Empty Tears to Manly Tears
The tears of a lost promise
The tears of a drug lord
Empty Tears (deteriorating poem)
She climbed into her lonely bed
Her fantasies still fresh in head
So empty are the tears she shed
Another dream she had instead
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Her heart repeats each word he said
Sweet promises her soul was led
In paradise the sun was spread
As waves caressed the shore
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Tomorrow�s hope he did imbed
Believe in me were thoughts he pled
How could she leave where would she go
When here was what they said search for
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Then came the instant all was shred
Was it his eyes that gave it away
Or was it some misbegotten word
She didn�t know She didn�t know
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All she can remember was
Going for something in her purse
Something to quickly end it all
Before running to the safety of her home
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She climbed into her lonely bed
Her mind mending what just happened
So empty are the tears she shed
Perhaps this madness was just a dream
Dreams fall apart for this princess and in this deteriorating poem. The rhyme of this poem goes askew. Take notice of how and when it does. It has something to do with the lady's frame of mind. This poem also makes use of the disturbing odd line rhyme pattern (in the last stanza).
Disco was a thing of the past. Parenthood was calling Arlene and I. Arlene started having these recurring dreams. Dreams of our great life together. Dreams of promise. And then I would leave her. Arlene had signed us up for Lamaze classes. We were good students. Arlene shared the dreams with our Lamaze councilor. The councilor suggested that I pay more attention to Arlene. I don't know how this was possible. Arlene was my everything to me plus I was bitten very heavily by "the father-to-be" bug. The only thing I didn't like about pregnancy was the Lamaze classes. I did as the councilor suggested. The dreams got worse. We tried several other things. In the end, playing disco music while we slept worked. Speaking about "in the end", after weeks and weeks of going religiously to Lamaze classes, at the first touch of labor pains, Arlene begged for pain medications as soon as we hit the hospital. Arlene's mom, who was a head maternity nurse, took charge of the ward.
I consider myself a Christian. I may be a little mixed up on which denomination, but I am better than most in my bible studies. My beliefs are mine. (The same holds true for everyone.) Nature and science prove that there is something more to life. Here we have a pregnant individual. One thing that is common among pregnant individuals is that undergo massive and intense biological changes. More miraculous are the changes men undergo as mentally they become fathers. There is nothing gowning in them. I believe the woman plays the greatest roll in child birth. The biological changes men and women undergo as they become parents are easier to grasp in a person with a baby growing in them. Here again, nature and science prove that there is something more to life. Then we all enter the chapter of old age. In all of life's changes "old age", I believe, is the most diverse. One last chance. We are amazing. Accept that. Live in that. Is there life after death? We are here. that person we were ten years ago isn't. That conscientiousness of last night's dream is a memory. Clues? We are here now, so Enjoy.
Let's enjoy the mysteries of life set to music: Julee Cruise "Mysteries of Love"
Do drug lords cry
Arnold Rothstein, a kingpin of the Jewish mafia who was behind the Black Sox scandal, refused to identify his killer to the police, saying �You stick to your trade. I�ll stick to mine.� Keegan-Michael Key and Jordan Peele give us a rare behind the scene look at a drug lord in hopes that we might better understand.
If we can't believe a pair of comedians, who can we believe? "Key & Peele - Manly Tears"
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