• Others 25.07.2007 No Comments

    Safe destruction is a paradox in a trap,
    Diverting the mind–to man-made crap.
    Protection came from the perfect plan;
    Though insight is subdued by idle man.

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    Safe destruction is a paradox in a trap,
    Diverting the mind–to man-made crap.
    Protection came from the perfect plan;
    Though insight is subdued by idle man.

    A safety sign presents a careful course;
    Plan ahead to action, for the real source.
    Establishing habits of intellectual design,
    Can lead the stupid and guide the blind.

    A lifetime journey–put in the running lane;
    Finally, a trap is set, with no one to blame.
    Drawing more narrow…into a bottle neck,
    Hell appears to deliver an accidental heck.

    Bound to sides, and there is no place to go;
    The assailant attempts…at an innocent wo.
    Sorry!…fool, there’s no direction you can do;
    The bottle neck was seperate–for only two.

    Progression forces wisdom into a cold grave,
    To bargain a rendezvous–with fate to save.
    Safety!…on these highways of earthly man,
    Carefully set traps…to kill the perfect plan.

    Placing stock-in-flesh…truely is a mistake;
    Put trust much higher–for heaven’s sake.
    Even blindness can detect a foolish heart;
    Alas, stupid crap isn’t really all that smart.

    An alternative method of man’s behavior,
    Entraps the habit for a traditional savior.
    The bottle neck lays-out a common fight;
    A progress of two; the third is dead right.
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  • Others 25.07.2007 No Comments

    Pain is a reckonary thing–full of cost;
    An event…when sense is lost.
    Lost in the brain, for other things to do;
    As a dormant courage ensues.

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    Pain is a reckonary thing–full of cost;
    An event…when sense is lost.
    Lost in the brain, for other things to do;
    As a dormant courage ensues.

    Quick!…is the lesson of an intense pain,
    Like a javelin thru the brain.
    Brainwaves are galvanized into action,
    Seeking an easier attraction.

    Dumb folks do not escape pain, at all,
    Especially…a hateful call.
    Like an addict, they seek distraction,
    Dulling a galvanized action.

    Instead of producing behavioral sight,
    Like becoming wrong or right,
    The sensible thing becomes illogical;
    The pain-of-hate, so magical.

    The enjoyment of experiencing hate,
    The pain bites like a snake.
    Every poisonous throb to be gained,
    Hate intensifies with pain.

    Jump-to-conclusion is a passtime song;
    Somebody else “did wrong.”
    Yell mean!…and sing-out the cruel fact;
    Pain deserves to get back.

    Angry revenge lays a feast before a foe;
    The snake-bite appetites more.
    Oh! pain, please effect the craving brain;
    So soon…hate becomes insane.
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  • Others 25.07.2007 No Comments

    Notice exclusively…designs of a woman,
    When she secures security from a man.
    Created, as a man’s dependent station,
    To survive the sweat of man’s creation.

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    Notice exclusively…designs of a woman,
    When she secures security from a man.
    Created, as a man’s dependent station,
    To survive the sweat of man’s creation.

    Woman expects attention for her beauty,
    By forging demands on a responsive duty.
    Though her behavior…is hardly some trap,
    Marriage legalizes government–on a sap.

    Trap or not, her virtue relies on a finance;
    Whatever the chance, it’s a costly dance.
    A real government-of-substance–her way,
    Traps security…as long as a man can pay.

    Prostitution will shade a woman’s touch;
    Attracting security…from a willing bunch.
    Money commits man to a sweaty chase;
    By a govern right, she endures the pace.

    Sarcasm!…explains the proper complaint;
    For, the sweaty brow denies a holy saint.
    A woman’s way…isn’t crooked as a snake;
    Her growth is fertilized as a governed take.

    Man has no right to deny the female crook;
    She married property as recorded in a book.
    Her man can earn more; so, she gets it all;
    Otherwise, she’s a social menace–in a fall.

    Worldly substance…was not made for man;
    The sweat he drops, is intended for woman.
    She traps the masculine eye upon her looks;
    Finally, she tenderly takes him–for a crook.
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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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