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Details | Free verse | |

Oneness

Oneness
                   Authored by Chuck Keys

It had no color,
Lacking shape, size and dimension.
It wasn't moving or breathing.

There was neither aroma nor taste, not here or there.
Touching was useless because it wasn't physical.
It was indistinct and limitless.

Thinking multi-physically
Multi-sensually and multi-psychologically 
It wasn't here or there and it was.

With no distinction, 
It looked like everything else,
Or it could not have looked like everything else.

It never made me feel good nor bad,
Nor happy nor sad
Nor quite nor trite.

In our world of joy and destroy, we sort and distort,
Looking more on the surface and less on the inside,
Ready to judge and be judged from outside in.

The "oneness" of mankind stretches beyond definitions and limits,
From outside to inside and from inside to outside.
We are one distinct and alike world of "oneness."

Differences exist for differences, 
Therefore, differences don't exist.
Only "oneness" exists.

DEDICATION:
This poem is dedicated to Dr. Clayborne Carson and The Gandhi-King Community,
For Global Peace with Social Justice in a Sustainable Environment.  
www.gandhiking.ning.com


Details | Free verse | |

Interalphabetnet sex stew



Primose path leads to the slaughter of American
dream delete pause proficiency with internetty
webbegone after thoughts of yahoo googleyed 
interred intracacises that shed benign capsules of
 mom entary apple pie delquiences cooling 
the soul shopping for the next alias avenue of
pointless me procurement mauling an ongoing
onerous dildodate vis a vie meme.com/me in 
an engaging omnipresence of sextext no tact
spell ckeck chicshicshakplak no sense tic tac.
Talk? Walk? Balk? Chalk? Sue? Sulk? 
Dinosaur diligence posse with the senior
gestages gestulating, we r forevre 21 and ying yang 
dung. Yes, good f ing luck with that!! Look at your 
petridish parents and see what box u check to lid close
and abscond with the lost liberal leftovers. That
is you in reverse in a few carnal years after Hilter youth
children decide to screw us as the new 
generation which skewer post present parental postulates 
to the oldster outhouse outlets so u can be "youf" free. Little
do they notknow as they cumulatively co opulate 
that they set the stooge stage for no thanx ahole actions. 
The DOS does'nt fall from the Apple tree. Leave it, 
love it, learn it while ye may, the kid crisp cosmos of
offspring social dicktates are biting at your heartbeatbit 
empty elmo enterprises. Pause parenatal prenatal
preferences prepearing perinatal persons pretasking
postnatal practices, in which you have veno papa preparation.
Think before you For Unlawful Carnal Knowledge and Analyze
your ass-incarnate initiate. Borrow berofe u basterdize, 
condomize before u copu culminate, decide before
u dicktate, envision before u envy, fail before u foil, 
grasp before u germinate, halt before u hinder, 
illuminate before u illerate, jump before u jinx, 
kill before u keep, love before u lay, meaning before
moaning, neutralize before u now, obilerate before
u ooops! presence before predicament, quit before
quake, resilience before ridiculous, sanity before
sexusensuality, thinkth before u thumpth, utilize
before u unionize, victory before victimization, we 
before want, xx nor xy, zen before zeal. Pocket 
passion files fly in the face of ruined reason residules
to the point of pronounced perplextion plagued 
prominantly with no recall references to problematic 
protocals for near north normalicies in my buckeye
life measures of simpatico silly symbiosis sublime
of mini me monophile mucous made misdemeanor
milktoast memories. Pass go, collect $200.



Details | Free verse | |

Urgent Call for Love

 Urgent Call for Love

The evil axis has been burning
Who rules the land? It’s now very vague.
The second son must get out of old Al Sham
And meet the hungry jury in The Hague
The puppet is hanging by his last string
And the judgment day is sure to come
Forty thousand martyrs will be singing
As they join me in my urgent call for love.

The war machine is pregnant and is bloated.
Money births an icy, rigid son.
He grows up in the muck of all this madness,
It arms its addled brother with a gun.
In my world, war is not an option,
Let’s end the chaos with a silken glove
Murdered angels soar among the heavens
Please join me, in my urgent call for love.

I’d love to build a mass market dart board
With mug shots of the Senators and House
I’d load it on an App and shoot the darts off
With the quiet, perfect clicking of my mouse.
How can these servants bow before their master?
When Moses had already freed his tethered load?
Make them testify before the one judge
And answer to our urgent call for love

Some years ago a scholar lost his lectern
Because somebody stole my vote away
He spoke his truth in defense of climate
And was told let’s fix it later, not today
When the perfect storm came a calling
It blew our measured lives and hopes astray
 My Mother, here’s an olive branch and white dove
I surrender to the urgent call for love.

The pleading skies and rivers, they have warned us
Their voices rose to wail their tortured song
The veins of life, they have been all corrupted
And darkness has been blinding us in fog.
Insanity bathes in its make shift chambers
It soaks in a vile and filthy marble tub.
Please join in my call for our salvation,
I am humbled,   in my urgent call for love.

Brenda Atry 1/1/2013 copyright pending


Details | Etheree | |

MONEY AND APTITUDE

                Fortunately
That the sun set into ones life,
They set the still subsistingly fine.      When nothingness is all the. more reifying.  For a savoring tongues withal? To inure so as seemly unfortunately. 


Details | Rhyme | |

There Was A Time We Weren't Ashamed Of God


There was a time in America, when the Bible was taught in the schools. The ten commandments were displayed, as “God’s set of rules.” There was a time in America, where the cross could be displayed. Even in public places, people came together and prayed. There was a time in America, there was no “church and state” separation. As people all across this country asked God to help this nation. There was a time in America, where people knew right from wrong. You could see it in the way they lived, and could here it in their song. There was a time in America where one was proud to be a Christian. One could take stand for holiness, without coming under “suspicion.” There was a time in America, when mom and dad were together… Now, any kind of a commitment to marriage seems lost forever There was a time in America, where many were proud of “tradition.” There seems to be a lack of any kind of “spiritual nutrition.” There was a time in America, where so many could proudly say; “I’m going to read the bible and go to church on Sunday.” This is the time for America, to wake up and try to understand. We need to seek God right now! All over this land! This is the time for America, to listen and begin to hear… The coming of our Lord is drawing ever so near! NOW is the time to seek the Lord, while he may be found! The word of God needs to be read in every city and town! Won’t you too seek God and listen to his voice today? Simply give him your heart and life… This could be YOUR day! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Free verse | |

Who am I

In the mirror on Vishu morning I see an Indian woman
Whose Brooklyn tongue can't form Hindu prayers.
Can I bleach my skin to match my voice?
Can I scrape my tongue to match my face?
I've resigned myself to my fate--
Forever asking the sky
"Njan aara?"
In a language my children will never recognize,
In an accent my grandparents will never understand.
I am what my parents feared I may become;
A child whose soul has turned Westward;
A woman whose only memories of Diwali are the flickering lights.


Details | Rhyme | |

calling all people

The day has come, alas the time is at hand
For all people on earth, in all of the lands
To fight the demon of man, usury and greed
Cyberspace is our garden for planting the seed

We can grow this seed, to unite all the lands
With a new found hope, we can take a stand
Those who enslave us and care not for our health
Pit man against man, while counting their wealth

Their faith is in money, metals and riches of earth
Creating banks and systems, to hide what their worth
The plan has been the same, since Jesus walked the earth
Through war after war, people still wait for his rebirth

Corporate losses are shown in red ink on a page
Ours, in rivers of blood, from the wars that they wage
With an insatiable thirst they raped and soiled the earth
They tell us "Our countries are failing", because of our girth

Its time we lift their concealment, uncover the ground
Making them liable, to the same laws that we're bound
It's not a quick cure, for problems man faces on earth
It's beginning a path, to find health, hope and mirth


Details | Haiku | |

with their eyes wide open

only foolish men
let their nation plummet, with
their eyes wide open


Details | Carpe Diem | |

Why Vote?

why are our tax dollars being spent on crippled
and paralyzed drug hoods?
why are we supporting teenage girl having babies 
and not trying to do any good?
how Is It possible for foreigners 
to get supplemental security income?
and where Is all the money supposedly coming from?

yet, when we the American citizens 
who have worked and struggled all our lives 
attempt to get any assistance from the government 
we only get a lot of bull and some jive
what in the world could the politicians 
have been thinking about?
when we have families right here in America
having to do without
Is It political policy 
over social responsibility?

the American Government aspires
to be the world's police force
by deploying our young men and women into war zones
without any recourse
but who Is to blame for making all these
life altering decisions?
It's not those who don't vote
for they have no voice nor position

now Is the time for all Americans
to step up to the plate
make your voice and choice be known
before It's too late
we need to stop this madness 
and unnecessary spending
call the politicians on to the carpet
and bring about some ending
Is It political corruption 
versus social reconstruction?

so just get out and vote
and make your choice be known
put who you want in positions of power
with ideals like your own
It's time to take a stance 
and get back our power
be more socially and politically conscious
at the voting hour
 





Details | Lyric | |

Mirror with a Gun

Cast attention on the dreams we have caught
They’re nothing of our own
Filtering our hearts right through the dark
Until we give in to the unknown

Casting lights upon the pointless death
In the wars that we’ve become
It’s so sad to see what will really die
The part we kill because we run

Cast attention on the lies we create
Manifesting every fear
Will these walls protect me from the pain?
Will the static drive the tears?

Casting lights upon the obvious truth
That we can’t remember love
Because every notion that we think is right
Was not handed from above

Cast our questions into timeless stone
It’s time to walk away
Step again into the lonely dark
It’s time to feed the pain

Casting spells that only weave an end
This is what we’ve become
Friendly faces that will kill again
We’re just a mirror with a gun


Details | Free verse | |

Generic Minds

generic minds listen to generic music
have generic thoughts that are unknowingly abusive
watch generic things talk about generic things
gee this generic *****is spreading like a disease
better get your flu shot 
thats what they said to me
a suicidal vaccine 
a subliminal killing spree
its contagious and the outrageous
thing about it is that the people are blind in an eye
that they didn't even know they had
it's sickening to watch these clueless civilians 
inside the looking glass
with nightmares of being free
without a key to their mind
for it is trapped in the frequency
in the illusion of time
bathed in our universe
killing all that refuse to see
those that admit to hypocracy
or see the message in hip hop
how cant you see
the message in the lyrics that
bring adolescents to their knees
from bullet wounds conflicting their flesh
contradicting that they're the best
but the songs keep telling them that they dont need no rest
that they dont wanna go home
that they should ride alone
with the gat as their only companion
and so the only path they choose is the one that they're told
until they grow old and hope turns to a window pane
inside a window pane, until all they feel is pain
they realize that the music itself is ashamed
so whats to look up to
when you cant even speak when you cant even walk because you look so bleak
your eyes are sunken from the tv you're infested with the dee zees
now its too late to turn around and live for your conscious
so when youre screaming oh please
close your eyes and bring your mind to life
open your eyes for the first time
and never wonder why
since the answer this entire time
has been inside
and you better find it before you die
you dont want your soul to be in a pool with all the others
a buncha brothers missing their mothers
but only seeing strangers
only feeling the haters
wishing they would have used their minds when they had them
and now its too late,
now it's time for another new born fate to grab them


Details | Free verse | |

The Color Missing

The Color Missing
Red, black, and blue are the colors of our work pens. Red is the color of the blood we spill on other people’s mistakes.  Blue is the color of the songs we sing on tax forms or pay stubs- every page has a secret melody. Black is the color of the streets we fear most. Black is the color of our signature of approval. Black is the color of our death.

