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Natasha Ivory Feb 2017
For the past two years, I've written parts of this in my mind and it never felt right to put pen to paper until now.
I needed to reach a place of peace and full forgiveness to fully express to you the language of my heart, in a way that would voice transparently true and real.
Whether I ever send this to you or not, it's finally on a tangible form of matter and emptied from my busy mind and heart, making room for more of what matters.
I hope this finds you well.

Written below is life.

The fear, desolation, loss, pain, abandonment, loneliness, sickness, regrets, rejection and utter disbelief, became a platform for growth.
Stretching my mind and heart to endure more than I thought I could handle and the belief that I could possibly die from a heartbreak, built me.
You've missed out on beauty.
Watching Gavin grow from the daily tears of losing his pawpaw and wondering when you were going to come back, to the occasional question about his past and he's grown into already completing multiplication equations at the age of 6. He aspires to be a paleontologist and travel the world, with a map tacked large across his bedroom wall, nestled in our home, the one that overflows with unconditional love. That allows breakdowns to happen, because we've all been there. He's come from daily tears to hilarious mannerisms and has a personality that every person, from his barber to his Taekwondo instructor, have fallen in love with. He still wakes up to silly songs every morning and is known as Best Buddy because he's the best boy that's ever lived. He knows he  is loved, despite the small ache that I know still gnaws at his tender heart from time to time and I've built a community of strength around him to assure him that he's safe.
Emily has grown into a strong beautiful almost woman. She's already chosen a career path and she strives daily to achieve small goals in order to reach the large ones. Mapping out her sophomore and junior year to be completed in one with home studies, and I'm amazed at her drivenness. She is kind, sincere, forgiving, understanding, smart and wonderfully gracious and thoughtful. She battled with severe anxiety after losing our home and went through months of cognitive therapy and medications to help her sleep. To now having voluntarily stopping the therapy, weening off of the medication, working out daily, eating healthy and taking on multiple babysitting jobs. This life pain has taught her that people make mistakes, that nothing in life is certain and to cling to your family tight because it's all that matters.
Kaitlyn still has her peculiar Ramona Quimby mischievous traits and never fails to ask the same mind boggling questions at the most in-opportune times. She's as tall as Emma and is drop dead beautiful. Her grades are exceptional and she's passionate about fitness and loves her friends. She was one of three 6th graders to make the competitive cheer team at her school, that cut 15 girls at tryouts.
What I Love most about her is her genuine thankfulness. Every time I check out a register at the grocery store or buy her things as simple as a toothbrush, she expresses gratitude like no one I've ever known.

The sleepless nights spent tossing and turning crying myself to sleep, replaying the story over and over in my head, have now turned to bright beautiful mornings.

I wake up to a person that makes it his daily goal to remind me that I matter & that I'm loved.
He's endured the tears flooded that followed with anxiety drenched vomiting, held me and told me that I'm the most beautiful, even in those states.
He's made me laugh from deep down in the belly, accepted all of my flaws and encouraged me like, never before.
He hides notes throughout the house and in my personal belongings so that I'll read them. In hopes that the words he's written will sink into my subconscious, the same way that the ink sunk into the paper and I'll finally believe my worth.

So, thank you.
For pushing me out.
For giving me the opportunity to see even more immense beauty in my children, forcing my heart to become bold and strong and giving me the die or fight strength to blossom into the Fierce woman that I've become.
I needed to prove you wrong when you spoke words of death over my life, "you're children will never amount to anything, because they have you as a mother".
Every new friend that I meet and families we befriend, are in awe of my relationship with my children and always congratulate me on having raised them into kind respectful people.
Thank you, for shaking my life so heavily that I was able to really know who God is, more deeply than ever. Forgiveness became a whole new meaning to me and my kids watched as all of the pieces healed and they've been able to heal right along side of me. Loving flawed and leading with love has become a staple of our home and lives and this learned trait will be inherent within them for the remainder of their lives. So once again, thank you.
I am where I'm supposed to be.
It's not unfinished business.
The pain is almost fully healed and I'm grateful to have experienced the pain and loss.
So that I can grasp what's at hand whole heartedly.
The sun still continues to rise, as you used to say and the morning fog lifting daily stripped the hardness from my heart.
You came into my life for a reason and a season and I wish you nothing but prosperity, love and happiness. Best wishes on the remainder of your life journey and I hope you have found peace, love and all of the wonderful joys that God freely gives.
Farewell.

