• America swells with such beautiful liberty;
    Patriot resolution will raise a sacred song.
    National freedom guides us to tranquility,
    Altering litigation, as is, a perilous wrong.

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    America swells with such beautiful liberty;
    Patriot resolution will raise a sacred song.
    National freedom guides us to tranquility,
    Altering litigation, as is, a perilous wrong.

    America, sing out–to the end of the world;
    America, shout for liberty’s devoted savior.
    America, we depend on every boy and girl;
    America, our watchcry will sound forever.

    “Fate worse than death” lost a treasure;
    Neglect–torn by a poor national attitude.
    Freedom is not free–look into our history;
    American graves “ringout” to our gratitude.

    Streets and houses penetrate the free heart;
    Country hills are aglow…by love…at sunset;
    Fruitful fields invite patriots to take a part;
    Technical abundance offers a free internet.

    Ponder the moments…for a splendid price,
    The American market…is a vital invention.
    Beneficiaries interact with free enterprize,
    While greed appeals for liberal descension.

    Disagreement is the process of refinement,
    Americans are open–by freedom of speech.
    Go!…for souls may find sweet contentment,
    Tasting samples, unto truth’s further reach.

    “Give me liberty, or death” is a solemn cry.
    “I defend to the death–your right to say it.”
    “All people seek happiness” is a reason why
    America loves liberty, and fights to protect it.
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  • Somewhat bewildered, asked,
    J. Hector St. John de Crevecoeur,
    “What, then, is the American,
    this new man…of ours?”

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    Somewhat bewildered, asked,
    J. Hector St. John de Crevecoeur,
    “What, then, is the American,
    this new man…of ours?”

    Boldly, the “man” plucked-up
    traditions of embedded roots,
    to escape comfortable heritage,
    by rugged miles of muddy boots.

    Confronted with a brave and reckless quest,
    he challenged a new environment.
    By God–for religious freedom,
    –formed a more perfect “government.”

    America!…a wild mysterious country;
    untamed by culturally civil hands.
    Climate covered forest–hot and cold,
    infested with savage Indian bands.

    From cultures beyond the sunset,
    came travelers…with their kin.
    A potpourri of blood–with a liquid net,
    gravitate into a new blend of men.

    Nobles–an English race of gentlemen;
    plantation owners of colonial land.
    Suspicion swept their wealthy minds,
    as German order made legal stands.

    What anger possessed the Scotch-Irish;
    a blinking red-haired bloody lot.
    Sizzling blood mixed with Indian fire,
    savage temper had never been so hot!

    Shamefully, does history reminiscence
    –on a darker pigment of skin.
    The African race brought here to slave,
    without praise…to assist the “man.”

    The American race, St. de Crevecoeur,
    English, Scotch, Irish, Asian, and Swede,
    German, French, Spanish, African, and Indian
    Presents the new “MAN”, our American breed.
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  • Passing pathetically beyond the mind,
    Floating impulses through a journey.
    Bright noses portray an abusive shine;
    Slippery feelings will elude a burning.

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    Passing pathetically beyond the mind,
    Floating impulses through a journey.
    Bright noses portray an abusive shine;
    Slippery feelings will elude a burning.

    Foreign fluid–intrusion of the blood;
    So long as beautiful teeth are straight.
    Nutrition fails…at the value of crude;
    Senseless elements rule a crazy mate.

    Poor intellect lights the scab of flesh;
    Lingering focus nearest the blurry eye.
    Behavior delivers a slabbering splash,
    Losing direction, due…confusing lies.

    Funny ways harbor a deceptive light,
    Staggering carelessly along some line.
    Why trust a friend who tells these lies?
    Seeking happiness…in the bottle kind.

    Victum idleness…in this familiar pickle,
    Jabbing airwaves…for a valid purpose.
    The pain betrays a meaningless giggle,
    Laughing aimlessly at this dingy circus.

    Fun surrenders to this heap of sadness;
    Maturity will carefully witness the pain.
    Precious flesh stares…into a weakness,
    Without an accusing thought to blame.

    Forsake the direction of liquid journey;
    Recapture true wit…onto solid ground.
    Happiness is an instrument of learning;
    The mind is a goodthing to keep around.
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  • Consensus agree, with a leverage worth of money;
    Distortion creates a bitter sweet edge–with honey.
    Freedom roams, as a victimized subject–in a trap,
    Where power changes the value of our search map.

