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    A certain rumor says–some believe,
    Which finally rots their soul.
    It spreads through a church village
    like a subcrawlin’ dirty mole.

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    A certain rumor says–some believe,
    which finally rots their soul.
    It spreads through a church village
    like a subcrawlin’ dirty mole.

    There is a contagious group incharge:
    a self-appointed gossip team.
    Each member joins with an attitude,
    to see what the master means.

    A vigilantee status generates an echo,
    to keep it outrageously smooth.
    Suspicion motives this chatter group,
    ’cause there is nothing to prove.

    This group has no committee purpose,
    except to sullen a victum’s vote.
    Sneaky eyes…spy on the social count,
    to sway a popular election pole.

    A prime target is assigned his behavior,
    –anything to rattle his dances.
    Comments are interjected–in this step,
    which ruins his normal chances.

    This gossip committee is far too clever,
    to drop down a level in class.
    Members advocate…weaving together,
    to aim for a kick-in-the-ass.

    Subtlety selects an effective technique,
    so…employed by this committee.
    Their ruin-motto will–best a good man;
    “oh well, he deserves the pity.”
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    The Lord giveth unto me utterance,
    which I failed to utter;
    His wisdom is lost…by my stutter.

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    The Lord giveth unto me utterance,
    which I failed to utter;
    His wisdom is lost…by my stutter.

    His superior eye…is heavenly insight,
    to support his word;
    But, my forgetfulness is obsurd.

    I neglected to write His spoken word,
    to encourage my heart;
    Finally, divine insight fell apart.

    Gone, is God’s wisdom–from my mind,
    which I cannot re-gather;
    My blindness returns to smother.

    Delight fills my aching heart with light
    each moment I ponder;
    Hoping my search never wonder.

    My confusion presents a troubled want,
    for the Lord God’s care;
    By a plea, He answers my prayer.

    Then, my feeble heart is lifted up,
    by a heavenly revelation;
    I should have written His inspiration.

    Perhaps the need will come again,
    that I may obey the sign;
    And maybe, I will not remain blind.

    If I respond to the Lord’s promptings,
    He shares more with me;
    With His insight, the more I can see.
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    Effect deception on decency…in a mild usurpany;
    But intend no offense thru a fraudulent company.
    Rare talents ride the scenery on an affable crook;
    But, who designs his work–in a genteel…off-look?

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    Effect deception on decency…in a mild usurpany;
    But intend no offense thru a fraudulent company.
    Rare talents ride the scenery on an affable crook;
    But, who designs his work–in a genteel…off-look?

    When opportunity knocks, as time becomes ripe,
    A manner will usurp the rights–on a cliental site.
    Perchance, carry talent deliberately upon a wish;
    And realize, crooked servants serve a crafty dish.

    Therefore, be not rattled by his snakely sabotage;
    He aptly executes his better work–in camouflage.
    Note the scoundrel crook…will bite his patient lip;
    Just holding back a snap…for a naive client’s tip.

    The thief obtains money for the service of goods,
    With no delivery intention…to do what he should.
    An underlying hint…reveals his sneaky demeanor,
    To arouse secret powers to manipulte an answer.

    Honestly, he was hired on faith to do what he did,
    To manage raw material; then, he polished a hiss.
    His partner hates his own soul–keeping company;
    As a thief, who does the business of his usurpany.

    When usurpany corrupts men in a common goal,
    The subterraneous reward is the track of a mole.
    Managing the surface will become rather bumpy;
    Tho’ the smooth operation of a crook…is lumpy.

    A thief gains appreciation for the greed he stole,
    While friends search for a poorly corruptible soul.
    Deep somewhere, beneath–in the scum of earth,
    Grovels an honest soul…in hope of a noble worth.
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    You glide upon the wings of authority;
    Prancing boldly–with humble seniority.
    Assuming the rights of a worthy judge;
    Prompting souls with a spiritual nudge.

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    You glide upon the wings of authority;
    Prancing boldly–with humble seniority.
    Assuming the rights of a worthy judge;
    Prompting souls with a spiritual nudge.

    Beautiful draps appear lined with purity,
    And hold no thought to accuse beauty.
    Judges rule over kindness…satisfy evil;
    And thus, vindicate a belief in the devil.

    A wish may harm your careful design;
    Therefore, place concern so far away.
    Wish for affection to defend the mind,
    As protection offers kind things to say.