Sincerely,

Natasha Ivory Evans
Finding forgiveness.
Copyright © Natasha Ivory Evans 2016
Mateuš Conrad Apr 2017
english humour?
       they call it black...
             black as in: i 'aven the foggiest...
sure... it's witty, but up to
the point where slapstick origins
do a dodo and ******* into nothing
while at the same time inviting canned laughter...
               it's black humour they say:
what... you mean bile?
                  now ask a pole about
humour... and he'll be like:
         i'm flying a kite over auschwitz...
i can't believe it's two things at once:
   a "tourist" attraction for some...
                an islamic deterrent, for others.
sure... we can fire up the ovens once more...
             it'll be like that scene in the hobbit
where a few dwarfs started to imbue
life into the abandoned mine of the lonely mountain...
see... that's the thing with english humour,
in that it's black... in that it's too intelligent,
which makes a lunatic laughing for no
perceptible reason...
            enigma jokes... you know the kind...
       but a comedy that forgets itself, having
origins in a schadenfreude... well, it becomes
desperate... it's gagging for an auxiliary settlement
to be staged in the first place:
  canned laughter, enforced laughter,
                  the tyrannical face of western humour:
***** you better laugh! or i swear i'll do
      sum-fin                    nah      sss    tee... tea...
                ty           ti      taikwondo,   taekwondo?
eh?
                   this is starting to look, very much
like kabbalah for the party kids...
                 let's levitate an inch above the alphabet
and **** around with syllables...
         chi       chai                 china       chichen itza
chicken eats ya                 oh you... yes you.
       that's the thing though:
   translate humour from poland into english...
                             it's night... and it's foggy...
             and there's no moon...
                         or crescent... of that northern
star that sometimes aligns itself
        when there's a crescent and you think:
turkey!            no! no!                         pakistan!
                           pompous bozos...
     but this magazine is funny...
   first they write an article that's sorta related to
serge gainsbourg - and then onto
                the doctor who tweaks the faces
      of millennials
-
                and i'm thinking: did i suddenly get something
wrong?
            what a horrid piece...
                   it's journalism, for sure...
   but i'm thinking: the stepford wives...
                  austin powers: fem-bots...
                                ex_machina robot *** slaves...
no, nothing else...
              let's just say i'd sooner find a £110 an hour
bulgar ******* in her 40s more desirable
          than these women think they'll become...
                odd, isn't it?
                             so you pay ten quid to enter
the brothel... and there they are: sitting pretty
                               and all the more intimidating...
a £110 an hour beauty...
                and then this drops into my lap...
an article about my generation bracket doing
  all this fancy **** with bough-toxicity that leads
neither to the roots, nor to the drowning-man's
arms of branches trying to cuddle or at least
                          allow birds to perch on them...
  now i'm really going to have fun with this...
                  pinch of malice, dab of a rotting corpse
of a fox... hey presto! you're in essex,
                                   with the cliche of oranges.  
                        poo poo pout! ooh!      
                              **** underwear or a diaper?        
as random as you can get...
                           but you know what this boils
down to? obviously on a serious note...
    it's whether you care for darwinism or
etymology more.
                         i'm pretty sure the monkey and
the man will lead        (led) - leash - huh? -
           lee lee....                    le!             ole!
(acute e missing, couldn't be bothered inserting it) -
     it's almost like bypassing the whole genus
concept... of family traditions...
   e.g. the family ****.... the tradition? sapiens!
  i wish that was true...
                            how about proto erectus?
or    mono erectus?
                              darwinism has become such a yawn
after it became a form of cultural indoctrination...
    honestly... i rather go to a zoo and watch
a monkey scratch it's ***... sniff it's hand
and then scratch it's head...
                   so yeah... etymology...
     i just spent the afternoon shooting words out
of my gob, going: well... that's funny...
          a dog with three legs, go!
       w                ł
  