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    Consensus agree, with a leverage worth of money;
    Distortion creates a bitter sweet edge–with honey.
    Freedom roams, as a victimized subject–in a trap,
    Where power changes the value of our search map.

    Poor birds feed, with a frantic twisting of the tail,
    Watching glib nestlers offer hell on another trail.
    Changing conditions present challenges of reality;
    Scratching pennies for dollars…that steal eternity.

    Set the trap, while the prey is praying for change!
    But pride trips the trap, imposing poor–with pain.
    Headpower…above a tail, says, you’re not a head;
    Commencing to enforce the victim with blood red.

    Business aims to please the production of wisdom,
    Confounding the bird…flying high–in the distance.
    Fowl power determines a monetary force of legal;
    It is not allowed–a sparrow cannot value an eagle.

    Granted, a rise in praise…courses a beautiful offer;
    Change!…is a timid condition, the mighty…confer.
    Witty dollars yell-out: “put in a trap construction!”
    ‘Cause clever appears–hollering for a production.

    Just a word may interfer with the mightiest of birds;
    Trapped eagles have no power…greater than words.
    Eagles merit an influence with a congenial position;
    Overbear, subdue terms equal to a stymie condition.

    Business production sings with an art of bird songs;
    But, a project perception uses the word…all wrong.
    A steady agency takes direction from a flight map;
    Wisely tripping a trip light…to spring the bird trap.
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  • Flashing back to the face of Dawn,
    There is a special memory to see.
    She was…as a friend should be–Dawn;
    All!…a man has a right to please.

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    Flashing back to the face of Dawn,
    There is a special memory to see.
    She was…as a friend should be–Dawn;
    All!…a man has a right to please.

    Every story has some ups and downs;
    My friend…so beautiful to the mind.
    Memories have some smiles and frowns;
    Dawn was everything that is kind.

    One day, Dawn went for a ride–around;
    Cruising!…for a motorbike thrill.
    To her dismay, she flipped to the ground;
    Her motorcycle locked a wheel.

    A light changed…from yellow to red;
    A bumper halted–the solid part!
    Dawn was carefully making her stop;
    Unfortunately!…a bumper smart.

    Well, cycle Dawn…was a bit shook-up!
    So!…what else could be expected?
    Courage dares to lift Dawn…up-n-up!
    Down!…could not keep her affected.

    Sympathy?…perhaps, for a nice thought.
    Alas, Dawn’s altered smile must be.
    She portrays a mighty tower of strength;
    Patiently!…restoring her beauty.

    Beauty will rise with the break of dawn;
    She will heal…as an unlocked wheel.
    Before the sun sets upon this night alone,
    The break of Dawn will be my thrill.
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  • Unwind a habit…
    on a spool of spending;
    Incessant gain…
    is never ending!

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    Unwind a habit…
    on a spool of spending;
    Incessant gain…
    is never ending!

    Through life’s journey…
    on a spending need;
    Gaining the power…
    to rear a noble breed.

    Such a habit of gain…
    may clutter the soul;
    Until, all is lost…
    and friends turn cold.

    In poverty’s life,
    time breeds a habit;
    By an ominous noose,
    the brave endures it.

    Mortal’s craft unwinds
    a glorious pain;
    Brave souls will break
    the habit of gain.

    Poor nobility,
    where is thy token?
    Oh heaven, receive
    a gain that’s broken.
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  • Motions of earth that fill the mind with a calm,
    Enhance the strength to oppose opportunities!
    Messages endure…to persuade worldly storms,
    Suppressing an urge, which target catapultees.

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    Motions of earth that fill the mind with a calm,
    Enhance the strength to oppose opportunities.
    Messages endure…to persuade worldly storms,
    Suppressing an urge, which target catapultees.

    Rash neglect, lays an investment upon wisdom,
    As resistance shields an angry mode of offense.
    Calmly face the wind, tho’ eyes appear dumb;
    Cautiously, an attitude submits a rare defense.

    Mental opposition may crudely become a waste,
    Letting beautiful strength drift beyond a sunset.
    Every foe deserves to be ignored in kindly haste;
    Thus, allow calmer moments to reflect the best.

