• Others 25.07.2007 No Comments

    Reminisce the innocent business of Eve and Adam,
    For God commanded them to multiply their pattern.
    A crafty old serpent spied sweet Eve drawing near;
    Offer this tasty fig to the man! who said, yes dear.

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    Reminisce the innocent business of Eve and Adam,
    For God commanded them to multiply their pattern.
    A crafty old serpent spied sweet Eve drawing near;
    Offer this tasty fig to the man! who said, yes dear!

    Simply, yes dear!…is a way of peace–to the world;
    It began at a garden tree, when man spoke to a girl.
    Man’s action changed, because woman became vain;
    She discovered beauty–and the way to trap a man.

    That old serpent made sense of the creation of sex;
    Adam found a woman, so Eve told him what is next.
    Adam naturally harasses Eve…with a forbidden fruit;
    Then, she makes him do whatever she wants him to.

    Between man and woman, a threat is good and bad;
    Man lacks a normal sense to enjoy the fruit she had.
    Creation is hers’ to command…to win a commitment;
    Woman rewards man–a fruit of sweet contentment.

    Natural man is an enemy…who becomes a nasty boy;
    Until! some woman bears the fruit to approve his toy.
    Sexual behavior expresses equal–to his harassment;
    Man and woman unite with a social embarrassment.

    In arousing himself in search of woman–he offends;
    Because!…social norms expect his chase to pretend.
    From a distance, he acts the part of a foolish friend,
    Until she turns: you have my style; so, come-on in!

    Beautiful sex will appear–only as a thief in the night;
    It can’t be viewed in a natural state, ’til relief is right.
    Dare to grasp beauty–as love, while no one is looking,
    For her sexy frame is beauty…in the kitchen–cooking.

    The world has multiplied the mold of Adam and Eve;
    ‘Cause she sent woman to alter, when they disagree.
    Adam instructs men to listen–for the female opinion
    For she rules the world–from the bedroom dominion.

    The charming woman can boycott the marriage bed,
    By gaining control of any reason to turn every head.
    Man reorients in compliance with the female gender;
    Causing a great disturbance…to admit his surrender.

    Adam attended the garden–didn’t see the big picture;
    But Eve, on the other hand, saw a big worldly stature.
    Adam noticed the forbidden fruit…in the hand of Eve;
    Yes dear!…that is a delicious fruit, cause now I see.
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  • Others 25.07.2007 No Comments

    Money sends a message of continueous strength;
    Enduring power is the resolve of its gifted length.
    Wealthy minds rule–to subdue a mean condition,
    That society receives shelter in a careful position.

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    Money sends a message of continuous strength;
    Enduring power is the resolve of its gifted length.
    Wealthy minds rule–to subdue a mean condition,
    The society receives shelter in a careful position.

    Speak no curse of a wealthy purse–within a wall,
    For revenge-in-the-wind will carry the voice to all.
    Money demands instant respect–by rich and poor;
    Vocal critics are aptly contained beyond the door.

    Even poor houses require blessings from wealth;
    The world turns–on an axis of economic health.
    Poor conditions may judge powers to be wrong;
    But, riches will charm…through a human throng.

    The pure declaration is accused of false witness,
    For proper judgement smiles…to favor necessities.
    Let’s eat, drink, and be merry–as the world turns;
    Critics have no case-in-point, nor wealth to burn.

    Once rich, always rich!…such a condition–is love;
    It is the blessing of heaven–in the form of a dove.
    The “love of money” is only a curse to the slacker,
    For a world of goodness invites a temporal packer.

    Divinity may disciple the mistakes of a worldly king;
    But, the greater fool lacks the substance of a ring.
    Wisdom may gather from heaven–to right a wrong,
    While a state-of-money sings a beautiful love song.

    Wealth! that rules the world in constant meanness,
    Administer laws to subdue man’s sacred happiness.
    A Holy Battle with this wealth of tyrannical charm,
    Grants a blessed paradox–hearld a National alarm.
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  • Others 25.07.2007 No Comments

    To sleep!…perchance to dream of order,
    Derived of systems on a chaotic border.
    Surrounded by entities of lost confusion,
    And bewildered thru a chaos of delusion.

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    To sleep!…perchance to dream of order,
    Derived of systems on a chaotic border.
    Surrounded by entities of lost confusion,
    And bewildered thru a chaos of delusion.

    A systematic power pends for freedom,
    To control men by a tyrannical kingdom.
    The good of all mankind–so concerned,
    Establishes a system where all can learn.

    Everyone is perfectly contented to sleep;
    Dreams pass the time–from head to feet.
    No smart expectations will flee–by order;
    They sleep against the border of smarter.

    People mingle threat with a state of fear;
    Declaring to each other–a state of cheer.
    No one dares to act with a bold demand;
    Wondering around…without a command!

    The dream of order shifts to a nightmare;
    Chaos dominates everyone’s blank stare.
    Will a commander take charge of dreams,
    And alter chaos–for what society deems?

    Independence may collaborate with sense,
    To control free chaos in the present tense.
    Entities of education will establish the lead,
    For a limited power–with a dream to feed.

    From an upper view–high-up on the heap,
    Dispell chaos, with commandments to keep.
    Dreams interact…as another man deems,
    Wake-up to sleep, and order your dream.
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  • Others 25.07.2007 No Comments

    When it is awfully hard to be right,
    Everybody has two-bits to share.
    Opinions can float through right,
    Like interference possess the air.

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    When it is awfully hard to be right,
    Everybody has two-bits to share.
    Opinions can float through right,
    Like interference possess the air.

    If ignorance could be a golden mine,
    They would stick their nose full-of-it.
    Power assumes to know every mind;
    Wrong is right, when they’re full-of-it.

    They have no interest in what you say;
    They’ve already said it–their own way.
    Change a better way to their two-bits,
    ‘Cause your naive opinion does not fit.

    Stealing through all these bits of crap,
    Requires some opinion-proof road map.
    Stink is much higher on the power-list,
    Aiming to put you in line with their fist.

    Business could unfold rather smoothly,
    If noses got together to smell the crap.
    All you have to do, rather persistently,
    Is fit your niche into the rejection trap.

    Rejection is a natural test of the nerves;
    Keep steady…when they throw a curve.
    Try to decipher all those confusion jerks,
    For jerks have a right to demand a quirk.

    It is absurd to assume the right opinion,
    Since time travels in this bodily dominion.
    Blind authority presses the right-of-way,
    So tread extremely lightly–opinions say.
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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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  • 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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  • 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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