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False Pride Riding high on false pride.. causes a fall every time.

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It's like being snatched out of your car by gunpoint ...It's like being yoked up in the collar by a Robber.I call it America Jacked, jerked,played,pimped,conned,duped,fooled.tripped. Get the facts-Fight back. WHY KEEP FLIP FLOPPING,like a Flounder,get a grip. Let go of the old. Get a handle,its a scandal- Shoot the dice-take a gamble. Anything is better than this for sure, cant keep feeding us this Manure, Do something,make a choice,Speak up, use your Voice. We cannot let them get away....Stop the game,don't wanna play! Find a hole - dig your grave- unless you decide to be brave. Stop the madness, get a clue,USA don't care about you. Stop doing what you're told to do! We are the ones that make the rules.Now we are treated like we are TWO. It's a mess cant you see,Where's your eyes., have you no ears, there is no time for being scared: Young and old Black and white,yes your Dog is_ in this fight. Think he ain't,stop and think...Soldiers civilians ,all are going down,-Ship is sinking ,its swim or drown. The time has come ,the time is here; Cowards ,OUT! Because we have no time for Fear! Cowards , will let the children fight! Open your eyes and get a clue. If you don't we all are through! Ban together, we can hate later,just like being on the front line.we don't care who saves our lives. You need a heart,kidney or liver.No one ask whats is the color! Let's get through this,let's pull together, we can decide who we hate later.Right now our enemy is common. We all need to solve this problem. Do what you can ,we can not wait.The time is now its not to late.We have been sold out ,Jacked,played and pimped. Conned AND duped,fooled and Tripped. Ashes to ashes dust to dust.reach for your Bible or reach for a gun,who can bring you back your son? They steal our money and tax us to,then make people think its charity were getting. When its our money that they out letting! Sending soldiers home broke, with no place to call home ,medical treatment interrupted ,waiting on checks while their lives are disrupted... Americans being Jacked and smacked like a Two dollar whore. I don't know about you all,but I am mad as hell,and my head is out of the window,and I am gonna yell "I cannot take it anymore"

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Ducks in Oil,And not a painting. The sad expressions on their faces. I never knew a duck could cry.!Ducks in oil looking like bad clay molds,I know if they could they would ban B.P. to Hell. All they can do is wait to die..... and slowly waddle against the wall,condemned to death from an oil spill. Refusing their last meal. One looked at me and said with his eyes ; I don't have a soul.but I had my life. And this big corporation of murth, has failed to see my worth...The look he gave me said it all. If He could ,he would, ....ban B.P from the planet earth.! That's when I saw a duck cry.

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I am painting pictures of things unseen,and of places I have never been. I am painting masterpieces with my pen,and I sing of Turtle Doves.I Sing songs of things I know not of...Bellowing words of love. Gleeful greetings,I send out, of things which I know not about. To someones heart long ago an Englishman aimed his love... So I sing of Turtle Doves,and leaping lords. I have never seen a Partridge nor do I have a pear tree. Yet I Sing the words every year Wholeheartedly.Two Turtle Doves. Three french hens ...and a Partridge in a Pear tree. I even sing of the"Swimming Swans."My favorite part is when you get to hold that note."Five Golden Rings." Then you start again... End Poem

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When I was young I longed to be surrounded by trees,water and flowers without bees,for fear I might get stung:Overreacting I would run...act a fool when I'd see one. But no matter the price,bees or not, I had to be in my poet spot. My poet spot was there back in the day,but now it is not. The sun would undress me,I'd just sit while the soft breeze caressed me; There I could ponder,with the water trickling underneath my feet. No one knew this spot,I'd always go alone,so I could think my selfish poet thoughts.... In my Poet spot,the spot I deemed to just be just for me! Thinking clearly now,writing freely now,breathing oxygen in,I wrote so freely back then....I put back on my clothes,and dry off my feet,and watch a butterfly carefully....I let the beetle free ,who kept me company against his will. I made two Praying Mantis fight.I knew this wasn't right.... Then I'd go home.!

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Who can help me find ME ? I used to know ME.I liked ME . Who am I ? Where Am I? Am I someone else? Where is myself? I need a mind - my mind - to think, to know ME, To be ME !

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To the door I rush to see ,Who has come to visit me .In my anxiety I prepare to greet a friend ........ But no ones There!

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Every bunch has one. 1. bad taste to the munch,wormy Apples! 2. Next time you pick apples ..Look at family tree!

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A rainy day is cool ,I like rainy days. Rain cleanses and washes the the world, rain is cool, it will get you when you are unaware. It will wash you, that's why I like the stuff!

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Sometimes I cant sleep a wink. So I get up an sit and Think. I Think of all the sleep I am missing and hop back into bed!