• With a touch-of-class!…borrowing ideas
    from demented minds of the past;
    Wisdom attempts to teach noble thought,
    that hurtful notions may never last.

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    With a touch-of-class!…borrowing ideas
    from demented minds of the past;
    Wisdom attempts to teach noble thought,
    that hurtful notions may never last.

    Postpone!…and simply regulate the senses;
    expose mental fibers with a connection.
    Notions may impose a sensible commotion,
    offering relief…related to an affection.

    Friendship impels a quest of kindly hearts,
    granting service with protection.
    Never stoop to scrap the bottom of a barrel,
    allowing scum an ounce of selection.

    Before corruption fertilizes a dim thought,
    let balance judge a measure of weight.
    Friendly therapy…carefully placed on scale,
    protects the interest of a tender mate.

    Rumor has-it!…that friends bravely perform,
    protecting an eager vibration of another.
    Such a noble jester…includes a lasting scope,
    surrounded by a husband and a brother.

    Therefore, listen closely…to a noble heart;
    with attentive ears…to a mindful wit.
    Things worth measurement–even in part,
    employs intellect…with things that fit.
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  • A talent master, who hails from Australia,
    Resides on a playground of fifty loose ends.
    He designed a studio…on a field of dreams,
    Where he balances old music with a blend.

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    A talent master, who hails from Australia,
    Resides on a playground of fifty loose ends.
    He designed a studio…on a field of dreams,
    Where he balances old music with a blend.

    The future is pregnant with the lyrical art;
    While music harmonics electrify the world.
    Australia ties the end…with a Texas friend;
    To create music more beautiful than pearls.

    Technically assisted, found talent in Texas,
    Artists readily afloat…with a merit of notes.
    Entertain no confusion on this playground;
    Fifty years will bouy a harbor lot of boats.

    How many clever tones will a talent take,
    For friends to match art–perfect blend?
    A playground change is for history’s sake,
    Talent enhances wit–to the perpetual end.

    Notice an obvious taste, as a talent picks;
    Notation intervals arrange…like a genius.
    Music–hand picked, is a marvelous niche,
    Harmony clings…for players to attend us.

    An aesthete specialist rises to the occasion,
    To rescue the value of an art contribution.
    Though past and present, a player lives on,
    As public sensitometers await distribution.

    It will never be late for a calm sensible rest,
    ‘Cause time refuses art to release any faster.
    Boldly, dreams establish an effortless quest,
    For Texas playgrounds…receive the master.
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  • Welcome to the world of humans becoming alert;
    Whimsical wishes shift positions…like floating dirt.
    This judgemental dust weighs on a temporal scale,
    When a mind carries the body…like a creepy snail.

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    Welcome to the world of humans becoming alert;
    Whimsical wishes shift positions…like floating dirt.
    This judgemental dust weighs on a temporal scale,
    When a mind carries the body…like a creepy snail.

    Anatomical muscles are born to bear the weight;
    Set with a task…to approach some stressful hate.
    Weight supports exercise–designed for strength;
    Enhance a mental quest, that is better–at length.

    Physical tension exerts resolve–prone to a fight,
    As a nervous battle involves muscles made tight.
    The conflict is not a mere moment of endurance;
    Rather, a constant threat for physical insurance.

    Movement touches behavior in the human mind;
    Angles slightly-off, will burn the posterior behind.
    An alternate maneuver would have been smart;
    But this pinched condition suffers a cruder part.

    Still, life goes-on…in the fastlane–moving ahead;
    Keep-up!…’cause behind is evidence of the dead.
    Fight for survival; certainly, quitting is no option;
    Whatever slacks-off will likely seek for a solution.

    Congenial service awakens in a friendly massage,
    Establishing the mind to amend a painful passage.
    Pressure touches–persuade a cruel nagging pinch,
    That gentle assistance relaxes muscles…is a cinch.

    Art, such as relaxation, is a strategic mental gain;
    A tactical carnality–as a sense of directional aim.
    An offline experience–to associate motor nerves,
    Manages to unpinch stress with smoother curves.
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  • Vindictive administrations assert a systematic protection,
    Dementing with minds–to suggest, educational correction.
    Judicial committees attempt to calculate a national smile;
    Sustain revenge that vindicate–legal binding is kinda mild.

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    Vindictive administration assert a systematic protection,
    Dementing with minds–to suggest, educational correction.
    Judicial committees attempt to calculate a national smile;
    Sustain revenge that vindicate–legal binding is kinda mild.