    Rush about…criticizing…is a poor eager excuse,
    Rubbing quickly–the wrong way, fulfilling time.
    Seldom do comments dare to impose such abuse,
    While aggravation remarks a descending whine.

    Parties, a partisan to a courageous sunrise show,
    Derive a partnership…to invest a calm, clever fix.
    Waiting calmly for trustworthy men…who knows;
    Magnificent minds will produce splendid art to mix.

    Benefactors appear with various shades of ways,
    Amounting to a position…like the lighted beacon.
    A slingshot throw marks the future business days,
    When beneficiary began the wisdom of a deacon.

    Alas, a congenial genius combines artistic talents,
    Wielding raw art…into genuine accomplishments.
    Accidents do not intervene–with divine radiance,
    To recognize true value…in happy achievements.
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  • Oh, sweet one, fruit of my loins,
    Your little face
    Brightens my day.
    A dear girl…conceived in love,
    Sweetens my life;
    Straightens my way.

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    Oh, sweet one, fruit of my loins,
    Your little face
    Brightens my day.
    A dear girl…conceived in love,
    Sweetens my life;
    Straightens my way.

    A gentle kiss…on baby cheeks;
    My time is yours,
    And for anytime.
    You will learn in a few years:
    Once a daughter,
    Is an endless time.

    Beautiful doll, obey your heart…
    And follow my love;
    Believe you’re mine.
    Continue to gaze upon my face…
    ‘Til you are grown;
    Together we shine.

    Education will direct your path,
    Plant seeds of search;
    Grow things to know.
    Love is a knowledge of worth,
    Where hearts know
    Finer places to go.

    Reach wisdom…in all your search;
    There are real things
    You must learn alone.
    Your anxious dad will gladly teach:
    No one can love you,
    Anymore!…than home.
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  • Today, was another…”one-of-those-days.”
    You know the kind, that…get in the way.

    My life depends on…the expression of love;
    For a girl changes everything–that I was.

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    Today, was another…”one-of-those-days.”
    You know the kind, that…get in the way?

    My life depends on…the expression of love;
    For a girl changes everything–that I was.

    If this girl loves me, and cares so much,
    Why does she lust…after ravishing touch?

    My love could trust this girl, because I care.
    But, my feelings-of-love, she refuses to share.

    She tells me one story; only to hear another.
    Please, for heaven-sakes, why do I bother?

    Why spend my heart; she is a waste of time.
    It is simply clear, she doesn’t wish to be mine.

    Being a fool–so long, is driving me wild;
    Remembering the times I made her smile.

    I truely love her; she is aware of that fact.
    Love is a real pain, until, I am loved back.

    Love grows with maturity–100 percent;
    Enduring her dishonesty…is merely a hint.

    There is more to love–that’s right for me.
    I will do everything…to help this girl see.

    But, if the girl refuses to make love…free,
    The maturity I gain…is very good for me.

    My emotions are alive; my smile…is bright.
    Someday, a wonder girl will prove me right.
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  • A principle of concern in the spring of life;
    Wonder!…appears from a man and a wife.
    A third birth increases joy, with great fun;
    Old!…is not so old–perpetuated by a son.

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    A principle of concern in the spring of life;
    Wonder!…appears from a man and a wife.
    A third birth increases joy, with great fun;
    Old!…is not so old–perpetuated by a son.

    The child is amazement on a foreign track;
    At least, this birth arrives–clicky d’ clack!
    A son arises on time…for an eastern train.
    Dangling with dad…by the reason he came.

    Obaasan found time for a railing goodbye;
    Taking-up the expense of a Tokyo joy-ride.
    The child needs to pass through such a trip;
    Otherwise, he’ll not know the value of a tip.

    Clicking along, while dangling from dad;
    A train ride is fun!…well, it’s not half bad.
    Daniel’s blank expression shows little joy;
    That’s a clever dispose…for a smart boy.

    From a foreign train…to a pony express;
    Father and son…ride joyfully thru a mess.
    Delightfully enduring a pressing smother;
    Appeasing misery for a homesick mother.

    Of all…of life’s acts, how long can it last;
    Balancing with survival…of a crazy past?
    Keep-on, Son!; ’til you reach the dawn;
    Do it!…until finally, you’re on your own.

