Al Qaeda's Testicles (Twittered)
We're concrened about Al Qaeda's tentacles,
Thinking they use dark magic and pentacles,
This attack might sacrifice their man's testicles!
There was a very pious old man,
The wise old fool that governs Iran,
He would preach and he’d prate
About governing his state,
‘Til the people said, “You can’t, WE CAN! ”
To stand forth in strength;
The strength of wisdom,
The strength of knowledge,
The strength of power,
The strength to stand tall,
The strength to say nay,
The strength to be proud,
To be strong, able and wise,
Down this road true freedom lies...
I'm a sentimental romantic,
Something in which I take pride,
I'm honest about my feelings
They're not something I need hide.
I'm a quiet kind of person,
For silence is better than telling lies,
Besides, I learn by listening
And by learning, I might yet become wise
For a Distant Friend...
Beauty comes and beauty goes,
Like the Ocean, it ebbs and flows
But the truest beauty can be seen
When mind is sharp and Vision keen.
If you look to your horizon
And your Sight can look beyond
Then truest beauty will you find,
For I can touch you with my mind!
My Sweet Peggy
She was my sunshine,
My only sunshine,
She made me happy
When skies were grey,
You cannot know, Lord,
How much I loved her
Or you'd not take
My Sunshine away...
My sweet Peggy...
The length and breadth of this world
Cannot contain what I feel for you...
Time itself will melt before the blast
And our love will be known beyond our lifetimes.
You were sick and I was by your side,
We fought, we hoped, we prayed, but you died.
I was there for your last breath and I cried...
Where bad men go free as good women die.
Crying for justice that's never answered.
Their families mourn and loved ones will cry,
Waiting for justice that's never answered.
Raped, cut, bitten, tortured until they die,
Praying for police that never answer.
Gangs ruling the streets without a worry
About the police who never answer
For relatives who come, all those who cry,
Seeking, but never finding their answers
From police who shrug, roll their eyes and sigh,
The police who should have all the answers,
But then, it’s not their daughters who have died.
So the courageous police run and hide
Karl Stuart Kline
Like vampires stealing children,
Slavers slip through the dark shadows of the night
Hunting for the innocents
Before the dawning of another days’ light
It’s a business for them
Their lust for money keeps them up so late
Luring innocent victims,
Uncaring, knowing neither love nor hate
Seeking innocent children
Those who cannot see behind their smiles
Who’re surreptitiously taken
To be sold to wealthy pedophiles
Their victims are children
With no means to protect their health
Taken by evil men,
Who’re concerned only for their wealth
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Abusing Women II
Picture This (I think you can...)
Rearranged in the Shakespearean Sonnet form...
And so he pretends to be your lover,
But blames you for his own ineptitude,
'Til his subliminal rage takes over,
Resorting to brutal acts and language crude,
You protest and he becomes more irate
Anger and resentment builds, blinding him,
He says women lie and he's filled with hate
And suddenly you become his victim,
Used, battered, abused and accused by him,
You do not dare follow where he has led,
His anger is bright and his wits are dimmed
And if you cannot run, you'll wind up dead!
Where you needed love, the back of his hand
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