    Masterful tools…litigate control to set a law on social rules;
    Private liberty has diminished in a world overrun with fools.
    Legal documents are imposed, as obedience ruins the truth;
    Because compliance is inflicted by the law of a lesser worth.

    Complete advocation esteems America as a glorious place;
    Freedom aligns with a vile file…to progress at a rapid pace.
    The record show: studious citizens seekforth with a scream;
    Faithful correction measures money, but, not what it seems.

    Credit validates an American vision–in a progressive dream;
    Realizing the final trap still overlooks what awareness deems.
    Social escalation raises the net–expanding a punishment set;
    Americans are compelled…to run the race of a slippery debt.

    Freedom!…now propels America–into a sly state of greed;
    Alterations–in the system, threaten with a financial need.
    Patriotism becomes a malignant embassy–proclaiming hire;
    Achieving a plan, that sacred government…is a judicial liar.

    National security depends on the safety of the seatbelt trap;
    Lobbying Washington–insures, the courts rule a capital map.
    Enforcement has diminished…to the assassination of masses;
    Public opinion no longer matters; rob the fools on the passes.

    Set for debt: conditions unbecoming, and certainly out going;
    Higher education imposes pressure…on the facts of learning.
    The facts-of-life are buried treasures–deep within the heart;
    The known world…now uproots–to tear sacred values apart.
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  • Rosy lips, portray a smile…
    For me alone and my heart.
    Perchance…tarry for awhile.
    O, sweet charm, tear me apart.

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    Rosy lips, portray a smile…
    For me alone and my heart.
    Perchance, tarry for a awhile.
    O, sweet charm, tear me apart.

    Know beforehand–my two parts:
    Base enchanting and the wild.
    Touching higher up…in my heart,
    Where is found–tender and mild.

    Mister Wild, meet Mister Mild.
    Take a chance on this romance.
    Rosy lips, sweet charming smile,
    Deserves…one romantic dance.

    Tender mild, she drives me wild–
    Reaching for my higher parts.
    Basic charms bring out the mild;
    Planting smiles within my heart.
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  • Material things inflate the ego mind,
    while eyes intensify with greed.
    A bully will control things–in time;
    finally, vanity determines need.

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    Material things inflate the ego mind,
    while eyes intensify with greed.
    A bully-want, controls things…in time;
    finally, vanity determines a need.

    Frequent inventions…set a generation
    with unfamiliar hearts…in a net.
    No norm inclination…will dare be still;
    to feel…is a compulsive threat.

    Conversation will eventually surface,
    for a common important value.
    Still, don’t ignore the events of going;
    the commercial mart invites you.

    Time unravels life–we share together;
    silence prefers the golden walk.
    Stop!…and look at me…look for you;
    please converse with love talk.

    Some things we know–of this and that;
    frustration deal a wistful thought.
    Value disallows an interesting pattern,
    like the inflated ego–we bought.

    Tho, numbness is glued to a TV screen,
    the volume will likely drown you.
    Media rudeness portrays the obscene;
    rather that!…than tolerate you.

    Enduring may be crazy–sometimes!,
    craving the distractions we feel.
    When tender vibs unconsciously arise,
    money persuades love to be real.
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  • Years roll-by…into the past, as the world turns;
    Timeless is a wonderful realm to share the fun.
    Together!…is a mighty powerful touch-of-life;
    Enticing happiness to join a man and his wife.

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    Years roll-by…into the past, as the world turns;
    Timeless is a wonderful realm to share the fun.
    Together!…is a mighty powerful touch-of-life;
    Enticing happiness–to join a man and his wife.

    Faces glare…face-to-face with running races;
    Passing loosely–so quickly, on fleeting paces.
    Timidity offers no shyness for relentless deals;
    Sunlight smiles upon life’s progressive wheels.

    In the arms of love, a fetus enters from above;
    The child invites adults to increase their love.
    With a simple sentiment, nature simply asks,
    That parents take time to remove the mask.

    Beauty arrives–not through tangible things;
    But, like a breath of fresh-air, beauty sings.
    Reality changes things…with a gentle touch;
    Inspite of a rushing world…with foolish stuff.

    Comfort eludes this world–of shallow gold,
    Where sacrifice hangs on treasures untold.
    Words fall-short, expressing paper thoughts,
    That hearts may warm: treasures unbought.

    Tarry-not for love…in an ornamental world;
    True value rides on the shoulders of my girl.
    Years taught her tenderness in my embraces,
    While mother shared love…with pretty laces.

    Passing thru years–from birth to twenty-two,
    My little girl Crystal Amy, is now a big girl, too.
    Going beyond the mark–to teach you and me,
    She is more beautiful, now!…at the age of 23.
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