                          v                ­        there...
    you'll get v'eh (fff'uckers!) joke łen sum' fin
                     really 'appens...
             and ven... you'll be like:  please me sir...
         m'ah  łoman -            went into labour...
        plus there's no concept of v in polish (st. paul
on a leash) -
                      there's w = v
               there's  ł = w
                                                       and there's u.
back to the botox beauties...
                                          at £110 an hour?
these bulgar women? (they're not *** slaves
if they get paid) -
                               what's the difference?
   they're mandible...
                              like play-dough...
                                like clay... you can mould them
into an ******... these instagram perfectionists?
         why would i want to **** a porcelain girl?
i'd be scared to **** her thinking i might break her...
   but back to quasi-etymology, that's quasi
for a bilingual fascination...
                   winda (v) = lift... so no, it's not windy
        when govinda yawns... qui?
     wróbel (v) = sparrow...
                      or...          in the russian currency...
     hold a sparrow in your hand? you're... a ******* millionaire!
               tulipan = tulip
                        tu (here) is where you impress your lips -
    and that is an actual conjunction, i.e. tu -
                                       róża = rose
         hmm... maczuga! maczuga = bludgeon...
      wω                             buttocks, with a missing H:
                               or wow or: woah!
        curve 'ere v(u)               ******* sharpenings 'ere ω(w).
honestly, i still think that there's been a diacritical
****... two proofs:                 i          and             j.
         that's ****... it's presupposing that ι (ιota)
                            needs a diacritical mark hanging over
it, a bit like damocles' sword....
        just hanging above it on a single hair of
a horse's mane... i'm guessing it's also called:
                                                      pre­cursor of the violin.
but if you really want to pronounce an acute z (ź) -
      you'll have to use a syllable from the word euthanasia.
oddly enough, when in st. petersburg
   i didn't spot a single mcdonalds...
                       it's like this odd feeling that you're
in a chiral environment, being used to seeing this
  outpost in little england...
                   and they don't really drink coca cola either...
they drink this carbohydrate drink called квас (kvas -
    western slavic?                    acid) -
           and eat pancakes with orange caviar...
black caviar? that's for the opera people who
  nibble on it on canapés... orange caviar is
                for the no nonsense people.
John Stevens Dec 2016
12-08-2016
So My granddaughter Lucy, seven, is watching videos of taekwondo.  She practiced on me, her grandfather and was rather successful on some of the moves. This goes on for a while and then she asks if I would get her a dummy... for Christmas... one without arms... to practice on. "Please grandpa." I said I would think about it.

Now her brother 11 is on the sofa. Earbuds installed.  She looks over at him and said after a pause or two "Or.... I could practice on Tony".
The kid is always thinking. And Tony has arms.
Stuff is the beginning of Stuff

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mike dm Apr 2016
what to do.
where to go.
how to

get
there.

icy whitened teeth gleam earthy chartreuse canine slant glyph
is, really,
the only possession that

i have
on my person,
in my backpack.

---- well, err that, and
this flat slab of lit stone,
thought up by small gods,
and made by smaller people that live in
far far away binary lands that eat the sky
with rolling saturated ebony clouds,
which help smelt those inner beings of light,
and force them inside these tablets -
which I, then, use
to inscribe my

scream-of-conscience
wrought into thinky pixel arc
across the once blank page.

all is not well. sure. i get that.
but the visible spectrum
still bows forth colorings
in the hurt skies above,
over metro rush and mirth cursed.

but we still
can rewrite it.

this
is
why
i sit.

alone.

this monkish
quietude
i exist in:

living room consumed.
it's where, under a relatively nice high ceiling,
i do my

pirouettes,
yogic forays,
and taekwondo kicks

on the apt. faux hardwood floor; or

i am laid out in unmade bed
with a small boring hole 10 microns across,
drilling into my slurring skull -once removed-
it's lonely dome
grasped by two trusty amputated hands
of mine. my two floating seers roam free,
searching out a truer scene.

