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    Fartherest Place From Hell

    Jesus said, “If ye love me, keep my commandments.

    That’s what He said!

    There’s safety in Him.

    Jesus said, “Come follow me.”  Then you will see,

    There’s safety with Him.

    Believe what He said.

    Jesus said, “Be even as I am.”   The Great I AM.

    You will be back Home.

    The fartherest place from Hell.

    Jesus was about His father’s business;

    Telling the world about His business.

    This Man down in the water

    Bears a message from His Father.

    Jesus said, “Man shall live by every word of God.”

    That’s what He said!

    There’s safety in Him.

    Jesus said, “Get thee behind me.”  The world is trouble.

    There’s safety with Him.

    Believe in Him, as a child.

    Jesus said, “Come out of him, ye unclean thing.”

    Now you can go home again;

    The fartherest place from hell.

    Jesus was simple, with a message from Father.

    Rejected and died; so why did He bother?

    We can’t understand a man with such love.

    He is our only hope with our Father above.

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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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  • 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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  • 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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  • 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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  • 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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  • 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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  • 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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  • Today joins the past with tomorrow’s not;
    Future debt leads to a dependable source.
    Life on earth…boils down to a boiling pot;
    You needed more–yesterday, of course.

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    Today joins the past with tomorrow’s not;
    Future debt leads to a dependable source.
    Life on earth…boils down to a boiling pot.
    You needed more–yesterday, of course.

    Employ a clever moment of tactical work;
    Administer cost…to sustain here and now.
    Vigorously, eat through your present past;
    Notice!…the future longs to show you how.

    Labor consistently unfolds a cautious sign,
    In search of the direction your money went.
    Pay the debts that haunt your present time,
    For your future computes with past events.

    Lean carefully toward an obvious necessity;
    Resolutely passby, and rest–for a future set.
    Support the past, and forsake convenience;
    Chagrin kindly sets a raw compulsive debt.

    Time!…will hardly alot your financial needs,
    For the world coldly churns–rich and poor.
    Money will scarcely satisfy impulsive greed;
    Past, present, and future screams for more.

    Escape the cruelty of debt–by a stingy diet;
    Cost of now!…will provide one slippery way.
    Freedom is a beautiful fight of sacred lots;
    Your future is consumed with debts to pay.

    Beat it!…by now!…if possible, conquer cost;
    The past is relentlessly dogging efforts now.
    Immediate cost!…issues…your future’s lose,
    For a scheme-of-things…yells a sigh: WOW!
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  • Eager motives are found within moments of rage,
    For whatever is achieved…may turn another page.
    Means…will obviously lag to hinder a story’s mind;
    For occasionally, restraints are appropriate in time.

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    Eager motives are found within moments of rage,
    For whatever is achieved…may turn another page.
    Means…will obviously lag to hinder a story’s mind;
    For occasionally, restraints are appropriate in time.

    A man endeavors to produce a chapter of his own;
    By painting a landscape picture–pretty well-known.
    Emotional investment grows with personal patience,
    To prime substantial substance for a vital existence.

    Before the invention of the wheel, comes a reason;
    Necessary things arrive with a cause and a season.
    Colombus was an American dream–sailing in blue;
    Prior to crewing a ship, his growing-pains were due.

    Lightbulbs could only be realized by electric power;
    Franklin flew a kite, then Edison realized–his hour.
    Lightning had always thundered through the sky;
    But, no one was ready, ’til someone discovers why.

    The wisdom of God might reveal His greatest wish,
    If man unfolds sacred treasures…without a switch.
    Learning appears–to man, as a relearning condition;
    The problem with revelation, is–a cultural tradition.

    “Do not enter”–paints a restriction of another man;
    Beyond the threshold lives the quest of a noble stand.
    A task may deserve progress–within a mental chase;
    But, patience values polish–within the limits of haste.

