I resume today, to end on the morrow; I need to reach the end, no need to beg or borrow. My innards are bursting, such is the urge to purge, Try as I might to hold back, it's all about to just merge - The story as it comes, it begs to be allowed To unfurl itself, straightaway, lest it be swallowed By the high and mighty, in a fit of rage.. Not knowing, the sheer might of every page. Freedom now is mine, freed as I am from it all.. My mind aflutter in the wind, game to just have a ball. That is the story, guys, as of this moment, now I have just resumed - telling my story, as per vow, The story it will finally emerge, friends, and how!!!!

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The resumption

I resume today .....
 to relate the tale my entire being has been violently on the go...
   hope can complete at one go....
 It was a time, it was...

Work

Work is worship, Work is fun
Work your ass off, in shade or sun.
Work is life, Work is thrill
Work is much, much more than a drill.
Work is ecstasy, work is peace
Work helps keep you in one piece.
Work is yoga, work reiki
Work alone holds the key
To happiness and all else that
To have, you sometimes pass around the hat
And wish, and wish that you had it all
So that you may have a ball.
But mind you mate, HE has it all set-
No matter how much you’ll wish to bet.
No work, no pay you’ve heard it said
No work, no play is the rule as laid.
Work one must, if only just
So that oneself one can trust.
Work gives power, all that wealth
To hide which there needs be no stealth.
Work is gaiety, work excites
To work I pledge now all these bytes.
Work has been my first love, so
Whenever I wish to have a go
At things or persons that do not gel
Calmly I ask that they go to Hell.
And back to my desk to work I tread
It’s just not for my daily bread.
It’s to ensure that I am there
To lay all their sins stark bare,
With divine justice on my side
I know I will smoothly glide.
My Work my sledge, my glacial path
I will traverse, my faith my swathe.
So work I will till HE tells me,
Come, thy work is done, so let it be.

Another day

Upon me another day,
A day when I will want my say:
Say I will, come what may
If only to keep the wolves at bay.
Record my story, this I must,
To my progeny, I should be just;
Justice, if late, it is denied.
All my hopes, they are belied.
Yet march I on, come March or June
Not a detail will I prune
For ye my fellow men must know
No pet line do I tow-
I only have a tale to tell
A tale which just might ring a bell.
You may wonder: What the hell!
What is that he's trying to sell?
Nichts, I say, nothing, none,
Wait till all my say is done.
Know you'll then, the why and when,
East and west, the cuddly twain,
Meet they will, their hug will kill
Many pages can I fill...
But I think now I must go-
For another day I keep my woe
From spilling out, dirt and all-
Wait! It is now my call.......

Far away and long ago

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They talk about this when they really mean that...

Puzzled, are you?

But I mean it, I do. As you will find out, dear Readers (sorry, friends) in the days to come...

Come what may, I am not here to make hay.
There's a single point agenda - I'll make some people pay...
No matter what their current pay,
No matter they are straight or gay,
It is going to surely be my day
Come rains, or the month of May.
They are those rascals I chanced to meet
Rascals all, they had seemed so sweet-
Now that I've decided to
Give them nothing but the shoe:
Expose them I will you'll see
Feel they will, the sting of the bee
Dance they will, these dunces all
In their graves or at the funeral hall ...
Life they say is the sternest teacher
I learnt when I saw this creepy creature...
And some... and some more they came
Some walked straight. some were lame
But there was always one same factor -
Always wary of some detractor
Were they, whom worshipped all
Those who wished to have a ball
At the cost of integrity and more
They crawled about from shore to shore.
These, my friends, this blog will show,
With these words tonight I take my bow.