‘But what about the Green pens?’ I ask. They say ‘the ink is too hard to see.’


Details | Couplet | |

Living the Dream

My nightmare is so tangible...so vividly I dream,
The dream, it feels so true to me...reality it seems.

Exhaust and smoke are all I breathe...the air is full of smog...
The job I do is thankless toil, but I work it like a dog.

There's mercury in the fish I eat...there're toxins in my food...
And drugs, they are a constant scourge...myriads for every mood.

Bipolar is my government...a house divided 'tis...
And corporations drive both sides...in the pockets of "Big Biz".

The icecaps, they are melting...the sea is rising, too.
Pandas, condors, polar bears -- empty cages at the zoo.

My money ne'er seems quite enough...I'm always out of cash...
My freedom fled when I wed my bride...(live I under the lash).

"Entertainment"? Reality TV...maybe some vampire shows...
Or idjits becoming household names for being beachfront "ho's".

People clamor "climate change" from the seats of S.U.V.'s,
And bitter news on the honey front...what's killing all the bees?

Politicians spending more...we go deeper in the red.
Opinions dressed as "news" abound...is journalism dead?

Cell phones are ubiquitous...conversation's endangered now...
And "Kardashians" are famous girls..but who knows why or how?

How strange my twisted psyche is t'make real what must be fake...
Now'f only I could find some way to get myself to wake.


Written on November 27th, 2012
By Daniel Beus (Rebel Sun)


Details | Haiku | |

The Internet: Return

A void of Facebook
Creativity dies here...
Procrastination!


Details | Rhyme | |

What Is This Church All About

What Is This Church All About?

Is this church meant for people like me?
Is this where God really wants me to be?

They claim to be filled with God’s spirit.
When it comes to HIS truth...  Can they give it?

I’m sure there’s many who come and attend
It’s more than “church on Sunday,” that we must spend!

We must reach out to the lost and the oppressed!
After all, Christ gave us his very best!

May we all preach the gospel and God’s holiness!
And strive to seek his awesome righteousness!

Living for Jesus must be a daily walk and experience!
Not simply based on our “ambitious self appearance.”

God isn’t interested in a denomination or a title…
He wants to know…  Do we really believe the Bible?

He’s not interested in the money put in the offering plate.
He wants to know; “Are you ready
 to enter heaven’s gate?”

May we strive to serve Jesus with a zeal and passion!
And be filled with his holiness and compassion!

May we serve Jesus from a heart of humbled confession!
And making our commitment to him,
 our #1 possession!

“Unless the Lord builds the house.”  
They labor in vain that build it!
Let’s seek the power of God! 
May his presence completely fill it!!

By Jim Pemberton    


Details | Lyric | |

Solipsist

Let the Deicide commence.

You're a voyeur at best!
Your vampiric heart is beating out of your chest!
And you have slayed the ones whom would love you for anything less
Ready to consume the final fragments of innocence,
And for you there is no forgiveness,
On your knees pleading, screaming to a tyrant in the skies;
The father of lies.

I will never be enslaved in your superiority
The people agree: jaded of your false dichotomies.
Know: I will be whomever nature intends to be
Apollo and I will share our dreams,
and you will be forced to see
your failure!

I know who you are...
Readily the first to present your scars
Chained by some despot or mental czar
An emotional homunculus in your mind, behind bars
Reluctant to escape - even when proven fake
Your demented mind - depths no one will penetrate!
 
...And you see me suffering
Not caring of any casualties
Just as long you recieve your safeguard of sympathy
So very wary of the masses and their Anarchy; Liberious ways

Solipsist - Is there no one you can see?
Even if she was presented burning?
Solipsist - Is there no one you can believe?
Even if Sophia was screaming?
Solipsist - Know you have killed and abused me
Imprisoned in your own  personal reality 




Details | Rhyme | |

I Went to Church Last Sunday

I Went to Church Last Sunday… I went to church last Sunday, and heard a lesson… I felt like I was almost in a “delicatessen.” A “menu” was served, with a “meal” given. And a “pep talk’” on “how good we’re livin’! We were asked to shake a hand, “and meet a friend.” “But don’t say anything that may offend!” Our comfort was sought after, with “love” in mind! We were taught to be “considerate and kind!” We sang a few songs, and raised a few hands… And got up and down, all through the stands! A pastor spoke a message, he wanted to be taught. A “feel good” message is what he sought! How many “feel good” messages do we need? In what direction does this church want to lead? Is it one that doesn’t have a fear of God, from within? Is this a place where one can find freedom from sin??? We need more than a Sunday lesson, to change this nation! We need God’s power! With Holy Ghost conviction! We need pastors that are on fire, with a passion and zeal! And the believe that Christ’ coming is very real! May there be a new focus, of Christ’ death on the cross! And much more emphasis on reaching the lost! Going to church On Sunday, doesn’t mean a thing… If living 100 percent for Jesus, doesn’t mean anything! May your church on Sunday be stirred from above! And be filled with God’s power, his holiness and love!!! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Rhyme | |

God's Purpose of the Rainbow


There’s many people who claim they’ve nothing to “hide!”
They tend to use the rainbow
 as a source of their “pride.”

But if you read in the book of Genesis, it is revealing.
God’s purpose of the rainbow had a different meaning!

The rainbow was there when much
 of mankind disappeared!
There was a promise of God that was so very clear.

He promised to never again destroy man with a flood.
This was his promise...  An extension of his love!

It was never intended as his approval for perversion!
Mankind still needs a Jesus filled holy conversion!

The colors of the rainbow can’t wash away sin’s dark stain!
This can only happen by the
 power of Jesus’ name!

The colors are beautiful…  But man’s heart is filled with deceit!
Without the soul cleansing power of Jesus… 
 We’re never complete!

No court decision can give the freedom that many desire!
Only the power of the cross can
 change you this very hour!

The only way to find equality with God, is through the cross!
Without his words of truth…
We are forever LOST!

Look past the colors of the rainbow!  Seek the power of the blood!
Then you too, can be changed from
 God’s power from above!

By Jim Pemberton   


Details | Blank verse | |

The Eye

The eye,a sign the 
unwise can't comprehend
  Forged from the world's 
origin,an 
illumination in darkened 
minds,for the 
enlightened ones like 
Leonardo da Vinci,Isaac 
Newton,John Milton....etc.
   The eye is a tree 
with many branches like 
Priory of Scion,Knight 
templars,I.O.G.T,United 
Nations,Masonic 
Lodge,Music industry, 
Politics,global economy, 
etc 
stretching beyond 
human imaginations-felt 
in all corners of earth.
  The world is clothed 
through wisdom from 
above.
   The eye,all seeing 
sign,an invincible 
emblem of power and 
riches to the lion hearted 
and loyal souls.
A seat of influence and 
fame.
  Creating the social order 
through men of power....
  Some see it as a 
curse,others a blessing.
  I feel it,the great eye is 
everywhere watching 
you!


Details | Concrete | |

The Game Change

Two strong competitors fighting for the crown
So many promises,  Where can we go wrong

What did our bible?
Said about speaking in tongues

Someone must lose in order
 For the other one to win

That is what known at the game change.
Knowingly, nothing would ever be the same again

How many competitors from the past fulfill their promises?
Fools us once, shame on you, fool us twice,
 
We just have to say Oh! Jesus Christ.”

We listen and watch all those tricks and trades
With ponderings thoughts we said “who said what?
 Can they really step up to the plate and deliver

 Are we willing to put our country in the hand of the wealthy?
 Who never knew the meaning being dirt poor?
Should we say, no more, no more?

Show us the beef, and we shall show you where our loyalty lies
Because man is his own authority
 So he uses his brilliant educational philosophy so creative 
he wink and said ” I get back to you on the real issues”
You law abiding fools

Satan is a liar, and so is man.
White, lies, black lie and grey lies
Everybody lied at some point in their life
why stop now? 







Details | Rhyme | |

It Never Really Mattered

I look back to the sixties, standing for a cause
Change society, from the world remove the flaws
How the seeds of discontent were scattered
We walked with a purpose, make a statement for the land
An urge to change the world, a time to make a stand
With the apathy today, I guess it never really mattered 
We've lost our sense of urgency, our drive has gone away
Democracy is dying as we approach our darkest day
Has liberty been murdered, have our dreams all been shattered
We can rise above the garbage that has been thrown in our face
We can stand together to make the world a better place
If we accept social injustice, then it never really mattered
We see the times are changing not for better but for worse
Dissension becomes the blessing,  patriotism becomes the curse
Our constitution has been raped and left all bruised and battered
Do we hang onto our standards with our backs against the wall
Do we bow our heads like puppets as we watch our country fall
Then for all our souls who died for freedom, it never really mattered.
I will stand for liberty and justice. I will die for freedom's sake
I will stay a patriot though the earth beneath me shake
I will salute our flag though she be torn and tattered
If we allow the powers to destroy our democratic dream
If we let them undo the constitution that once was held in high esteem
Then our liberty is over and it never really mattered.


Details | Rhyme | |

We Need God Back Into Our Schools

We Need God Back Into Our Schools!

There are some trying to remove God from this nation!
They do is under; “a church and state separation.”

For many years,  God was taught in our schools!
Until the Supreme Court took it away, with it’s rules!

As so many young people look to fill life’s “void.”
They try many things that they think they’ll enjoy!

Rather than having God’s word to obey and live by.
They choose the kind of life that they will die by!

Drugs, sex and violence of many perverted kinds.
Are what is now filling so many young people’s minds!

Read the headlines!  Many young people are stressed out!
Yet our government can’t seem to figure it out!

Another shooting…  Another act of violence appears!
While any kind of answer seems to have disappeared!