    Life is a combat–fighting hand-to-hand;
    Experience is the edge!…for a clever man.
    Where you are now, dad,…has once been.
    A solution to life…is a conquest of friends.
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  • As a hardy young man…of nearly sixteen years,
    “Package boy” leads my formal worklife.
    If again, I begun, there’s nothing I would change.
    There is no wrong!…blocking a thing–right!

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    As a hardy young man…of nearly sixteen years,
    “Package boy” leads my formal worklife.
    If again, I begun, there’s nothing I would change.
    There is no wrong!…blocking a thing–right!

    Experience soon taught me…of “worldly things.”
    Contrary to belief, but, the devil is right.
    “Work!”…is an odd pleasure–a series of “stings.”
    If you don’t believe–me!, ask my wife.

    What a perfect delight–an endeavor of “work.”
    Bringing fresh food to a sheltered home.
    Where the family lives, and plays fun together;
    While a strange “bread winner” eats alone.

    This poem intends…NO disgruntled complaint;
    But rather loosely,…happiness in “the red.”
    In a peculiar twist of fate, “work” is…what it ain’t;
    Digging a congenial “hole” for my bed.

    Now, tell me quickly: Is life OK in “the fast lane?”
    Out there!…where “work” is “getting a head?”
    Then, deny this fact: the harder I seem to “work”,
    The deeper goes…digging a “hole”…in “the red.”

    Every “paycheck”…is a step in the right direction.
    My beloved family unites with “Uncle Sam.”
    The task of “spinning wheels” is a spindle pleasure.
    But now!…somebody please–tell me who I am!!

    One step forward…as ten goes the opposite way.
    Each “paycheck” obviously belongs to another.
    If I work a bit harder, possibly, I could “get ahead.”
    Not!…in moving forward, but in the other.

    It’s not enough…to be “taxed” until I bleed to death;
    Legal robbers take a healthy chunk of bread.
    Of course; I understand! It’s legal to live and to die.
    Now consider: “spinning wheels” in “the red?”

    “Help!!…Help!” Friend or foe, will somebody please!
    There’s a thief robbing me “until I am blind.”
    Oh, never mind. The system assumes their rights.
    Anyway!…what I’m working for–isn’t mine.

    So what!…if I have not. I’ve enjoyed a task of “work.”
    It’s a “labor of love”…to please the life of others.
    However, there is an insignificant thing to consider.
    In this “hole”,…it won’t belong…before I smother.

    Oh well, who cares to notice?!…”Work” is not an issue.
    Life is only a business; nobody’s gentle concern.
    Here’s an obvious “fact of life”: consuming is filled.
    Business is not a love-type…of gratitude to earn.

    Don’t get me wrong! That!…refuses to abide.
    “The red” condition, in a “hole”…is lots of fun.
    Even “spinning wheels” is not so chronically bad.
    But, “broke!”, I must admit…is a “hell-of-a-run.”
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  • Taking note!…of all the freeway cars,
    Which one carries a soul?
    Regarding,…who you are,
    Very few passengers appear to know,
    You live down an exit road.

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    Taking note!…of all the freeway cars,
    Which one carries a soul?
    Regarding,…who you are;
    Very few passengers appear to know,
    You live down an exit road.

    First!…is first, and second to none;
    Each life endears a heartbeat;
    Every soul is being the ONE.
    There’s a certain exit…to a vital road;
    Precious?…ONE only knows.

    Obscure within that exit…is a story told.
    Love and hate turns the world;
    Life is borned–to growing old.
    Initial facts!…are concealed, you know;
    You’re just another–down a road.

    Billions of minds who have gone before,
    Across pride, guilt, love, and pain,
    Bequeath ripples to billions more.
    Tho’, what of you?…just ONE you know;
    ONE living!…down another road.
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  • Here is a valid reason to enter the race:
    Gaining a lot more…at a gradual pace.

    There is a courageous life full of clues;
    She gives no excuse…as an effort to you.

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    Here is a valid reason to enter the race:
    Gaining a lot more…at a gradual pace.

    There is a courageous life full of clues;
    She gives no excuse…as an effort to you.

    Polio struck havoc upon the legs of Ener;
    By deformation, she will never surrender.

    Heart’s mother…a loving degree of drive;
    Just to keep a child’s willing heart alive.

    Crutches enter the race…to open books;
    Viewing tender minds with noble looks.

    Pilgrims approach with an eager mode.
    They discover the life of Mister Toad.

