I've Laughed This Day Ye!

Who said often say "Ye!" in hundred times a day?
Everyone's does said the same, Ye! Yea? Yeah!
Too funny how things came out on April Fools Day,
Everyone mess it, but I laugh out loud today.

The Housekeeper said, Oh ye my dear!
The Porter said, Your calling there Ye?
The Nurse often said, Domestic Ye!
Everyone said, Hi! Hello! How are Ye?

That English Scots word never fades
Everyday is like whistle-tone prey;
Ye never fool this April as anyone else ye?
Ye never take jokes from someone ye?.

What an irish accent remain in culture,
Wallace movie heir the throne rules;
I make laugh at it hearing over replay,
It marks my tongue and repeat Ye?.

At work, you never tired to hear ye?
Countless Ye can't buried it ye, Ye?
Ain't it right to pronouns or Ye right?
I've laughed this day hearing YE!

Ye right? Ye!

Whisper of Mind

Filled with dreams and wishes,
Thoughts of something to ashes;
Brought of nowhere to think of action,
And creates random still before dawn.

Raging water in speed of fire,
Denied some wishful dreams retire;
Drought and empty well to end,
Shout it down, fools to mend.

Fallen waters renew the limited soul
Wisdom came in and shattered calls;
Reclaimed the dreams of beyond limit,
Accompanied by wise and siezed it.

Too many failures and dreams falls,
Yet never antagonize the fear soul;
Once one wise lead its course path,
Dreams will achieve, received that.

Whisper it too gently and listen well,
Do it never, just let it fall like wheels;
Follow the old wisdom of Alpha and Omega,
fill within the whisper of mind, Tantra.

D' Poems of My Life

I found this fascinating quote today:

Some may die in pain of sacrifices,Other's will lead them there;To the place where no one cares,Pain never rest in among fewAnd the world to them is hateAs the sun go down and the thingsIs long way overdue.Garmino, D' Poems of My Life, Mar 2009

You should read the whole article.

The Goody Fame of Dying

She was hated by many few's
And judged by cruelty of man's egos;
Casted by stone's and threw unto her face,
Yet she turned it into gold in every pieces.

Labelled as dumb and naughty witch,
But big brother never spoiled the bitch;
She came from little too unknown few
Too ride the limelight, and color true.

Oh, too long to face the expected death,
And earned her fame in every inch minutes;
The too dumbed and became wise enough,
Let the world see as she lie in bed of roses.

Goody fame of dying and she got rich,
Left her family with wealth as she breath;
Turn on the TV and read the newspaper,
Jade tell her story pain cervical cancer.

He who have no mistakes throw stone,
For Jade catch it and make it into gold;
No one leaves with any penny with,
A wise mother of two, make her children rich.

And thats the goody fame of dying!

Happy Mother's day and may your soul rest in peace Jade.

The Wisdom of The Wicked

Some may die in pain of sacrifices,
Other's will lead them there;
To the place where no one cares,
Pain never rest in among few
And the world to them is hate
As the sun go down and the things
Is long way overdue.

The fun is done, the music rest,
Dancer's tired, left far east;
Mickey's dead, the Clown is gone,
Time is up, from dust till dawn.

Who else wants to suffer?
Enjoy the life of vain under;
Never learned from old folks,
That life's on earth is not a hoax.

Wasted, wounded, useless,
Grasp a piece of meat skinless;
Guided by the false apparation,
Lead someone for comdemnation.

Some may believe them real,
Other's will just stay there;
To the place where no one see
That life's on earth is... Free!