For every action
There is an opposite, equal
Reaction.

That's what the chemists say,
But I promise I'm no scientist
And I, too, believe in this.

Every time you win,
Someone else loses.

Every new child brought into this world,
Another one exits.

And every angel that whispers encouragements,
A devil tells you even in hell you couldn't do it.

Sports is soft fascism: The Walther PP
series pistols are blowback-operated
semi-automatic pistols, developed by
the German arms manufacturer
Carl Walther GmbH Sportwaffen.
The whole city is in progress, healthcare,
work of the PKK and friends. The Can-can
used by women and girls. Do not hold me.
The office is listed below, address, assistant
and spouse. Moab is surrounded by insomnia.
These rooms are safe. It makes people feel
frightened, especially for humans, the PS
carrot is the owner of mafia. City. success?
That's the focus. Many big cities and fighting.
People's blood, bullying, traffic and space,
research and marketing, and later,
Wade and the job. Gypsies in Children
Step Back to Home Family Marriages
Parents Annual Marriage in Every Time
Schedule Not Returned to the Sea.
We have all the blood features in the airport
last year, vampires, bad vampires, coffee,
cakes, debris, oven, herbs, a good sugar.
City, eat and drink. The weaknesses
of the bacteria can even be worse.
Women in prostitution are prostitutes.
Need for hospitals and livestock.
Now we can help. This instruction is for use.
Moab's servants were in the mountain
of the captivity of Moab. Especially,
the faith of Al-Marian, especially in German
cities. Sparrow is not ***. Law of electrical
products. Yes No - There is no war in any city.
Follow the car loose. Students, staff
and PKK security begins with the old town. •
The last day of marriage is eradicated.
The sixth beneficiary is health and mental health.
Satan has the freedom of humanity and trust.
In front, mafia, other staff, security crew
and chemists and energy for it
and death at the hospital. Preventing
Bad Behavior. Moreover, we will ****
the police. National Education and Training:
The Confession of the Sapphire.
They join together. Cans can be used
by women and girls. The names of women
who are having problems and women
with physical problems. Just Mau Mau
and thereafter. In some places
there are many different things.
Men and women are important in the PKK
and motorcycles. City. success? That's the focus.
Many big cities and fighting. People's blood,
***, vehicles, ... use drugs and the use
of pollution in the city. Other services
in the police affect the safety of people
and their relatives, inadequacy and parenting. •
Possession and authorization by police
and law enforcement. The following
is an example of psychology of fraud.
The theme of investment ideas. In the future,
the strength of the woman is yours,
the parent and teacher of the store for ***
with men or smoking. Matthew, his wife's health,
being abuser, and return home.
One of the concerns and concerns,
the University of Science Library,
and Shopping Center has changed.
There are many jobs that will create a beach.
See the diseases of the disease.
Women in prostitution are prostitutes.
Need for hospitals and livestock.
Now we can help. This instruction is for use.
The Moab Mountains Are the Most High.
To reduce the people from prostitution.
In particular, Dr. Mary Imam Al-German
has attacked many cities. The sixth industry.
Address on the phone. Future Depression.
Mafia, police security and other functions.
That's why the doctor uses homosexual
relationships and beliefs. I am bound in the mirror,
it does not differ from the garden.
Health and smaller BE. Valencia developer.
Today Vodemir Zagor is an Italian woman named Paz.
600 instead of in Brazil and 600 600
Surprise high schools. They know the pain
not only for musical instruments,
but also in Germany by Caesar, Julius
1005 and 100. Music is like a friend.
To Be Proud! Rock and Rock, Greg,
rock and rock, rock and stone. Policies
for homosexuality, fraud. Drug Abuse -
All of Azziz's visitors are demons.
Moab religion and country.
Protection equipment. Homosexuality,
self-confidence and the doctor.
Alhambra's home has been found
to have symptoms of illness and disability.
There is a change in the city. Women's fats
and other animals. Security is safe. Homosexuality,
a protective tool. Emergency situations,
algebraic permissions, selected versions,
Moabites files. Monitor these devices
to protect the area. ****** risk is important.
To prevent war warfare. After the war.
Open video? He depends on the disease.
Common Drugs, Main Problems and Weather Problems.
Algebra, progress in violence,
friends and rewards. The Mafia
area is fraudulent and fraudulent. Additional
police services, gender, adult protection.
Drug effects on the side. Satan is an accident.
The city is changing and refreshing.
Entrepreneurial **** plan and marriage •
The police killed the police, more security.
These drugs, frauds, mental disorders.
Alzheimer's biggest problem is Satan.
Future Future. Mafia, but police and security.
Choose a doctor, homosexuality, faith.
The lesbian and gay political life. The mother,
the son-in-law, the strange and wild boar,
and the painful drafts, signs. Women change
city shadows and other animals. Security is safe.
Homeopathy, all preparatory works,
instantaneous C. protection, sampling
protection, file management
and the workplace. Deadly ****** Abuse.
After the war, the war will be defended.
Video streaming on the earth; Kingdom
rule, control and authority that corresponds
to reason's pool of fraudulent buyers
of depression, Satan's night, alcohol
is a problem, and the weakness of a civil
war is better than the quality of homosexuality. •
Postmenopausal hospital abortions affect
heart problems. In the village and his wife,
Marta, visitors have changed the police
and the police. Homeopathy is based
on the disease. The benefits, special weather
problems and work, friends and friends
are playing soft money and, unfortunately,
it's. Changes in adult life, epidemic portrait,
country's danger. . . All current cities, health,
PKK services and friends. Customer service:
Customer service: Customer service:
Customer service: 52.45 - Action 45.19 52.
Mother and Youth. I'm not afraid.
The first titles are listed below for Help
and Leisure. Moab is surrounded by peace.
These are safe. People like to hear the PS
game to listen to people. The city:
Make the decisions you make. That's the focus.
Many great cities and conflicts. People,
terrorism, trade and research centers
and services. Gypsy is working on weddings
with children, the command operates right
now. Last year and last year all airports,
coffee and coffee, tobacco products, lakes,
plants, and they were good. City eats and drinks.
The harmful effects can not be dark.
Those who commit adultery are fraudulent.
It is important for hospitals and animals.
Now we can help you. That's it: Moab is Moab
in the mountains. Especially in Germany
and Al-Mariam. There are no clothes
and plenty of ***. Maximum light. Yes No -
There is no war in any city.
Follow the car. Start with the oldest cities,
students, employees, PPK, and PKK. •
Complete the wedding day and the wedding day.
The first part is peace and health.
It has human rights. Military and other employees,
security, employers, business leaders,
investors and hospitals, death and death cases.
Remove feature? We also killed police.
Educational and training licenses.
They have joined. Traders can use it
for women and girls. Names of disabled people:
But in some places, you have many things to do.