i mean, what im trying to say is:

the road
calls
me;

long languid abyss strip cruising
blurring lights through
spaceytime-ish. it's silly,

really, how i always
get ants inside my bones. home is not
a concept i know; nor wish to.

i have
resting glitch
syndrome.

new glyphs always are calling me,
like **** Sirens licking my every sense,
filling all my holes with fallen lily petals.

come
save me,
my poet.

ride me
into your
own. fix me into
your hip bones, protruding
toward it.

be
mine.
mover
too.
us
pushpulling
flux.
Sirenes Apr 2015
"Mommy I want to be just like you"
You snorted and looked up from the sewing machine:
Do you want to be poor?
But Mummy I never knew poverty
I never compared my clothes to other kids' clothes
Because you had perfected
The art of making them yourself
And perhaps you could not afford a babysitter
So we went bellydancing together
I remember I was 7
We got to play basketball and football
Practice swimming and Taekwondo
And maybe there were times when things weren't so easy
But you always gave all you had
Carried the world on your sholders
With your head held high
You let me walk freely against all your instincts
Because it was the right thing to do
Pulled me back right on time
And trusted again, like nothing had gone wrong
Fought for my honor like a fierce lioness
Forgave me my mistakes
And shielded me from the worst
Never gave up on our broken relationship
So when I say:
"Mommy I want to be just like you"
I mean I want to Love Unconditionally just like you
And maybe all parents do blame themselves
For everything possible and indeed, impossible
But I don't blame you and I cannot thank you enough
<3 Mommy <3
Cadence Apr 2018
Oh glorious you
With eyes that speak and tongue that listens
With heart that takes note
With breath that catches
With gut that is wise and circumspect
With intentions that come from the deepest place of respect
With skin that burns and seeks to be touched in return
With feet that catch pavement and swiftly kick ***
With an *** like that
With a soul never to be silenced
With rice and wine and herbs and salt of the earth
With powerfully vulnerable self-aware
Tsunami and koi pond share a space in your being
With tea ceremony, taekwondo and a powerful girl with the face of a man you once knew
Aura of violet, red and green
And every experience in between
Each rib and knuckle
With all of your growth and all you know
The way your body moves through space
Intentional, each fiber strives for the language of interconnection
That divine word you spell without realizing
And upon being spoken, slips away
Never to be taken for granted, cliche or token
That ephemeral piece which science has yet to describe
That peace you eternally seek 
That wisdom, if anybody, oh glorious you will find
A love letter to myself
KV Srikanth Jan 2021
Fabricated  Flavian
Incipient Vespasian
Inaugurated Titus
Gift to People
Colosseum in Rome
100 day Carnival
****** Festival
5000 Gladiators
65000 Viewers
Battled for Prize
Stay Alive
Loosing is Death
Not allegorical
Brutal game
Of the sword
Survival  fittest
Weak and Meek
No place to seek
Vultures in Air
Hiding for  hide
Man vs Man
Man vs Animals
72 AD
Valor was Order
Blood like River
Charmed Spectator
Remained Rewarded
Unfit Segregated
Spartans Vikings Gladiators
Warriors tuned to Glory
Ruled Ruthlessly
Notoriety inherent
Nobility deterrent
Rome was Home
Battle of this Proportion
Colosseum Shook
Under the Ground
Shocked and Awed
Of its latest Participants
Year was 1972
Entered the 2
Into the Colosseum
Bodies Forged
Trained Decades
Skills Mastered
Fought Many
Opponent & Enemy
Laid wayside
Almighty hesitated
Of being eliminated
Bruce Lee
Greatest Martial Artist
Kicking Sway
Faster than a car
On a Motor Freeway
Hands like Lightning
Movement invisible
Blink and Miss
Dont blink still miss
Fighting without Fighting
Spiritual insight
Founder Jeet Kune Do
Fighter and Philosopher
None Deadlier
Ip man his teacher
Chuck Norris
Seven time World Champion
Black Belt 9th Dan
Taekwondo, Jujitsu ,Judo
Founder Chun Kuk Do
Roundhouse Kick
Neck Split
Kicking Punching
Throwing Grappling
Opponent Gasping
Way to Survive
None did
To give the Answer
Karate Triple Crown
Was his own
Had to give way
Away from fights remain
Others to stake claim
Battle of All Time
Warm ups began
Backs facing
Punching and Kicking
Head touching feet
Kicks in the air
None to compare
Stances taken
Face to Face
Fight to Death
Audience and Refree
A black Cat.
Nine minute battle
Epics looked like Comics
Vikings  would have crowned them Kings
Gladiators and Spartans
Pale in comparison
Greeks had Gods
Gods had these two
Combat made them One
Bruce won by Winning
Chuck won by Dying
Art won by Respecting
People won by watching
Imitation flattery
Millions inclined
Bullies declined
Posititivity filled the Space
World a better place
Till end of time
Oneness in Duality
Lesson in Spirituality
Collaborated one on one
Bruce and Chuck
Global phenomenon
Black cat ,Bad Omen
Go watch Way of the Dragon
KV Srikanth Feb 2021
Glorified and Mystified
Liked and Loved by all
Worshipped by fans
Of Martial arts and films
Facts and Memes
Every Mans dream

