ferocious nor tenacious They looked so adorable and precious. A wolf became a friend, Where your heart began to mend He followed your tracks, He lead off to a good path. He cared for you on how much you cared for him, Never his eyes became too dim We may not reach the end, We have walked as we can. Made possibilities and room for chances, Chances that will give you a good ending. But as soon we have stepped there is a better leading The journey along the way, ain't it Easy and susceptible? We may find answers what is desirable. You have been a rose, a beautiful rose I have ever met. Your every petal is a special one to be kept.
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Apr 26, 2021
Apr 26, 2021 at 1:00 PM UTC
Special Petal
A garden filled with thorns, Yet a rose, a special rose that has grown. It stands above the rest, Even in this wonderful flower bed. She is the only rose that has no thorns, A beautiful stem, clear, easily sown Only beauty it has shown. She was picked, No bleeding, no ***** Carried upon with a gentle hand. She was brought onto some distant lands, Upon the paved path, oh what have they seen; The sun is setting warmth and danger we feel. The moon, not yet to arrive Along the bushes we hide. While seeking for the light, The atmosphere cared so bright A great sightseeing for the fireflies. As we stare upon the vast sky, They dance with colors as they fly Smile upon your face will be my warmth of unforgettable On how this cold night transverse beyond something loveable. We have slept on the soft touch of the grass, "Oh! few petals on this lass", The sun shone brighter As we get up, the journey wasn't over. Across the lands, Beyond this pass We have encountered some wild packs. They seem wild and tensed, A few caress you have lent They weren't ferocious nor tenacious They looked so adorable and precious. A wolf became a friend, Where your heart began to mend He followed your tracks, He lead off to a good path. He cared for you on how much you cared for him, Never his eyes became too dim We may not reach the end, We have walked as we can. Made possibilities and room for chances, Chances that will give you a good ending. But as soon we have stepped there is a better leading The journey along the way, ain't it Easy and susceptible? We may find answers what is desirable. You have been a rose, a beautiful rose I have ever met. Your every petal is a special one to be kept.
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