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Chaise à capuche mort

Une fois conçu par un Français,
Il a été empreint d'une malédiction,
Sur un minuit équinoxe,
Agent de la Mort sur son chemin avant de s'immobiliser,
sur la chaise à capuchon 13, il était assis,
et a laissé une partie de sa magie quand il a quitté,
brusque lorsque le propriétaire a volé un coup d'œil,
Il prit la figure d'un cambrioleur,
Et il est allé rapidement à la présidence de l'inspection,
Ne trouvant rien à être endommagé, il test,
en restant assis sur cette chaise à capuchon maudit,
Un silence de mort se remplissait en l'air,
Son humeur a changé de façon spectaculaire,
Un sentiment de catastrophe pressentiment sur son visage!
Il savait que son temps sur la terre a augmenté,
Juste avant qu'il ne quitte le fauteuil à capuche seul,
Il posa ses outils sur son coussin de siège,
C'était une marque de l'un a démissionné,
Jamais à nouveau exercer son métier.
A noter qu'il a laissé à son épouse écrite,
LET NOONE s'asseoir sur cette chaise DAMM!
car j'ai vu repos de mort et placé sa main!
Aucun mortel ne vivra une quinzaine de jours,
si son corps lui assigne pour se détendre.
Il est décédé la semaine suivante,
Une caisse de serpents est tombé à côté de lui,
La cause de sa mort était poison morsure de serpent.
Sa veuve a tout quitté,
Bientôt un autre conte tragique aurait commencé.

être poursuivi. . .

When in April the sweet showers fall
And pierce the drought of March to the root, and all
The veins are bathed in liquor of such power
As brings about the engendering of the flower,
When also Zephyrus with his sweet breath
Exhales an air in every grove and heath
Upon the tender shoots, and the young sun
His half-course in the sign of the Ram has run,
And the small fowl are making melody
That sleep away the night with open eye
(So nature pricks them and their heart engages)
Then people long to go on pilgrimages
And palmers long to seek the stranger strands
Of far-off saints, hallowed in sundry lands,
And specially, from every shire's end
Of England, down to Canterbury they wend

Triple egg size from where I'm born
The fastest three legged duck on the pond
In my wake you will see, how fast I can be
It's not what you think, oh did I see you wink.

What's on your mind you two legged duck
Some feathers outta place do ya mind if I pluck
Will I look better as a three legged duck
If the feathers from me you'd grab then ya pluck.

Your pluckin's now sittin 6 weeks overdue
Feathers are neat, some spots too few
I'm on three feet, you're just on two
You're sayin pluck me, I say pluck you.


~Bentlee~

In a field of full of our dreams
We may always look over our shoulders
And wonder how often our schemes
Become as hard to move as boulders

If only to gain some better discretion
Could ever have helped us make
We’d still dispute which direction
No matter which path we’d take

Things left unsaid are unclear
From even our best intention
Having no fear to say what is dear
Is leaving no seeds for contention

Why are we so completely insensitive
When our strongest desires are known
When we struggle in our own defenses
Looking for our shadows to be shown

Who are we mere mortals all the same
Never even a fairy to chase away
Who else do we have to blame
Just being who we are everyday

Deny, they said to me...
Deny, I said the freedom to the free...
Are we always free... just to be?
Remove the shackles from my arms.
Remove the stigma from your charms.
Deny what you've done...
Deny what you are...
Deny the reflection in the mirror.
Betray your friend and betray a part of yourself.
Deny that you cant be me...
Deny that you are free.
When you deny that part of me..
Then you deny the freedom of the free.
Have you been there?
Through the suffering and the pain?
Have you stood your ground ?
Oh for the love of the free.
Could you take the blows...
Just for me... all for the love of the free
Just to be me?
Can you walk my path? can you sing my song?
Will you show me all the wrong?
Because I stood my ground.
Still they put me down.
But all the words of slander and hate...
Still wait for all...
In destiny lies fate.
Still we deny who we are.
And the reflection in the mirror.

Something for everyone here, some quotes from Pliny the Elder:

Hope is the pillar that holds up the world. Hope is the dream of a waking man.

Grief has limits, whereas apprehension has none. For we grieve only for what we know has happened, but we fear all that possibly may happen.

No mortal man, moreover is wise at all moments.

Such is the audacity of man, that he hath learned to counterfeit Nature, yea, and is so bold as to challenge her in her work.

Truth comes out in wine.

Hardly can it be judged whether it be better for mankind to believe that the gods have regard of us, or that they have none, considering that some men have no respect and reverence for the gods, and others so much that their superstition is a shame to them.

Home is where the heart is.

The only certainty is that nothing is certain.

An object in possession seldom retains the same charm that it had in pursuit.

There is always something new out of Africa.

The world and that which, by another name, men have thought good to call Heaven (under the compass of which all things are covered), we ought to believe, in all reason, to be a divine power, eternal, immense, without beginning, and never to perish.

Why...?
Why am I going to go to a place everyday...?
Smiling and acting like I want to be there...?
Because that is what is expected of me?
A cog?, A wheel in the machine?
I'll make this b*tch spin.
For what...?
So I can help the rich get further ahead...?
Others who don't give a damn about me personally?
Wouldn't sit across the table from me and break bread?
Silver Spoon Mother f**kers who are already well off ?
Really...?
Tell me why should I sweat for you?
Why should I help you to my detriment?
How is it that I became your slave?
Tell me again why I need you.
A virus..., Plague..., Nasty sickness.
Sucking my f*cking life away.
Never again...Never...,
I will die first...

I Love you
Yes I do
How can I prove it to you?
But there is no need to prove anything
Love is like a song that sings
And brings
Harmonious harmony
Fulfilling every part of me
There should never be any need to prove
You know its Love when you
Feel it
Reveal it
Through words & actions
Whole & soulfilled never broken to fractions
I know you Love me cos I can feel it
No need to prove
I know you can feel me too

I think of you alot
Its odd
Wondering about you God
Where have you gone?
Humanity Lacks
Why did you go?
Bro...
Are you coming back?
This existence abysmal
Faith at a minimal
Basically Residual
My questions run consistently
Collectively continual
Do you care for us somewhere?
My paternal father wasn't there
An absence that is hard to bear
Life is hard
Your son was martyred
This makes belief just that much harder
Sacrifices demanded in blood
Cut a vein and let it flood
I'd understand you if I could
This place is hell...I'm trying to be good...

Time to stand and fight.

Remember the God’s of your fathers,
They spoke to your heart and through dreams,
When men walked the Earth with confidence,
With spear and with shield as their means.

When women were happy as mothers and wives,
All the people lived closer together,
In times of good harvest and also in strife,
They were there for each other.

A great evil came to our people,
Too eager and willing to trust,
A new God and a new system,
To follow, the Kings said we must.

From that time on we grew weaker,
Bound by the chains of the religion of Rome,
Threatened by eternal damnation,
All for nothing that we’d ever done.

Enslaved from the very beginning,
Our minds no longer our own,
Controlled by the ruling classes,
All roads lead back to Rome.

It’s not just our people in danger,
The whole world had fallen asleep,
Open your mind just listen,
the ancient voices still speak,

Throw off the chains of oppression,
Turn off that box in your home,
Remove the muzzle of the slave,
It’s time to stand and take up the spear and shield.

By Mel Beasley