    Ah, so you are ready to engage your straining heart?
    The speed of a locomotive was slow at the very start.
    Disturbance is calculated by projects beyond the door;
    So be prepared to awaken sensitive minds–with more.
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  • Most discreetly, my friend delight,
    We captured a sweet precious night.

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    Most discreetly, my friend delight,
    We captured a sweet precious night.

    One solid love of true romance;
    All we did, my friend, was dance.

    Step, step, we sway; true love is gold.
    Most everything real…I was told.

    A quite delight…pure crystal clear,
    The dance of love tingles my ear.

    Tangible worlds, nor mortals made…
    Our true love hath no fare trade.

    Dance not toward the golden bed.
    But, Ooo…sweet dance beyond my head.

    If golden bed be pure delight,
    Why stop, true love, after one night?
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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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  • Attraction!…engenders an affection encroach;
    Reciprocal bask…endures vindictive approach.
    Chemistry submits the heart to a perfect kind;
    God charges the reflection, as a common mind.

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    Attraction!…engenders an affection encroach;
    Reciprocal bask…endures vindictive approach.
    Chemistry submits the heart to a perfect kind;
    God charges the reflection, as a common mind.

    What is desire…that moves the heart outward;
    Altering flesh, which turns the mind backward?
    Especially travelogue–serving God’s purposes;
    Lifting wretched flesh…unto a higher compass.

    Boils threaten to invalidate a mutual belonging;
    Valid grows, nearby–emotions satisfy a longing.
    Hugs are most common–tender loving affection;
    Limits of time provide…for an endless perfection.

    Hugs are not required…from deity, at a distance;
    Persuasions of love are present and consistant.
    The distance of God–like a gift to one another;
    Hug touches are shared…by friends and lovers.

    Suspicious of hugs–turmoil with an open threat?
    Sheltered life comprehends not–dear love…yet!
    Hugs tune heart strings, and influences friends;
    Energetic concessions seek a sad heart to mend.

    Tenderness, with affection, attraction will seek;
    Proving mutual agreement…can touch the meek.
    Enchanting virtue is close to a warm proximity,
    Enabling honest emotions to emit an extremity.

    Wasted hearts seek desparately to share a hug;
    Searching child memories and comfort that was.
    Please!…what is a hug…snug as a bug in a rug?
    Way!…out of control, could smoother near love.

    Subdued natural affection…may appear as a hug;
    Congenial dimensions act as an extension of love.
    Stringent rules lay siege to a warm natural touch;
    Appearances of love will never radiate too much.

    You are okay–to look!…but please, do not touch;
    Chemical vibrations interrupt…in a mid-air crunch.
    Language lends a sensitive body–a touch of stars;
    Emitting exhause fumes from obnoxious motor cars.

    Dare to scan the eyes with a cool tippie tippie toe;
    Social opposities that crush egg shells…as they go.
    An enchanted proximity–lay face to face with love;
    Warm breath meets with tender cheeks and a hug.

    Searching for happiness…begins at a tender age;
    Continuously, as confusion…into an adult cage.
    Refrain from hug touching–void with pure love;
    Some Guiding fools are ignorant of a gentle nudge.

    The breath-of-life enhances a common stress;
    Arriving portentously with a cold touchy mess.
    Arousing warm pulses with an electric embrace;
    Crossing shattered egg shells in a static chase.

    Believing that love is stronger than hard sin,
    Assessing soul damage…by counting to ten;
    Back cautiously away from excruciating pain,
    Moving on forward…with an emotion to tame.

    Suppose, hugs are defiled by a moral demise;
    Wherefore, vile is virtue…for the beautywise.
    A devil disguises evil into a conflict with self,
    Desiring a beautiful edge…by promoting crap.

    Criticizing other beings, who go the wrong way;
    Gathering judges unto self!…by what they say.
    The greater sin lies–on…not forgiving of wrong.
    Whoever is worthy?…may judge the evil throng.