The answer is not more money to solve their problem!
No matter how much the government tries to solve them!

Let me give you answer.  It’s called “read the Bible 101!”
It’s time to repent to God the father, the spirit and the son!

Our young people need God brought back into their life!
And allow him to heal their brokenness and strife!

Jesus Christ is the solution for which many are asking!
Only he can give anyone a life that’s everlasting!

Please come Lord Jesus!  And heal the wounded hearts!
It’s everyone one of us, that it needs to start!

No court or school can separate God’s love for you and me!
Where will you spend your eternity?

By Jim Pemberton   10/24/13


Details | I do not know? | |

I Don't Care

I Don't Care...


I don't care,
if you're battered black and blue,

I don't care,
just as long as I can drink and screw.



I don't care,
if you've lost your damn job,

I don't care,
you're just a kernel off the cob.



I don't care,
when I see you begging in the street,

I don't care,
I get to suckle on capitalism's raw teat.



I don't care,
about the elderly, the poor, or the weak,

I don't care,
if the earth will be inherited by the meek.



I don't care,
if the climate is warming, I'm so much cooler,

I don't care,
in my penthouse I'm the boss, the only ruler.



I don't care,
for those rolling for scraps in the muck,

I don't care,

I really don't care, cos' I don't give a f**k



inspired by Bob Geldof's "The Great Song of Indifference"


Details | Rhyme | |

Our Country's Soul Is Being Torn Apart


Our Country’s Soul Is Being “Torn Apart”

The very soul of America is being “torn apart.”
It’s a problem that’s striking at our very heart.

There’s a “blowing wind.”  A “time for change.”
As the country’s moral fabric is being “rearranged.”

As many question what the true meaning of life is for…
Many don’t seem to know what’s wrong or right anymore!

As so much pornography is allowed into our homes…
The moral decay is “eating” right at “the bones.”

Many have a hard time “defining what marriage is.”
So many are really “messed up” in how they live!

The news seems to be “fascinated” by man’s depravity…
Leaving a huge vacuum of a monstrous “moral cavity.”

Many who attend church want what’s
 “soothing to their ears.”
A God of holiness and righteousness
 is what they “fear!”

As we look around as to what our society is becoming…
God’s judgement is soon!  It is surely coming!

We must come back and leave all of our “false idols!”
We must come back to the God of the Bible!

Jesus must be our cord of love the forever binds!
It’s only in him can we find true love for our minds!

It’s only in Jesus that we can find a purpose and meaning!
It’s only in him that we need to put our
 trust and start believing!

He is and always will be the right choice to be taken…
Without him, our country’s is “doomed and forsaken.”

He brings healing and righteousness
“beneath his wings…
He is what we truly need!  
He is our EVERYTHING!

By Jim Pemberton


Details | Couplet | |

The Library Man

How often do you visit the Library? And what do you see?
I see oceans and seas of books plus a homeless man doing zzz’s..
He’d apparently been reading before, he fell deep asleep.
He can stay there, they say, as long as he doesn’t lie down to sleep.
Sitting up is OK and of course, as long as he doesn’t create a scene.

He’s kind and gracious and a little strange but can debate any role
When he walked over, we had a talk about the devil verses mind control.
Without asking, what he really wanted was someone to buy him lunch.
There’s a McDonalds two doors down from where we were bunched.
I don’t know what I expected when he woke up and looked around.

But when I asked if he was homeless he wasn’t fazed at all.
Yes, I have been for a while, he said, but my boat will soon come in.
And I realized the library is a warm, safe place to relax and to be.
And the librarians seem content to just let him be.
In the end, I was sorry I couldn’t buy him that lunch.

But recently, my abilities to do so had become a little stretched.
I used to buy the books I read… now the library is more my taste.
I just hope if it comes to that… he’ll graciously share this place.
The library even has computers from where you could write.
And the people there are varied and really rather kind.

I’m on the edge but whole family’s once prosperous are already there.
Cheap hotel rooms in even cheaper hotels, once skirted are full.
The jobs don’t pay for anything more. They are: Bitter, Disgruntled, Lost.
Needed are better and more jobs to re-establish the American Dream.
To give them some hope so they can go back there again…
And don’t just act toward them… like they’re your library man…
Give them back their American Dream as best you can.

Voice of Reason Contest


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Pride and Honor

We fight for our lives,
We fight for our freedom.
We live for pride,
We live for honor.
What is our lives without freedom?
Some think it is not worth living if one cannot obtain freedom. 
Others would disagree and praise the hand that feeds them,
Even if that which they praise is a monster.... just to live and breath... 
Squeeze out of life all they can... no use of pride or honor.
For what is pride and honor really worth? Death?
I would think not, for life is more powerful the death.
But why choose life if pride has vanished and honor ceases to exist?
Ones reason for pride has changed over the years.
Once it was that of a good man with a pure soul who could be proud and deserved honor, 
But now... now... it is beauty and wealth that lead us to have pride in ourselves...
So shallow, no depth...
Surface looks, when did they overrule the pure complete honesty we should all live by?
But we are lost... what is the way back? Is there a way back?
Do we even care enough to look for a way back?
Or better yet, if we did look and find a way back what would we find?
Perhaps we would discover that the meaning of pride and honor has been forever corupt,
And the only way out is to turn and look forward... for we cannot change the past, 
We can learn from and use our knowledge of it to help mold that which is to be our future.
A future of continuing freedom.
A pathway to Peace.


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Man's Corruption God's Redemption

Man's Corruption...  God's Redemption!

The Bible speaks of man's sin and corruption.
That's why God has offered us, his redemption!

The heart is desperately wicked above all things.
There's an evil corruption that sin brings!

The Lord searches our heart and tests our ways.
He watches our lives, all of our days!

There's nothing good in ourselves.
Not now, or ever!
Without God's mercy...
We're doomed forever!

But, through Christ, there's a way and a plan!
He made this available to every woman and man!

His gift of salvation is a message of love, made clear!
The coming of Jesus Christ,
 draws ever so near!

We can trade our sinful corruption, 
for a new way of living!
Won't you come before the Lord,
with a heart of giving?

Giving our life to Jesus,
 is the best thing to do!
By his power and grace, you can be
made BRAND NEW!

I'm thankful for his salvation! 
 Mercy has been applied!
Because of Christ' death on the cross…
I'm now sanctified!

By Jim Pemberton   


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The Check is in the Mail

The Check is in the Mail
		                            Authored by Chuck Keys	

At the beginning there was no rain,
Only the thundering noise and bright bolts of lightning.
The trees and bushes trembled with the cold winds 
Pouring sheets of rain soon followed.
The stones and the ground cover cringed, 
Everything echoed and shook from the hard driving forces present.
There was no place to run or hide.  God
Was making his statement.
There will be no peace tonight,
Everything is in play.

Someone is in pain, searing aching ever increasing pain, 
Like the agony of a toothache, thumping, pulsing, thud, thud, thud 
Louder and more intense with each breadth 
The body and spirit is consumed, tightly wrapped up, 
Absorbed in the discomfort of now.
And it's not going away on its own.
There will be no peace tonight,
Everything is in play.

He was stolen, placed in chains,
400 years ago, 
Brow beaten from the beginning, in and out 
Never allowed to be his own, 
Not like whites, he was property, owned and operated 
But different non-white, (why are we still talking of color?) 
Yet beings we all are.
There will be no peace tonight,
Everything is in play.

We cry for what was taken but can never be returned 
Not wanting to be raised above or over, 
Wanting not a victory, but delivered equality.
Through love and nonviolence Martin and they forged ahead,
No more waiting for the check in the mail, 
But expecting the expected.
There will be no peace tonight,
Everything is in play.

The storm is here and now.  
A debt of honor is due, 
With the passing of time, where is restitution?
We accept love, education, pride and joy, 
We can't accept the hatred of crime, violence, 
The lack of housing and work, 
Pain never fades on its own.
It needs attention.
God’s values our values,
The one constant, never becomes vague.
Without compromise. Without compromise.
There will be no peace tonight,
Everything is in play.

The storm continues with its blinding rage, 
Waiting for an answer, not patiently, but expectantly, 
There will be no peace tonight in their lives as in our hearts,
Everything is in play.


Details | I do not know? | |

The Women



The Women



(for the countless women, names unknown, who bore the brunt of Apartheid, and who fought the racist system at great cost to themselves and their families, and for my mother, Zubeida Moolla)



Pregnant, your husband on the run,
your daughter, a child, a few years old,

they hauled you in, these brutish men,
into the bowels of Apartheid's racist hell.



They wanted information, you gave them nothing,
these savage men, who skin happened to be lighter,

and white was right in South Africa back then,

but, you did not cower, you stood resolute,

you, my mother, faced them down, their power,
their 'racial superiority', their taunts, their threats.



You, my mother, would not, could not break,

You stood firm, you stood tall.

You, like the countless mothers did not break, did not fall.



You told me many things, of the pains, the struggles,

the scraping for scraps, the desolation of separation
from your beloved Tasneem and your beloved Azad,

my elder sister and brother, whom I could not grow
up with, your beloved children separated by time, by place,

by monstrous Apartheid, by brutish men,
whose skin just happened to be lighter.



You told me many things, as I grew older,
of the years in exile, of the winters that grew ever colder.

You were a fighter, for a just cause,
like countless other South African women,

you sacrificed much, you suffered the pangs,
of memories that cut into your bone, your marrow,

you resisted a system, an ideology, brutal and callous and narrow.



Yes, you lived to see freedom arrive, yet you suffered still,
a family torn apart, and struggling to rebuild a life,

all the while, nursing a void, that nothing could ever fill.



I salute you, mother, as I salute the nameless mothers,

the countless sisters, daughters, women of this land,
who fought, sacrificing it all for taking a moral stand.



I salute you, my mother, and though you have passed,
your body interred in your beloved South African soil,

you shall remain, within me, an ever-present reminder,

of the cost of freedom, the struggles, the hunger, the toil.


I salute you!



(for the brave women of South Africa, of all colours,
who fought against racial discrimination and Apartheid)






Details | Rhyme | |

Why Do We Preach Tolerance and Love


Tolerance and love is preached…  But,  at what price?
Too often we forget about Jesus’ sacrifice!

His death was because our sin counted against us.
He died on the cross because he truly loves us!

How dare we “cheapen” his work on the cross!
In today’s “political correctness..”  We have lost!

In the love and acceptance, we call it “inclusion.”
This has led many into a serious “confusion.”

Many want the loving side of God.  I can’t blame them!
But those who seek his holiness…  
Can you name them?

God is a God of love.  But he requires holy living too!
This is not a request but a command 
me and you!