    Your vindictive revenge…desires a guilt,
    Tho’ distortion presents odd perception.
    Be gentle, for neighbors think with a tilt;
    Experience often comes with deception.

    You show a face to shield your defense;
    Defying the armor of continueous favor.
    Separate growth–with a fruitless fence;
    Guard souls…with the purity of a savior.

    Mercy seeks not to accuse the accuser,
    For double increases the evil in a wrong.
    Claim no authority to vindicate abusers;
    Rather, heal the heart with a holy song.

    When all is delivered…to favor a savior,
    Place no guilt where it does not belong.
    Continue to be used for higher behavior;
    But, sing with a neighbor–the holy song.
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    Tender hearts hopefully commit this day,
    To attribute counsel…to the Lord’s way.
    No man should suffer–without the Lord,
    So long as woman craves His holy word.

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    Tender hearts hopefully commit this day,
    To attribute counsel…to the Lord’s way.
    No man should suffer–without the Lord,
    So long as woman craves His holy word.

    Law assigns to govern this lovely decree,
    To declare man and woman–with a plea.
    Lord, abide with these passionate hearts,
    That purify the creature with pure smart.

    Stick to the magic–to their heart’s desire,
    While impelling wishes–enhance the pair.
    Before God’s creation, we appear to say:
    This couple vows a promise of paper clay.

    Whatever a bureaucracy possesses alone,
    There are conditions of a heavenly home.
    There is no power on the surface of earth,
    With the judgement to cancel legal worth.

    Together! they marry to receive the past;
    That whoever they are, their love can last.
    When the creation distinguishes the loins,
    Let no man divide…what God has joined.

    Do you take this woman…for your own?
    Let love be true–to where hearts belong.
    Will you cleave…unto this man of yours?
    May heaven witness the right to be sure.

    Two lovers are joined–one man and wife,
    To have and to hold…for the rest of life.
    Invite God’s heaven–to invite these two,
    Where love survives by the good they do.
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    Pursue diligently the true treasures of heaven;
    Obtain the pleasure…that measures mortality.
    Aim for constraint to buy the wings of freedom;
    And gratify the congenial anatomical surreality.

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    Pursue diligently the true treasures of heaven;
    Obtain the pleasure…that measures mortality.
    Aim for constraint to buy the wings of freedom;
    And gratify the congenial anatomical surreality.

    As fulfillment joins with its own–unto angels,
    Virtue soon opens a phenomenal mirror image.
    Supreme destiny finally understands the devils,
    Where degradation is a replacement of usage.

    One might perceive sum behavior satisfaction;
    Attempting a reach for the limits of carnal light.
    The usage of surplus mind…derives inspiration;
    Thinking power is won…by an increase of sight.

    If man will bravely go where no man has gone,
    He presumptuously estimates the rise of a soul.
    A heavenly pursuit is more than bravery, alone;
    For deity demands wisdom–a restraint of gold.

    What you seek, threatens with a sharp edged pain;
    For, to get what you want, isn’t lovely as it seems.
    An alluring attraction–outsets a quest in the brain;
    To acquire beauty–by adhesion to a passion team.

    Resolve to be content with your lack of real need,
    ‘Cause beauty, manufactors deep inside the brain.
    If heavenly gold is solid, with corruptive mortality,
    Then a fleshy polish will refine the mind–to tame.

    Thought-for-thought!…nothing is without a price;
    Purchase the beauty sought, so loveably and nice.
    If love tends a sense-divine unto a search-of-soul,
    Then, muster-up more courage to go for the gold.
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    There is not so much good done…in the doing,
    As there is in the conflictive stress of undoing.
    You come so far; but now, you must go back;
    Everyother step you took, was a wrong track.

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    There is not so much good done…in the doing,
    As there is in the conflictive stress of undoing.
    You come so far; but now, you must go back;
    Everyother step you took, was a wrong track.

    Diligent practice plants habits within the mind;
    So, consider carefully how you spend the time.
    Drills dig a place for growing things–to recall;
    And it’s difficult to ungrow things that are tall.

    Music is a physical art–of love and soul respect;
    It demands your endurance–with a subtle nack.
    Tempermental will float a few victims of the art;
    The tendency arouses some ego, but not smart.

