cauchy3, 31 march 2013
A chance you armed as FOX YIN TUNG..
Trimmer chances will wangle out of laws.
Chance your arms are smuggle men.
Hong Kong FOX YIN TUNG had chance to come true.
Chance would be fine as there are only disguised laws.
Poorer grades are some dissembles.
Double faces will hide but fight the laws by tricks.
No perjury all are FOX YIN TUNG with sins.
Hong Kong FOX YIN TUNG also knows as Henry Fox by English names.
Miracle smuggle products earn a lot for legal charms illegally. Electronics also medicines load to boats and there may be drugs or heroin.
Henry Fox had bought and sold..
Bills and fames and poses are surest bet in FOX YIN TUNG life.
Henry fox had passed away. He also becomes our famous china official congress men when he came to senior ages.
True to say a man and family who smuggle goods and merchandises must try to take a pose as triad gangs.
-----------Cheung Shun Sang=Cauchy3--------
Talat Jehan, 31 march 2013
The most difficult time..
The time when relationship dies..
Those people are no more around us..
But they are still alive..
They are still present some where..
But we don't want to see them..
They want to talk, because they realise their mistakes..
Those irreparable mistakes which changed the life's of others..
Those mistakes which hurt us so badly, and will takes years to be
healed..Those wounds which will remain fresh for long time..
But sadly in this world everything looks good and attractive, even the fresh wounds..
Karen Degnan Foiles, 31 march 2013
What a week
What a streak
Please don't say a peep
Let me enjoy my cup of tea
Freaky, frazzled
Weakly, Hassled
What I wouldn't give
For Mondays to be cancelled
Harried, Wary
Hurried, Buried
Time is blustering by
I'm always saying "Bye"
Heckle, Jekyll
Lies, Spy's
What the heck happened
Oh well at least the week
is unravelled
Karen Degnan Foiles, 31 march 2013
Just me popping in
Seeing how ya been
Popping by is my style
Just where do I begin…
I wanted you to know
That I have missed you so
I'm sorry I have neglected
My true friend I have respected
My life is a whirlwind
In this spectrum called life
And is anything but sublime
Some days are like a roller-coaster
There are highs and lows
Some are fun and some scary
I know why I'm scared to call
It'll stir up old memories
That I'm not ready to deal or feel
I miss you my friend
I miss your laughter and your tears
I miss our friendship over the years
Not a day goes by
That I don't think of you
And I promise I will call you
This was written for a very good friend I have lost touch with.
5/1/06
Karen Degnan Foiles, 31 march 2013
There's kinds of loss that can bum you out
The loss of a game
You lost your way
Losing your favorite pin
This can make you pout
But without a doubt
It is not a real big thing
The kind of loss that can make you shout
The loss of your job
The loss your car
When you could not pay
It left you confused
Feeling slightly defused
But then you can re-group
Then there a loss, that cuts deep within
My maternal rights that I tried not to win
So stupid to give up such a gift
To watch my boys grow, live with the man
that I've tried so much to get away
No school papers to hang on my frig
No more practices to run to at night
Now I that I am a part-time Mom
And try and do it all on my weekends
This was written about a very tough time in my life. My boys are older now but the feelings are still there.
= 03/20/2006 =
Karen Degnan Foiles, 31 march 2013
What's done is done
You can't go back and change it
It's time to move on
You can't rearrange it
You've paid your price
And it's time to proceed
No matter what your vice
Unsteady as it seems
You'll rise above anything
Try and rebuild your self-esteem
You feel like you're grasping
At a big ball of string
One string at a time
One day at a time
You're growing into
A better person in time
Karen Degnan Foiles, 31 march 2013
My feelings are so torn apart
I want to do what's in my heart
I want to support him in his troubled times
To help him while he's in his prime
To help point him in the right direction
And yet give him a mother's affection
He's so child-like in so many ways
Knows not of the worldly ways
He lives for the day in a careless way
He'll let his pride get in the way
The decisions he has made
Has filled him with self-conviction
They put him in a dark place
Where he feels alone and misplaced
His heart is truly beautiful
He has a smile from ear to ear
His actions are so innocent
He means no harm or fear
He knows what he wants to be
Someone who deserves much greatness
Someone he can be proud to be
But he has some things to address
So I'll stand by, watch him sink or swim
It'll hurt him more if he learns nothing
I'll let him know that I am here
And comfort him when
Things are not what they appear
** A poem I wrote for my son, when he was 18 he went through some very hard times... **
Satish Verma, 31 march 2013
In unaligned loneliness,
tonight, a liquefied moon
will fill up my glass, and my shadow
will sit beside me and we will drink the pain.
Lets’s settle in twilight of stars
and think not of violence of crawling
and inflicting damages to each other; I will never be
myself again during the random dark.
The end of punishment or punishment
of ending were drawing very near,
dotting the landscape. All the budhas
are assembling to wash our sins.
Give me some bones to fix the knees,
I have lost my golden throne in
the dazzle of wounds, the flames
are lifting the red sky.
Satish Verma
Bazyliszek, 30 march 2013
all the birds sang the end
at the last trees
it was said
and sodenly alone
I asked all buses
and loud street cars
he found my hand
and sang tomorrow
steven cooke, 30 march 2013
Chained to these walls of despair
I was condemned by a Judas race.
Assassins’ wait on every corner
hiding in the lights of man
looking for my face.
To be last of your species is a lonely place
in loneliness everyone’s your enemy,
my existence violates this earth.
I am demonised by children not yet born
for I am Auschwitz I am war,
I am the monster behind your door.
Cremation is ordained upon my soul
the future dies when cities burn.
Life gives way to extinction
but the last rights give way to destiny
for the dragon has one last legacy.
Lead me to your abattoir
and take my dignity.
My scales will provide a heroes shield
this blood will give you courage.
Take these eyes made of jade
but do not look too close
for I may possess you.
Artisans take my teeth
record my sins in scrimshaw
for I have flown amongst you.
Memories laid down in human bone
for the samurai has felt my breath
and his god has knelt before me.
Immortality now gives way to fairy tales
Dragons used to frighten children
for it is all you have,
to protect them from reality.
Though some will grow
to envy me.
The truth of mankind
lies on the artists brush
Skilfully mixing your colours of deceit.
Dragons are not your heroes
your excuse, you were following orders.
The dragon is the darkest secret of mankind,
in your actions I became the executioner
and you a plague of demons
that washed my soul away.
But always remember,
when you look into the fire
there will always be a dragon
looking back at you.
Waiting to reclaim his throne
from the demons that exist in you.
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