Thursday, March 30, 2006

Bahamas Issues: Response to Yorick regarding the increase in number houses in New Providence

Re: Numbers Houses Grow

Quote:
Originally Posted by YorickBrown
This “christian nation” blabber that keeps on coming up needs to be eliminated.
We, as a “christian nation”, allow casinos and gambling in our hotels already, which proves us all to be “hypocrites” under the light of christianity.
Government, get a backbone and legalize gambling!
Obie Wilchcombe, you don’t have to worry about your seat in the next election, so you should stand up and get this legalization going. Then, depending on the next election, you’ll have two booming industries under your belt (Tourism and Gaming) because offshore gambling can bring in hundreds of millions of dollars into this country. Imagine people from all over the world pumping money into this country through the Internet! Let dem gamble here when dey reach in The Bahamas and then we lock em in to gamble online in Bahamian Cyber Casinoes before dey head back home.
Wilchcombe, are you listening? PLP are ya’ll listening? If not, where da FNM is? The Bahamas economy needs a financial boost and legalizing gambling opens the door, but ya’ll worried about the religious implications? Please…

Yorick, you missed the point here…
the point was not whether to legalize gambling…Start another thread on that…the point here is that a buisness, industry is being operated illegally, right in front of the police and government officials and nothing is being done about it. The point here is that the illegal web cafes has spurred on a way of thinking. The illegal dvd ‘entrepreniggas’ now cite that since they ain’t doing nothing ’bout da gambling houses, dey need to leave us alone!’ The strippers are using that same excuse and so on.

We are breeding a culture of dishonesty, where numbermen pay off politicians and police. We are breeding a culture where churches are built on illegal money that was prayed over. We are breeding a culture where children want to be numbermen/women instead of farmers and doctors. We are breeding a culture of hustlers and beggers and it seems as if nobody cares. The issue of whether to legalize gambling is not the issue here; the issue is that we as a nation is corrupt and rotten to the core!

 
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Monday, March 27, 2006

Gapseed: Response to comments regarding Wayne Munroe’s interview concerning the death penalty

Man, Wayne Munroe is simply brilliant!

I must say that there is some reasoning to his seemingly mad statements; he is not simply just ‘talking fool!’

His statements fostered reaction and much needed debate and commentary regarding the social acceptance of the death penalty.

It seems as if every Bahamian is in support of the death penalty as of late, including the prime minister, and every ‘jook-jook’ clergyman in The Bahamas. But not one of them is actually willing to put their shoulders to the wheel to push to make it happen.

I say, if you are in support of something, support it fully! Bring ya pop corn/candy bar to watch the spectacle. Wear ya T-shirt and sign up to get your membership card. Don’t just talk a good talk, walk the mile, and witness the last seconds of a dead man walking and rejoice when his eyes turn over. Shout, “thank God!” when his neck pops. Seethe within his pain, (remembering the pain which he had inflicted upon his victims) as he gasp for breath.

When we as a people are able to appreciate the actual act, then the process becomes easier.
CN

