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Free the Babe's please!
The babe's are in the dark,the door is closed
Light sneaks under the door,the chairs shuffle and then no more
They cuddle up and kiss in fear, of what they know will appear
For years this boy and girl suffered from this HELL!
They come to me from out of there, putrid and in pain
I look at them with empathy and unshown despair
Others judge them with blind disdain
They no nothing of their pain,Oh! these babe's
I don't work alone, such is this complicated mess
The days go by the seasons change,these babe's will never be the same
They are safe now you see, all grown up with family
This is not the end I know,there will be more pain and woe
Light sneaks under the door,the chairs shuffle and then no more
They cuddle up and kiss in fear, of what they know will appear
For years this boy and girl suffered from this HELL!
They come to me from out of there, putrid and in pain
I look at them with empathy and unshown despair
Others judge them with blind disdain
They no nothing of their pain,Oh! these babe's
I don't work alone, such is this complicated mess
The days go by the seasons change,these babe's will never be the same
They are safe now you see, all grown up with family
This is not the end I know,there will be more pain and woe
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Posted: Jul 2010
About this poem:
A bit about my work these kids were twins and are among hundreds saved,sadly thousands aren't.
dance for me
On the stage she stands
Her naked curves on display
Spining polvolting
She caresses her pole tight
Legs wrapped hanging
Hair touching the floor her bossoms hanging displyed for her ordiance
Cheer shouts for more
Money falling from the air
She displys her angelic curves gyrating the music blasts
Sensual slow
The ordiance on heat beging for more
Her slow rotations her bossoms and sweet lips her muff defying gravityshe give them plenty to see
The voyouer her ordience begging for more
One last twirl she gathers her wod of notes her payment paid in full
Her naked curves on display
Spining polvolting
She caresses her pole tight
Legs wrapped hanging
Hair touching the floor her bossoms hanging displyed for her ordiance
Cheer shouts for more
Money falling from the air
She displys her angelic curves gyrating the music blasts
Sensual slow
The ordiance on heat beging for more
Her slow rotations her bossoms and sweet lips her muff defying gravityshe give them plenty to see
The voyouer her ordience begging for more
One last twirl she gathers her wod of notes her payment paid in full
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Posted: Oct 2013
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FINAL FLIGHT
It was a cold and dark december night,
A shedualled flight to U.S.A.
Terrorists with no concience,
Knew the passengers were not going all the way
Heartless in their convictions
In Frankfurt the bomb was placed
Never to see their home and friends,
So many innocent lives erased
The plane came down over Lockerbie,
Destroying homes in a quiet street
Death and destruction,a horror scene'
wreckage and bodies were strewn.
Few forgot the tragic day,
Or the 747 the iranians blew away,
The world expressed there sympathy,
reagan said his piece
the devistation of lockerbie
Carnage in the fields
The pilots never stood a chance,
as the plane fell from the sky,
WHY ?? in the name of politics
did so many innocents lose their life,
How could a bomb be planted ?,it slipped the security net.
The horror of a cold december night
The world just cant forget
A shedualled flight to U.S.A.
Terrorists with no concience,
Knew the passengers were not going all the way
Heartless in their convictions
In Frankfurt the bomb was placed
Never to see their home and friends,
So many innocent lives erased
The plane came down over Lockerbie,
Destroying homes in a quiet street
Death and destruction,a horror scene'
wreckage and bodies were strewn.
Few forgot the tragic day,
Or the 747 the iranians blew away,
The world expressed there sympathy,
reagan said his piece
the devistation of lockerbie
Carnage in the fields
The pilots never stood a chance,
as the plane fell from the sky,
WHY ?? in the name of politics
did so many innocents lose their life,
How could a bomb be planted ?,it slipped the security net.
The horror of a cold december night
The world just cant forget
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Posted: Nov 2009
Post Comment"I am found "
In my heart there is a fire
Verily, In my soul a light
In my mind I keep you ever
For you my strength and might.