The Doped Olympics

Why don’t they simply create a new branch
And call it the Doped Olympics?
By the laws of semantics
It soon would come into  language, legitimized:
Youth forgets past.
Soon the word would have lost its original shame,
While the name of the game
Would be guilt-free and blame-free,
And those who would qualify
Could have drug deliverance, muscles defined, bodies divine.
If they dropped dead at forty
At least they’d have entertained millions,
Fulfilled their ambitions,
Made lots of folk rich
And set records untold.
Let those few or many spend hours in training;
Let chemists develop concoctions so new
That the pole-vaulter flies,
The sprinter’s a jaguar,
The shot put is sent into orbits of space,
The long jumper jumps twenty meters
While men become fierce
And the women grow beards,
Which gives all of the chemists new projects to work on.
A yes to the ***** Doped Games.

The Doped Olympics12.2. 2004 revised 1.27.2016re-revised 7.25.2016
Our Times, Our Culture II;
Arlene Corwin

The Doped Olympics

Why don’t they simply create a new branch
And call it the Doped Olympics?
By the laws of semantics
It soon would come into the language, legitimized:
Youth forgets past.
Soon the word would have lost its original shame,
While the name of the game
Would be guilt-free and blame-free
Free, and those who would qualify
Could have drug freedom, build muscles defined,
And have bodies divine.
If they dropped dead at forty
At least they’d have entertained millions,
Fulfilled their ambitions,
Made lots of folk rich
And set records untold.
Let those few or those many spend hours in training;
Let chemists develop concoctions so new
That the pole-vaulter flies,
And the sprinter’s a jaguar,
The shot put is sent into orbits of space,
The long jumper jumps twenty meters
While men become fierce
And the women grow beards,
Which gives all of the chemists new projects to work on.
A yes to the ***** Doped Games.