Bar Association President Wants Public Hangings


Bar Association President Wayne Munroe, a prominent defense attorney, is in full support of hangings and in fact would like to see public executions.
Mr. Munroe also told The Bahama Journal that he saw nothing wrong with the mandatory application of the death penalty. His statement came just over a week after the Privy Council ruled that the mandatory death sentence in The Bahamas is unconstitutional.
“If you want to say that somebody isn’t deserving of death because of [his or her] character or something, that’s something that calls for the application of mercy,” he said. “I don’t have a difficulty with the death penalty.”
The Bar Association president said there are good reasons to keep the death penalty and it has nothing to do with deterring crime because it has been proving that executions do not serve as a deterrent.
“It’s cheaper than keeping people in jail for an extended period of time,” Mr. Munroe said.
“That’s a consideration when you look at the government having limited resources. Do you spend those resources to house people who really should be put to death, who aren’t fit to live in society, or do you spend [those resources] on education and health for the rest of society?”
It cost an estimated $10,000 to support each prisoner at Her Majesty’s Prison, according to national security officials, who say there are approximately 1,500 prisoners at the facility, including those on remand.
Mr. Munroe said another good reason for the death penalty to remain law in The Bahamas is that “it satisfies the revenge sentiment in people.”
“So the state takes revenge on your behalf rather than you have to personally take revenge,” Mr. Munroe said.
“I think there should be public executions, and I personally think that the way the Taliban used to do it in Afghanistan is to be preferred - public executions by members of the aggrieved families. I don’t think the Bahamian people would have the stomach for that. I think if you do that the death penalty would be off the book fairly quickly.”
Asked what would be the benefits of public executions, Mr. Munroe explained, “We’re executing in the name of the state. Why prevent the state’s citizens who choose to witness it from witnessing it? For what purpose are you doing it?
“For those who talk about deterrence, how do you deter people by something they don’t see? If retribution is it, how do I feel retribution and I haven’t witnessed it?”
The Bar Association president suggested that if someone supports hanging, he or she should not have a problem witnessing it.
“If you cannot stomach what the state is doing on your behalf, it’s because you have a problem with it,” he said. “If you can’t sit and watch what is being done on your behalf, it’s because you fundamentally have a problem with it. I could sit and watch it because I fundamentally do not have a problem with it.”
But Mr. Munroe recognized that the appeals process could easily take five years or more, which would mean that a convict would never hang given that the Privy Council has ruled that executing anyone after he or she has been under the sentence of death for five years or more would be cruel and inhuman punishment.
Approximately half of the 28 men on death row at the prison have been there for five years or more, including Forrester Bowe and Trono Davis on whose behalf the appeal challenging the mandatory death sentence was brought.
The Bahamas hanged 50 men since 1929, according to records kept at Her Majesty’s Prison. Five of them were hanged under the Ingraham administration; 13 were hanged under the 25-year rule of the Pindling government; and the others were executed between 1929 and 1967.
Last week, attorney Damian Gomez, who is also a government senator, said that all of the men hanged since 1973 were hanged unconstitutionally. He made the comment after the recent Privy Council ruling said the mandatory death sentence is unconstitutional in The Bahamas.
No one has been hanged since David Mitchell met his fate at the gallows in January 2000.
While many legal scholars believe The Bahamas will end up abolishing the death penalty before anyone else is executed, many people participating in the national discussion fueled by the recent Privy Council ruling continue to call on the government to read death warrants.
Attorney General Allyson Maynard-Gibson said week before last that the cases of all death row inmates - and there are 28 - will be remitted to the Supreme Court for the sentences to be reconsidered.
However, the attorney general assured that in cases where murder convicts are sentenced to death, the Government of The Bahamas would move swiftly to ensure that their executions are carried out.
Prime Minister Perry Christie stated his support for capital punishment in January, but indicated that his government could make no movement in that regard because the mandatory death sentence appeal was at the time still outstanding.
By: Candia Dames, The Bahama Journal

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Monday, March 20, 2006

Earth Spinners: Response to Nathalie regarding her concerns about a critique of her performance She Sails

Entertaining indeed!
Nathalie, I read Obie’s inspirational and enlightening critique on your recent performance and was moved.

His words reminded me of a prior critique he did some years ago: a critique of my then upcoming book, “Fattening up frog for snake.” In it he said: “Reading your poems makes me sick of words, sick of the sight and taste of words. I look for forest and all I get are trees. I go to a window not to look at the glass but to look out. Your words must be window, clean, clear. I wish to see through them into the beyond/into what’s beyond. And there is occasionally something beyond but too often your grammar, vocabulary, word order obscure them, mix with them, make mush, make a mess. Your words, carefully chosen, must be fixed in place.”

He went on to say, “You use words sloppily…like a drunk going home, cussing, waving his arms and falling down. What of the cowboy, his two guns drawn, blazing, bullets flying, as steady as a rock with the other fellow falling. Your music (versification) is your one redeeming poetic factor but even this is overused and collapses into monotony…Your choice of subjects I find is worth exploring. There is some message in range of subjects you leap upon and bring together, lashing them round with/in lines of verse. Though I wonder about the strength of each line -of what is each line made -twine, thread, chord, string, wire, nylon? Should lines of your verse all be made of the same material, at least the lines a each single poem? And from where are you pulling your verse chord? From heaven of hell or inspiration or intellect, your heart, your balls or from a sweater unraveling or a sock unraveling? From where is your poetry coming? Are you ejaculating it?”