    You sang the notes…that should’ve been sung;
    Thus, worked the vocals–with little, or no fun.
    Perchance, you must backtrack to arrive a new;
    Rearrange your voice–by some thinking you do.

    Consider each note, which comes from the heart;
    Don’t let the brain boast–that it became smart.
    The stress that is accumulated…is only delusion;
    Sing the note, but refuse to entertain confusion.

    Think of a beautiful voice–as fun to be worked;
    And don’t allow the work–to be foiled by a jerk.
    Fun is infectious; a delight that others may hear;
    But, no one enjoys ugly notes–forsaking cheer.

    Remove the crust that blocks the speed-of-right;
    Your heart desires to sing notes, which are light.
    Stress! creates turmoil to stymie a will of action;
    Backtrack, and relax!–to your pure satisfaction.
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    Please, state clearly…what you mean, without ambiguity;
    Oh, and cautiously, keep aloof to the affront of audacity.
    Tell yourself boldly, and include other instruction besides;
    Do it broadmindedly–encompass the eye to an open size.

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    Please, state clearly…what you mean, without ambiguity;
    Oh, and cautiously, keep aloof to the affront of audacity.
    Tell yourself boldly, and include other instruction besides;
    Do it broadmindedly–encompass the eye to an open size.

    There has been considerable doubt–put with conjecture,
    That beautiful subjects are aligned when ugly is not sure.
    Ugly should trail on the tail of things fraught with beauty;
    Oh, consequently assess that beauty isn’t sure of its duty.

    Once there was a tale of beauty in a continuous thought,
    That attracts what creative hormones obviously brought.
    The idea has certain merits–of an insurmountable concern,
    With a vital potential, that a thought could rightfully earn.

    This eager thought managed to emerge from its bondage;
    And to liberate as much derangement as it could manage.
    Hormones are allegedly a mind-set in conditions of taboo;
    Woo is a wonderful–ok, but don’t allow hormones to woo.

    Now, the thought mentioned a few flashy moments ago,
    Was awfully dumb, until smarter things taught him more.
    He was a vulnerable tot…to believe whatever he was told;
    With a victimized value…to imagine that ugliness is bold.

    A brazen unscrupulous jerk, who asserts that ugly is true,
    Will settle that same issue, and demand that beauty is too.
    Creation is as ugly, as it is beautiful, when put to a choice;
    A crying taboo will unnerve the strongest sense of a noise.

    You told it once–maybe twice as nice, that beauty is wrong;
    Where did ugly come from?…by way of the heavenly throng!
    Don’t be ugly with associate friends; keep your homrones still!
    Mommy!…quiet this beautiful brat, and give me that ugly pill.
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    Tyranny bellows-on…to its own: legal justice!
    For an establishment that oppresses freedom.
    Script-tyrs demand compliance with injustice,
    While rules protect revenue–for the kingdom.

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    Tyranny bellows-on…to it’s own: legal justice!
    For an establishment that oppresses freedom.
    Script-tyrs demand compliance with injustice,
    While rules protect revenue–for the kingdom.

    Right or wrong!…that’s the way–the world is!
    As government writes laws to fit higher greed.
    Good or bad, power presses rules–on what is;
    For government favors some tyrannical need.

    It is the way…fangs grow, as corrupt bills pass;
    Enforcing a might, which freedom cannot savor.
    Sworn to uphold law–written on a lower class;
    Passing below a vital-standing–in man’s favor.

    Poison flows like water, from the powers that be;
    Poor people…become the victims of their greed.
    As a snake-in-the-grass, the citizens cannot see,
    Tyranny sucks blood–’til the poor tend to bleed!

    Earthlings earn money, which living takes away;
    As highway-men patronize the gasoline station.
    Audubon-rules prance upon American highways;
    Tyrants come-to-life–and rage a cruel position.

    Warped within a power, victims tolerate litigation;
    Upper classes rob the living substance–for a law.
    The poor cannot compete with a higher abrasion,
    For wealthy power writes the law to rub him raw.

    Justice is a mystified concept–with law makers;
    Right changes places with wrong–under the law.
    The dollar satisfies justice…by a tyrannical taker;
    Tyrs of justice cry-out loud, tho’ wars are fought.
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    Love dares to marry–a peril of tears,
    And bring to an end the sadest cheers.
    Right or wrong, marriage captives duty,
    To engender the heartache of beauty.