    A wink in the dark, and love without a hug;
    Is far too busy, as usual…with a sinister tug.
    Natural affection diminishes without a hug;
    Touching becomes cold…like a paranoid bug.

    As natural affections are smothered with lies,
    Sweet tender loving hearts will flutter and die.
    Perpetual nonsense bombards love with foes;
    Measuring compulsive pain by temporal woes.

    Beautiful resolutions…commit a sensitive heart;
    Arousing kind emotions from a wreckless start.
    Labor, as we ought, to understand the art of hugs,
    With continuous persuasion from our God above.
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  • Friends appear!…on the familial scene,
    to strengthen and clear the mind.
    Endurance intends no hint to be mean,
    to weaken love with a heart in pine.

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    Friends appear!…on the familial scene,
    to strengthen and clear the mind.
    Endurance intends no hint to be mean,
    to weaken love with a heart in pine.

    Misunderstanding requires many ways,
    to explain pain–a silly simple thing.
    One-way, clearly describes trouble days,
    to surface another way–to bring.

    No doubt!…you are always in my heart,
    to see me through bewildering piles.
    Emotional strength glows near to you,
    to solutions enduring testy trials.

    Beautiful flowers grow, and flowers go;
    to you!…they are truely friends.
    You!…dear, are beauty that never fades,
    to embrace the troubles we mend.

    Passing flowers are medical antedotes,
    to cure the flaws…a heart entertains.
    Vigilant flowers arise…to assist the mind;
    to stymie progress…short of insane.

    Love invites friends who cordially appear,
    to administer relief…unto a struggle.
    Medicine never appears as timely cheer,
    to blindness that cannot see trouble.

    Illness is a flaw, without friendly recourse,
    to an antedote from flowers above.
    Understanding!…is a vision on course,
    to express with the patience of love.
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  • Here is a valid reason to enter the race:
    Gaining a lot more…at a gradual pace.

    There is a courageous life full of clues;
    She gives no excuse…as an effort to you.

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    Here is a valid reason to enter the race:
    Gaining a lot more…at a gradual pace.

    There is a courageous life full of clues;
    She gives no excuse…as an effort to you.

    Polio struck havoc upon the legs of Ener;
    By deformation, she will never surrender.

    Heart’s mother…a loving degree of drive;
    Just to keep a child’s willing heart alive.

    Crutches enter the race…to open books;
    Viewing tender minds with noble looks.

    Pilgrims approach with an eager mode.
    They discover the life of Mister Toad.

    The race is the place youth ought to be;
    Experiencing P&Qs on a learning tree.

    Education is a glad merit of merry tricks,
    Falling into the mind…like pickup sticks.

    Ignorance flees one concept at a time;
    Enhancing the branch of a naked vine.

    Dignity and poise build youth each day;
    Courageous education–the Ener way.
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  • Taking note!…of all the freeway cars,
    Which one carries a soul?
    Regarding,…who you are,
    Very few passengers appear to know,
    You live down an exit road.

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    Taking note!…of all the freeway cars,
    Which one carries a soul?
    Regarding,…who you are;
    Very few passengers appear to know,
    You live down an exit road.

    First!…is first, and second to none;
    Each life endears a heartbeat;
    Every soul is being the ONE.
    There’s a certain exit…to a vital road;
    Precious?…ONE only knows.

    Obscure within that exit…is a story told.
    Love and hate turns the world;
    Life is borned–to growing old.
    Initial facts!…are concealed, you know;
    You’re just another–down a road.

    Billions of minds who have gone before,
    Across pride, guilt, love, and pain,
    Bequeath ripples to billions more.
    Tho’, what of you?…just ONE you know;
    ONE living!…down another road.
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  • As a hardy young man…of nearly sixteen years,
    “Package boy” leads my formal worklife.
    If again, I begun, there’s nothing I would change.
    There is no wrong!…blocking a thing–right!