If it’s tolerance and love you want…  Look no more!
You’ll be able to find it washed up on sin’s shore!

The people of Israel wanted “free love.” 
 Look what it got them!
Being slaves and captives, is what
 it taught them!

God is a loving God but is also as a consuming fire!
Living a righteous life is what he really desires!

“Without holiness…  No man shall see him.”
That’s why he sent Jesus, to the world beneath him!

Won’t you allow your sins to be totally forgiven?
Only Jesus can change the way
 you’ve been livin’!

He gives eternal life to those who
 diligently seek him!
The choice is yours to repent and receive him!

By Jim Pemberton    


Details | Haiku | |

Haikus About God: V

Omniscient guy
Yet he lets bad things happen
How can he exist?


Details | Narrative | |

He's Back

Richard Nixon is not dead, as we had all been told.
He’s grown a few inches and now has a good tan;
and again resides in his old abode at 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue.
He’s the same old Tricky Dick we all despised with a passion,
he still doesn’t care about anything or anyone but himself.
The whole world is going to hell fast and furious,
and many are those who are searching,
but he is nowhere to be found.
Where is the great one you may ask?
He’s in Washington D. C. trying to accomplish
what he says is his most important task.
What task might that be you may ask?
He’s in the oval office, running around in circles, 
trying to kiss his own damn ass.


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Political Downfall

political position penetrates purity
anger and aggression accommodate mirroring
of awful austerity allocated each time 
we fall victim helpless to our weak mind
the peoples pressure piles upward
racing towards restoration as the dusk burns
aggravating what was once blue and serene
live this fight in life view the feud in a dream
function funding fatalities the newest regime
are sly scoundrels salivating so few in between
that save a soul sacrificing personal gain
pedantic petty priorities just turn into pain


Details | Free verse | |

Draconian II

[The Puppeteer]
The storm I see you in
Caught in the race of Caïn
Held by the arms you cannot see--the conducter of Ennui 
-No stronger than the void you hold within-
It began with a hope, an obsession
Casted into, slavery of repugnant possessions 
Granted by, the Avaricious Lords, the ones we serve for
-They Told Us to pray, hope, away from despair, the despair caused by their immaculate Hands
Malice, envy, greed, was granted to me, The Feudal Dream, we want to be Them, just like him
-just how he solaces us, ambivalent hope, engendering knives to my throat 

[The Fall]
In this Valley of morning and weeping
Love lies bleeding, in desperate fear
With their talons, the hunt to rip out thy heart 
As each velvet petal falls apart
Her body chained in their bile and lies, covered with their red-spy
-sent just to check if our souls are in line, do not defy 
Her blood velvet and pure, drips away with innocence of the amber guardian 
The soil of plagues, beggars, and graves
Is know her home, the coven of solace
Though the seed has died--resurrection Is near passing through death's fear
One stronger than you--and thy funeral skies
She is alive--anew
But the vapors still remain
The Apocalypse is here, do we fear?
Just for the death of our sins
Elysia never Seemed so far away

[Our Damnation]
Solitary ruins, Fulfill their visions
We strayed far from the depths within 
We all lingered to his solace--lies
-you make the sign everyday, but lack toknow the name
We are just the toys, he pulls all of the strings
We are nothing in this burning world
of Decadence, and Failed Semblance

[Draconian] 
Draconian--Reach for the shadows within
Draconian--Break from the Fallen's son
Draconian--Their empirical lies, only die
Draconian--Reach the shadows within


Details | Epic | |

A Legend to Recall

Wagari Maathai,
Boldness,eagerness,harmless
Was for a benefit,
Through melancholy,
You paved in,
To nail down the,
Green glamor.

You turned into waterworks,
When the cut down
Was on process.
Jubilant than ever
when germination flourished.

Likes tots
You looked after,
To see none but their growth,
The nourishment you fought for,
Regardless of the circumstances.

Down to your end,
Still showed your solicitude
that the woes came directly from your heart.
Weeps, for our well being,
wails, to ensure we received raindrops.
Confidently you battled,
To ensure no dry day approached.

Your deeds reached accross generation,
A total mother of nature,
A legend never to be forgotten.
We will live to remember
Your wonderful work.ag


Details | Free verse | |

What Happened To Our Once Great Country?

I hear your pleas...
Amen Brothers and Sisters!
I mean we don't want anything more
than a society which we can respect... 
lotteries... crooked politicians... 
debt to foreign nations
who consider us an enemy... 
it's just getting to be a bit much. 
Sure we have had to do much
to become a more perfect nation... 
but we used to try... 
now its open season
on everyone in the name of fairness
while they twist and turn
the blade of corruption
in our gut. 
...Now its just wistful poetry...


Details | Haiku | |

Haikus About God: III

Beauty of nature
Why condense it down to God?
Isn’t life enough?


Details | Rhyme royal | |

" Bahama Nation"

A nation of peace,a nation of pride
A nation that's spread far and wide.
A nation of hope,a nation of joy,
Thats free for all, man,women ,girl and boy.

A nation to give,a nation to take
A nation filled with reggae,socca,calypso and rake and scrape.
A nation of colors; black,gold,aqua....sometimes called blue
can be seen everywhere above land and under sea too.

A nation of democracy and old english style,but things  sure have changed if you
look up our file.
From outside rock stoves,to TV,radio,computers and wi-fi connectivity.........
I'd say that a long way from July 10 1973.

An nation filled with hospitality,love and history,
Arawaks,Caribs and American Indians are the basis of our nationality.
A nation where Tourism is number one, because of the Bounty of sand sea and sun.

Yes,a nation of Youth,sports ,culture,uniqueness and island fashion trends,
Like native Androsia our own local blend......and straw work and junkanoo,the list has no end.
This nation of beauty,splendor and self defense ;yes its celebarting its own INDEPENDENCE.


Details | Personification | |

THE HYPOCRITICAL CORE






        ********

Is a double standard
  Sense of Judgment
         --------
           The...
Hippocratic Core say's:
         I will also get
       An attitude if
   You mention it!....

            Poet Author
            Gary Fields


Details | Haiku | |

Haikus About God: VI

The body: sacred
We’re all made in God’s image
Hence... circumcision?


Details | Haiku | |

Haikus About God: IV

God made all people
But some better than others?
Stop being silly.


Details | Free verse | |

Jobless

You are now an outsider
No longer part of the mechanism
Not needed, surplus to requirement, redundant
Your mind slowly blunting at the bottom of the bottom drawer of life

The eyes of others betray derision and contempt
Fearful of catching your disease
Keeping a distance, loathing your weakness and inability
A moment of pseudo sympathy and they’re gone, you’re of no further use to them   

Every rejection is an undeniable confirmation of your failure
Affirmation is everywhere; you just never saw it before now
Self-confidence, ground down with every counter-opinion to yours
Your worth is worthless and your prospects worth less than that

Pride declines charity yet you wish they’d persist
Dismissal and a cynical laugh is your antidote to their wise advice
Don’t you think I have thought of that? Or tried this? You say
Embarrassment at your own ineptitude has become hostility

Your child's face is a gallery of unconscious naivety
You draw her in close, a surrogate for decent food and warmth
Inwardly you cry for her and, perhaps, more for you at your inability to provide
You’re not sure how or when it will end but certainly...it will end

Slowly, yet quite perceptibly, you have become the person you once scorned
You now comprehend the reason for their shabby appearance 
You realise that hesitance isn’t stupidity but a fear of making a wrong impression
You can now walk a mile in another man’s shoes…until they wear out


Details | I do not know? | |

Tomorrow is Ours



Tomorrow is Ours.


Suffocating beneath the weight of historical fear,
asphyxiated by the legacy of traumatised yesteryear,

the festering wounds of enslavement still remain,
juggling euphemisms in a crisp sound-bitten refrain,

spewing out neo-liberal economic charades,
doling out charity in strips of plastic band-aids,

but,

tomorrow shall be ours,

casting away subservient mind-sets that shackle,
no longer the weakened prey of the insatiable jackal,

tomorrow shall be ours,

we shall reclaim our plundered mindspaces,
we shall shed our chains, leaving behind the traces,

of past injustice, of the hurt and pain of our ancestors' sorrows,

we are here, now, alive with hope,


we shall rightfully claim our own tomorrows.





Details | Free verse | |

Laughter is Indeed the Best Medicine On Hand

A day’s of hard work,
and serious issues to handle,
though some hiccups may arise,
in order to erase these hiccups,
we need to have some fun,
and laughter is only the best medicine,
to cure on these hiccups hands on,
for this, 
we may not travel afar,
just take a look at Indian politics,
quite laughable as it is,
wherein a number of issues,
had come to the forefront,
mostly related to the cap on cylinders,
and the FDI in retail,
wherein a number of politicians,
cast a number of political ambitions,
of becoming the National leader of our Motherland,
but have no concern for the citizens,
living in here,
wherein the bridge between the poor and the rich,
gets wider and wider,
it is not the pursuit of political ambitions, 
which the citizens want in here,
it is the solutions to various problems,
which they want,
and as such there is no politician,
as fit enough for this purpose,
are they really fit enough,
is the question and as laughable as it is,
it is time for the younger generations,
to take the plunge into politics,
wherein they need to cast over their fear,
and political apprehensions, 
and save their dear Motherland India,
from all troubles,
and to make their Motherland into a Paradise!!


Details | Free verse | |

Day Servants -- Servientas Diarias

Las mujeres que cruzan el rio cada dia
forman una linea larga para la migra.
Muestran sus permisos -- tarjetas locales --
y vacian los contenidos de sus bolsas.
Cuando las preguntan sus destinos,
contestan con las frases que han ensayado:
quiero comprar pollo en especial,
o desea mi hijo zapatos tenis de Wal-Mart --
mientras sus patronas del dia acechan,
a prudente distancia, en sus camionetas guayin,
con los motores en marcha.  
Estan fumando impacientemente.
Otro Winston? 


(For translation, see "About This Poem")


Details | Lyric | |

Leave me with my dreams

Leave me with my dreams.

Leave me with my dreams
Cause I’m a dreaming fellow
Leave me here a pondering
With mind all calm and mellow
Picturing a better world
Where evil is no more
Let me dream of the harmony
Of a world all free of war.

It might never happen
Sometimes it seems to me
That a tadpole has more chance
Of swimming in the deep blue sea
But let me dream about it
It makes my heart feel warm
Let me dream of a world at peace
And this it be the norm.

Leave me with my dreaming
Of peace and harmony
Where God will rest within each heart
And a perfect world will be
Where everywhere becomes a space
Of sweetest liberty.