Black Belts
Dan and Beyond
Multiple Styles
Ahead by Miles

Heavy Middle Light
Weight class to fight
Opponents none on par
Set high the bar

Champion of the World
Tournament a loop
Outcome similar
Title familiar

Professional fighter
6 time World beater
Held the Champion title
World record Still
No easy slot to fill

Laconic and Shy
Bullied by every  guy Routinely insulted
Ran home everyday
Avoid being humiliated

Law of nature
Cause of plight
Own nature
Cause of more plight
Stand before class and read
Very thought made face go Red

Alcoholic father
Abusive in nature
Job never secure
Family made to wander


Constantly on the move
Friends none bar one
Roots to a community none
Damage to self done


Raised by Women
To conquer men
Mother and hers
Values and Attitude
Lessons in Positivity
Subconscious mind
Weeded out negativity

Karate Triple Crown
Was his to be worn
2 times in a row
Had to make way
By being away
Others could make a claim
To wear the same

Taekwondo in Korea
Judo at the base
Dedication and Passion
Rigorous and tough
Relentless in pursuit
Blood Sweat and Time
Black Belts Dan  Nine
Time at base
Turning phase
Identified inner strength

Friendship with Bruce Lee
Axis of change  was to be
Sparred at his home
Co Starred in Rome.

Way of the Dragon
****** at the Coliseum
Last film on the location
Viewer attained Salvation
Battle with Lee
Global phenomenon
Body mind Soul
Shocked and Awed
Alpha Males inferior
Sidelined forever
Never has Gods creation
Been this close to perfection
Captured imagination
Audience Worldwide
Had never witnessed
Fight of Epic proportion

Bit by the acting bug
Student and Superstar
Steve McQueen
Helped Channel the dream
By encouraging to try
The acting profession
For which he
Had a longing

As an actor
Classes to master
Films as lead
Kick started career

Roundhouse kicks
Cash registers tick
Pinnacle of fame
Household name
Action and Drama
Comedy and fantasy
Focused on quality

Name above the Title
Cinema Halls Full
Across Continents
Rising in rank
End if each films run
Millions in the bank

Signed to star
Showcasing Martial art
Action series
First of its kind
Cordell Walker
Texas Ranger

9 Seasons on the box
Prime time slot
Hyperkinetic  Yarn
Blitzkrieg Action
Showcasing talent
Record viewership
Rating remained
At the top
Over 100 nations saw
Kicks punches and guns draw
Wanted more
There was a line to draw

Foundation founded
Kick Drugs the focus
Street kids to Karate
Millions benefiting
Streets staying clean
A long time dream
Children under care
Wonders for America

Test of Popularity
Bridge in Hungary
That's another story
Require another poetry

Won every poll
Most recognized face
Same for the name
Movie or TV
Always at the
Top of his game

High up in the Party
As a Republican
Naturally for a Texan
Committed to the cause
Refused posts of power
Believes that inner

Biggest Cult hero
Of all time
Proclaimed the magazine Time
Internet Generations
Global sensation
One thing he never asked for
Has to thank Ian Spector

