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For sure, they goin to fix you to break you.
For there is nothing to break with a broken you.
So they will goin to sort things out with you.
Comforts you.
Feed lies to you.

Just so you feel like you are being fixed.
But at the end, you just got tricked.
Cuz they goin f*ckin fix you just to break you.
People who are good for nothing but harm.
They saw your weakness and used that as their arm.
Arm to harm you.
To f*ck you.

Beware fellas,
Cuz they be lookin like good niggas,
But the truth is, they will f*ck you hard until nothing of you last.

I chose a lonely life
Without a wife
No one to share
Tears of despair

No one to give
Reasons to live
No one to love
And meet above

No one to care
When i get there
No one to wait
Beyond the gate

No hand to hold
Till i grow old
No lips to kiss
And none to miss

But to be fair
Let's not despair
It's not all bad
When i'm in bed

It's not all sad
If i get mad
No one will keep
Me from a drink

So if I may...
It is okay
I guess I could...
Say, it's all good

Mega Compilation of Disturbing Trail Cam Footage 2024:

1.

This is the reason why none of you women shouldn't be caught in the deep woods and the wilderness by yourselves.

2. Not just trail cams other surveillance camera's on houses
this is real proof of evidence hidden in these places,
what's even more eerie they come out at the most pitch black as night,
other people caught personal footage on the cell-phones.
They think it's Hollywood there was footage caught of a 4ft-spider crossing a path at night.
Then they show a black man running or jogging then this Alien pops out
of the side path bushes and tries to catch him.
When the man had turned around to see what was chasing him
he got really scared and started running faster.

3. If you're puzzled send this to Universal Studio's Hollywood
they will confirm if some of this stuff is genuinely theirs or not.
The trails are no lie and the surveillance camera's and cell-phone footage is no lie. And the police dash cams are no lie.

In truth this no laughing matter to me, someone's trail cam had caught a big-foot
threw a tremendous heavy small log of wood trying to destroy the trail cam
but he had missed it by feet in length.

4. One thing to always bear in mind:
The man on this video had pointed out --
that camera's can pick-stuff that our human eye
cannot see but that camera can see-it.
The man in the Video he is educational very smart and sharp
at what he says.

A lot of these creepy things that only come out at night
they seem to be Lovers of the dark night sky.
They know that dark night darkness can hide them from
being exposed.

Here's another place neither man and woman shouldn't
be caught without a very powerful weapon.
These wild-animals are born with hybrid strength
and hybrid speed they're killers of man and beasts
they hunt down.



Locked Up Abroad TV Show

National Geographic

How best can I describe
That feeling I have inside
Wonderful and overflowing
Nurturing and always growing

What word could encompass
And contain such great mass
Surrounding and absorbing
Buoyant and so supporting

Changing over time and place
Giving us much love and space
Nourishing both great and small
Supporting of life for all

Capable of my greatest fear
Reassuring of peace so dear
Both dangerous in the world we live
And peaceful as any place can give

The oceans can best describe
All we love and fear inside

What do poems mean,?, really?... no one reads them except for other
poem writers, tell life in their words, who cares?, spend five hours writing,
feeling, being, saying, and then...so what?....

I feel you?,,, I know... are you finished?...is it my go?...my turn to write?
I will talk about the stars, talk about life's beauty, my life's misery,
but, will you ever see?......never.......ever......

You can't,,....you never will...be,, anything more than.... what you
feel and what you see.... and life continues to be..... truthfully,,,,,,
all about you......and me!

I wish I were a robot
With full metal parts
Built with sensible forethought
Even including loving hearts

Covered in modern, stylish clothes
Hiding an inquisitive que vive form
From my head down to my toes
Creating the perfect storm

The superpowers are awesome
With only one tiny little concern
I couldn’t take any direct sun
But, that’s the only downturn

I’d be almost perfect
Precision all the way
With a run away intellect
And foul villains to slay

At work I would be unstoppable
Much to everyone’s chagrin
All my parts would be swappable
Except my heart, buried deep within

Yes, if only I were a robot
Yet, I am thinking the unthinkable
The only better idea I got
Is to be completely invisible!

The chair stands pulled up to the table
tight and proud
You're not comming back
No motion no notion!
The guests of the resaurant rave on
None could even spare a thought
Or an inkling of knowing the timing of your going
All inside me is serene
Perhaps I feel the peace at last
Of that knowing
Your time has past.

And now the longing starts to grow,
Then slowly, by longing, I am consumed.
Feeling as if I'm dying from their loss,
I sense my soul fading, softly, into gloom.

In the paradise of my thoughts, I roam,
Gently carried away into their embrace.
As if I become weightless, I am flown,
Lost in the center, in that sacred space.

It seems to me, astonishing and grand,
I would not dare to hinder their flow.
Slowly, I begin to ascend and expand,
Through the paradise of thoughts, I go.

Now a traveler in realms unknown,
I seek to explore with a tender grace,
Places adorned by a longing tone,
Beloved by angels, in sacred space.

I lift my gaze to the sky above,
And witness a passing cloud's chore.
I realize I'm a traveler, guided by love,
Through many worlds, an explorer.

Then a weary thought does smother,
Forcing me out of that ethereal soar.
I shall return, just another,
Back to the earth, a mere mortal once more.

And now the longing starts to grow,
Then slowly, by longing, I am consumed.
Feeling as if I'm dying from their loss,
I sense my soul fading, softly, into gloom.

....................

In the springtime maybe we will dance in the flowers sublime

In the springtime maybe we can love one another just one last time

In the springtime maybe we can touch the sky as we learn to fly

In the springtime maybe we can smell the rain as it falls on upon the rivers and streams as it washes away our pain

In the springtime maybe the sun will glisten upon your golden skin and hair that I may be intoxicated by your beauty so fair

In the springtime maybe we can start fresh to see ourselves healed in mind and spirit instead of carrying around yesterday's mess

In the springtime maybe we can learn to get along and sing happier songs

In the springtime maybe we can dance to a new romance if we are willing to take a chance

In the springtime maybe we can run and play as kids once again before we get too old and only have time to visit each other's grave

In the springtime maybe we can let go and forget past regrets and write a new chapter of love and happier moments to get

In the springtime maybe we can wake up together embracing with our hearts racing making love until the evening sun and moon is facing

In the springtime maybe the love we sought for so many years we will recognize we had it all along but, it was hidden within our tears

In the springtime maybe just maybe instead of writing and dreaming of the love we seek we may one day fully experience it with someone we meet

In the springtime maybe we will wake up and realize it was all but a dream as we watch it flow gently down the stream

For a day in late April yesterday it was stiffly shady with a cold wind.
The year before last was already summery warm so moved naked and freely in the way nature created us.

When came back from a bike-tour where visited emotionally cold, unfriendly mutants,
thraw in warm bath water cleansed of
negative influences.
From the bathtub straight to bed;
Floating snowflakes confirmed the cold.
Duged out the Winter blanket and woke up
bathed in sweet sweats because morning sun's rays
heat up the room.
Stayed in the cozy home, because it's cold outside.

Nature determines Rhythm

Sleepin' in the dark and gettin' up when the rooster crows in the dung heap,
followin' dreams