Leave me with my dreams
Maybe they’ll seep into you
Then peace and harmony might reign
In everything you do
I guess that someone has to dream
For something to be born
So if more folk did get to dreaming
There might be a brand new dawn.


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America Is Being DESTROYED From Within

 

As sin and perversion often become integrated… So many lives and families are being “disintegrated.” Many are being driven by sin’s temptation force… It’s no wonder much of this country is way “off course.” The morality and values that once made a great nation. Are evaporating…. Leading to a “spiritual separation.” Love, honor, and respect of God… Is often a “thing of the past.” Anything of God seems to be disappearing FAST! God is our only hope! And him alone! Only he can bring healing to our broken homes! He’s the answer to this wounded nation, that bleeds! It’s only God that can meet all of our needs! He’s our provider… The great: “I am!” Won’t you reach out to him? And give him your hand? Why not give him a chance? And allow him in? A brand new life for you… Is waiting to begin! May we allow God’s holiness and love to reach down into our hearts… Asking; “Lord please forgive our sins!” Is a good place to start! By Jim Pemberton


Details | I do not know? | |

POLITICALLY CORRECT, MORALLY INEPT

America the beautiful, home of the brave,
One Nation under God, marked upon their graves,
Our founding fathers built this land,
“In God We Trust,”  they made their stand.

A nation built with strong convictions,
Free from British Rule,
“I Pledge Allegiance To The Flag,”
Was said in all our schools.

There was a time when we would pray,
After each and every meal,
Cite the Ten Commandments,
Let The Master do His Will!

“HONOR THY FATHER AND MOTHER,
THAT THY DAYS BE LONG AND STRONG,
LOVE THY NEIGHBOR AS YE LOVE THYSELF,”
Is sung within our songs.

A New Light shines upon us,
A Fire from down below,
Satan is spreading his political views,
Erasing all that we’ve come to know.

The prayers that once were said in schools,
Became “A Moment of Silence,”
The paddling we received from the Principal’s rule,
Has been replaced by murder and violence.

“SPARE THE ROD AND SPOIL THE CHILD,”
Is Exactly what we have done,
Children running amuck and wild,
Shooting parents with their guns.

The Special Day we celebrate, each and every year,
The day in which  our Savior was born, filled with joy and cheer,
Has become a day of infamy, a name we must not say,
Merry Christmas has been replaced, by Happy Holidays…


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It Was An Amazing Morning

What a morning! It was well received
According to all who watch the inauguration?
From the gay to the straight, to the in-betweens
We will be free, according to the Abraham, Martin and John
Now,  Obama, Joe and Hillary Clinton

We shall be free, to walk this earth with a sense of
Peace and reassurance.
Free to be an American Citizen, 
In the land of opportunities,
Or else we shall die fighting for it.

So, stop launching the false accusation, and false allegations, 
Let us all wait and see what this second term is going to be 
 White house; history in the making: Waves those flags


Details | Verse | |

you should not fear ROUNDELET

You should not fear,

though their brawls are so unyielding.

You should not fear,

though the deadline is very near.

Congress will raise the debt ceiling,

despite your skeptical feeling.

You should not fear.


**Roundelet contest (CORRECTED WITH NEW RULES)


Details | Rhyme | |

Unrecognizable

Do you recognize
This man?

Walking down a snowy path

Years ago

You shared his bath
Filled with bubbling hopes
Optimistic poems

And washed away each others
Sins

Do you recognize 
This man?

Fighting earnestly 
For change

Years ago

You flew his plane
Through smoky clouds
A hedonistic crowd

And guided him through the
Fog

But now

There are beggars 
Gathered at the footsteps
Of a nation 
Stealing apples from 
The blind

But now

There are soldiers
Occupying the gardens
Of a widow
In the final stage of 
Decline

But now

There are roaches
Nibbling the portions
Of a servant
Down to his very last
Dime

In a world
Where elephants
Crush 
Intimidated
Ants

In a world 
I  no longer
Understand

Do you recognize 
This man?

Do you recognize 
This man?

Of course 
Not

He is 

A mere shadow

Unrecognizable


Details | Rhyme | |

Bukowski

Was it said before? Sure.
Was it said this way? I doubt it.
Perspective is in no way obscure,
And his works are nothing without it.

His motivation’s observed in daily life,
Misery, not just some vague inspiration.
He begs for reason, some way to lessen strife;
His words reflect a resounding desperation.

There seems a need at times to clarify, 
But that’s allowed in his terms only;
So many thoughts seem somewhat ‘rarefied’,
Fed his fire, but made him lonely.

No ‘underachiever’, not just another fool,
But still seeking solace by the glass;
Tempering his stagger and his drool 
With just a bit of ‘kiss my ass.’ 

But, usually, genius ‘sots’ come to ground,
Lucid moments - on the square;
Their driving ‘bolts’ of genius, word or sound,
Only written because they dare.

Yes, you can feel the written “heart”,
But few of us can realize that sort of pain;
No isolated misery… of many lives a part,
Each begs an answer... “Who’ll stop the rain?”

Yes, he’s lived it, seen it, and told it well;
But Timing is the Master of one’s Fate.
Is the timing right?  Funny…only time will tell…
Will you will be a whining sot or dare to be great?

One success can be lucky, we’ve seen that before.
One book, one song, then quietly fade away.
But six novels later, we should know the score;
He must have had something to say.

So, at the perfect time, someone heard.
Someone who was “someone” took someone under wing.
And to those with interest and empathy, they sold his words;
Saying they “are genius” and with “ugly truth” they ring.

But did he create any redeeming changes or impacts?
Yes, what singular influence did all his artful whining bring?
None... just a relentless, repetitive diatribe of sad facts.
Oh, yes…..and a little “ching ching”.

Entered in the "Idiot or Genius" contest 27 March 2014

not so genius

 


Details | Alliteration | |

Undermining Light

Despising, Deceiving, Denying
Lying, Lynching, Looting
Mindless, Morals, Misconceiving

Opening, Options, Obsolete
Treacherous, Treasonous, Thieves
Thinking, They, Them

Boasting, Bullying, Blinding
Forsaking, Forbidding, Friends
Uniting, Under, Unity

Sending, Signals, Selfishly
Can’t, Control, Consciousness
Everyone, Escape, Earth

Holding, Here, Hell
Never, Not, Now
Win, We, Will

Yearning, Ye, Yes
Illumination, Inside, Increasing
Evil, Ending, Extinct  


Details | Sonnet | |

Got Game

From the north silently it comes down the river,
invisible, radioactive, combining with *acid rain.
Nuclear power, cheap energy, a cancer giver
and all we love will end, if we don't chose to refrain.

So fueled by greed, we chew up the earth for coal to burn,
blackening the skies and butchering the mountain side,
all so that we can drive SUV's with total unconcern,
laughing at the third world, on the globe, we stand astride.

The black-outs, *brown-outs, oh the anarchy of light's blight
creating a sickly yellow miasma's where few stars shine.
And cities of cave dwellers who never see the night,
turn shades of puce and pink by neon lights malign.

Soon, I'm sure, we'll redefine the nature of what's pure,
and Seri's *app will tell what game to eat ...and the cure.


Details | Blank verse | |

One Small Thought

One smalll thought
About this life....and who runs it:


It would seem to me that

The moral test of any government
Is how it treats those who are in the Dawn of Life:
Their c'hildren...
How it treats those who are in the Twilight of Life:
Their Elderly.....
And how it treats those who are in the Shadows of Life:
Their Sick
Their Needy
Their Disabled
And Their Handicapped......

How are WE doing
So far......
Yeah,
I thought so.....


Details | Rhyme | |

Who to believe

When we silence the noise, of our electric clock 
wake-up, turn on lights, and our coffee pot 
Should we feel shame, for what we have done 
or in blissful ignorance, greet the morning sun 

millions of people perform this ritual everyday 
Without thought of consequence, just time saved 
Some men, wives and children seek only to survive 
others use time to plunder and destroy all alive 

The path of life's maze fixed by our choices in life 
nescient of truth, all choice will lead us to strife 
Kept weak, hopeless, fearful, no query is raised 
Is it apathy or a delusion, men take to their grave

dregs of the waste, have defiled air, sea and sand
befouled Gods heaven, killing both plant and man
A priority, we created, pillaged humanity on earth
Pantology repressed, only to seed arrogance not mirth

The people's voices muted, because of some men's greed 
but, questions persist, and now we all must take heed 
I am only a farmer, tasked with planting some seed
as a caretaker of land, my life is to cultivate and weed 

An estimate, of 60 years needed to decontaminate the land
What men built, planting their nuclear seed in the sand
Take time to think, talk and inquire of all that is planned
Please put, a pen to paper, instead of heads in the sand

The future life of plants, animals and the humanity of men
Rests in The Peoples Voices and Words from their pen


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All hail, the misguided soldier, the misguided Hive

All hail,
The brave soldier
Who stands firm
Like the fickle shell of a snail
Before the oncoming foot of titans

All hail,
The brave soldier, 
A ferocious bee
Who strikes his stinger into the enemy
Comforted by fleeting thoughts of heroism
-a safeguarded hive
Thoughts that flit away in the wind
Like windswept Pollen ambushed by desert
-as the bee falls for the cause

All Hail, 
The brave invader
Who fells foe for his country
All hail murderer,
Comforted by a noble cause
Sent out on wings of glory to cut down fanged tigers
Purging threats, safeguarding life
	-the hive
All Hail,
Misguided killer
For all tigers are fanged
All people threats
-All people life

All Hail,
The weary soldier
	-sacrificial lamb
Joined out of a desperate cause
A squalling infant, a taunting belly
And the weary soldier
Gives his sacrifice to the gods of the Hive
And prays for rain.


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Color of a Man's Character

The Color of a Man’s Character
We all bleed
And cleave to 
Those we leave

We all smile when we are greeted
And cry when we are mistreated

Why do we choose to abuse others 
For the color of their skin?

Why do we think that only 
Our own color should win?

We’re all the same underneath 
We all deserve peace 
When we lay down to sleep

Love one another while you can
Show your son how to be gracious
The color of a man’s character 
Is how he treats his fellow Man.


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Lip Service

A field of angry faces fume
with mouths agape as spittle flies
from lips best used for other tasks.

Upon the green , the rolling lawn of angst,
demonstrators wave paper placards. 
Group A never nearing Group B.
Flags drape the bandstand packed
with pomp and politicians give lip-service
to the trodden rights of man.

Unequal, but present, women, fe-males
present themselves in all manner of vehicles
from stroller to walker to wheel chair, we are here.
For one hundred years, we have been ‘given’
the ‘right’ to own property, 
but still
our labor is worth less.
Un-joined, un-backed,
if alone, many are left
in the ranks of the poor.