I stood at the edge of the Abyss
As deeper I looked
Ever darker it was
Cold is the night of your absence.
I walked where angels fear to tread
Nary I escaped the maddening grip
Of the knowledge of good and evil
I called out your name but sadly no reply.
I wandered through desert wildrness
I could take no pleasure for thought of you
A vast ocean between us
I am shipwrecked for your love.
I lay on my bed of sorrow
The fire ever burning,
The fever in my bones
I will search again tomorrow.
But I woke this night
To the sound of my name
I oped my eyes ...no one was there
Sadly this must be a dream.
Then I heard my name once more
And felt a touch of warmth
Brush across my face confused
.....Tis" I be not afraid.
Verily, In my soul a light
In my mind I keep you ever
For you my strength and might.
I stood at the edge of the Abyss
As deeper I looked
Ever darker it was
Cold is the night of your absence.
I walked where angels fear to tread
Nary I escaped the maddening grip
Of the knowledge of good and evil
I called out your name but sadly no reply.
I wandered through desert wildrness
I could take no pleasure for thought of you
A vast ocean between us
I am shipwrecked for your love.
I lay on my bed of sorrow
The fire ever burning,
The fever in my bones
I will search again tomorrow.
But I woke this night
To the sound of my name
I oped my eyes ...no one was there
Sadly this must be a dream.
Then I heard my name once more
And felt a touch of warmth
Brush across my face confused
.....Tis" I be not afraid.
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Posted: Jul 2012
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Punished..
Iwas punished for my sincere love
With a knife in my heart
My heart bleeds so much
I can't stop it.
I was punished for my sincerity
With maany lies and dreams without reasons
Witha message which made me feel a clown
A clown of u enjoy with my true feelngs.
I was punished because I belived
Still exists someone sincere
But he wakes me up with a slap
Of his words on my face.
With a knife in my heart
My heart bleeds so much
I can't stop it.
I was punished for my sincerity
With maany lies and dreams without reasons
Witha message which made me feel a clown
A clown of u enjoy with my true feelngs.
I was punished because I belived
Still exists someone sincere
But he wakes me up with a slap
Of his words on my face.
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Posted: Aug 2009
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Can you see another may not ever see again....:(
PLEASE READ CAREFULLY................
A 21 year old guy had worn a pair of contact lenses during a barbecue party.(An event or meal at which food is cooked outdoors over an open grill or fire)
While barbecuing he stared at the fire charcoals continuously for 2-3 minutes.
After a few minutes, he started to scream for help and moved rapidly, jumping up and down.
No one in the party knew why he was doing this?
Then he admitted into the Hospital, the doctor said he'll be blind permanently because of the contact lenses that he had worn.
Contact lenses are made by plastics, and the heat from the charcoal melted
his contact lenses.
DO NOT WEAR CONTACT LENSES WHERE OVERHEATING AND FLAMES ARE CONCERNED.... OR
WHILE COOKING...!
)
Refrence: Statas of the day on facebook
A 21 year old guy had worn a pair of contact lenses during a barbecue party.(An event or meal at which food is cooked outdoors over an open grill or fire)
While barbecuing he stared at the fire charcoals continuously for 2-3 minutes.
After a few minutes, he started to scream for help and moved rapidly, jumping up and down.
No one in the party knew why he was doing this?
Then he admitted into the Hospital, the doctor said he'll be blind permanently because of the contact lenses that he had worn.
Contact lenses are made by plastics, and the heat from the charcoal melted
his contact lenses.
DO NOT WEAR CONTACT LENSES WHERE OVERHEATING AND FLAMES ARE CONCERNED.... OR
WHILE COOKING...!
Refrence: Statas of the day on facebook
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Posted: Nov 2011
About this poem:
Found this on facebook
What I heard
So you f@#$ed it up again!
Did you hear? A guy turned blue from an overdose!
