Scrips of life

Sier Wicked Romancer's Persuasive Poetry

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Double scripts in life’s wicked flips three verbs, throwing nothing but reverb.
Twice the lyrical lines, avast steer clear of this lyrical pioneer with mystical lines & futuristic rhymes killing the physics of time.
My intellectual beauty its brilliance, resilience of this philosophical crazy mind with speeds in excess of a Maserati mind.
Only crazy is the vehicle of world’s transformation it’s life’s finicky essence of brilliant master’s of the mind’s..Live love with the sweat of fears, life’s wicked in so many way’s.

To the crazy mind’s of a crazed thinking way, crazy changed before crazy ever changed a crazy mind. Go for life of the amazing, choose what you want & be much more. Provocative model of a photograph, a clay sculpture of a lady in kind. Artist of provocative art’s mending an bending hour’s to love. Transducer of fear to fevers love’s virtues of unconditional greatest philosophy. To…

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Learnin’ ’bout ‘lectricity with Andy Tubbs

Power Plant Men

Originally posted January 18, 2013:

The day I became an electrician at the coal-fired power plant, I suddenly became an expert in electricity. I think it was on Tuesday, just one day after joining the electric shop that I was walking through the welding shop when someone stopped me and asked me how they would wire their living room with different light switches at different corners and make it work correctly. As if I had been an electrician for years. Luckily I was just finishing a house wiring course at the Indian Meridian Vo-Tech in Stillwater, Oklahoma and they had us figure out problems just like those.

Within the first week, George Alley brought a ceiling fan to the shop that he had picked up somewhere and was wondering if we could get it to work. My foreman Charles Foster thought it would be a good small project for me…

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Mâna iubirii

Denisa Aricescu

Mâna iubirii

Mâna iubirii era caldă
Când dragostea noastră
Punea sângele-n mişcare.

Mâna iubirii strângea suferinţele-n pumn,
Număra bucuriile pe degete
Şi purta fericirea ca brăţară.

Mâna iubirii stătea în buzunar
Când se temea să te-atingă.

Mâna iubirii amorţea sub soare,
Presărând bobocilor de trandafir, culoare.

Mâna iubirii fericea obrăjorii lui,
Reuşea să calmeze durerea
Şi s-o ascundă prin vene.

Mâna iubirii se zărea din mulţime,
Mâna iubirii eram noi.

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