A field of angry faces fume
no child care, no child left behind,
inadequate health care, still we struggle on
in the twenty-first century,
where politicians preen and prance
and misuse our votes.

The divide ever present,
our ranks rife with unrest,
our creative powers used to shackle us
given only lip-service.

Still, we will prevail.



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America's Veterens

God bless the man
who made the stand
to keep America free
from the beginning of
America’s history

for over 200 years
our men and women have
stood in harms way
who believed in America
to keep her free

honor and sacrifice are 
just two of the qualities
that reside in the hearts
and minds of our heroes
who ask nothing in return
for them selves 

only to serve, protect and defend
the greatest country in history
where freedom rings though out the land

today is May 31, 2010
we honor all that men and women have done
and all the battles they have won

how many lives have been cut short 
and buried in graves through out the world
knowing that they would never return 
to share in the freedoms they fought for

so I say again God bless the man and woman
who have served 
alive or passed into history

God damm the liberal left traitors in America 
Who sit on their ass hiding in the tall grass
that have no intentions to serve

Dennis H. Davis


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Reflections: Intellectualism

To Dine, To Die;
Conversations spiral
While thunderous eyes
Grasp concepts to recycle.

Constant debt crisis
A political paradox
Grating social devices
Over the sorting of socks.

Pseudo-analysis
An endless groan
Argumental paralysis
The debate grants no throne.

Existentialism
Over a roast
Potatoes won't listen
To who talks the most.

"That point is so interesting"
The floor is open for chat
"What is real?" not a thing
"Meow" adds the cat.


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THE WAY TO A HOLISTIC LIFE VALUES ABSOLUTE

THE WAY TO A HOLISTIC LIFE – VALUES ABSOLUTE
Why would I keep your life in the world, when you trying to take mine out? What kind of damn fool I am as lover? I do not know hate? This is philosophy. Heed me! Why would I love you more than I love myself? I am number one; however, you can come next. God said put no man before me. I am in his likeness as a human being. This is philosophy. Adhere! The Lord told Abraham sacrifice no more. My needs must come first. Renunciation is a Buddhist creed. Why would I deny my needs? This is philosophy. Procure! If I am without belief, I lack epitome. Celestial knowledge vested. The universe origin and those that were discovered, is a viewpoint to ponder. This is philosophy. Mindfulness fulfills! Take notice to wrong to make the right. Build a bridge of crossing in meeting of the minds. Consensus is what is desired. This is philosophy. Open your eyes to the love of humanity. The world is not promised to us. Earth is not a sacrifice given by Jehovah. The Lord God Jehovah gave his only begotten son, Jesus Christ Lord, so the earth would not perish. This is philosophy. Values absolute!


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The Switch Up

Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION


~JSLambert


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WHAT PRICE SAFETY ?

how much is it worth to you to feel safe and secure?
how much would you spend? how much could you afford?
what is the monetary value that you would place on your life?
how much money would it take? how much would you sacrifice?
what price safety? what would be the cost?
what price safety? what would you spend to prevent the loss?

too frightened to get on the elevator in the building where you reside
don't know if you'll make it to your door before a thief is at your side
too scared to walk to your car alone in a public parking lot
don't know if you'll get the keys in the door before you're assaulted or shot
what price safety? how much money would you spend
just to have that feeling of security once again?

most every elected official in most every country in this world 
have their own taxpayer funded security detail
the celebrities, movie stars and TV personalities
have personal body guards and/ or private security
America has been on heightened alert since the Twin Towers did fall
the airports, the borders and Homeland Security are constantly on the ball
security has become one of the nation's fastest growing industries
and you can't go anywhere in this world without showing identity
so how much would you spend to remove from your life that spirit of fear?
how many dollars would it take to protect what you hold dear?

there're not enough police to go around to be in society's face
so security officers take up the slack and stand in their place
we've become the front line defenders that the community sees
to detect, protect and defend them and their property
retailers spend thousands of dollars just to secure their goods
from thieves, boosters, shoplifters and your garden variety hoods
the government be it federal, county, city or state
use security officers to keep the peace in abate
yet without benefit of weapons, no batons, no vests or guns
we hold to our positions and we get the job done
we alert the police, FDNY and the EMTs
at the first signs of violence, fire and any emergency
but we're at a disadvantage when it comes to getting paid
for we barely make what would be considered a livable wage
what price safety? what would it be worth to you
to give security officers what they are due?
what price safety? I ask you once more
what price would you pay just to feel secure?
WHAT PRICE SAFETY?


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The Inner Spy

Underneath the watchful sky
Lies the stealthy, fickle spy;
Hidden eyes that we forget,
That sets in stone what we regret.

Unravelling webs of our deciet,
No secret can we truely keep.
That little voice within your ear
Makes consciousness a thing to fear.

Unforgiving of hearts desires
And never fooled by crafty liars;
A witness to our deepest shame,
Pointing out what's ours to blame.

Underpinned by the pursuing lens;
Inside and out, it never ends.
And no respite can be found alone,
Surveillance even invades our home.

Unconscious devices shape our path,
Yet we never have the final laugh.
The joke's on us, but we're the last to see,
That freedom really isn't for free.


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The Petty Posh-WahZee - Liberation and Ostentation



The Petty Posh-Wahzee - Liberation & Ostentation


The Not-So Distant Past:

The fallen fighters for freedom, are unable to turn in their graves,
their battered, fragmented bones, mixed with a handful of torn rags,
are all that remain, a mute reminder of their selfless valiant sacrifice.

They endured brutal Apartheid harassment, detentions without trial,
torture in the cells, and mental anguish when loved ones disappeared,
they left their homeland, to continue the struggle against racial bigotry,
while countless others fought the scourge of white-minority rule at home.

Nelson Mandela and many, many others, spent their lives imprisoned,
on islands of stone, and on islands of the cruellest torture, yet they stood,
never bowing, never scraping, they stood, firm for ideals for which they were prepared to die,

and many, many comrades did die, at the hands of the callous oppressor,
and many, many comrades perished in distant lands, torn from their homes,
while the struggle continued, for decades, soaked in blood, in tears, in pain.


The Present:

19 years have passed, since freedom was secured at the highest of prices,
delivering unto us, this present, a gift of emancipation from servitude,

a freedom to walk this land, head held high, no longer second-class citizens,
in the land of our ancestors, whose voices we hear and need to heed today.

I do not care much for fashion, Lewis-Fit-On and Sleeves unSt.-Moron,
yet the ostentation that I witness baffles even my unsophisticated palate,

our ancestors' plaintive whispers are being dismissed, left unheeded, as
we browse the aisles for more and more, always for more and yet more.

Asphyxiated by the excess of the Petty Posh-Wahzee, we find ourselves,
perched precariously on the edge, of a dissolution of all that is humane,

babies go hungry, wives are battered, our elders left in hospitals for hours,
I cringe as I scribble these words, perhaps too sanctimonious and preachy,

yet I know, deep in the marrow of my brittle bones, I know, I know, I know,
this tree of freedom planted by the nameless daughters and sons of Africa,

needs to be shielded, nurtured, protected from our very own baser impulses,
so that the precious tree of freedom, may bear the fruit that may feed us all,

for if not, then we are doomed, to tip over, and into the yawning abyss, we shall fall.








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Biting my Tongue Again

My tongue
has no more blood; 
no tissue to slide through my teeth.

I have bitten my tongue
so long
my message deflates beneath.


©  2011  ~JSLambert Esquire


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Almost Remorse

The slowest clocks bind the official wound,
An azimuth of the flesh, trust, first contact,
She blinks but no face appears, 
Does every mistake ask for such an ordinary end?  A seed cannot forget.
Cold, weeping statue of lifetimes, suckle her prayer in the erupting bed.
Fallen beside the tear of the flower blight, lips against the penetrator,
Learn to forgive the righteous terrors for an idle comfort.
What numbing freedom presses the soft lump pulse?
Tongues rally to expose the ghost of private remorse,
Who conceals the dignities of a suction thigh grave.

			--2009


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The Pristine Society

Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION

~JSLambert
© 2011 JSL


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They said her time had come- Death by insurance

They said her time had come
No place to run
No place to hide
No time for fun
Just an empty vessel inside
Going through the motions
Numb.
Overwhelming emotions
They said her time had come

They said her time had come
Evil coats
She wants to run
She desires to have fun
Not understanding why she can not play
It is now the month of May
Another denial letter
Another denial to get better
They said her time had come

They said her time had come
Why such looks of sorrow?
She doesn’t understand
For there is always tomorrow
Evil coats
She takes a breath
Smelling all of the flowers
No place to hide
Now literally an empty vessel inside
They said her time had come

Her time had come
Her bald head 
Just four years old
She looks to comfort from her mom and dad
Why do they look so sad?
Evil coats drag them away 
She never got that chance to go out and play
Beep. Beep. Beeep.. Bleeeeep….. 
The room floods with long white coats
Now to heaven this little girl floats
Her time had come

They said her time had come
She was just a name
No money, undeserving of fame
Easy for her to be denied
If only the suits had looked her in the eyes
Who is to blame? 
Sent to the free clinic
Now dead at four
No insurance
Ooops! What a shame…
She could have been saved
Now two parents at her grave
Once a happy family, now destroyed
Because THEY said her time had come


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We The Lost People

Our government says were incompetent –
our weapons they must take.
The 2nd Amendment no longer applies,
life, liberty and the pursuit happiness
is now at stake.

Our forefathers were merely mistaken –
this Constitution they’ve drafted in vain.
So they tear it apart piece by piece,
as We The People watch with disdain.

Your opinion doesn’t matter here –
Freedom of Speech belongs to them,
to a perverse, corrupted society,
too ignorant to see their condemned.

The Bill of Rights once ever so protected –
the Ten Commandments in every courtroom,
both now are strictly an abomination,
to this Godless Country in doom.

Take heed to their acts of subtle changes –
to their intensive need to change our creed,
People! It’s not about protecting us!
It’s about control, domination and greed!


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TEAR GAS TICKET


TEAR GAS TICKET

Gotta get home.
Comin' on night.
Notta time to roam.
Air tastin' fight.

Me, jump on a ride--
toward my town.
Tout, he says with pride--
‘Best bus around’

Next guy says to me
‘Drivers start strike--
We just have to see
What this ride’s like.’

Strikers kiss their stones
To Throw them straight.
'God please get me home--
It's gettin' on late.'

white gal slinks down
covers her face
she's just like me
needs a hidin' place

Strikers kiss their rocks.
Wounded bus jolts.
Me, I worry clocks
While street revolts.

