• Others 25.07.2007 No Comments

    Behind every stressful man is a gender-split;
    Delusive minds of the sexes, just…may not fit.
    Waiting!…like vultures hanging up in the sky,
    Systematic powers…pamper this defiant cry.

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    Behind every stressful man is a gender-split;
    Delusive minds of the sexes, just…may not fit.
    Waiting!…like vultures hanging up in the sky,
    Systematic powers…pamper this defiant cry.

    Man labors constantly to blend a gender-split;
    But, sex is a convenient tool for digging a pit.
    Swooping into play, the vultures grasp a rule,
    To unfold a cry-of-delusion…on a gentle fool.

    The stressful man is no fool…when he begins;
    ‘Cause kindly, sex is gentle with his lady friend.
    The vultures gather to offer laws of legal use,
    As a gender-split cries “rule” for spouse abuse.

    Effort arises with a devotion to serve a cause;
    The struggle to appease sex…is having-a-ball.
    Vultures see no virtue–split down-the-middle;
    Mean…merits a reward, as gentle means little.

    A gulf betwixt the split…is a resolute mystery;
    ‘Til finally, patience survives a sexual sensory.
    Vultures are dumb as post–come from space;
    Their function is to legalize the perpetual race.

    Work is man’s character–woven into a vanity,
    That the act of gender sex…is virtually a duty.
    Basically, the value in man’s work…turns a lie,
    ‘Cause a clever fickle female is the angle why.

    When the female refers to man–as filthy scum,
    Our system declares his devotion–a dirty bum.
    Therefore, a gender-split is a mystery to mend;
    Brazenly, to repair the bedroom with his friend.
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  • Better Off 20.07.2007 No Comments

    Beauty enters a cloud of powerful judgement,
    where legal devices serve to abuse it.
    Indeed, gentle hearts break-open, for such evil;
    whereupon, is a resolution to increase it.

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    Beauty enters a cloud of powerful judgement,
    where legal devices serve to abuse it.
    Indeed, gentle hearts break-open, for such evil;
    Whereupon, is a resolution to increase it.
    Gentle beauty designs a good humble witness,
    tho’ ignorant knowledge will accuse it.
    Beauty is a pure child–with constant measure,
    resisting no aggression…to decease it.

    Knowing good, but doing it not–undoes power;
    bad!…prefers to serve on a cruder level.
    Such disturbance…protects self-perception,
    rules away!…by twisting words of travel.
    “State of mind” compels a view of influence,
    unraveling modes of forceful discovery.
    As good slacks-off for clever designs of evil,
    sweet contentment fears a bad recovery.

    Oh!…stone good behavior–acclaimed resistant;
    cloudy blindness can not identify it.
    Rudeness petitions critics onto good hearts,
    while vehemently, the law crucifies it.
    Punishment on good–standing before the law,
    advocate rules which serve corruption.
    Consequently, evil flows–forthwith, most freely;
    set forth to replace good…by deception.

    Evil rages against itself, by offending all good,
    while beauty resolves to be most gentle.
    Good keeps no company with hateful demeanor,
    opposing meager substances…so little.
    Write laws!…that beauty may survive legal anger,
    co-dwelling–with a disposition of rage.
    Except, that congenial good…fight like hell,
    waging war…to lock evil in a cage.
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