He then closed with, “Grateful for this opportunity though I seem annoyed by it -though I seem only able to complain.”

I reprinted all this to echo several points.

1. Obie is brilliant and is dedicated to his craft. For that alone, I appreciated his comments. Subsequently, I revisited my work, and saw one or two areas in which Obie was indeed right within his critique. I saw that there existed a sea of words within my work, where one can be easily drowned.

2. I acknowledged, that although brilliant and apt, Obie may have err within his intepretation of my work. (The reason for this opinion, I will conclude with at the end).

3. Obie and I clearly write in different styles, mine require more words and colourful garnish). (smiling); as we write for different audiences.

4. If you haven’t already purchased, “Fattening up frog for snake,” kindly note who wrote the introduction; Mr. Obediah Smith himself. I dare say he lends credit to my masterpiece.

5. Finally, Obie’s books and my book came out almost around the same time. In fact, our books sit side by side in several leading book stores. However, at United Book Store, my book sold out in months, Obie’s books lovely as they are, (I have all three, plus a prior one, not to mention a tape), still lags. At Chapters, my book moves, and usher debates, consequently giving me some positive notoriety around campus. But then again, everyone knows me there. I’ve been there long enough! Also at the Island Book Store, the sales persons requested that I bring more books in due to demand. I have already delivered them three sets.

All this to say, good luck with your venture. Good luck with your sales, and hopefully your next reading is received better!

Regards,
CAN

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Wednesday, March 15, 2006

I Remember When: A Medley of Events from grade 7 thru 12

“I Remember When”
– A Medley of Events From Grades 7 Thru 12! –
By Alphie Bullard and Cecil Newry

“Look into the past and what do you see? In hindsight you may want to have done things differently; but as they say hindsight is twenty-twenty”—Alphie Bullard.Truly, I am indeed impressed with the vast amount of stories that fellow graduate Alphie Bullard is able to recant merely on a whim.  In fact, it is very enchanting to say the least, to read his colorful chronicles about our blazing entrance into Saint Augustine’s College to our great and dynamic departure, beating out all the odds and outshining all the criticisms made by the then powers that be.  In view of that, I must say that I was more than delighted to be able to join him in articulating his story, our story: the story and history of the Class of 1994.
 It starts:
As you all know, it all started in September 1988, when Courtney Melody, Ninja Man and Whitney Houston had us rocking:  music was our life and if you were able to chat or rap, you were a super star at SAC.   Sound clashes by ‘the Apache Crew vs. ‘Chubb Rock’ couldn’t done in the locker rooms.   In deed, the Class of 1994 had definitely arrived, and we made our presence felt quickly.

But music wasn’t the only thing that had heralded us into popularity; being dubbed  ‘bad boys’ did that too.  We grew up in the decline of Nassau’s gang wars, but somebody had forgotten to tell the bad boys of L.W. Young School and Fox Hill that the thug life was over, as often times we found ourselves being their victims.  Nonetheless, our class was not like the classes that SAC had previously, we never liked being dictated to; consequently, everyone started to ornate themselves with a though exterior.   We all pimped Clark Boutiques, Travel Foxes and Vikings, and if you weren’t wearing Lee or Levi, you were considered square; (amusingly we had a great number of squared persons amongst us).  But, truly, like the song said, “bad boy a walk bout the place” and we lived by that song, having huge bawls in the locker rooms, preparing ourselves for whatever the nasty world had in stored for us.  We made such a splash during our first year, that Administration quickly dubbed us “The Worst Class That SAC Ever Had,” a title that followed us throughout our tenure at SAC. 
Grade eight
In grade eight, we started to simmer down. We gelled more and started to form into cliques.  Mario Jarrett was still the smartest person we knew, Lakeisha Smith sold her lolly pops, Brock Thompson, Peter Knowles and Lenneth Brozozog still played ‘who can spit the farthest,’ (nasty)!  Tresa Cambridge was every eight-grade boy’s fantasy; Cecil Newry and David Cartwright entertained everyone with stale jokes, (in fact, Cecil had his own dance which was a cross between the hammer and lion bounce).  ‘Bee-bee’ and ‘Command’ were the games to play and we cannot forget the dreadful partition wars between 8A and 8B. 