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    Love dares to marry–a peril of tears,
    And bring to an end the sadest cheers.
    Right or wrong, marriage captives duty,
    To engender the heartache of beauty.

    A joyous task takes an old love apart;
    Heals the goodbye–of a broken heart.
    Enthralled in the wonderment of thrill,
    As crying continues–love with a chill.

    Tears may flow, as love’s liberty goes;
    For, it goes away to leave pain behind.
    Tears will grow, as such liberty knows,
    To once again flow with a joyous time.

    Crying overwhelms vulnerable emotion,
    Where courage endures love’s paradox.
    So, Overcome! for want of the solution,
    Time propells love…with a twin tic-toc.

    Farewell!…lost love; alas, greet Hello!
    You leave room for love where you go.
    Greetings! new love; ah, say goodbye!
    You fill the void–that provoked a cry.

    Sadness subdues the man of loneliness,
    With happy tears that replace sadness.
    The teardrops contain a two-fold flow,
    While happiness stops–in a pain to go.

    Oh, the misery of true love that leaves,
    Cannot be right…by emotions to grieve.
    But the contents of more love to come,
    Cannot be explained with a heart-of-fun.
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    The Light of the World came to Brother Joseph,
    And dispelled the darkness that was only a myth.
    Dark philosophy drew mankind away from the right.
    Thanks, Prophet Joseph, for turning on the light.

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    The Light of the World came to Brother Joseph,
    And dispelled the darkness that was only a myth.
    Dark philosophy drew mankind away from the right.
    Thanks, Prophet Joseph, for turning on the light.

    A modern prophet to teach us correct principles;
    Now, a path through the darkness is more simple.
    He formed an organization, so work can be done;
    Eternally, we can work the plan–with divine fun.

    It is time to choose this day, whom ye will serve;
    The bright light of heaven, or Satan’s dark curve.
    Go forth, and bravely do as the Lord commands,
    For the light of heaven sustains the soul of man.

    Man toys in darkness–no thought of tomorrow;
    Breaks his own heart, with the follies of sorrow.
    A darkened world cannot see the purity of love;
    Nor, to what measure purity delivers us to God.

    A prophet brought the Latter-Days upto eternity,
    For time no longer measures–a reach for infinity.
    Jesus is the man He said He was, Joseph stated;
    By earth’s reckoning, his testimony is well dated.

    Consider young Joseph, who bore the holy truth;
    Just a boy…to counter darkness and turn us lose.
    He sacrificed his life to prove his testimonial path;
    Building God’s nation with truth–in the aftermath.

    Thank you, Joseph, for tuning me on–to the light;
    You bore sacred testimony, with all of your might.
    As a lamb to the slaughter, you gave God your all;
    Your blood follows Jesus Christ, just standing tall.

    Shameful man, if you fear anything, fear yourself;
    Without Joseph, you have clouds of darkness left.
    This wretched world claims to have the right light;
    A congregation is probably true–in a mite size bite.

    Trapped in his free acency, by the power of night;
    Contented with a narrow view–to hide from light.
    The church of Christ is available to guide the way,
    Because a hope in heaven comes to earth to stay.

    A dark world changed, when Joseph saw the light;
    The light of heaven must have been a lovely sight.
    A prophet slow-of-speech had his destiny to meet;
    At God’s feet, he introduced God’s judgement seat.

    Recorded prophets brought sacred keys to Joseph;
    Ministering angels offer salvation that can save us.
    Some adamantly proclaimed that heaven is a myth.
    Excuse me, Sir!…this young man–is Joseph Smith.

    Mankind wanders on earth–in a terrible darkness;
    Secretly hiding from God–all his unrighteousness.
    The Devilish!…can’t detect an obvious dark cloud,
    Which hide Satan’s devices–to draw-in the proud.

    Our agency is God’s sacred loving salvation key;
    We choose good or evil, for the right to be free.
    Because heavenly light is so brightly outa-sight,
    The blind follow the blind…with perpetual fright.

    Brother Joseph exposed truth for the sake of man;
    Faithful to the end, as Jesus willed His command.
    Finally, we see clear through the blackest night;
    Thanks, Brother Joseph, for turning on the light.
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    Truth might be aroused to betray your God,
    Because Satan desires to have you.
    This world offers evil solutions…pretty odd,
    For man may spy the supernatural.

