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    Flaky hearts increase a special plane,
    Locked betwixt their double-mind.
    A level reason to understand the same,
    ‘Cause the green-eyed monster is blind.

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    Flaky hearts increase a special plane,
    Locked betwixt their double-mind.
    A level reason to understand the same,
    ‘Cause the green-eyed monster is blind.

    Cruelty is down…far lower than dirt;
    Beneath the crust of a snobbish gaze.
    Who can reckon with a friendly flirt;
    And alas, forsake a fool in a daze?

    Lifting hearts is the natural sign;
    When…nature is trained in feeling.
    Ascending attractions aid the mind;
    Relieving some tender bewailing.

    Ultimately, an ulterior motive
    Will question a suspicious intent.
    Down!…is awfully sensitive;
    Up!…is conditionally content.

    Critics await on a sharper corner,
    With their two bits–and a holler!
    Kindness is down to every scorner,
    At the cheapest cost of a dollar.

    If the price is right–with time,
    A bewailing will become lighter.
    Overcoming sadness will shine,
    Turning the world unto brighter.

    So go ahead!…put down a lift
    For the sake of complications,
    Reap the foolish looser’s fit,
    That has no real satisfaction.
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  • Others 25.07.2007 No Comments

    The rat-race is on, for dogging the Church-of-God;
    And, saving hearts…is to rescue from a mortal sod.
    This dirty reality entices souls–to crave odd things,
    By clinging to the necessity of man’s tangible sting.

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    The rat-race is on, for dogging the Church-of-God;
    And, saving hearts…is to rescue from a mortal sod.
    This dirty reality entices souls–to crave odd things,
    By clinging to the necessity of man’s tangible sting.

    Mainstream-church…runs this race with worldly rats,
    For defensive boys and girls scamper about like cats.
    The church shares knowledge for man’s raging race,
    While chasing the support of this world’s rapid pace.

    The Church is a teaching-institution of Jesus Christ,
    To reveal sacred truth, which emphasize a highlight.
    Reasonable-sense attends this training of the spirit;
    So that, knowledge within raw minds will suitably fit.

    Active Church fades–drifting toward green pastures,
    As the Ancient-of-Days…acheives a glorious stature.
    The rear-pew calmly observes a stream of rat-races;
    Grazing on experience–in older out-to-pasture paces.

    The young hopeful gaze–stares into the eyes of age,
    While blank minds wait…to write upon an empty page.
    Settle for all truth that radiates through stated purity,
    For the subtle pew, is beyond the conflict-of-eternity.

    In the mainstream, church-folks must chew on grass;
    But, those greener pastures–now wit the world past.
    Wisdom refuses to choose–the return of foolishness,
    By replacing man’s complacency to raging worldiness.

    In this world of tangible things, the rat-race goes on,
    While the greener pew waits in the pasture for home.
    With a contestant prayer-of-hope to save the young,
    Please, Church!…teach them to sing an eternal song.
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  • Give us your tired and your wretched poor;
    They will become citizens of freedom.
    America flows freely…with milk and honey;
    A Promised–Constitutional Kingdom.

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    Give us your tired and your wretched poor;
    They will become citizens of freedom.
    America flows freely…with milk and honey;
    A Promised–Constitutional Kingdom.

    You wretched souls of an obscure selection,
    Need a safe place to do what is right.
    Freedom naturally supports a mighty election,
    Shining brightly throughout the night.

    Fools, the invitation is a mighty refuge haven;
    Extended to all…as freedom draws nigh.
    Why refuse to witness the blessings of Heaven;
    Walking boldly!…with heads held high?

    How do fools exist…harboring a foolish heart,
    Once they step onto this promised land?
    A tranplant transforms an oppressive heart;
    Hope touches him…into a blessed man.

    You poor souls, who step onto American soil,
    We’re not your enemy, for heaven sakes.
    We are free to exist–sharing freedom with you.
    Americans together!…to do what it takes.

    The world is a common place for improvement;
    Opportunities adding to every existence.
    Why impose upon America–a threat to freedom;
    Destroying hope for poor subsistence?

    Be not deceived…into a terrorist attack.
    There are beautiful things to “live for!”
    Poverty may present stories of misery untold;
    But, does God!…bless you to starve?

    Foreign mad dogs will snap at American soil;
    Bite the wealthy hand that feeds poor man.
    When hunger pangs become sharp and cruel,
    Grit your teeth, and bite off your fool hand.

    Praise God!…whom you reverence so High.
    America provides this kind of freedom.
    Therefore, why do fools arrive with a plan;
    To contest this free American kingdom?

    Freedom is a principle some may question.
    As weaknesses abound within the system.
    One type: is an allowance for a weakness;
    A measure to “all” for this typical freedom.

    America promises a land of sad complications;
    Plenty of our own, and more to come.
    Problems are invited to come from foreign lands.
    Where else!…can the poor share some?

    There is no perfect solution to cover the world.
    Still, America is partial to the “have nots”.
    Terrorist, poor souls, and freedom seekers–alike.
    Look, before you leap! This is your best shot.
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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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