WE LOVE THE SEA.. TO BUILD SAND CASTLES.. PLAY IN THE WAVES.. WE ENJOY TO SPLASH MEN AND KICK WATER ON THEM.. THEY GET WET.. HAHA.. WE CAN NOT SWIM SO WE DO NOT GO IN THE DEEP.. TO FEED THE FISH.. THEY ARE SO SWEET.. THEIR EYES GLANCE UP AT YOU.. WE LET THEM LIVE.. MEN THAT FISH.. WE THINK NEED A WEDGY.. GO UP TO THAT MAN AND PULL HIS UNDERPANTS STRAIGHT UP HIS CROTCH.. THEN TOSS HIM IN THE SEA.. HAHA.. THEN JUMP UP AND RUN.. AND GET AWAY.. HAHA..
THE CONSTITUTION GOVERNS THE STATES.. THE PEOPLE JOIN TO DEFEND FREEDOM OF INDIVIDUALITY.. AND ACCEPT DIVERSITY.. A REPUBLIC DECIDED BY A DEMOCRACY.. THIS SHOULD BE IN THE ARMED SERVICES ALSO.. THE SOLDIERS WHO FIGHT FOR FREEDOM.. SHOULD HAVE A VOTE.. THEY DO WHAT THEY ARE TOLD TO DO BY A GOVERNMENT.. WHAT A POWERFUL WEAPON A FEW WHO LEAD HAVE.. BUT WHERE IS THE SAFETY.. WHAT IF THEY ARE TOLD TO DO SOMETHING AGAINST THE PEOPLE AND FREEDOM.. WHERE IS THE OUT.. THEY SHOULD FOLLOW ORDERS.. BUT HAVE A VOTE.. ANY SIZE UNIT.. AT ANYWHERE.. CAN VOTE TO STAND DOWN.. NOT FOLLOW ORDERS.. WITHOUT PENALTY.. IF WHAT THEY ARE BEING TOLD TO DO IS AGAINST THE CONSTITUTION AND THEIR CONSCIENCE.. THAT IS A TRUE FORM OF DEMOCRACY.. AND POWER TO THE PEOPLE.. GODS BLESSINGS.. RJ KNIGHT
WHEN CONFLICT HAPPENS.. A BOY WANTS TO PROVE SOMETHING.. HIS PRIDE CONTROLS THE SITUATION.. HE NEEDS VALIDATION TO FEEL THAT HE HAS WORTH.. HE FEELS HUMILIATION IF HE DOES NOT FIGHT.. HE ENJOYS BEING DOMINANT TO PROVE HIS OPINION.. BUT A MAN.. FIGHTS ONLY IF HE HAS TO.. TO DEFEND WHO HE LOVES.. HE CAN WALK AWAY.. BE HUMBLE.. CAN CONTROL HIS EMOTIONS.. HE DOES NOT HAVE ANYTHING TO PROVE TO ANYBODY.. AND COULD CARE LESS WHAT PEOPLE SAY TO HIM.. HIS INSIGHT IS NOT DIMINISHED.. HE WINS.. WITH MATURITY AND WISDOM.. THAT COMES WITH AGE.. GODS BLESSINGS.. RJ KNIGHT
WE CAN MAKE THE MOST HOT AND MOIST.. ALSO CRUNCHY.. COOKIES.. CHOCOLATE AND PEANUT BUTTER.. BUT WE LOVE ALL KINDS.. TANTALIZE THE MOUTH.. EXPLORE THE SENSUAL BEING.. GIVE THE WILDEST FANTASIES.. RECIPES YOU ENJOY.. YOUR COOKIE DREAMS.. NOBODY LOVES COOKIES LIKE US.. HAHA.. XX.. GODS BLESSINGS.. RJ KNIGHT
IF WE HAD TO HAVE A CHOICE BETWEEN MONEY AND POWER.. WE WANT POWER.. WE ENJOY THAT BEING AN INVISIBLE STRENGTH.. MONEY IS NOTHING BUT A USELESS PIECE OF PAPER.. THE STAMP IS WHAT GIVES THAT VALUE.. BUT KNOWLEDGE TO US IS MORE VALUABLE.. YET DOES NOT COME CLOSE TO TIME AND WISDOM.. BUT THE MOST VALUE IS LOVE..
WE HOPE YOU HAVE SO MUCH FUN.. BUT ALSO A SAFE.. FESTIVE TIME.. ENJOY THE BITTER MOON BUT BEWARE.. HAHA.. THIS IS A POEM.. YOU KNOW WE LOVE THOSE.. AND SWEETS.. ESPECIALLY CHOCOLATE.. GODS BLESSINGS.. RJ KNIGHT
The Spider and the Fly by Mary Howitt Will you walk into my parlour?” said the Spider to the Fly, ‘Tis the prettiest little parlour that ever you did spy; The way into my parlour is up a winding stair, And I’ve a many curious things to show when you are there.” Oh no, no,” said the little Fly, “to ask me is in vain, For who goes up your winding stair can ne’er come down again.”
“I’m sure you must be weary, dear, with soaring up so high; Will you rest upon my little bed?” said the Spider to the Fly. “There are pretty curtains drawn around; the sheets are fine and thin, And if you like to rest awhile, I’ll snugly tuck you in!” Oh no, no,” said the little Fly, “for I’ve often heard it said, They never, never wake again, who sleep upon your bed!”
Said the cunning Spider to the Fly, ” Dear friend what can I do, To prove the warm affection I ‘ve always felt for you? I have within my pantry, good store of all that’s nice; I’m sure you’re very welcome — will you please to take a slice?” “Oh no, no,” said the little Fly, “kind Sir, that cannot be, I’ve heard what’s in your pantry, and I do not wish to see!”
“Sweet creature!” said the Spider, “you’re witty and you’re wise, How handsome are your gauzy wings, how brilliant are your eyes! I’ve a little looking-glass upon my parlour shelf, If you’ll step in one moment, dear, you shall behold yourself.” “I thank you, gentle sir,” she said, “for what you ‘re pleased to say, And bidding you good morning now, I’ll call another day.”
The Spider turned him round about, and went into his den, For well he knew the silly Fly would soon come back again: So he wove a subtle web, in a little corner sly, And set his table ready, to dine upon the Fly. Then he came out to his door again, and merrily did sing, “Come hither, hither, pretty Fly, with the pearl and silver wing; Your robes are green and purple — there’s a crest upon your head; Your eyes are like the diamond bright, but mine are dull as lead!”
Alas, alas! how very soon this silly little Fly, Hearing his wily, flattering words, came slowly flitting by; With buzzing wings she hung aloft, then near and nearer drew, Thinking only of her brilliant eyes, and green and purple hue — Thinking only of her crested head — poor foolish thing! At last, Up jumped the cunning Spider, and fiercely held her fast. He dragged her up his winding stair, into his dismal den, Within his little parlour — but she ne’er came out again!
And now dear little children, who may this story read, To idle, silly flattering words, I pray you ne’er give heed: Unto an evil counselor, close heart and ear and eye, And take a lesson from this tale, of the Spider and the Fly.