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    Truth might be aroused to betray your God,
    Because Satan desires to have you.
    This world offers evil solutions…pretty odd,
    For man may spy the supernatural.

    Plant yourself within God’s principle cause,
    And walk firmly…upright and true.
    Grow with a constitution to level your loss;
    A flourishing life…is worthy of you.

    Unseen spirits float beyond the naked eye,
    Forbidden within superdivine power.
    But freedom permits the craving of true lies;
    God will not interfere…in that hour.

    Satan commissions…bravely devoted demons,
    To thwart any work of natural good.
    Fools tread a path…where the wise never go,
    To sensitize a mind, as Satan would.

    God has revealed principles of evident proof,
    For He witnesses an obedient heart.
    Be content!…to be without an habitual goof;
    Testify!…that you prefer God’s part.

    Existence will produce mischieveous plants,
    To bridge–two dimensions across.
    One offers continuous strength and light,
    While the other delivers only loss.

    Attend to life, as the duty of Heavenly gold;
    Allow no spirit…an evil collateral.
    Avoid an artifical awakening of demon souls,
    Where God forbids the unnatural.
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    Thoughts form, and evolve into words;
    Force value unto some mastery action.
    Thru trial and error, the thinker heard
    His behavior senses deep satisfaction.

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    Thoughts form, and evolve into words;
    Force value unto some mastery action.
    Thru trail and error, the thinker heard
    His behavior senses deep satisfaction.

    Behavior has a hunger to accumulate,
    By searching every source available.
    Arousing a mental faculty–upto date,
    To reveal a spirit body…calmly stable.

    A poetic song, or a valid composition,
    Expresses some small degree of alert.
    Holy writ, or some prose of inspiration,
    Determines…what wisdom will assert.

    Solomon invites a thought to hunger,
    And feast on filling words-of-wisdom.
    Jesus!…and His holy prophets linger,
    Building a tower–to a wiser kingdom.

    What the mind needs–is more desire,
    To sense a limitless potential of soul.
    That!…will arouse enthusiasm to sire
    An entire body of words–set in gold.

    Contributions!…for the wisdom of man
    Will strengthen a mighty hungry feast.
    Each thoughtful action offers–a CAN!
    To touch a spirit’s–most to the least.

    This wisest pinnacle tower…beckons:
    Every soul of earth to search destiny.
    Wisdom develops the will to carry-on,
    For thinking will never end–eternally.
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    Measure the scale of intelligent minds,
    And determine which are totally blind.
    A foolish scale, from zero thru infinity,
    Reveals an extensive view of eternity.

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    Measure the scale of intelligent minds,
    And determine which are totally blind.
    A foolish scale, from zero thru infinity,
    Reveals an extensive view of eternity.

    If total takes human flesh out-of-bound,
    Where in heaven…can beings be found?
    How in hell do fools employ a goodsense,
    When perception gives him no-chance?

    Earth beneath his feet gives him a hint;
    But his mind wonders for another stint.
    Heaven makes no absolute sense in hell,
    ‘Cause he prefers darker stories to tell.

    His walk and talk…is with Satan’s own;
    Declaring to Lucifer…of flesh and bone.
    If the devil can create no earth to walk;
    Then, there’s no flesh and blood to talk.

    He obtains the intuition of a clever tool;
    While pure knowledge forsakes the fool.
    Truth has an intangible evidence…sure!
    But somewhere, truth becomes impure.

    Fools become alert to a sad clever thing;
    That, friendship with the devil…is a sting.
    Life is a trial-of-habit–to a truthful mind;
    The truth of hell is, that fools are behind.

    In darkness, he feels for an obvious world;
    Obviously, Satan deceives boys and girls.
    Misery is comfort–for a misinformed spirit;
    He registers with heaven…as a total idiot.
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    Tug at the heartstrings, for betrayal is progress;
    Money relieves greed upon the family’s distress.
    Hate delivers the familial love unto destruction,
    But the final price is an everlasting evil eruption.

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    Tug at the heartstrings, for betrayal is progress;
    Money relieves greed upon the family’s distress.
    Hate delivers the familial love unto destruction,
    But the final price is an everlasting evil eruption.

