And the millionaire, dilettante Yankees,
crashing and burning to the threat of us all,
of four hundred and thirty five districts,
yes, it's the Bronx up against the wall.

Poorest in the nation, what a hallmark of shame,
in pursuit of enriching a billionaire's game.
You tell me I'm stupid for giving away,
what you claim to need for a rainy day.
Yet look at where you go at night,
when sleep takes you into that flightless sight,
where you get to see on the day that you die,
forgetting the poor will make you fry.

Look at where you glide by the night,
flying into that frightful sight.

The dreams you hold are not the same,
as they were in the days when you knew to take blame.

As long as the problem is someone else,
so common throughout this entire realm,
you need make no change, beyond the rooms you arrange,
in advance of the trip we're all bound to take.

Hear the same voice that we all get to hear,
it's closer than you think, it's internal, my dear.
The hopes and the dreams that you once held so close,
are far-better arranged when you know where to go.

Look at what happens when you fly all alone,
with no one but a moron to help you along.
Right into the worst of walls,
lost and dazed in life's empty halls.
Know before you go, just where you wish to be,
stick with masters and champions, and their winning history.

Masters and Millionaires, Champions and Billionaires

Who, exactly, knows better than masters and millionaires and champions and billionaires?
How complicated does a simple power need to be for you to recognize you do not have to pay for it?
For every human activity there are masters and champions, millionaires and billionaires.
Identify one hundred of the top __________ in whatever field and initiate contacts.
Email, telephone, telegram, postal correspondence, maybe even a greeting card...
there must be some way you can contact each of these 100 top _________.
Acknowledge in a respectful way that they are among the very best,
that you wish to contribute as they do, when you grow up.
I was still doing it long past my thirtieth birthday,
there's no reason for any of us to stop at any age.
Masters, millionaires, champions, billionaires.
We can get caught at the mouth of the horse,
or at the wrong end of the horse, right?
Get caught at the right end of things .
Find some masters and millionaires.
Seek champions and billionaires.
Write and ask for their help.
You will be astonished!

Your actions speak more, and louder, too;
fulfill the promise we once thought of you.
Commit to the drama Life bought for you.

Gird your loins, gather your skirts,
there's work to do, it must not be shirked.
the silence calls out, the people are hungry,
the train's at the station, waiting for lumber.
The oil and the gas have gone by the wayside,
Life's not meant to be a free hayride. Workers unite!
Pick up your tools, there's work to be done,
the day has arrived where it touches each one.
To each their own task, beneath public mask,
with all that you've got, all a nation can ask.

Impregnably not, disdainfully hot,
each of you has your place.
The goal is no less than freedom defined,
please help save the human race.

Where money once ran down the hill as it should,
it now flows straight up by the will of but few.
Stand up and shout out your voice for us all,
let your name be recorded in Freedom Hall,
as a child who stood up for Mom and Dad,
or a parent who cared that their kids have been had.

Don't let this day pass in silence again,
as you've watch them get rich again and again.
They care not if you, or your children shall live,
to themselves goes the wealth to whom they give.
It's the bling and chah-ching that ring their bliss,
charity's coffers hardly lost in their midst

Now the sun and the trees do their job in the places
where gas and oil trailed their bloodiest traces
Your duty, your knowledge, your power,
create strength, the ultimate tower;
that which outlasts
the most boorish of souls,
like the arrogant Nazi,
that tourist in Rome.
This is your time,
This is your turn;
choose to live life,
or you can learn to burn.

WaveRings left and WaveRings right
does anyone know the WaveRings light?
WaveRings up and WaveRings down,
let's take a WaveRings with us on the town.
WaveRings and more, EyeCandy to the core,
your WaveRings exists to keep you seeking more.
You can teach with a slap, you can teach with a smile,
teaching with a WaveRings helps pass the while.

WingRaves and WaveRings, Rave-Wings and Wave-Rings,
all of these EyeCandy treats just for you,
Wing_Raves and RaveWings, and RingWaves,
are pathways to help your dreams come true.

You see Wing_Raves and RaveWings, and RingWaves,
and all that you see on this site,
are focused on changing our circumstance,
in a world so darkened by blight.

The greedy-not-needy, who sit at the top,
were taught how to eat, but not how to stop.
Reach through your WingRaves and WaveRings and more,
to find what the Mr-Shortcut Success Zen has in YOUR store.
Your store of shortcuts, within you and without,
will work as much as you do, of this there's no doubt.

WingRaves and WaveRings, Rave-Wings and Wave-Rings,
all of these EyeCandy treats just for you,
and if the search engines, should give a kiss,
more of us humans will surely live in bliss.

Welcome to the EyeCandy Capital of the World, your Mr-Shortcut Success Zen,
where the best of masters and millionaires transfers into the best within you.

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As you may have noticed, the Mr-Shortcut Success Zen is packed full of surprises.
If you haven't noticed by now, it may be that you've not waved your mouse around quite enough.
Prodding yourself to be curious again, as you once were, is a high-speed shortcut to excellence.
If your browser doesn't respond to mouseover commands, the content should suffice, hm?
It is still true that what we say is often even more important than what we say.
Thankfully, our individual actions are the loudest possible indicators of all.
Bells and whistles have, at the end of all the counting, little real value.
The Mr-Shortcut Success Zen is your living reminder of that value:
What we do speaks so loudly no words are necessary.