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If you have some lonely sweet potatoes
I have a recipe that is fun and nutritious
· You can garnish with organic tomatoes
Yummy, quick and oh so very delicious

Cooking just makes your heart all aflutter
· Start with coconut oil and a pat of butter
Into the pan it goes, heat it up on medium
· Throw in your onions sliced or diced
Start them browning, no frowning

· Add all those cut up sweet potatoes
Now the spices here’s how that goes
· Shake on the cumin and turmeric
This will start the savory kick
Your kitchen will be atmospheric
· Don’t forget salt and pepper
They just go together, clever!
· Spice it up with fresh thyme
· Garlic added at the end time
Be creative with spices you like
You’re going to love the first bite

Cook until sweet potatoes are tender
Giving up the flavors in hot surrender

· It won’t take too long so sip your wine
Julia would say it helps make it a fun time
· Adding a splash or two of that red juice
Makes a wonderful sauce when reduced

· If you must have some meat
Cook that in a separate pan
Add it in so it looks really neat
· Noodles added would be a plan

Sweet potatoes are so good for you
Hope you try and enjoy it too
Remember, you are what you eat
Au revoir and Bon Appetite!

toen ik nog een jongen was had ik dromen dromen over iemand die van je hield die je niet wegschopte als een hond niet sloeg zonder reden niet vernedert zonder reden er was oorlog in mijn hartje ik was 10 al die mishandelingen zonder reden door iemand waar je van hield je eigen vader al die pijn in mijn hartje zonder reden ik werd ouder ik raakte het spoor kwijt alweer oorlog maar nou met mij zelf ik raakte aan de drank ik was 16 ik zwierf door de straten in de nacht als een dief mensen keken niet naar je om geen woordje ik voelde me zo verschopt door alles we zijn weer een stap verder naar de weg die ik zocht naar 20 jaar verslavingen ben ik eruit gespronge gelukkig heb de duivel vaal gezien maart ik heb de oorlog gewonnen ik ben nou zelf vader van een zoon hij is speciaal die liefde die ik nooit gehad heb geeft hij mij zo de oorlog is over ik hoef niet meer the vechten is genoeg zo

This body is a prison,
From which I'll never leave
My flesh is iron bars
Made to confine me.

My soul is so much more
Than this body could ever hold
But yet Im trapped within
My freedom has been sold.

My warden is my pain
It tells me how I can live
And though I try to do my best
Ive little left to give

Im bound to this existence
Its the lot that I've been dealt
And I will bear this burden
Of my living, painful cell.

Sometimes you don't need anyone,
and want to be alone.
Keep the distance away from people.
You've suddenly became a loner.
Less talk.
Sad eyes.
No more smile and laugh between us.
You shield yourself.

Then I realized.
Actually you just want to be found.
With them asking "are you okay?"
That is enough for you.

I'm on discovery channel for a while too see whats new. Had a good day at work, b and e's lately alot of doors to fix. A cold beer sits in wait on the table at the couch. Cat's in the window smellin the air. Car's driving by as their tires chat the road. Fill up the tub have a bath pretty soon. Not sure what to eat, but while I soak in the tub I'll figure what to cook. Perhaps some 'A an E' or 'TLC' a round a boxing or spike I'll see.

The story starts as a man is rushed to hospital for emergency operation on his left leg, the surgeon decides to take off the leg below the knee, after months of convalescence the man was ready for moulding and fitting of the new limb. The man found new problems with walking as his leg hurt so much, he would try to stuff foreign objects to relieve the pain, but to no avail, the pain was still there. As time went by it was found the leg would only work in it's original configuration, it works better now though the pain persists, the man has learned many things as his first goal is to leave for home. At present the man is still here, awaiting his release date to go home. I should know because I am that man.

Author: John Ginesi
Written: 13th November 2018

Drawing slowly and deeply exalting it's life .
A giving force of exaltation. Breathe a deep sigh giving
Fullness of power and Might. As. Gentle
As a morning doves flight .
A misty stillness lingers throughout the night.
Caressed by its gentle coolness to fufill
Its course in life. A lover's Destiny to embrace life.

Wide awake it's 3 AM
insomnia, can't sleep again
movies playing, theater of mind
times long past, another life
haunted by so many memories
inside recalling ancient history
what was said, what I did
people and pets since I was a kid
brief and long lived interactions
who, what, why, and how they happened
things that shaped me when I was young
every picture framed and hung
sights, sounds, scents, stored sacrosanct
black and white or colored paints
wide awake, the stories speaking
Keeping me from resting, sleeping...

©? Antonio Acosta

Sing to me my precious one
Your song of Yes and No
A song that starts with questions asked
And never tells of woes

What thoughts make up your memories
What dreams of long ago
Are you at your senior prom
With your high school beau?

Can you see your wedding day
Your husband’s handsome face
Or hear your firstborn baby cry
When he joined the human race?

Life! Where is your justice
That you so can so cruelly go
And leave her precious melody
A simple yes or No

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He stared at me with ashen face,
A miserable handshake too,
Before his mouth could spew the words,
"Results not good" .....I knew.
Prognosis on a mere sheet of paper,
My body returning to mud,
Written in red I'm reading in tears,
His handwriting...my warm blood.
In haste my fate did travel,
Fast on the wings of bad news,
Warped and distorted my story broke free,
As the truth landed battered and bruised.
One fatal mistake they all did make,
In predicting my impending doom,
That power belongs to God in his Heavens,
So I haven't yet ordered my tomb.