Army trucks here--
Green pour out.
Driver looks scared,
So does tout.

Pop and pop again--
Know that sound.
Tear gas kiss eye
Tanks rumble ground.

Safe inside the bus--
white gal and me,
Stink kills all the fuss
And home goes we!


NOTE:  tout (rhymes with out) is the bus conductor--his job is to hawk until bus is full

PLACE:  Nairobi, Kenya   11/28/2012  during political unrest before elections


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What About Us?


My father worked the plant as
his father befor.
We worked until are hands bleed and
are backs were sore.

History we made and many fine men spent there lives 
in this very place.
Founded the union.
we are the backbone not a copperate 
face.

Didnt bat a eye just said goodbye
catching the first outta town bus.
They saved there over payed asses 
but what about us.

The working class people who gave there 
sweat and tears.
A town inwhich the factory was built.
Old and young share bitter reflections over
stories passed down through the years.

More than jobs left with the closing 
of the factorys doors.
Pain echos from broken souls.
it comes into are very essense seeps into the floors.

Years of memories gone without a 
fuss.
They crunch numbers but were people.
You saved a billion but a whole town
ask's what about us?


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Georgia Homeless Blues

Thirty years ago I broke the law
and even tho my sentence is through,
I was once more arrested
for something I could not do.

I could not find a place to live
or even find a job.
Every one I asked for help
just acted like a snob.

They sent me back to prison once
because I was a homeless man.
And then they tried to give me life
just because they can.


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Year's End

Year's end.
The calendar expires
in time's continuum.
Arbitrary demarcations
shift and fade.
Locations change; faces age.
Everything, though different,
remains the same.
Plus ca change, plus ca meme.
The stars are ruled by cycles
that the year produces.
Time decides the issues.
Our lives are nursery songs
in minor keys and
everything's been said.


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Thieves Beneath Contempt.

Lining pockets with cash large and small,
Once found out, they return not one call.
But an amendment we need
to inflict on this breed
the same treatment that they give us all.


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Baptized In Equality

Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION


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Vets story

Vietnam Vets Story

Have you heard the story
Of those bold courageous men
Who served their country tall and proud
As they fought in Vietnam.
They done their country proud and all
And showed how soldiers fought
But now their lives aren’t worth a damns 
Their nerves all tense and taut.

They sprayed their poisons on trees
Endangered all these men
And fed them drugs not tested yet
They didn’t care back then!
They wanted just to win a war
A war pointless and mad
And many now do suffer so
Their lives all sour and sad.

And now these men just live their lives
All down with no self value
{Their bodies torn their minds all twisted
Marriages broken too!}
They have to fight with all their might
To get fair compensation!!!!
What price to risk one’s soul and life
In defence of one‘s good nation.


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Money Hungry

People label others "money hungry"
when they demand what they have worked
for, unsavory characters have a way of turning
earned salaries into an ugly metaphor,

Money Hungry is best described when one
has a penchant to consume dollar bills,
for nutritional values or thrills,

The rich can be misconstrued as being
money hungry, for each deal they conduct
it requires money deliveries,

They only do philanthropic work for free,
and they too still demand a salary,
Therefore, if one is not craving money
for dietary requirements, then to call
them "money hungry" is pure nonsense.


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Sonnet to Society

Plagued by agents of disinformation,
smearing objectivity with a spoof,
as if a lot of followers equals confirmation, 
a lie told often enough becomes truth.
Rumours of the Swine and depopulation,
aliens, free energy and speculation,
aur silence and tolerance bring ramification,
we need to stop for a day of contemplation,
it does not take long to realise who control’s each and every nation.
Beneath the facade of illusion,
the puppet master reaps with his confusion.

WAKE UP...tick tick tick... ... ...


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Political Hackery

Political hacks.
Republicans, Democrats.
They are all the same.


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The Land of Sophia

Escape the tort of our avarice world Defy the ones who shift the blame Deter the decadence forgetting shame Freedom is on the top of the bare eyes Beyond the consciousness of The Human Kind Search harder and then you'll find The Land of Sophia Dwelling past are needs Swirling around our bare minds Our wants polluting out sight the Land of Sophia is lost at night Are the Lies held worth it in time Only embracing The Veil of Logic The Truth is cast into shade where all vices are soon to be made For all of our dreams and dramaticies The Destruction Star poisons seas Far from This Galaxy among the stars I can see myself, And The One I've became Escape the tort of our avarice world Defy the ones who shift the blame Deter the decadence forgetting shame Freedom is on the top of the bare eyes Beyond the consciousness of The Human Kind Search harder and then you'll find The Land of Sophia Dwelling past are needs Swirling around our bare minds Our wants polluting out sight the Land of Sophia is lost at night Caught in our lust, of forgetting trust I wonder can we break free of bound forever in the clutches of Lilith's Love Eden's Heart Who's desperate For Love Who's desperate For Light yet wallows in Blight and chooses to wait--forevermore The wait in Summer--An Eternity Lilith's Love Eden's Heart Escape the tort of our avarice world Defy the ones who shift the blame Deter the decadence forgetting shame Freedom is on the top of the bare eyes Beyond the consciousness of The Human Kind Search harder and then you'll find The Land of Sophia Dwelling past are needs Swirling around our bare minds Our wants polluting out sight the Land of Sophia is lost at night We don't chose what's right I can't believe we are able to see this far Crawling in Shadows Never will breath find it's light Escape the tort of our avarice world Defy the ones who shift the blame Deter the decadence forgetting shame Freedom is on the top of the bare eyes Beyond the consciousness of The Human Kind Search harder and then you'll find The Land of Sophia Dwelling past are needs Swirling around our bare minds Our wants polluting out sight the Land of Sophia is lost at night
**Mark Jansen, Guitarist, Male Vocals, and main songwriter of Epica**


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Communal Tyranny

Attempts at alteration of 
My right to fully express
My own ideas and views
My liberty to address

Declarations and ideas
I happen to find crude
Imposing upon my spirit 
And all too often rude

Formulation of my thoughts
On many different things
Echoes of imagination
Remnants of my being

Clear my views do remain
Unscathed by opposition
I firmly and relentlessly
Defend my true position

I do believe in liberty
To share what one believes
For a spirit and its speech
Forever should be free

~Camille Rose Castillo 2010


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Medicinal Criminal

You hold my hand
Tears stream, a warm compress placed upon my pale face
Increasing pain, so much fear my heart begins to race
Curled in my own bed
Trying to wrap this absurdity around my aching head
For just two mere miles away is the best E.R.
Now out of reach
It seems so far

I must be seen
For the bill be will so obscene
So young, I want to continue having fun
I’m my insurances bitch, but by no means am I done
Sick at twenty-four
There is an expensive cure

You still hold my hand
Drained from increasing pain
This is why I fight for a certain prop
OR I couldn’t eat
Then DEAD I would drop

Mom you gave me the gift of life
I want to be like you…live long enough to become the perfect mommy and 
wife
Hopefully,  change is in the air
Life can be scary, nauseating and pretty unfair

PROHIBITION! Such a joke
A law based on racism and money
It’s so sad… it is almost funny
Getting sicker, I begin to shake

Fear on your face
A mom ever so frighten
I have to smoke
I get mild relief with a single toke

How ironic… Now I’m not ever so “pure”
For tonight I am just another PPO whore
Sill saying no
You tell me we need to go
You tell me screw the bill
I shouldn’t be thinking about my will
Bags, jewelry, shoes...
Mentally dividing my possessions 
You hold my hand

Carried to the car
It is now time to go to that E.R.
I lay in the hospital bed
No longer in misery, no longer feeling like the living dead
Test run
Necessary, but oh so not fun
Medicine injected, I begin to feel clear headed

You hold my hand and tell me to fight
My inspiration
My best friend
Reminding me who I am
I want to thank you mom
Everything you have done and reminding me I have a voice
You tell me I am anything but weak
You give me endless encouragement to stand up and SPEAK

No one deserves to live in pain
What is wrong with the world today?
Who gets treatment?

First open the wallet!
Now see if you can pay...
I can live a normal comfy life in the ‘burbs
Yet I need relief from medical herbs
Something so minuscule
Keeps me mislabeled as a medicinal criminal...


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lead us not into temptation

lead us not into
temptation: restrain us from
our politicians


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Days of love in Flushing: Anticipation

(for those in Kwangju: May 18, 1980)*
after Dante

Taking this peach within the mouth, the tongue 
hovers around its sunset skin like a lover
and its Sappho sweet bite is heaven. A song

of honeysuckled rivers is like your
kiss… The night is in July. At once
Platonic love is redemption or

when the world is beyond our Kwangju…Please
let the streets be freed from anticipation
of the bayonet and gun… Let litter seize

this street or any avenue… Plan
my kiss and we will be happy and free.
The night is the peach---the dead sun…

Recall the dress you wore as a weapon, me
wearing---I forgot… Your raven hair, soft
yet sharp by its embroidery

of strands being held by one silver pin. The left
hand of God and right hands of angels
must have done it… It was my dry throat

drinking from Styx River which made the chills
even more pronounced at the sight of you.
The dress’ print was you. It was petals

of prints within splotches of orange, gold, red, too…
and white--- bandages… Horrible bandages.
I’m wearing black/white. Suddenly we choose

to hug underneath those flickering pages
of streetlights… we an arrow’s color shot through bodies---Rage…


*Excerpted from Chalmers Johnson’s Blowback : The Costs and Consequences of the 
American Empire: “General Chun did not wait long after talking with Gleysteen (US 
Ambassador to South Korea) to complete the coup d’etat he had begun the previous 
December…On May 18, 1980, a few hundred demonstrators in Kwangju took to the streets to 
protest the imposition of martial law. They were met by the paratroopers of the 7th Brigade 
of the Korean special forces, known as the “black berets,” who had a well known reputation 
for brutality going back to their service on the American side in the Vietnam War…Gleysteen 
wrote, “Rumors reaching Seoul of Kwangju rioting say special forces used fixed bayonets and 
inflicted many casualties on students… Some in Kwangju are reported to have said that 
troops are being more ruthless than North Koreans ever were.” [When asked of the decision] 
Gleysteen replied, “I grant it was the controversial decision, but it was the correct one. Do I 
regret? I don’t think so.” (112-113)


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Election day

Election Day

Last week was our election
It’s been going on for weeks
From the space where I was standing
It all looked kind of bleak
The chance of labor leaders
Getting the ruling hand
There’d been some inside fighting
They weren’t looking too grand.

But when I thought about it
It didn’t really matter
All these fools, it seems to me
Are only noisy chatter
They promise this, they promise that
And then what do they do?
Nothing, absolutely naught
They say is ever true?