A guy the color of your shirt threatened to kill the third shift manager
I got it fixed, now it's making me look like a liar
I haven't seen you go to the bathroom or get a drink today
How is your day going? I got the belts broke
Any body have any questions?
Did you hear? A guy turned blue from an overdose!
A guy the color of your shirt threatened to kill the third shift manager
I got it fixed, now it's making me look like a liar
I haven't seen you go to the bathroom or get a drink today
How is your day going? I got the belts broke
Any body have any questions?
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Posted: Jun 2017
About this poem:
Some random things heard at my job
Countless
You can't guess how stress affects inside,
How many times I've lived and died,
Inside this mind of mine,
I've lived countless lives,
Lied countless lies,
Sighed countless sighs
Cried countless cries,
Dried countless eyes,
Written countless lines ,
Finished countless rhymes,
And spit them countless times,
Exactly how many?,
Your guess is as good as mine,
I can't be precise,
I can't count that high...
How many times I've lived and died,
Inside this mind of mine,
I've lived countless lives,
Lied countless lies,
Sighed countless sighs
Cried countless cries,
Dried countless eyes,
Written countless lines ,
Finished countless rhymes,
And spit them countless times,
Exactly how many?,
Your guess is as good as mine,
I can't be precise,
I can't count that high...
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Posted: Feb 2014
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Lots and lots....
the digital Dodger
the digital pickpocket, digits in hand
will steal your bits, one at a time
cunning and sly, in a manner offhand
more subtle than mere common crime
brush with you in that bustling crowd
the beautiful camouflage of my web
Artfully, my intents so skillfully i shroud
opportunity, like water does flow and ebb
i wait at the end of silken line woven
with scarcely a move of perceptible note
for the mark of you, so carefully chosen
but once i strike that's all she wrote
you're mine now, to play as i please
and watch you as you wriggle in vain
from your credit card i tightly squeeze
every ounce of money i can easily gain
take into account and remove on the sly
is today how The Parish Boy's Progress
with Fagin at the back to watch and spy
the pickin's too easy to not transgress
© agoodguy2have 2011-03-09
will steal your bits, one at a time
cunning and sly, in a manner offhand
more subtle than mere common crime
brush with you in that bustling crowd
the beautiful camouflage of my web
Artfully, my intents so skillfully i shroud
opportunity, like water does flow and ebb
i wait at the end of silken line woven
with scarcely a move of perceptible note
for the mark of you, so carefully chosen
but once i strike that's all she wrote
you're mine now, to play as i please
and watch you as you wriggle in vain
from your credit card i tightly squeeze
every ounce of money i can easily gain
take into account and remove on the sly
is today how The Parish Boy's Progress
with Fagin at the back to watch and spy
the pickin's too easy to not transgress
© agoodguy2have 2011-03-09
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Posted: Mar 2011
Post CommentGhoul Bus
I had this dream the other night
I was on this road and this bus pulled up
Come on board the decomposing bus driver said
So on I went with all the other ghoulish people
Some were mere skeletons
While others looked just like me
Still without rotting flesh
So the bus quickly became overcrowded
As more and more decomposing and not so much decomposing ghouls
Got on board
The bus would let you get off if you were still alive
As I was
So I got off this bus of death and rotting flesh
So i thought where did this dream come from?
Then the next day I saw the bus carrying the ghouls from Janesville
The ones who had threatened murder at my work place
Then it made sense to me
I was on this road and this bus pulled up
Come on board the decomposing bus driver said
So on I went with all the other ghoulish people
Some were mere skeletons
While others looked just like me
Still without rotting flesh
So the bus quickly became overcrowded
As more and more decomposing and not so much decomposing ghouls
Got on board
The bus would let you get off if you were still alive
As I was
So I got off this bus of death and rotting flesh
So i thought where did this dream come from?
Then the next day I saw the bus carrying the ghouls from Janesville
The ones who had threatened murder at my work place
Then it made sense to me
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Posted: Jul 2017
About this poem:
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