LAYMAN THOUGHTS POETRY


DEFINATION…HOPELESS!


Pitch black,thin cracks. I told you the walls would crumble,but you just sit back!Household disintegrated, mischief televised, C.N.N ,’C’ for cues not now knees down along church pews and pray!



Pray for your sons and daughters. Pray that you don’t laugh in the Baptism water less you jeopardize,bubbles quick! Pull them back if you can ‘fore I add and multiply your demons in this notebook with a pen. Oh look! Too bad I just finished the last page, you look outraged, you seek revenge, I can see it in your veins, you wish to hold it in but you can’t because you’re weak! Weak even for your own self. So let just your library of sins pack the shelf, really… Don’t fight anymore, and besides, what is there to fight for?



The most outrageously beautiful journalist behind the desk yesterday was as ugly as her lifeless, soul wrecking, bad odour, stinking News Report definition…Hopelss!



So in that case, I’m in a Dillema, of ‘Whats not good’,and ‘Evil’. I choose Evil because my dear mother whispered to me that ‘What’s not good’ for my Soul will kill me on second thought, I choose ‘What’s not good’ because I’d rather time travel in my black casket to another dimension d’I mention the fact that your very own blood offspring is capable of betrayal?

The very same soil you manured and kept your sleepy eye on in the middle of the Night cracked and squeezed the Rose flower roots lifeless sending it down to the dusty platform without a red petal to spare…

Spare me a second! And now that I have the platform, ‘sides mine is green because I aspire to gift hope to the desk journalist but you bellitle me. I mean…I’m not as privileged as the black theology graduate from Atlanta marching on Montgomery streets on a bus boycott I’m just a boy. The eraser and my pencil is my toy…

By the end you’ll recognize that I love to play with it alot,’with it’ that means I draw and trace my reality same time as I do breathe, same time as I do sneeze bacteria, fungus, germ, Corona Virus, bad police policy, self-centred neo-colonialists, racism, the great citizens of the republic of ‘ Free Land of Milk and Honey’ the ‘Distributor’ rather is selfish! He scoops a couple galons for his sweet darling and beautiful daughter who by the way, unfortunately, is ailing but yet I ask why the ‘Distributor’s’ face is always jolly even at time when his dear little one’s life is at stake just as it is with his subject countrymen till I realised and figured…



Since the ‘Free Land of Milk and Honey’s doesn’t have sufficient and adequate Health Care , the ‘Distibutor’ put her in the white man’s carrier to a far land from ours divided by the Blues which to me signify the milestone! But like they said…the journey of a thousand miles…

See the problem is…. I don’t feel like wearing my shoes nor getting off my bed today … Lest we wait for tommorow

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    Hi Keith

    Thanks for the follow and all the best with your blog

    craig

    for your entertainment in social isolation/hibernation

    https://creativekiwis.wordpress.com/2020/04/05/im-in-hibernation/

    A church has a rat problem

    The church doesn’t want to kill the rats so they trap them and release them far away, but the next day they are back.

    Next they try ask them politely to leave, still they won’t budge.

    Finally the priest has one last idea, he baptized all the rats.

    Now they only come at Christmas and Easter.

    man walked into a bar. He sat down and asked the bar tender “If I impress you, can I have a free drink?”. The bar tender said sure, so the man reached in his pocket and pulled out a tiny piano. He then pulled out a small rat and set it by the piano. It crawled on to the bench and began playing

    music. The bar tender was amazed, so he gave the man a beer. Next, the man said “If I impress you even more, can I have free drinks for life?”. The bar tender didn’t think it was possible, so he agreed. The man pulled a frog out of his pocket, and it began to sing by the piano. The bar tender smiled and told the man that he was impressed. A man in a suit with a cane walked into the bar, saw the small animals, and offered to buy them for $2 million. The owner said no, but he offered to sell the frog for $500k. The rich man agreed, took the frog, and left. The bar tender couldn’t believe the owner just did that and said “Why did you just sell the frog?! There is no singing now!”. The owner laughed and said “Don’t worry; the rat is a ventriloquist!”.

    Two professors of economics were walking down a road when they saw a dead rat.

    The older one said – “If you eat this, I’ll pay you ₹10,000”. The younger one makes a quick cost-benefit analysis and finally eats the rat.

    The younger professor experiences a bad after-taste and wants the older professor to experience the same. When he sees another dead rat on the road, he dares the professor to eat it in exchange for the old ₹10,000. The senior professor, eager to recover his reckless bet, eats it.

    After a few minutes of walking silently, the younger professor finally says – “Looks like we’ve been eating dead rats for free.”

    The older professor remarks, “But don’t forget we just added ₹ 20,000 to the GDP!”

    RATS!

    from

    https://upjoke.com/rat-jokes

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    PART II

    Thanks for the follow and all the best with your blog

    “the totally unmusical pie piper”

    Shared by “early bird” (very) * craig

    * my “best” time (by far)

    “Information and Inspiration Distributer, Incorrigible Encourager and People-builder” *

    * not bridges (thank goodness)!

    Well my family and friends say I’m “safest” just writing and sharing

    Still

    Driven to share, uplift, encourage and (perhaps even) inspire

    “Live each day as if it’s your last…

    and one day you’ll be right!

    PS

    So it may be better and safer for you following the rats!

    PPS

    Don’t worry about the world ending today…

    it’s already tomorrow in scenic and tranquil ‘little’ New Zealand

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