Demon Play

A generation of degenerates What’s happened to our people? Global crime, doing time, still we have the steeple. What percentage is the good, is evil in the lead, It seems that sorrow overtakes evils hasty speed. Yet, still the people are hanging on to whatever good there is, The bible states if we follow god, his words say we are his. We’re living in the days of doom, earthquakes rock our earth, Destroying what man has built, what meaning is our birth? Heartache, sickness, sorrow,  invites the demon to play, A thought that’s taught is to rid the rot, by making it go away. Fill the mind with positive kind, instead of no say yes, To what is good, yes you could, ask always God to Bless.

Achieving Past The Obstacles

To All Who Try To Achieve and Achieve! Strive to achieve first something that’s small To succeed creates a feeling of tall This will lead you to greater height Challenge obstacles it’s worth the fight Obstacles block and mar the way Don't be discouraged is to say Bear in mind to continue your path Strive to achieve, to quit creates wrath Quitting is to self- deny An obstacle you must ask why Obstacles can be knocked down Achieve something small to rid the frown Confidence will soar to heights as known Achieving shows that one has grown Depart not from your path assigned Don't let obstacles keep

If I Were to Marry

I'd place him on a pedestal because he'd be my King I've never accepted another for him I'd wear his ring Never would I fight with him but I'd listen to what he'd say most likely logic would play his part understanding comes my way There's no room for jealousy where trust and love grow free two hearts compatible to marry see darkness for what it be Secure hearts know the love within that strengthen and endures small annoyances are overcome with stimulating sexual lures The man I marry will be in love with the love I show to him surprise him with his favourite treat champagne with the lights turned dim light-headedness and naked bodies swaying to musical sounds wet lips hungrily taste the passion while roaming hands have no bounds Marriage is sharing and loving not deception, hatred or lies it's agreeing to disagree nicely and about honouring marriage ties It's a structured life-long endeavour familiar breeds contempt they say when disrespect rears its ugly head the love escapes away Better to be like the birds and flock off and free the love which has died for it will continue to haunt like a lie if you can't revive it when tried Love is to be a two-way street otherwise its less than love don't chase after rejection one-sided is only one dove I’d fill his heart with meaningful words, through his day his memory would carry True love never ever dies for the man if I were to marry

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Hang on, folks we're in for the ride of your life!

Where's my glasses?

Where’s my glasses?

I look under the couch cushions And every other place twice Where did I put my glasses, I sigh And continue to hunt again thrice A movie is on I want to see Oh, where could those darn things be I tire of looking in the same old place But, the last is where they’ll be The show is over and I’m still searching I begin to flush red in the face My nostrils are flaring and snorting Those glasses seem not in this place I start to point a finger I blame whoever I can This is beginning to irk me It’s like they had legs and ran I stopped searching for awhile Wondering thoughts raced my mind Maybe, I left them somewhere outside As I headed and moseyed on blind I know those glasses are around this house I rummage through garbage and junk I’m just about ready to scream and shout and now I smell like a skunk I hear a knock upon my door Today I don’t want company I need to find my glasses soon they are causing my agony I opened the door and there stood my friend He could see I was in a huff “Help me to find my focusing glasses” His cigarette he took a puff “Your glasses ay, then retract your steps” “But, I’ve searched and looked everywhere” “There’s one place you didn’t look my friend and they are sitting right there” “Right where?” I heard myself blurt out “Stop fooling and tell me instead” “Have you no clue, they’re right on you you’ll find them upon your head”

The Nakedness of Canada

Quality skills, moose kills, prairie dogs prancing, fun people dancing, barber shop trips, children skip, gamblers play Russian roulette, they die to play, play to die, while bunnies—perked up honeys entertain the bar scene, where others been, lively and full of mischievous behavior, horniness to savior, the bucking rodeo stampede Calgary’s succeed, while cops impede the drinking drivers of doom, no room for deliberate death of Beth, or John or Mary Sue, penalties due for such rue, fast pacing Toronto is pronto while BC is toking a province-wide smoking, the artists take pride in displays truly tried while Mari-timers are swigging and eating what’s fried, and Ontario is merry-o, enroute for astute, bird watchers on the ferry-o, much cheery-o, don’t you know, Alberta is booming while crime is dooming, pathetic partakers of drug related capers, while the Yukon is happening for people napping or sled dog racing and people chasing, while the people of Nunavat want absolutely none of it, while rapid Vancouver with tricky maneuver, and shops galore Olympic tour, world-wide pride like groom and bride, open doors winners soar, Gold medalists and the pedalists all successes, God blesses, and Quebec separatists, ideas rear, creating fears and jealous tears, and Canada is all combined multicultural you’ll find, rappers rap, shitters crap, tasers zap, clothes like gap, then the pap, beer on tap, the elderly nap, those who rap and those who yap and the lap dancers move to groove, while the followers are swallowers of sin and grin, Canadians are in, to music that rules the fools, the mules of the cools, same as tools in schools of instrumental endeavors to cherish forever, like hockey or gawky the mini-skirts of cocky, the eye in the sky sees con at dawn and dusk is gone, a new day arises with new surprises, while Joe cool wipes his drool while he speweth his fuel to those ears enraptured by mental midgetry, stinking the noses of the knowsy, while inbreds look like obvious freaks among the geeks.

And the original Foresta Gump stands up!

As the original Foresta Gump, I find it necessary from time to time to let others know this, to prevent confusion.  The other Foresta Gump is in the UK and uses capeonline Forum.   She pales in comparison in the intellect dept.   As the original I have my cake and eat it too!

The administration of the Forum in the Uk where the other Foresta Gump is, checked me out and verified I was the original, dates proved this.  I came out a year before she did.  I was out and known around the globe online already before she came out.

It is necessary as a professional writer to let my awesome readers know that Foresta Gump, Mensa Maniac are the two names I use.  Foresta Gump is my pen name and Mensa Maniac I use on Twitter.

I chose Foresta Gump in 2003 for www.theabsolute.net a genius forum in Australia where I've been a member since then. 

Here is my website www.foresta-gump.ca