    The race is the place youth ought to be;
    Experiencing P&Qs on a learning tree.

    Education is a glad merit of merry tricks,
    Falling into the mind…like pickup sticks.

    Ignorance flees one concept at a time;
    Enhancing the branch of a naked vine.

    Dignity and poise build youth each day;
    Courageous education–the Ener way.
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  • Uncategorized 24.02.2013 Comments Off on Fartherest Place from Hell

    Fartherest Place From Hell

    Jesus said, “If ye love me, keep my commandments.

    That’s what He said!

    There’s safety in Him.

    Jesus said, “Come follow me.”  Then you will see,

    There’s safety with Him.

    Believe what He said.

    Jesus said, “Be even as I am.”   The Great I AM.

    You will be back Home.

    The fartherest place from Hell.

    Jesus was about His father’s business;

    Telling the world about His business.

    This Man down in the water

    Bears a message from His Father.

    Jesus said, “Man shall live by every word of God.”

    That’s what He said!

    There’s safety in Him.

    Jesus said, “Get thee behind me.”  The world is trouble.

    There’s safety with Him.

    Believe in Him, as a child.

    Jesus said, “Come out of him, ye unclean thing.”

    Now you can go home again;

    The fartherest place from hell.

    Jesus was simple, with a message from Father.

    Rejected and died; so why did He bother?

    We can’t understand a man with such love.

    He is our only hope with our Father above.

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  • Friends appear!…on the familial scene,
    to strengthen and clear the mind.
    Endurance intends no hint to be mean,
    to weaken love with a heart in pine.

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    Friends appear!…on the familial scene,
    to strengthen and clear the mind.
    Endurance intends no hint to be mean,
    to weaken love with a heart in pine.

    Misunderstanding requires many ways,
    to explain pain–a silly simple thing.
    One-way, clearly describes trouble days,
    to surface another way–to bring.

    No doubt!…you are always in my heart,
    to see me through bewildering piles.
    Emotional strength glows near to you,
    to solutions enduring testy trials.

    Beautiful flowers grow, and flowers go;
    to you!…they are truely friends.
    You!…dear, are beauty that never fades,
    to embrace the troubles we mend.

    Passing flowers are medical antedotes,
    to cure the flaws…a heart entertains.
    Vigilant flowers arise…to assist the mind;
    to stymie progress…short of insane.

    Love invites friends who cordially appear,
    to administer relief…unto a struggle.
    Medicine never appears as timely cheer,
    to blindness that cannot see trouble.

    Illness is a flaw, without friendly recourse,
    to an antedote from flowers above.
    Understanding!…is a vision on course,
    to express with the patience of love.
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  • Attraction!…engenders an affection encroach;
    Reciprocal bask…endures vindictive approach.
    Chemistry submits the heart to a perfect kind;
    God charges the reflection, as a common mind.

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    Attraction!…engenders an affection encroach;
    Reciprocal bask…endures vindictive approach.
    Chemistry submits the heart to a perfect kind;
    God charges the reflection, as a common mind.

    What is desire…that moves the heart outward;
    Altering flesh, which turns the mind backward?
    Especially travelogue–serving God’s purposes;
    Lifting wretched flesh…unto a higher compass.

    Boils threaten to invalidate a mutual belonging;
    Valid grows, nearby–emotions satisfy a longing.
    Hugs are most common–tender loving affection;
    Limits of time provide…for an endless perfection.

    Hugs are not required…from deity, at a distance;
    Persuasions of love are present and consistant.
    The distance of God–like a gift to one another;
    Hug touches are shared…by friends and lovers.

    Suspicious of hugs–turmoil with an open threat?
    Sheltered life comprehends not–dear love…yet!
    Hugs tune heart strings, and influences friends;
    Energetic concessions seek a sad heart to mend.

    Tenderness, with affection, attraction will seek;
    Proving mutual agreement…can touch the meek.
    Enchanting virtue is close to a warm proximity,
    Enabling honest emotions to emit an extremity.

    Wasted hearts seek desparately to share a hug;
    Searching child memories and comfort that was.
    Please!…what is a hug…snug as a bug in a rug?
    Way!…out of control, could smoother near love.

    Subdued natural affection…may appear as a hug;
    Congenial dimensions act as an extension of love.
    Stringent rules lay siege to a warm natural touch;
    Appearances of love will never radiate too much.