    For hell’s sakes–the other is guilty of betrayal,
    Because the broken turmoil remains–as criminal.
    Lone must be the companion of a heart in pain;
    Shattered into many pieces–the body in chains.

    The feeling of love was the savior of my mind,
    For no other sentiment causes an eternal bind.
    Warm love, in a cold condition of pending hate;
    Dearly, relay my desperate affection upto date.

    Everything blown-to-the-wind in a sneaky hour;
    My tireless work has been subject to this cower.
    My refuge, my delight, my hope in love’s future,
    Has chosen the world–to leave me with torture.

    My beloved family has flown into evil–unaware;
    Love does not overcome all that evil might share.
    Betrayal off-sets children–my love can’t defend,
    For evil will not allow…an eternal heart to mend.

    Alas, a new sense-of-being carries torture away,
    Where attraction appears to arouse a shiny day.
    Feelings of affection revives this familial heart,
    With a resolution: evil thrives beneath my part.

    This refreshing awareness awakens vibs of pain,
    For the family…is deeply within my loving brain.
    Betrayal was not my design, nor a guilt of mine;
    But still, my broken home is a sad heartfelt pine.

    Welcome to this turmoil of a friendly persuasion;
    You are invited to share plates on this occasion.
    The love in my brain, is where pain comes from;
    But, your attention suits me…like a lucky charm.

    Together separate, we occupy different plates,
    As we remember distant pains of former mates.
    You must be lonely–for hope to keep you warm;
    Take my hand–you arouse vibrations of charm.
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    Delight enters the heights of my mind;
    As exhaustion willingly savors the time.
    Loving vibs, thrill the heart–in a boost;
    This devote union cannot be cut-loose.

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    Delight enters the heights of my mind;
    As exhaustion willingly savors the time.
    Loving vibs, thrill the heart–in a boost;
    This devote union cannot be cut loose.

    Believe it or not–it isn’t merely belief;
    How a tired conversation yields relief.
    awaiting the day–too long, to go on;
    Perceiving a painful distance is wrong.

    In-and-out! the door scratches a sore;
    Self-company, a mirror image is a bore.
    Whatever people do…in a lonely house,
    No activation…can feel sick as a louse.

    Dead! is a painful state to leave behind,
    For such a condition conquers the mind.
    Try desperately to prove–living is alive;
    Lonely sent my existence in a nose dive.

    A lively song touches my numb resolve,
    And arouses a voice-of-love to evolve.
    Bare hope sings some high pitch song,
    To offer loneliness a heavenly throng.

    Love craves company…in a lonely tired;
    Ecstatic! to burn-up the telephone wire.
    Let no fool put asunder…such a delight,
    For love wishes contact that feels right.

    Hearts revel deeply–in each other’s kiss;
    Where is fire!…that we should never Miss.
    Such beautiful flames…revive these souls;
    With purpose–to make each other whole.
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    Picky…picky, the girls are pick’n boys,
    So, the boys pick…like, nothing is right.
    She is too much of this, or maybe that;
    Besides, she will never hold-up ’til night.

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    Picky…picky, the girls are pick’n boys;
    So, the boys pick…like, nothing is right.
    She is too much of this, or maybe that;
    Besides, she will never hold-up ’til night.

    He’s looking good to her…look’n back;
    She interjects a warm kiss for a dream.
    He is playing ideas on a field of tracks;
    She is nothing to him–like, face cream.

    Well, the girl is not all that bad looking;
    But, she is way off-course look’n to him.
    She just wants a little date for memories;
    Trying to keep that fat off…looking trim.

    The field is before him to entice his eyes;
    One pretty female looks like all the rest.
    There must be girls beneath the surface;
    Perhaps some alluring damsel in distress.

    The girls are careful to enchant the boys;
    But the boys cannot see the truth in lies.
    They are merely picky girls, at picky boys;
    They employ face cream to enhance a try.

    It is a likely phenomenon–boys and girls,
    That likely, one cannot see the other one.
    While one looks for love around the world,
    The other likes dating the one having fun.

    Somehow, mating genders–makes a match;
    The experience of attractions prove reality.
    The world finds people with a mating sense,
    Cause the world is populated by sensuality.
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    Life is suppose to be exactly what comes to you;
    A little of this and that, and alot you wouldn’t do.
    You take whatever comes thru a limited choice;
    Some, you would’ve refused from an evil source.