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    As a hardy young man…of nearly sixteen years,
    “Package boy” leads my formal worklife.
    If again, I begun, there’s nothing I would change.
    There is no wrong!…blocking a thing–right!

    Experience soon taught me…of “worldly things.”
    Contrary to belief, but, the devil is right.
    “Work!”…is an odd pleasure–a series of “stings.”
    If you don’t believe–me!, ask my wife.

    What a perfect delight–an endeavor of “work.”
    Bringing fresh food to a sheltered home.
    Where the family lives, and plays fun together;
    While a strange “bread winner” eats alone.

    This poem intends…NO disgruntled complaint;
    But rather loosely,…happiness in “the red.”
    In a peculiar twist of fate, “work” is…what it ain’t;
    Digging a congenial “hole” for my bed.

    Now, tell me quickly: Is life OK in “the fast lane?”
    Out there!…where “work” is “getting a head?”
    Then, deny this fact: the harder I seem to “work”,
    The deeper goes…digging a “hole”…in “the red.”

    Every “paycheck”…is a step in the right direction.
    My beloved family unites with “Uncle Sam.”
    The task of “spinning wheels” is a spindle pleasure.
    But now!…somebody please–tell me who I am!!

    One step forward…as ten goes the opposite way.
    Each “paycheck” obviously belongs to another.
    If I work a bit harder, possibly, I could “get ahead.”
    Not!…in moving forward, but in the other.

    It’s not enough…to be “taxed” until I bleed to death;
    Legal robbers take a healthy chunk of bread.
    Of course; I understand! It’s legal to live and to die.
    Now consider: “spinning wheels” in “the red?”

    “Help!!…Help!” Friend or foe, will somebody please!
    There’s a thief robbing me “until I am blind.”
    Oh, never mind. The system assumes their rights.
    Anyway!…what I’m working for–isn’t mine.

    So what!…if I have not. I’ve enjoyed a task of “work.”
    It’s a “labor of love”…to please the life of others.
    However, there is an insignificant thing to consider.
    In this “hole”,…it won’t belong…before I smother.

    Oh well, who cares to notice?!…”Work” is not an issue.
    Life is only a business; nobody’s gentle concern.
    Here’s an obvious “fact of life”: consuming is filled.
    Business is not a love-type…of gratitude to earn.

    Don’t get me wrong! That!…refuses to abide.
    “The red” condition, in a “hole”…is lots of fun.
    Even “spinning wheels” is not so chronically bad.
    But, “broke!”, I must admit…is a “hell-of-a-run.”
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  • A principle of concern in the spring of life;
    Wonder!…appears from a man and a wife.
    A third birth increases joy, with great fun;
    Old!…is not so old–perpetuated by a son.

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    A principle of concern in the spring of life;
    Wonder!…appears from a man and a wife.
    A third birth increases joy, with great fun;
    Old!…is not so old–perpetuated by a son.

    The child is amazement on a foreign track;
    At least, this birth arrives–clicky d’ clack!
    A son arises on time…for an eastern train.
    Dangling with dad…by the reason he came.

    Obaasan found time for a railing goodbye;
    Taking-up the expense of a Tokyo joy-ride.
    The child needs to pass through such a trip;
    Otherwise, he’ll not know the value of a tip.

    Clicking along, while dangling from dad;
    A train ride is fun!…well, it’s not half bad.
    Daniel’s blank expression shows little joy;
    That’s a clever dispose…for a smart boy.

    From a foreign train…to a pony express;
    Father and son…ride joyfully thru a mess.
    Delightfully enduring a pressing smother;
    Appeasing misery for a homesick mother.

    Of all…of life’s acts, how long can it last;
    Balancing with survival…of a crazy past?
    Keep-on, Son!; ’til you reach the dawn;
    Do it!…until finally, you’re on your own.

    Life is a combat–fighting hand-to-hand;
    Experience is the edge!…for a clever man.
    Where you are now, dad,…has once been.
    A solution to life…is a conquest of friends.
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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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  • 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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