    You are okay–to look!…but please, do not touch;
    Chemical vibrations interrupt…in a mid-air crunch.
    Language lends a sensitive body–a touch of stars;
    Emitting exhause fumes from obnoxious motor cars.

    Dare to scan the eyes with a cool tippie tippie toe;
    Social opposities that crush egg shells…as they go.
    An enchanted proximity–lay face to face with love;
    Warm breath meets with tender cheeks and a hug.

    Searching for happiness…begins at a tender age;
    Continuously, as confusion…into an adult cage.
    Refrain from hug touching–void with pure love;
    Some Guiding fools are ignorant of a gentle nudge.

    The breath-of-life enhances a common stress;
    Arriving portentously with a cold touchy mess.
    Arousing warm pulses with an electric embrace;
    Crossing shattered egg shells in a static chase.

    Believing that love is stronger than hard sin,
    Assessing soul damage…by counting to ten;
    Back cautiously away from excruciating pain,
    Moving on forward…with an emotion to tame.

    Suppose, hugs are defiled by a moral demise;
    Wherefore, vile is virtue…for the beautywise.
    A devil disguises evil into a conflict with self,
    Desiring a beautiful edge…by promoting crap.

    Criticizing other beings, who go the wrong way;
    Gathering judges unto self!…by what they say.
    The greater sin lies–on…not forgiving of wrong.
    Whoever is worthy?…may judge the evil throng.

    A wink in the dark, and love without a hug;
    Is far too busy, as usual…with a sinister tug.
    Natural affection diminishes without a hug;
    Touching becomes cold…like a paranoid bug.

    As natural affections are smothered with lies,
    Sweet tender loving hearts will flutter and die.
    Perpetual nonsense bombards love with foes;
    Measuring compulsive pain by temporal woes.

    Beautiful resolutions…commit a sensitive heart;
    Arousing kind emotions from a wreckless start.
    Labor, as we ought, to understand the art of hugs,
    With continuous persuasion from our God above.
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  • What can be written with a forked tongue in mind?
    An uncivilized redman, said it best, of the legal kind.
    History is cluttered thru…on doubleminded throngs;
    ‘Cause the mind connects directly with the tongue.

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    What can be written with a forked tongue in mind?
    An uncivilized redman, said it best, of the legal kind.
    History is cluttered thru…on doubleminded throngs;
    ‘Cause the mind connects directly with the tongue.

    A bounteous world constantly turns on faded rights;
    The redman spied a tricky promise arrayed in white.
    An alluring peacepipe…smokes-up a fixed document,
    That disguises legal suicide to get a sly commitment.

    They say, governments are beneficial for protection.
    So, why legalize killing-generations…by an election?
    American communities provide forth a brightly birth;
    Now, laws abort geniuses…without a speck of worth.

    Freedom documents permit our babies a usual birth,
    Living by the constitution that protect human worth.
    If the children are fortunate to elude the legal mind,
    The fetuses go on record–to see both day and night.

    An eager thief steals a loaf of bread to feed his child;
    Place the idiot in a warehouse, to rehabilitate awhile.
    But…power fools rob the breadwinner of his sobiety;
    Deprave his love and diminish honor with our society.

    Rob the poor workers, and put them on food stamps;
    Some would labor, but they may starve like a tramp.
    Therefore, feed the richman with poor legal crumbs;
    And then, raise taxes to feed America’s legal bumbs.

    Love overcomes–all things: great, small, and crude;
    Crime offends, and shame against mankind…is rude.
    Lock the culprit away and store him, as a lost cause;
    Judicial dominance denies access to love a social loss.

    Separate an honest man from self-reliable treasures;
    Then, enforce payment of insurance for his measure.
    By the sweat of his brow, integrity prompts his pay;
    Without self-reliance, he must surrender to the day.

    Loosen an honorable man–throw him to the wolves;
    By decree of national rights, he defends human lives.
    Vicious teeth tear him apart…from the truth he sees;
    Without defense, a courtroom rips him head-to-feet.

    Mighty smart folks will recognize…a clever stupidity;
    So, size-up 460,000 smoke inflicted bodies with pitty.
    An extermination condition is a gross national sight;
    Terrorist die laughing…at a prevalent tobacco right.