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    Life is suppose to be exactly what comes to you;
    A little of this and that, and alot you wouldn’t do.
    You take whatever comes thru a limited choice;
    Some, you would’ve refused from an evil source.

    Sailing along, just thinking life is going fairly well;
    Then, alas, a smoldering odor ascends from hell.
    Goodsense reasons how things do go off track;
    Fools experience: looking forward–going back.

    Going on ahead, while looking back makes sense,
    Cause the wisdom of experience is not pretense.
    Positively, knowledge lends you a friendly edge;
    But, alas, “all hell breaks loose” with a challenge.

    Thus far, the evil pieces of puzzling opposition,
    Have produced a reasonable stepping situation.
    Beautiful earth attempts to encourage the wife,
    To cut thru stress and crap with a smiling knife.

    Money goes hand-in-hand…to care for women,
    In a society where expectation reach their limit.
    Various conditions feed-on sources of suffering,
    Whether a lack of money, or too much spending.

    If aggravative issues…were problems so cheap,
    Humanity could pass a world-of-hell…in a peep.
    If creatures of earth lack for jealousy and greed,
    The solutions would appear with heaven to feed.

    Listen to pulsations in life, that hell can not hear;
    Learn from sad experiences, and yell-out a cheer.
    Wise-up!…and do not report for your luxury soul,
    That heaven’s creation on earth–is an evil goal.
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    Hedge-up the way, and act right…by your cool;
    Assume to block wisdom, that will defeat a fool.
    Refuse an open mind–to give heart to the poor,
    For what poverty deserves, is progress no more.

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    Hedge-up the way, and act right…by your cool;
    Assume to block wisdom, that will defeat a fool.
    Refuse an open mind–to give heart to the poor,
    For what poverty deserves, is progress no more.

    He considers wisdom…to be the best of thinking;
    But not so, for power decides a rising, or sinking.
    Our massive rich brigade…has a duty to perform;
    And that wise certitude–displays a social charm.

    The world won’t settle for fools to be vulnerable;
    His wisdom is purely–a superior case-of-sensible.
    Power and wealth cannot afford to free the poor;
    Especially, if wisdom threatens to produce a sore.

    There is a man with selective wit…without honor;
    He seeks a degree of wisdom from a foolish donor.
    Our brigade is obligated…to surround and subdue;
    Legally block all rights a wise man seeks to loose.

    The whole wide world worships with witty riches;
    And who else can provide shelter for poor niches.
    Keep cool!…and don’t let the massive poor know,
    Our rich brigade has a duty…to stymie their flow.

    Precepts accumulate–in wisdom thinking afresh;
    Inch-by-inch, his thoughts form a troubling mesh.
    He can tie a fool in knots, and hurl him into space;
    And thus, label riches…as an absurd foolish chase.

    The world!…we declare, holds a brigade of power;
    It matters little to social fools who save the hour!
    A subtle walk of resistance, will block a wise man;
    In whispers, friendly gossip grinds wit…into sand.
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    Many a stigma floats–to destroy charm;
    While, public repulse intends some harm.
    An individual worth…seldom last forever;
    Narrow minds determine–what is clever.

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    Many a stigma floats–to destroy charm;
    While, public repulse intends some harm.
    An individual worth…seldom last forever;
    Narrow minds determine–what is clever.

    Genius flies through the greatest of fools,
    For prejudice forms an image not so cool.
    Publicity renders human-states…to resist;
    Alas, determine foolishness should persist.

    Earthly dwellers obviously increase in age;
    Time!…is the factor that developes a sage.
    Contributions made…are by active minds,
    Chiseling grooves to appease Fathertime.

    Human beings of any size possess a brain;
    Those involved in creation…are the same.
    Children go through school with high IQs;
    Finally, register a diet–with nothing to do.

    Gray & bald–signify the arteries are firm,
    As years roll-in!…to diminish public charm.
    A genius may brighten the day with smiles,
    Tho’ winkles seldom drive the ladies wild.

    Perhaps skin creases are the lady’s fault;
    As a stimuli appears, the lady feels naught.
    Charm is a shy-type to offer a contribution,
    As a subtle approval–deserves distribution.

    Who is the public–disturbed by fat old men,
    And disallow his contribution–a valid blend?
    When death leaves man’s endeavor behind,
    An open test-of-time will generally decide.
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