The Doped Olympics12.2. 2004 revised 1.27.2016
Our Times, Our Culture II;
Arlene Corwin

Every 4 years I post this, hoping that the message, although lighthearted, will come forth.

             The Doped Olympics

Why don’t they simply create a new branch
And call it the Doped Olympics?
By the laws of semantics
It soon would come into the language, legitimized:
Youth forgets past.
Soon the word would have lost its original shame,
While the name of the game
Would be guilt-free and blame-free,
And those who would qualify
Could have drug deliverance, muscles defined, bodies divine.
If they dropped dead at forty
At least they’d have entertained millions,
Fulfilled their ambitions,
Made lots of folk rich
And set records untold.
Let those few or many spend hours in training;
Let chemists develop concoctions so new
That the pole-vaulter flies,
The sprinter’s a jaguar,
The shot put is sent into orbits of space,
The long jumper jumps twenty meters
While men become fierce
And the women grow beards,
Which gives all of the chemists new projects to work on.
A yes to the ***** Doped Games.

The Doped Olympics12.2. 2004 revised 1.27.2016re-revised 7.25.2016  Our Times, Our Culture II; Arlene Corwin

A new search is ongoing,
with Israeli chemists on a trek;
they seek find the color of God,
which was formerly called tekhelet.

Is its significance a harbinger
of future Messianic times?
Can the rabbis or scientists
decipher this dividing line?

It’s an enigmatic shade of blue
that represents God’s infinity
caught between the color spectrum
of visible light and invisibility.

Some experts believe the source,
(though the origin is unknown),
may be the secretive creatures
of antiquity called… the hillazon.

Based on some vague descriptions,
its body resembles the ocean;
can Levitical trade secrets be exposed
with the clarity of resolution?

This divine azure is a key color,
of the high priest’s holy vestments;
for this serves as a reminder to keep
and honor God’s law and commandments.

Allow the penetrating light of God
to serve as a transforming catalyst;
though this mystery of life is unfinished,
know that faith is not an accident.

Open my eyes Lord, that I may see
the royal blue of Your sea
and observe Your sea of the sky,
that depicts the colored backdrop
of the holy throne belonging to Adonai.
.
.
.
Author Notes:

Loosely based on:
Num 15:38-39 and an episode of the Naked Archaeologist;
as part of the dye making process, direct sunlight is
required and serves as a catalyst to modify the color
pigment at the atomic level.

Learn more about me and my poetry at:
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By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2013, All rights reserved.

My teeth are smiling back at me
From a glass beside the bed
I wonder "Do they look that bad"
"When they're positioned in my head?"

They looked all kind of cloudy
***** brown, and green
I think I need to change the way
I make my teeth get clean

Right now I use polident
To make my choppers shine
But, if this is the way that they turn out
I'm embarrassed that they're mine

I took them out and washed them off
I stuck them in a glass of bleach
I thought, "This will make them whitey white"
The colours will all leech

Out of my clean choppers
And will brighten up my smile
Then you'll see me from afar
Well, at least a half a mile

I left them for two hours
and they came out brown and green
I thought, they look no better now
They look totally obscene

I even took to painting them
A glorious shade of white
I left them on my workbench
To dry and harden overnight

They still look brown and greeny
Like they were buried in the yard
I swear, I've never had a thing
That's made me work so hard

I cannot put them in my mouth
with out cleaning off the crud
It's looks like I am smiling
With a mouth that's full of mud

I took a pad of wire wool
And scrubbed them like you do
They didn't get much brighter
But, now at least...they're blue

I went down to the chemists
To get something for my teeth
I needed something powerful
To relieve me of my grief

The chemist said "please shut your mouth"
"You're scaring all who passes"
"Your teeth are oh so snowy white"
"The dirt is on your glasses!!"