Grade nine
Grade nine went by quickly, the young women in our class were aggressive and were considered smarter, and the guys had to play catch up for a while, but everything was still cool.  Grade nine was our formation years; it was during this time that such names as Fat Cat, Helmet, Kido, Cool J, David Rodigan, Air Roberts, Bimini, Auntie Mel and Lisa D came into existence.  Sandwiches were known as “P’s” “C’s” or “LTOC’s” and saying sorry to, and kissing the grass when you cut cross it was the norm.  Black Beauty was the most feared stick in our world and 9c stayed in trouble and knew the stick well, (remember the time that they shouted ‘burn that baldhead),’ making a teacher cry.  Well, making teachers cry was a hobby for us apparently, for it continued throughout our tenure.

Grade ten
SAC changed for us or maybe it was us who had changed.  We were now superstars, and were considered SAC’s finest;  (a self proclaimed thought).  Sean Knowles, whom everyone thought was forty years old, dethroned Mario as the smartest student, Aaron ‘G. String’ Roberts and Kareem ‘Storm’ Lilas were the hip-hop all-stars, Chima Johnson and Alphie Bullard had the art of reggae down pack and we played football in front of the science block every afternoon.   This was the year we were dubbed ‘teacher firers,’ for we went thru so many so quickly.  They all quit, frustrated.  Oh well!

Grade eleven
We finally controlled Red Square.  Francis ‘Stud B.’ Borrows lived in the Dean’s office, and the Student council was ran by Ean Maura with his ‘thumbs up’ campaign, along with Nadia Curry, Norad Morgan and Sean Knowles. There were cliques such as Rhondi and her crew, the Dog Pound and the Brotherhood and Chess was the game to play.  Mark McCartney and Omar Williams were mischievously funny.  Carol Dames shock the entire school at fun day wearing a black body suit, (Wow! Flash backs) and History Class was the class to be in.

Grade twelve
This was the most challenging year for us.  Administration continuously threatened that we weren’t going to graduate and had canceled prom, so we had our own.  Dyron Ferguson, Deshon Foxx, Tanya Wildgoose and Devaughan Munroe mashed up the tracks.  David Cartwright and Ghandi Knowles pulverized swimming and the basketball court was run by the twelfth grade, in fact they even boycotted playing once.  This was also the year of the silly, mandatory six-inch distance rule between male and female students at all time, which was put into effect by administration. Henrea Ferguson was accused of making duck quacking sounds when a certain principal waddled down campus.  Francis Burrows and Vanessa Thompson led the cafeteria boycott.  Daxton Thompson was considered a jinx, as every girl that he sat next to in class miraculously became pregnant. Tiffany Maycock wrote sexy romance novels, Omar Williams was the most talented artist that we knew and Antonio Lockhart held his own daily ‘church service’ before and after school. But, then it all came to an end:  The last day of school for us ended in the same chaotic and legendary ways in which they had begun.  The entire day was spent slacking off, singing songs and signing our class’ yearbooks. 

 The girls followed tradition by wearing their hairs in twos and threes, tied with bright ribbons.  They even trimmed their uniforms to make mini skirts and played ring play in the middle of Red Square.  Oh, remember there was torrential rain that day, subsequently, with the help of Mother Nature, the boys pulled off the biggest and grandest water fight possibly in SAC’s History!  The event was complete with water balloons, ‘water cannons’ and huge new trash bins fill to the brim with rainwater.  In fact, some of the ‘artistic’ boys decided to full their balloons with red paint and actually painted Red Square red.  Paint was splattered everywhere, and you know the powers that be did not like that.  But what could they have done, it was the last day of school and there was absolutely no time for last minute convocation.