    Look beyond a fork-of-the-tongue, for other roads;
    Beautiful America feeds the world with a heavy load.
    Not everyone will be wise–like our founding fathers;
    Smarter…is not always intelligent enough to bother.

    Greed!…is free to walk this earth–seeking for power;
    Problems arise, as cunning tyrants achieve the hour.
    Free society must defend, redefend, and do it again;
    Be alert to free corruption–designed by clever men.

    Patriotism desires good, and seldom ignores the bad;
    Best-of-times are ahead, with a constitution we had.
    Speak with a forked tongue…if it is American borned;
    Employ both forks, for freedom is not–without harm.

    Liberty is announced upon this great American soil;
    A struggling world is coming here–to labor and toil.
    American arms are open to a language of the heart;
    A free banner-of-choice, is an honored national fork.
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  • Most discreetly, my friend delight,
    We captured a sweet precious night.

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    Most discreetly, my friend delight,
    We captured a sweet precious night.

    One solid love of true romance;
    All we did, my friend, was dance.

    Step, step, we sway; true love is gold.
    Most everything real…I was told.

    A quite delight…pure crystal clear,
    The dance of love tingles my ear.

    Tangible worlds, nor mortals made…
    Our true love hath no fare trade.

    Dance not toward the golden bed.
    But, Ooo…sweet dance beyond my head.

    If golden bed be pure delight,
    Why stop, true love, after one night?
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  • Eager motives are found within moments of rage,
    For whatever is achieved…may turn another page.
    Means…will obviously lag to hinder a story’s mind;
    For occasionally, restraints are appropriate in time.

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    Eager motives are found within moments of rage,
    For whatever is achieved…may turn another page.
    Means…will obviously lag to hinder a story’s mind;
    For occasionally, restraints are appropriate in time.

    A man endeavors to produce a chapter of his own;
    By painting a landscape picture–pretty well-known.
    Emotional investment grows with personal patience,
    To prime substantial substance for a vital existence.

    Before the invention of the wheel, comes a reason;
    Necessary things arrive with a cause and a season.
    Colombus was an American dream–sailing in blue;
    Prior to crewing a ship, his growing-pains were due.

    Lightbulbs could only be realized by electric power;
    Franklin flew a kite, then Edison realized–his hour.
    Lightning had always thundered through the sky;
    But, no one was ready, ’til someone discovers why.

    The wisdom of God might reveal His greatest wish,
    If man unfolds sacred treasures…without a switch.
    Learning appears–to man, as a relearning condition;
    The problem with revelation, is–a cultural tradition.

    “Do not enter”–paints a restriction of another man;
    Beyond the threshold lives the quest of a noble stand.
    A task may deserve progress–within a mental chase;
    But, patience values polish–within the limits of haste.

    Ah, so you are ready to engage your straining heart?
    The speed of a locomotive was slow at the very start.
    Disturbance is calculated by projects beyond the door;
    So be prepared to awaken sensitive minds–with more.
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  • Today joins the past with tomorrow’s not;
    Future debt leads to a dependable source.
    Life on earth…boils down to a boiling pot;
    You needed more–yesterday, of course.

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    Today joins the past with tomorrow’s not;
    Future debt leads to a dependable source.
    Life on earth…boils down to a boiling pot.
    You needed more–yesterday, of course.

    Employ a clever moment of tactical work;
    Administer cost…to sustain here and now.
    Vigorously, eat through your present past;
    Notice!…the future longs to show you how.

    Labor consistently unfolds a cautious sign,
    In search of the direction your money went.
    Pay the debts that haunt your present time,
    For your future computes with past events.

    Lean carefully toward an obvious necessity;
    Resolutely passby, and rest–for a future set.
    Support the past, and forsake convenience;
    Chagrin kindly sets a raw compulsive debt.

    Time!…will hardly alot your financial needs,
    For the world coldly churns–rich and poor.
    Money will scarcely satisfy impulsive greed;
    Past, present, and future screams for more.

    Escape the cruelty of debt–by a stingy diet;
    Cost of now!…will provide one slippery way.
    Freedom is a beautiful fight of sacred lots;
    Your future is consumed with debts to pay.

    Beat it!…by now!…if possible, conquer cost;
    The past is relentlessly dogging efforts now.
    Immediate cost!…issues…your future’s lose,
    For a scheme-of-things…yells a sigh: WOW!
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