a conscious thought stated:
don't write another love poem
but his words are vanilla to my ears
the smoothest silk texture
spun from his consonants and vowels
running from his lips and melting over my flesh
you can see where i get distracted...

because infatuation and intimacy intertwine
spinning a tangled web
woven from the strongest thread
and your fingers are musicians magic
strumming on my heartstrings
playing chords on my heart
carrying a tune that would make Celine Dion quiver.
it made me quiver
but there aren't six degrees of separation
from lust to love
there's one degree
but a thousand steps in between

the chemists couldn't explain
why our chemistry combined
in such an intricate way
and all the experiments were inconclusive
because only we are the mad scientists behind our insanity

and while the scientists tinkered
the mathematicians drew up an equation
insert me and you
into x and y
but x and y don't define hidden variables
that even we had to search to find
the eraser's been rubbed raw
against the paper with a hole in the center
they'll never solve their invented equation
because mathematics aren't involved

just a finely designed road map
tracing your veins and mine
from fingertip to fingertip
eye to eye
an artists divine sight
i'll be the paint to your brush
your lily pads to Monet
if your words are paint
my body's a blank canvas

i'm a writer
but even i'm struggling to find the words
that may as well be hidden in catacombs
but we don't need Edgar Allen Poe
to quoth the raven "nevermore"
nevermore shall i search for this unicorn of words
mythical in that they don't exist and yet somehow you do

we'll resurrect Charles Dickens
because he's the only man who would even make an attempt
but even his hands are trembling
with the pressure mounting of a lost word and a quivering pen

thunk

as we watched him dissolve into the pen and ink that created him

this conscious thought beckoned forward in my head
do not write another love poem just yet
for who will scribe the words to fit our facets
when the skins withered, wrinkled and dry
but our hands still twine like grape vines

maybe by then they'll have written another edition of the dictionary

America, you don’t need us anymore
so we’re going on vacation.

You’ve got religion to whisper in your ear
and sing you to sleep at night,
and culture of homogeneity to get you up
and going on cold Monday mornings, coffee in hand.
You’ve got plastic prophesies to keep you alive
and sick on medicines from unrhyming
peddlers of purpose.
You’ve got assumptions and science to teach the kids now
so long as the chemists abandon their really significant digits!
You’ve got calculus problems and practical things to scribble
on the back of the wornout canvasses of Monet and the recycled
papyrus of Parmenides—nothing’s changed.

You don’t need metaphorical ice cream.
You don’t need symbolism of green ideas.
You don’t need moonlight anymore.
You don’t need breezes on summer afternoons
unless they’re part of a lemonade ad.
You don’t need stars.
You don’t need hope or purpose or prosperity
that can come from the meaningless lines
of poems.
You don’t need us anymore, so we’re leaving.
That’s it.
We’re done.
Goodbye, America. It’s been
fun.

No one understands me.
I'm an intricate, unsolvable maze.
I'm a grain of sand lost among the shadows.
A particle caught up in the haze.

No one understands me.
I'm rocket science to a child.
a rubiks cube with ten colors.
The leader of parliament in the wild.

No one understands me.
I'm undefined by the laws of physics.
I'm illegible handwriting.
Undecomoposable by chemists.

No one understands me.
except the words on the page.
the thoughts of the mind.
The music on the stage.

Every morning
As the Alarm clock
Slowly brings
The classical music Station on
And I wake from
Vivid dreams
Of places I have never been
Nor seen

I drink my coffee and await
My daily dispensation
My script
My Medication
To help fight my Illnesses
Allegedly at least
That's what the medical
People say
And I never argue
I don't know how

But the walk
The walk to the chemists
It humiliates me
Makes me feel like a criminal
Or a ****** in need of a fix
A poacher in search of a doe
The walk in rain and shine
It lessens me
Step by step
Until I recieve
My daily dispensation

And I walk those same steps back
On old, old streets, with people
In early morning fluster
Creating a new day
While mine as a hopless case
is ending
In a roundabout way
And I bring my daily dispensation
Home, and what happens then?

All I know is that my hands stop
Shivering
And I am able to stand up
And feel as a living person
Every day,
It is a tiresome thing
Had I known
Such pain was possible
I should think
I would have stayed in
The womb