Truly we were the envy of the entire school’s populace that day, as they all looked on at us in awe.  We were indeed the princes and princesses of the campus and SAC was undoubtedly our kingdom.  Those were the undoubtedly the good ole days with memories that should and will always be treasured, for we left our mark at SAC, and our class has been whispered about even today.

 

 

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I Remember When: The Brotherhood at SAC

“I Remember When”
–The Brotherhood–

 
 At this time I would like to salute and pay tribute to a group of young men that I hung out and grew up with at Saint Augustine’s College:  A group of gallant guys whom I considered as brothers, my extended family and my closest of friends.
 Now, I am sure that many of you did not even realized that our ‘fraternal society’ even existed at SAC, but we did and we thrived amongst you, hanging out, cheering each other on, taking care of each other, and just simply enjoying our last year of high school at Saint Augustine’s.
Well, the years have dulled my memory concerning whom all were members of our little group, for we even had extended members.  But I do remember the likes of Ivan Roberts, Bronson Pilgrim, Daxton Thompson-Bethel, David Cartwright, Sean Knowles, Darvin Cartwright, Trevor Tucker and Kenya McKenzie.  Forgive me if I left out a name or two.  Collectively, we were known as the ‘brotherhood,’ (an odd name, I think it is now that I reflect back on it, and even more amusing, I am not sure how we came by it).   But, we band of brothers stuck together and eight years later many of us still remain good friends, hanging out, still communicating and taking care of each other. 
 Ivan, Bronson and I still ‘move thru’ with each other when we are all at home.  Sean and I still are best of friends; in fact, I ushered in his recent wedding.  Also, he, Norad and I hang out with each other every so often.  Daxton regularly emails me and we chat via instant messenger every so often.  Recently I have rekindled my friendship with David and we now regularly chat with each other on line.

As I write about my high school brethrens, I remember how we all use to hang out with each other in Red Square before and after school.  How we all used to hike from Bernard Road to Village Road’s Round about, how many of us were in the same clubs, played soccer, chess, raided brother Henry’s bakery at break time and even borrowed money from each other.  Actually, I still think, Ivan owes me some money!  Those were the good ole days and I thank God for them and particularly for my school brothers.  Rightfully, at this time, I would like to wish them every success for this New Year and I hope to see them at the Reunion.

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Sunday, March 12, 2006

Tributes to Mario Jarrett and Demetri Ferguson

Tributes to Mario Jarrett and Demetri Ferguson
Truly, it is extremely overwhelming to know how significant and how important the simplest of acts and gestures can mean so much to another individual.  With that being said, I would like to thank the entire Class of 1994 for their beautiful token and tribute that was extended to the families of Mario and Demetri. 
  In deed, both families were graciously pleased and delighted.  In fact, both portraits are already hanging up in the family rooms of these our fellow classmates’ homes.  Both Mrs. Jarrett and Ms. Rolle were moved to tears and were both thrilled to know that the Class of 1994 still remembered their sons and that in deed their sons’ lives were important to us.    Mrs. Jarrett still has a number of sympathy cards and well wished letters from various members of the Class of 1994.  In fact, she is able to recall names such as David, Deshon, Syretta, Simone, Ricardo and Alphie.  

Also, Ms. Rolle was tremendously delighted by our gesture.  In truth, she has been following and supporting our entire reunion effort for the past several months.  Ms. Rolle has every Class of 1994 Newsletter which she keeps as a memento to the memory of her son. 

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Reunion Essay: What we once were

What We Once Were
It has been a little over nine years now, since we all have congregated with each other.  It is clearly obvious that we all have dramatically changed and that our trek through life during those short-long years have been interesting and colorful to say the least.
 

I think that it may be safe to say, that we are no longer innocent in the ways of life; and that with life’s extraordinary journeys, our roles too have changed.  Consequently, we now find ourselves enjoying paying the bills and meeting the personal obligations that our parents once were responsible for only a short time ago.  But then again some of us still have our parents taking care of us.  Lucky them!   Notwithstanding that fact, there are many amongst us who can happily boast that they now have their own families, with their own rug rats who soon attend our great Alma Matter.  And even more so there are several persons who can also boast that they are successful proprietors of their own businesses:  Omar Williams with his breathtaking Wild Seeds Designs, Bronson Pilgrim with his web hosting site brontoweb.com, Gia Chisholm with her exquisite Frolic and of course Jay Ambrister with his numerous outstanding enterprises.  

