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Verify the justification for a walk back down memory lane.
Shanghai the world to listen and/or read & acknowledge your every cheeky phrase. Answers come slowly if the questions rendered are shadowed in cryptic riddles. Dancers numb solely with stiff knees & reflections, and feet blistered, star crazed bitten as skills dwindle. Given a chance to earn your trust I would always make you first. This isn't about a quest for lust it's all about quenching loves thirst. The shame is that some can’t see what’s plainly in front of their face. I feel the undertow of bigotry guiding the ignorant sounds of hatred their voices make. It is too common and predictable and they’re so easily convinced. You can’t believe everything you hear and read in the present or past tense. Lies are so readily available and we all have been wrongfully accused. I’ve accepted guilt when it wasn’t mine to own and taken someone else’s abuse. It happens in relationships between co-workers, lovers, friends and family on a daily basis. Truths and lies told to us take on some of the most unusual an also familiar faces. Feeling with your senses scrambled simply stimulates selective reasoning and preludes double- dealing. Unfocused and unfettered is our right to be as Americans but my hopes are we’re striving to do better. The right to feel, say, write what you want, stay at home, go to sleep or on a little jaunt. Stand for this flag or choose to face ridicule and receive jeers at a sporting event. If the freedom is ours at what cost does it come when individually expressing your right to represent? Aging has a humbling effect on some who can’t reconcile with choices they’ve made on their life coarse. Parading false effigies to disguise what’s really inside appearing to be kind and proficient in remorse. Twiddle for longer than socially accepted and wait for the judgments to rain down in your direction. It’s incongruously reminiscent of ye old witch burning, those stone throwers yearning for perfection. R.I.P. 's Michael Jackson Farrah Fawcett Steve McNair |
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Verify the justification for a walk back down memory lane. Shanghai the world to listen and/or read & acknowledge your every cheeky phrase. Answers come slowly if the questions rendered are shadowed in cryptic riddles. Dancers numb solely with stiff knees & reflections, and feet blistered, star crazed bitten as skills dwindle. Given a chance to earn your trust I would always make you first. This isn't about a quest for lust it's all about quenching loves thirst. The shame is that some can’t see what’s plainly in front of their face. I feel the undertow of bigotry guiding the ignorant sounds of hatred their voices make. It is too common and predictable and they’re so easily convinced. You can’t believe everything you hear and read in the present or past tense. Lies are so readily available and we all have been wrongfully accused. I’ve accepted guilt when it wasn’t mine to own and taken someone else’s abuse. It happens in relationships between co-workers, lovers, friends and family on a daily basis. Truths and lies told to us take on some of the most unusual an also familiar faces. Feeling with your senses scrambled simply stimulates selective reasoning and preludes double- dealing. Unfocused and unfettered is our right to be as Americans but my hopes are we’re striving to do better. The right to feel, say, write what you want, stay at home, go to sleep or on a little jaunt. Stand for this flag or choose to face ridicule and receive jeers at a sporting event. If the freedom is ours at what cost does it come when individually expressing your right to represent? Aging has a humbling effect on some who can’t reconcile with choices they’ve made on their life coarse. Parading false effigies to disguise what’s really inside appearing to be kind and proficient in remorse. Twiddle for longer than socially accepted and wait for the judgments to rain down in your direction. It’s incongruously reminiscent of ye old witch burning, those stone throwers yearning for perfection. R.I.P. 's Michael Jackson Farrah Fawcett Steve McNair Once more you have touched my heart with your words...peace BK |
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Verify the justification for a walk back down memory lane. Shanghai the world to listen and/or read & acknowledge your every cheeky phrase. Answers come slowly if the questions rendered are shadowed in cryptic riddles. Dancers numb solely with stiff knees & reflections, and feet blistered, star crazed bitten as skills dwindle. Given a chance to earn your trust I would always make you first. This isn't about a quest for lust it's all about quenching loves thirst. The shame is that some can’t see what’s plainly in front of their face. I feel the undertow of bigotry guiding the ignorant sounds of hatred their voices make. It is too common and predictable and they’re so easily convinced. You can’t believe everything you hear and read in the present or past tense. Lies are so readily available and we all have been wrongfully accused. I’ve accepted guilt when it wasn’t mine to own and taken someone else’s abuse. It happens in relationships between co-workers, lovers, friends and family on a daily basis. Truths and lies told to us take on some of the most unusual an also familiar faces. Feeling with your senses scrambled simply stimulates selective reasoning and preludes double- dealing. Unfocused and unfettered is our right to be as Americans but my hopes are we’re striving to do better. The right to feel, say, write what you want, stay at home, go to sleep or on a little jaunt. Stand for this flag or choose to face ridicule and receive jeers at a sporting event. If the freedom is ours at what cost does it come when individually expressing your right to represent? Aging has a humbling effect on some who can’t reconcile with choices they’ve made on their life coarse. Parading false effigies to disguise what’s really inside appearing to be kind and proficient in remorse. Twiddle for longer than socially accepted and wait for the judgments to rain down in your direction. It’s incongruously reminiscent of ye old witch burning, those stone throwers yearning for perfection. R.I.P. 's Michael Jackson Farrah Fawcett Steve McNair |
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There are no other words I can think of at the moment to sum this up Kimba, except Magnificent !!!
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1Love1 Thank You ladies
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Yes, yes and yes....what a timely poem to post.
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Cheers Princess
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You see with the eyes of truth and compassion
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Thank You My Lovely AngelLight
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