The book of facts
Social media Behemoth
30 million hits a day
Contributed by all
16000 and coming
Funny and relevant
4 Volumes of Bestsellers
Millennials are also followers

Epitome of Confidence
Example for Humility
Known for Hospitality
Treats all equally
The greatest human quality
Love towards humanity
Symbol of Positivity

Soldier Fighter
Actor Writer  Rancher
Producer Teacher
Martial Artist Philanthropist
Novelist Reformist

Lead a  quality life
Overcome obstacles
Be an example
Have Character
Help the poor
Share your Skills
Against All Odds
Optimize inner strength
Power of within
All the above
In One  Man
Lucky we are
To live in the
Same era

The name is
CARLOS RAY NORRIS
who for all of  us is
Dearest  CHUCK
Founder CHUN KUK DO
Salmabanu Hatim Mar 2019
a drunkard husband
a thief and drug addict son
took taekwondo class
3/3/2019.
Taekwondo martial arts which originated from Korea
Mateuš Conrad Oct 2022
sq.
i.e. squadron
not sq.
i.e. square.

i was never going to go quietly into the "gentle night": if i were i go into the night i would awake the gods and lay claim to the mountains and the seas! i would pass the night with earthquakes and storms the earth has never seen! all because a ****** akin to a fictional character was spawned that undermined: less of a self and more of of a hierarchy of Darwinism... the proper order of "things"..."

well, it was a perfect day, a Matthew met a Matthew at the
bus-stop... i don't know why people confide in me...
our first meeting he was slagging a friend off...
he was into Taekwondo or was it Jujitsu...
he's having a hearing on the 21st of October for assaulting
someone, for insulting his Missus...
oh **** me: the honour of women?!
if women can't defend their own honours and airs...
what's there for me to do: mindless retorts coupled
with more mindless violence?
if that's what it takes to keep a woman? **** that...
but we talked... so, what's prison like?
i know a little background... i work with an ex-prison guard...
i know that the nonces are isolated and kept like
dodos in the prison system...
so it's not like Shawkshank Redemption...
more like Porridge? yeah... more like Porridge...
i too love women, but let me tell you, Matthew,
one Matthew said to another:
my grandmother was a *****...
he was dying for about a month...
when did she call me? a day before he died...
he was already in a hospice suffering from AGONIA...
i swear to my heart's content that
the telephone is no ******* cul de sac...
i was looking at the girl sitting next to us...
once Matthew no. 1 got off Matthew no. 2 was taking note:
she started sniffing and almost slobbering...
about to cry... TOUGH!

the shift at Wembley was a breeze...
quirky little me:
i'll support the Lionesses but i will not support the Three Lions
on a shirt... i'll support the women's international football:
thank **** those ***** best those Yankee ***** 2:1...
if those ******* are under performing i don't know
what i will do! they better be the best in the world!
and? currently?! they are!
good! they should be!

but i can't support the male team... i have my favourite
male team already... Argentina or Germany...
why? it's sport.... there's no clarifying why...
i finished the shift at 11pm... i would have been
come at circa 1am but i had to detour...
eh... brothel traffic... i was readied up... resorted to some
proper *******... i like a good **** like
i need to breathe... i need "vs." there's a good **** in place...

obviously i had to wait...
i was waiting for this plumb bursting cherry of a number...
she just came back from Romania and i just itched to
slap her ***... but she wasn't available...
thief! thief! awake!
who was available? i don't know her name:
well, i do, but i have forgotten it...
i remember her face alright...
and her most benevolent healthy pair of ****...
i could forget the existence of pears
and apples with them in my hands...

i showered prior to ******* after giving her the money...
i think women greatly appreciate the hygiene of
a man... i need to wash myself... i simply... have to!
after the shift i just look at these fuckless men...
some a tier above me in the workforces' hierarchy
who wallow in LEGO constructions and here i am...
******* off to the brothel...
well... if you have specific hobbies you either end up
wanting women or not wanting them:
bibliophilic "nuances" make you want women more
and more...
last time i heard i've only performed about
two ****** positions... and neither party is bored...
her on top or me arching over her in a missionary clutch...
arching...