And then there are those who were blessed to have found their soul mates and who have decided to exchange nuptials.  Great men like Paul Albury, Darvin Cartwright, Starsky Cartwright, Anton Haven, Deshon Fox, Sean Knowles, Anthony Lowe, Mecal Newbold, Bronson Pilgrim, Brock Thompson and Ricardo Walker have all decided that the bachelor life wasn’t for them.  Similarly, stunning beauties such as Nadia Toote, Tiffany Maycock, Gia Chisholm, Tresa Cambridge, Vanessa Thompson, Nadeen Curry, Patrell Wallace, Ayodelle Horton, Lakeisha Smith, Raquel Carol, Chanaki Whyms, Nadia McHardy, Henrea Ferguson, Nadia Adderley and Monique Cooper have all been wooed and won and have adopted a new last name as there own.  There have also been beautiful love stories amongst us fellow graduates too; I dare mention the likes of the recently married Ayodelle and Deshon Fox, the dating duo of Ivan Roberts and Dominique Brennen and the lovely engaged couple Trevor Tucker and Nicole Humes.  Truly, it is good to see that love flourishes amongst fellow graduates. 

Then there are those of us who have put on some ‘sexy weight’; I know Jay Ambrister, Tavares Bowleg and Francis Burrows wear theirs well.  Mine isn’t too sexy though! (Winks.)  Similarly, there is even a once ‘divo’ who has gone a little bald, but I am not going to call his name out, (Starsky), but he wears it well all the same.

Nevertheless, we all have changed a little and with those changes we still gladly venture out to congregate with each other at our reunion exercise this coming July.  Some of us, like David Cartwright, Candace Johnson, Tanya Wildgoose, Carol Dames, Tresa Cambridge, Kenneth Ferguson and Kareem Lilas have migrated to different soils but will still brave the skies in order to return home for our big bashment. Truly, it does not matter what we once were, but that we are still here.  Here to celebrate with each other, to dance up a storm, to laugh and cry, to reminisce and to say: “Boy, Dem SAC Class of 1994 could party aye, dey still together dread!”

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Bitch

Bitch
I remember when she was sexy
And had men for miles lusting after her.
I remember how she use to tease us boys
 Shaking her ass knowing fully well that we wanted her.
I remember how she use to taunt and laugh at us;
And how she constantly reminded us that we were just mere pups
Who couldn’t take care of a matured woman.
I still even can remember how her lovers use to worship her body
And how they were so darn eager to please her.
I can remember her scent, her fragrance that drugged us all.
And oh lord, those tits, those beautiful tits
I still can remember how they seemed so freaking perfect:
So frigging soft and perky.
Hmm, I remember her promiscuous ways,
And how much she dreaded being tied down.
I can remember her crying at night, whimpering at the world.
-But all that changed when she became heavy.
And heavy for whom?
Hell, rumor has it, that she’s not all that sure,
But what she is damn sure of, is that she will carry this load alone.

