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To bring the tone and collapse the conversion,
Token of the corpse of the tongue,
Crave my dagger as I rip you a new hole,
As my thunder strikes the sun,
Bigoted minds explore my temptress of hate,
For those that I condemn and forsake,
Bring back the sword and let it lay my mouth,
As my words might disgust and brake,
Brave are the silent, the meek will rule again,
Fist before honour a deplorable conduct,
Make mistakes and pronounce me dead,
My life, my choice, your f*cked,
Deep in your foundation of your rules,
You lie to yourselves with every statement,
No notion or apprehension of the truth,
I dispose of your lifeless body in cement,
My malicious intent makes me scared,
The blood on my brow is forecast now,
In the heat I dismember your cruel,
This distaste I will not allow,
Ever in my chase of hollow charms,
I bet on my Mischievous bones,
To dismiss my partaken bite in ghosts,
I'm gonna continue my qualms in poem's.....

I'm working out at Wongilly Station
My job there is mending fences
Most nights beneath the stars I sleep
The campfire my sole companion

Sometimes I shoot a roo for food
Then there is meat aplenty
Fire crackling and meat sizzling
Gets my mouth to watering

From out of the dark so quietly
The blackfellas start coming
Don't know how, but they all know
Tonight roo is on the menu

The eerie sound of didgeridoo
Soon fills the night air
Some here, some there, the singing started
We soon had a corroboree going

Bodies twisting by flickering fire
And drink passed from hand to hand
As the night draws to a close
There's bodies everywhere laying

Woke by sun in eyes shining brightly
This is Sunday, day of rest
Gone were all the blackfellas
Just as quietly as arrived

The future My future
Your future Who knows
what wars will be waged
within our own souls

Hope lost from lives taken
no room left for salvation
The terror The termoil
The hate of a nation

Opinions of one spread
wide like a cancer
leaving us empty in
the search for an answer

But if we stay true to
what makes us great
no longer will they have
the power to dictate

No border is for birds, air or water
No border for flora and fauna
Soil reaps the maize same
Who are we to give name?

Everyone travels to eat, drink and be merry
Hug relatives, friends and collect memory
Politician visit nations to strengthen ties
Why do they 'tie' when we Must 'Untie'?
Tie with one and leave others?
Untie ties and free from wars!

Migratory birds fly half globe
Not to make homes
Nomadics are only Alive
Each day a new sunshine

Mingle, tingle, sing a jingle
Pull down barriers and borders
Africans go Siberia, Mongols to Brasilia
Northerns go South, Easterns go West

Exchange lingos, cultures and traditions
Migrations will come to least
Everywhere there will be feast
Not countries, states or continents
Let us make 'One World' !!

Lao Tsu said : A good traveller has no fixed plans,
and is not intent on arriving...

cold ice dancer
raspberry ripped
clean clean glass
muscle stripped

no passion spared
whirling storm
he held her high
strength and form

carving crystals
blade and steel
spotlight night
a show for real

judges gasp
audience hail
pinnacle display
they could not fail

Just because you’re thinking
You might outsmart us all
This has got to be riddling
Cause it ain't likely so
Just because were still friends
Doesn’t always mean you know
They’re ain’t gonna be much killing
When we all don't get along
So where does that leave us
Amoung the mighty and the strong
Just ain’t square...Just don’t belong

Can I borrow some money?
I will pay it right back
Just right now I lack
The funds to pay my bills
Seems I spent too much money on too many thrills
I ate out every meal
I smoked a pack a day
I forgot to save for a rainy day
You see I believe in living in the here and now
The past and future, I don't know how
You can worry about such things and take away from the fun
Of living in the moment and life on the run
So it seems I'm in a pickle
I don't even have a nickel
So please don't think it's a crime
If I borrow a dime
Or more because of the wisdom I lack
And don't be surprised if I don't pay it right back
So call if you want cause it's no use
I will just make up an excuse

I have gotten birdies
That is one stroke under par
I got them on par 3 and par 4 holes
I have yet to get one on a par 5 hole
An eagle is two strokes under par
Don't have any of them yet
An albatross or a double eagle is three strokes under par
A condor is a hole in one on a par 5 hole
Condors are the rarest, though a horseshoe shaped hole can yield one
I have been out twice this year
I have two birdies so far
Both on the same hole
#5 at Lacoma in East Dubuque, Illinois
On the par 3 course
I paid $7.00 to golf 18 holes walking
This course doesn't allow any golf carts
Needless to say it is usually wide open
I had the whole course to myself that day
Though it was cold and windy
The other 36 holes were pretty busy

It is natural to feel disappointed

When things don’t go your way

It’s easy to think ....

"I can’t do it, so why try ? "

But no matter how scared you are of making mistakes

Or discouraged you may become

Never give up

Because if you don’t try and

If you don’t go after what you want in life

It won’t come to you

And you’ll be forced to accept

Things that you know could be better

Success is not measured by

Whether you win or you fail

There is always a little bit of success

Even if things don’t go your way

What’s important is that

You’ll feel better about yourself

Language is a wrecking ball
undoing silence, sweetness and song
blasting out peaceful ancient cities living
along nature's hillside

Language is a hold-up
a stop in your face
violating your contentment
and sneering on your race

Language is a possession of
the once well tongue
that becomes sick with lust

Roaring out through the eyes
of its holder's soul
language is ego
hanging out of unzipped pant
growing like a weed
in a bed of down