i need *** as much as food...
not as much as air....
but no ******* DWARF is going to usurp / hide my hungers
in a fictive tale of games... now my game...
i bought 500ml of dry 8.2% cider... drank it
walking around with the moon on a "leash"...
rubbing my **** in the night...
just checking... healthy... blood's pumping...
sipped about 20cl from a 70cl of a bottle of Brandy...
kept rubbing: still healthy...
i really want this chubby cherry cherub of a ****
that's been away for almost a month...

bad luck... i had to have this one i first met while
having a ******* who performed the most pristine
hand-job... second time? i still don't know her name...
i don't remember having ******* with her...
just oral ***... oh... now i remember...
she implored me to not kiss her...
like **** that's going to happen this time round...
obviously i had to steal a kiss from her lips!
and i did!
i stole a kiss, i stole her lips...
does it matter is she ****** off a "dwarf" prior to me?
nope!

the skin of men is like the leather of animals drafted
into curating chairs and, etc.,
the more use the said material encounters...
the better it is...
            a **** always tastes and is worked better if it was
been worked by the many rather than the few...
for the first time i felt that i had a proper Kama Sutra
phallus... i was matched to a ****!
i was too big for once!

i was only halfway in when she started contorting her face
with a pain-agony...
it was rather beautiful to watch...
because i love that taste of uncertainty
when it comes to how a woman is pleasured and how she
is displeasured and what the **** is up with *******:
i don't want to know...

that's when she started admiring my hair chest
and hairy stomach... rubbing through the hairs...
that's when i started my war against Tyrion Lannister...
then she moved to fiddling with my beard...
and she called me... oh **** me: fiction dies right here and now:
she called me a Leu... yep... a Lion...

why then asked for my name: Matthew...
she didn't believe me... i growled my second name: Conrad...
settled!
we smoked and drank some more of the brandy...
i managed to "steal" a scarf from the match...
what a quick to steal: kleptomaniac...
sure... you can have the scarf... just give me one more
cigarette!

nothing can compare to the tender-firmness of a decent
pair of *******...
but kept asking: kept asking: what are you looking at?!
what are you looking at?!          YOU!
can't i... why are you looking at my so intensely?!
why?! WHY?! because i want my mouth
to turn into an eye and i want my eye sockets to
become two mouths with which to eat you with!

i'm tired of abstracting! to truly love women
you need about 3 or 4 passions,
if it's drinking: it must be drinking with a measure for
the appetite for woman: greater than the appetite
for drinking... if it's an appetite for books...
the appetite must be less than the appetite for reading
a woman's face during *******...
she must ask you:
why are you looking at me so intensively?!

sure, i too could have my Jamie Lannister moment
with a first cousin, a Justine, revealed...
my aunt, not much than 5 years removed from me....
me and my great-grandmother...
she and her grandmother....
running barefoot in the rain...
sorry are the stories we tow...

now i'll smoke a marijuana joint and
sleep the deepest of depths of nothings the world
will ever "learn" to fathom.
My mind needs to be effected
Corrective  Surgery suggested
For the purple leaves and ******* crush I've just  ingested... infected
Like a parasite
With little legs.
A hairy chest.
And garys ******* famous vest....

My co chair next to me. Is trained in taekwondo
And unprotected **** ***...
You flex you face
A man that cant abstain from ***
Hell **** you
Than bear mace your naked ***.
And break your legs and neck...

The voices in my head.
Say I didnt want to say this.
But it's funny take a joke.
Smile your white.
And I just may be a racist
after reading the article
(published in the July + August 2024
issue of Mother Jones)
titled Raging bull - Donald Trump's
pugilistic spokesman has taken
campaigning to a whole new level of low.

Beyond the lookout
for Huyen "Steven" Cheung
(born June 23, 1982)
an American political advisor
Donald Trump's campaign spokesman
in the 2023–24 Republican primary
and served in the Donald J. Trump administration.

He previously worked in Trump's 2016
and 2020 campaigns.

