AHOY,
Update; 06/03/13 11:02 hours, okay on the date below, (March of 2013, it was the 22 day) you see I realize now that, that is the date this page was last viewed. At the time of posting this post I was thinking the date may be the date the page was made available to the public. Due to the fact it dose not appear anyone is viewing my pages. And I had noted this lack of page views in a previous post, thus I figured the agents and or system in general playing all the games on my blog had decide to publish it. I had clicked on the "more" gadget in my "stats" page, before, however no page was ever listed with views or not. The page "Fragmented Fighting Facts 2012" was posted in 2012 and is only showing five views right now.
I found a "stats" page today that shows only one of my pages have been viewed. That page is Fragmented Fighting Facts 2012, that posted in March of 2013. That's right this year. So I have decided to post all of my pages.
Just now as I posted this post the first time it did not show up on my "reading list" as the post should. So I'm posting it again.
Light insight cite
Twinkle twinkle
little star
Now that science,
tells me how far you are
By counting the years
it took for you to appear
Here in my sight on
this very night
That being so, now I
know, earth wasn’t the first thing to be
Fallow me
It seems gods voice
got the cart before the horse
let there be light,
might suggest a little eye test
Or at the very best,
there was an offal long rest, before the next breath
Or maybe it was just
a printing blunder
but it makes me
wonder, about this bible which god is liable.
Ghost Vampires and a Werewolf
Ghost are rarely seen
but there in every
seam, of the cloths you use to where
They’re in the way
you use to wear you hair
These reinforce the
choice to never think back
They echo in your
voice when you say you just don’t care.
So where are the Vampires
lying in there
coffins wrapped in there capes
waiting for the dying
sunlight to lead the escape
or just animalistic
people looking to commit a rape
Speaking of mammals
of man kind, there is a one of a kind.
Oh god the mood
arises, the fair on the back of his neck rises.
Its that opposite of
the sun, that makes his cold sweet run.
He’s the one with the
full moon mad mind.
I’m speaking of the
werewolf coming up from behind
Heart Farmer
Heat farmer that’s
what you are
playing the field of
men just for the fun of harvesting them
Weather they grow
short or tall, fat or thin
you just crave that
fifth limb
Sunshine smile
catching looks for miles
fertilizing with your
tantalizing, romancing with your rain dancing
are those storm
clouds on the horizon or are your sassy modes rising
is that thunder I
here, or are you angry my dear
tears falling like
rain
you blame men for
your pain
as you plough threw
their feelings again and again
and as all farmers do
you have a scarecrow too
to keep away those
pesty varmints in their sexy garments
but your scarecrow is
no set of cloths
stuffed with hay
standing in the field all night and day
Yours is just a
series of lies to compromise and other wise
perfectly offered
hand equipped with wedding band
Calluses most grow on
your tongue not on your hands
But I do dare to
speak of a farmers nightmare
for with out a doubt
there well come that inevitable age-able drought
and the fields well
be bare and full of loneliness
as the crows makes
their nest in your Heart-farmer.
Your way
Conversations spoken
as load as revelations
All the excess noises
car alarms, honking horns
And multiple door
handles
Drive him crazy keep
claiming he’s lazy
spread all the
propaganda like cops reading Miranda
don’t leave him alone
at work or at home
Blinking lights day
and night
Of coarse they’ve
used timers and sensors too
But there’s been many
a trip just to flip the switches on the walls
winter spring summer
or fall they don’t let up at all
Think I’m off my
rocker
help me count the
rocks not pecans found in my lawns
The only rime or
reason is its just plan pleasing all the taunting and teasing
And when he’s out
side decide to call and ring the phone off the wall
Its all real my
enemies zeal
its not my
imagination or and exaggeration
No magical chemical
pills needed to cure any mental ills in my brain
all that hokus
pockus, diagnoses some lame doctor claimed to blame me for my misery
I never fail any test
that they must confess
So I’m left hoping
for the best
just a little miracle
and blessing from and oracle
to reverse this
horrible chemistry between god and me
Bad relations form
the day of creations unforeseen that god didn't mean
if not god should
pray for forgiveness form all of us
Not blame man kind
for failure to withstand old man time
It was prefect only
as long as we nursed it
last for ever I dare
say never
If life was and open
book that Satan took a look at
In the index there
would be reference text to his--story
the ultimate history
of those who chose to
appose that which god supposedly knows is best for us
who continue to
partake in the apple that was ate
And irreversible
mistake for Christ sake
even if it was
Satan’s revolt that brought perfection to a hold
Wouldn’t it be
related to the day Satan was created
By you know who
Aren’t playing me for
no fool
And gods solution to
deal with all this delusion
a savior born of the
virgin marry
Quite extraordinary
form the ordinary method of being conceived
but this is what
where told to believe
One would have to
take leave of his mind to fallow this line of madness
All that wish list
bless-ness brought about by Christmas.
In summery I’m
pleased with me
you can take all your
holy covets and shove it where the sun don’t’ shine I have no problem speaking so maline
you have allowed
people to wage war on my mine for a hell of a long time
and I must say I am
pleased with the way
I survive each day
with you in my way
P.S. oh yes
From time to time
They mess with
mother’s mind
Just the other day
they through some trash away in one of our trash cans
When it was
discovered and mother polity complained they just took the dam thing
The very next morning
we awoke to that joke
It was in there front
yard plum full of stuff as if to say tough to pure old mama
Who’s as peaceful as
the Dale lama.
Newjarheadean
“Let no Marines ghost say if my training had only done its
job”
" Give me a million dollars and I well change the
world"
" When it comes to persecution and suffering that
fairly tale about christ dose not have (S) nothing on me"
" I well bet my lucky start"
“IKYG”
G-day!
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