Last Time I Typed Poem 11-21-2011
Same F--king Bullshit Happens_
Satan-Gremlins At Authorsden As
Big Brother Hacking Me--Blew Me
Off Authorsden-Internet Again_
MAY (GOD) CUT YOUR F--KING HANDS OFF!
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A Poem For Aunt Ida...
CHRISTMAS SPIRITS,They Thought And Then
They Did Not!Again,Christmas 1979.Again
It Does Inspire Many
Too Make Things Happen! But,If Any
Christmas Passes Once Again!
It Always Has.Now Its 2011,Once Again
It Will Be Christmas,Only Another Day
InLife Of Many ThatChristmas Has Passed!
Has Life Really Changed-
Only Slightly Re-Arranged!
As Many Have Gone,Then There Are
Those Who Will be Going-(Dead) By Far
Never Knowing True Spirit Of Christmas!
TRASK...On This Earth Day November 29, 1979...
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EACH YEAR I WRITE THIS LITTLE POEM
IT IS TRUTH YOU NEVER HEARD...
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Etal: For Regina Info:
PAST Conversation Why Christmas-Aunt Devout Religious Woman Hobble Round Aluminum Cane-Work Catholic Church Extra $ -Drove 5 Vacations Lake Erie Ohio-Like Mother To Me-Hug Me More Times Than Own Momma Lifetime-Pass Away After She Read Poem-I Know She' Helps
(God)Our(Dead)Little Children!
POEM In My 2nd (4) Published Book(s)
Never Released Great Western Publishing
Went(Keep Me Out Print)Bankrupt 1980!
IN Lieu Of I Lost My Home Fraudulent Foreclosure(Homeless 5 Months)Cost
$15,000 Print-1st Book--My Law Suit-CALIFORNIA Legal Remedies Act-I Got 96 Copys-GWPC Claimed(BANKRUPTCY FRAUD)$ NO ASSET$!
PUBLISHER,B D-A Kapular-Kicked Off Board EST.(Scientology)For $15 Million$-
HOW He Evil Mother F--ker Started
Great Western Publishing Co!
ASK ME IF:
I Am Not Hell Bent On Revenge!
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...So You Better Indeed
Get Past Your Own $ Greed
Do Heed My Word Of (God)...
We must help others less fortunate than ourselves in some way. Perhaps a phone call to someone you're thinking of just for the heck of it! I'm going to do that right now. Thank you for inspiring me to do so, TRASK!
Christmas can be a difficult time of year for many as some things never seem to change. Children today, as children past always seem to be the ones that suffer the most. Society will heal when they care for all the children. Profound write...
Another x-mas goes by and still children cry,
Why should we care cacao breath dreads,
Angels in the sky cannot stop the death,
Feeling your pain Trask in these works,
Written on tablets of stone,
The hearts of those vultures,
Ear stopped up to be entombed,
Bloody hell bent on revenge,
From grave back to the womb.
oh, TRASK...nothing changes all that much, does it? I'm not sure I understand the connection of this poem to Aunt Ida, but I bring my own perspective to it and confess I have wondered lately at how many more Christmases there will be for me...morbid but reasonable thought...I do remember and miss the lost loved ones...Christmas can be as sad as happy...love to you!
Ah, hackers...sorry to hear they get to you too. I echo your sentiment.
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Love ya!
Jane
Regis
Be always safe,
Karen
Why should we care cacao breath dreads,
Angels in the sky cannot stop the death,
Feeling your pain Trask in these works,
Written on tablets of stone,
The hearts of those vultures,
Ear stopped up to be entombed,
Bloody hell bent on revenge,
From grave back to the womb.
Ah, hackers...sorry to hear they get to you too. I echo your sentiment.