Brilliant gifted package of brains and brawn,
his crude quips against opponents,
(which includes politicians of all stripes),
cut down and figuratively quartered
reduced courtesy raw bits of biting riposte
forced into thralldom, cuz Trump world
adversaries sacrificial fodder roasted alive
all stops pulled out except blood relatives,
where merciless cutthroat antagonism drawn
sycophants molded like putty in the hands
of Voodoo magic spellcaster henchman
disabling staunch radical transgressors

think how frozen blinded deer fawn,
videre licet buckle under headlights glare
immobilized lifeless body
courtesy invisible hawn
fricasséeing, mincing, skewering,
and frankly zapping unwitting victim
par for the coarse faux jambon,
or sprinkled as rich nutrient
upon manicured lawn
housing consecrated ashes
disintegrated lovely bones of Memnon
stands proud as genetic product of Nippon.

Upon first immediate glance
his seventy two plus inches
presents overshadowing, looming,
and hulking mound of flesh
capped with large oblong head,
his likeness surpasses,
supersedes, and summons
idealistic awesomeness of
(Jean Jacques Rousseau) noble savage
beastie boy incarnate,
nevertheless he only poses a menace
to any and all who cross his path.

His physical prowess proved time and again
evident as high school football player then
soon thereafter, he channeled latent might
as martial arts fan
and dabbled in taekwondo,
and Muay Thai boxing
answering the call to ring communications
linkedin to testosterone laden
UFC (Ultimate Fighting Championship).

I would not wish to be caught,
in a dark alley with him;
me, who (resembles an aging hippie
and long haired baby boomer)
with accidental affectations somewhat effete
laud a fellow generally antithetical
to my quiet and gentle mien;
no matter yours truly tauts his grandeur

on well poised amazingly graceful feet
exhibits art in motion,
and ability to throw a judicious punch
combined with said averred
robust pillar of strength
being politically savvy
and whip smart to boot
qualities I envy and admire.

Quite challenging,
yet not quite impossible mission
to wax poetic toward an individual
exemplifying the complete antithesis
of mine body, mind and spirit
and synonymous with flattering a bully
for the shear confident bravado
exhibited, which winning qualities
guarantee a success brand
within cutthroat political
webbed wide world effects expand
ever outwar affecting mien kampf

analogous to a monstrous tropical storm
acknowledged as more powerful
(than my measly, and wimpy strength)
that doth move inland,
which earth-shaking event headline
sells papers at the newsstand
years from now techniques
of his stellar machismo masterfully characterized
courtesy elephant gingerly
standing, grandstanding, and balancing on one foot
will serve as object lesson for aspirants
nasty brutish modus operandi
scrutinized, schooled and scanned.
Love Jan 2018
You are right, hard as I try. I'm not the bravest. I think in manifests in the little things, like my passiveness. I got bullied, but I think I let them. I did scream, I did cry, I did back away, but I think truth was, I wanted someone to come save me. All those moves, and ironically, I knew taekwondo when I was being bullied. I could have tried more. But I didn't and there goes three years of my life being the hit-bag for a group of four girls.

Even Josh calls me a carpet. A rug. Someone anyone will walk over. For friends like Josh and Faz. They knew my weakness, it was blatant, but they didn't let anyone else take advantage of me. They were fiercely protective. Josh was outspoken when my ex, Hari tried to speak to me. He scolded me for entertaining Hari. I was an idiot I admit, but I also didn't realise where their protectiveness came from.

I was probably a dumb idiot.

It's along those times when I'm hanging with them, playing ball that you came to the court. This was after that conversation and I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to meet you. That I wasn't waiting to see you again, to talk to you.

But with the two of them. I felt so so shy.

You are easily the hottest guy I've ever met and it's so much more easier to approach you when I'm alone, rather than when I'm surrounded by my friends. Not very brave of me.

It took a couple of run-in's before I found the courage to talk to you. Ironically, when all my friends were there. And ****, I knew deep down that you were the one, I wasn't that blind to the sparks. But my cynicism kept me at bay. He's older. He's the alpha of any group and you're just a meek little woof.

And later much much later, I'd break up with my boyfriend at that time for you.

You make me brave. You don't consciously do it, you never did but you are always there and that strength you have inspires strength from anyone, love.

I love you.

— The End —