 She is very much different from what I remember…
She no longer has that voluptuous shape
That makes us men hard and mad with desire.
Her once firm ass is now spread and scattered all over the place.
Even her breasts are now heavy and tender
And they chronically beg to be sucked to be relieved.
And oh, I can’t but notice, her once beautiful spirited eyes
 are now swollen from want of sleep,
For they now seem to cry out for comfort.
It is clear to see, that her entire body seems to be one big blob;
One huge damn mass.
I can’t imagine her once being man’s best friend.
 -But, here as I stand in the shadows
I witness her wincing in the dark and moaning in agony.
I see her as she clinched and grind her teeth clutching at her swollen stomach
 I hear her snarling at the world and I listened to her continuous sniveling.
 Its just minutes before she births that which has grown within her,
 And strangely, I can see the innocence within her eyes,
And the bewilderment of not knowing what’s happening.
Oh, look how she appears so loving.
Everything about her seems so perfect,
As I stood in awe witnessing the miracle that she was about to bring forth.
 But, as I was about to praise her pedigree,
Her entire demeanor changed.
Her eyes that rained torrents became crazed and blood shot,
Her smile that once welcomed that which was hers became an ugly grin.
 The tense face that had soften upon the arrival of her offspring
 Became hard and wretched.
And the loving arms that welcomed her new born
 Now pinned and smothered.
 Oh, truly it is a sin to see a mother kill her young.
To see her get comfort and strength from its death.
Oh, it is sad to see this bitch breed,
Only to have a post abortion.
Oh what a paradox to see the birth place
Become the death place,
The nourishing  womb  become a torture chamber.
To see her lick her blood drench mouth with satisfaction.
Oh God, forgive her, for truly she does not know what she does.
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In love with two

In love with two


His eyes were moist with salty tears,
They were bloodshot and were crazed.
His smile was wild and grim looking
And horror was in his gaze.

His clothes were tattered and were grimed,
Stenched with stinking sweat.
His mind was gone, a befuddled mass,
It was obvious that it wasn’t set.

He laughed and shouted of love and pain,
Of lust and the sins of man.
He stated the names of his lovers aloud,
And their failure to understand.

And in this town where lilies bloom,
This legend did come to past.
About a man who fell for two,
And then decided to bask.

A fine young man, loved by all,
A fault that caused his plight.
For his passion and lust tarnished his image,
Even when he tried to do right.

And it is said, that there were two,
Who were the fairest in all the land.
And he in his greatness and in need of f a love,
Decided to be both their man.

And more was said, about an older maid
Who had the essence of the sun.
For, she was hot, a flaming inferno,
And her passion was never done.

A keeper of hearts, a mender of dreams,
A comforter to men that were bold.
A beauty that was sort and kept by kings,
As a treasure as great as gold.

The other was the opposite, young and naïve,
But her innocence was the envy of all.
Rumors of her talents in love and ecstasy,
Did beckon all men to call.

Her eyes convinced men to dare
And her voice did soothe their souls.
Her beauty was worshipped as if she was a queen,
And many men hearts she stole.

As time went on, all seemed well,
For his lordship was happy indeed.
He had fulfilled his oath which no man dared doubts,
He had satisfied his lovers needs.

But a time did come, when jealousy reigned,
And both women desired to be the one.
His lordship refused to be forced to choose
To be satisfied by only one.

His lovers exclaimed their rage and wrath
And decided to be forever alone.
His worship was distraught and immensely perturbed
And he shrieked out an ugly tone.

His face turned pale and he broke out in sweat,
His skin did burn and wailed.
He hugged himself and uttered strange sounds,
And he wore horror as a veil.

And it is said, that in a town,
Where lilies continue to bloom.
A legend is told about a fool,
Who held two women as his own.

And legend claims, that the lust of this man,
Had defamed and corrupted his mind.
To a point where he walked the streets
And drowned himself in wine.

No pity was felt for this wretched man,
As his selfishness estranged his friends.
They looked upon him with shame and scorn,
And many prayed his life would end.

And it is said, in stories and rhymes,
That to fall in love is grand.
But to fall for two and to be loved by two,
Should be avoided by every man.

A glorious story, rich indeed,
An epic of the heart.
A love story, a common story,
-A tale of broken hearts.

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I dreamt last night

I dreamt last night

Last night I dreamt that I was in heaven;
However, you were not by my side.
And all I had to comfort me
Were the angels of the sky.

Last night I dreamt that I was in heaven,
And I saw the streets of gold.
I tasted the milk and the honey,
Yet they did not satisfy my soul.

Last night I dreamt that I was in heaven and I cried tears galore
So much that the Father said:  “Please no more!”
Thus, He sent me back to earth to be with you my love
To cherish you, to laugh with you and to simply love.

And last night when I had awaken,
And saw that I was still on earth.
I realized that by being with you,
I had heaven on earth.

(c) Fattening up frog for snake

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