So anyway I was lucky
What by accident, I done
Was muck up on the valet sheet
I failed on every one
Of those boring little boxes
That were staring up at me
But I really did not want to vote
So it was meant to be.

11 September 2013@1720hrs.



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What Do We Expect As We Seek to Remove God

What Do We Expect, As We Seek to Remove God? As so many people are seeking God’s removal… It’s like anything from him, we’ve given a refusal! Many have tried to ban just the reading of his word! There’s so much truth, just waiting to be heard! Many anti-God societies have quickly formed! Even the ten commandments, are often scorned! We’ve built large cities, many schools, and homes! But when it comes to God, we’ve often left him alone! One can try their best to push God back in the corner! But if you do, things in your life will get “warmer!” The pleasures and truth you seek, will come to an end! And then eternity without God, will just begin! You’ll wish you chose to live for God, that eventful day! You’ll wish that you took the time to study and pray! It’s the word of God that you need to study and read! God knows all about you! And knows your needs! He deserves all of your praise and full attention! We need to seek him, for much needed direction! Please come dear Lord, and cleanse us within! May we humbly confess our faults and sins! We need YOU much more, than words can say! Please be the God we serve! May we start TODAY! By Jim Pemberton


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FLOODS

Gushing and Rushing with no delay
Similar to a run in an olympic relay
Rising its level with rabid haste
Making human watched likened to a paste

It came from the height of the heavens
Wrathly pouring down to bald mountains
Dashing down having no mercy given
Towards these beings that thinks only of gains

This is just a matter of consequence
For beings such as us that has less prudence
Now we gain what we have sown
And it has rapidly and largely grown

Now we find the blame for the result
Instead of finding the solution of our fault
This great waters that we have caused
Must be helped and prevented until its paused


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Too Far From the Trail

Has America’s spirit strayed off the trail?
Have we found what’s in every canyon
Or have we failed?

Will we let the bad guys win and try no more?
See Lady Liberty as something
To just deplore?

Have we seen the elephant grow soft and weak
As the donkey only sits and brays,
But does not speak

Or see the wild anger in our horse’s eyes
As they promise us those gold cities
And tell more lies.

America has strayed too far off the trail—
We wait a great judgment from the West
Cloaked in black veil.


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Quit Calling Me

<                                          good tarnations  .......  to this darn nation

                                            economic woes   .......  our money goes

                                                      all we are is .....   numbers

                                                      to good ole ....... Uncle Sam

                                             
                                             don't you just hate being called ....... sometimes







Entry For
John Freeman's Contest
Citizen Or Subject
G.L. All


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A Resolution for This time

A Resolution for This Time
(Based on Eccl. 3:1-15)
©2011 C. Brent Cloyd

I long to see the beauty of my time
Hear music from eternal bells that chime
Enjoy earth, till this good life I sever
Look toward heaven that last forever

I’ll grasp my part in each life occasion 
Banish thoughts and deeds of ill persuasion
Accept God’s design for each life season
Submit that I need not know His reason

I will celebrate life so wondrous born
Understand that death is not always scorn
Propagate goodness and wholeness in life
And uproot that which causes pain and strife

I’ll concede it’s sometimes proper to kill
But until convinced I’ll promote goodwill
Useless things I will tear down and destroy
Then plan to build, and work efforts deploy

I will comfort the hearts of those forlorn
Together find God’s healing as we mourn
Dare to dream, love, have hope, and take a chance
Embrace the moment, laugh, and learn to dance

I’ll speak with passion, let pieces scatter
Gather the fragments, avoid the chatter
Engage opinions, proceed with a shrug
When acceptable, open arms and hug

For things of value I’ll search at great cost
When searching is exhausted count it lost
When usefulness has ended, throw away
But don’t allow important things to stray

Now is the time to tear some things apart
Then with care I’ll mend and make a new start
Learn the lesson that silence is golden
Of words fitly said men are beholden

I pledge to hate what is cruel and unjust
Teach that kindness and fairness are a must
In war, anger and malice find release
But I’ll use my voice to encourage peace

Yesteryear’s events once again will be
To measure their success we wait and see
God’s deeds are good, lasting and without flaw
Of Him and His works I will gaze in awe.


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Deaf eyes, blind ears.

Oh ill fated lamb,
How we cling to your image,
We all love innocence irresponsibly,
Hold the ignorant upon the celebrity pedestal,
Till too late we find the lamb horned.

The blackness has seeped into homes,
Taught that the light is what blinds,
Feeling sorry for the dead, while life is taken away,
Energy vampirism is rampant, tugging on every chord.

Most will not know the truth while here,
The truth, the blindingly obvious they fear,
Always falling on deaf ears, no one will hear,
I’ve come face to face with a cliff...its sheer.


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Democrat Or Republican

Understanding the words democrat or republican, what do they really mean???? How are they 
represented???? And why????? Surrender there giddy lies, to scream aloud against those 
who've been sucked in, set it aside, and free us outside of our realm, as they consciously reel 
us in with carelessness ,At A game of their own perdition.... Is what they want you to 
hear, and do, We are their suckers!!!!! Who bought them to their vote,,,,((((LOL)))))


Entered in contest; Republicans vs democrats
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Written by Carma 
06-09-99


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Look Around You

Look around you
The world is already at an end
When the Mayans said that the world was going to end
They didn't mean a world destroyed by flare, quake, or salvation
But rather a world full of broken relation
That possibly, it wasn't a literal interpretation
But a figurative analysis of this falling nation
Are we not all the same people, the same human
But we'd rather live a life divided
A life divided by the color of our skin  
What is war but greed to keep the amount of money left for our kin
Life is no longer cherished
The earth used for our own experiments until its resources perished
Genocide, assassinations, and murder supported for a "better cause"
Who are we to judge the abominations of others when there is flaw in our own laws
We continue to redefine what is socially accepted
Making a gateway for divorce, abortion, and legal prostitution
Rather than fixing what has been so psychologically rooted into the minds of this generation
We look to cover up past mistakes with a newly corrupted translation  
Girls look for sex because of a lack of love from their fathers
Society tells boys to make use of this advantage 
Treat girls as objects rather than human beings with emotions
And we later ask ourselves
How did these boys and girls ever become such bad parents
Our government shouts democracy
But isn't that really just a cover up to keep us appeased
It's most convenient when the majority stays quiet 
Because only those in power can say that this earth's a heaven
To the majority, this earth is already a hell
The human race is so arrogant
Believing that they are the most superior in this world
That they can live without the mercy of God who should be in control
Look around you
The world is already at an end


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Good Change Coming

Written October 7, 2012


My soul burns inside
And it comes comes out to hide
When its so shocked to hear
That the darkness is here

Would you believe in the words that I say
Even if they aren't diamonds and pearls
With a paper in front and a pen in my hand
I just want to change the world

Is it too much to ask
Too abstract to grasp
This idea that's been running
I promise there's good change coming

With a bullet and a gun
You'll get any man to run
But it takes diplomacy
To get a real man to see

Would you believe in the words that I say
Even if they aren't diamonds and pearls
With a paper in front and a pen in my hand
I could really change the world

Is it too hard to be
The man I want to see
When I look in the mirror
Lord I pray it was clearer

With a permanent marker
I color in darker
The world that I see
Ain't what it should be

Would you believe in the words that I say
Even if they aren't diamonds and pearls
With a paper in front and a pen in my hand
I am going to change the world


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Lady Justice

Revered Lady Justice
Balance truth and fairness
Restore to crime victims
Tranquility, peace, calmness

In all objectivity
Reveal cloaked identity
Omit fear or favor
Moral rightness never waiver

~Camille Rose Castillo 2011



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Haiku




Once winds cried freedom
In the land where eagles fly –
Then a nation died





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Do We Have A Godless Society


Do We Have A Godless Socieity???

As our courts strive for “constitutionality…”
Our country’s almost on the brink of “insanity.”

It’s like there’s a darkness that grows each day.
As many of our courts seek to push God away!

In many efforts to remove anything that “offends.”
We’ve driven a nail into God’s heart… Once again!

Without HIS commandments, where does this leave us?
It leaves a very unstable foundation beneath us!

As time goes on, many Americans become afraid…
Anything of God, is often challenged to be displayed!

We don’t need religion, but to have a divine relationship.
We need to read God’s word, and to enjoy HIS fellowship!

I’ll take Jesus!  You can have your religious theology!
While this world is filled with so much adultery!

Only the power of Jesus can bring wellness to the mind!
His word is like God’s constitution for all mankind!

I’m not looking for some old document signed by men!
I’m looking for the opportunity to be BORN AGAIN!

Because of Jesus, there’s no man and God separation!
He’s offered to all, his free gift of eternal salvation!

Behold!  The son of God who is the king of kings!
He is our righteousness!  He is God!  
Our everything!

His kingdom is glorious!  And is not ruled by men!
We need him brought back to this country, once again!

By Jim Pemberton


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Main Street USA

Politics consistent 
With moral corruption 
Religion at best 
Breeding dysfunction 

Churches pristine
On every corner
While homeless abound
Where is the honor?

The rich at ease 
Out at play 
The poverty-stricken 
Know only dismay 

The wealthy feast 
Indulge in the finest 
The destitute and poor 
Haven't the slightest 

Crime well known 
On America's streets 
Violence in action 
With every heart beat 

Victims seek justice 
Where has she gone? 
Is she hog-tied 
In somebody's trunk? 

Political correctness 
To drastic extremes 
No longer can one 
Express their beliefs

America, take credit
For progression ingenius
But also acknowledge
The brink of madness

We rightfully know
There is a fine line
Between the two
We just can't deny

It seems we're crossing
Into that dimension
With each passing day
Without apprehension



Camille Rose Castillo 

Note* 

Although I love my country and do acknowledge it can never be perfect, I believe it can be less flawed. 




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The American Soldier

We are all the colors a Patriot depicts,
the red’s the blues and whites a mix.
We honor the soldier’s creed till death,
protecting our nation with every breath.

Quitting is not an option you’ll see,
for a soldier’s pride and honor succeeds.
A soldier’s mission will always come first,
hungering for freedom with a thriving thirst.

The American Soldier, our warrior of choice,
will serve their people will a victorious voice.
They are comrades in arms, till the very end,
no one left behind, fellow man they’ll tend.

The American Soldier doesn’t accept defeat,
heroically they’ll fight, in the cold and the heat.
They are the guardians of freedom we forget,
the American Soldier does not identify regret.

Our way of life is because of their strength,
for decades they’ve served at every length.
The American Solder conveys honor and pride;
for fallen soldiers, many tears they have cried.

Honor our troops, for freedom is not free –
it’s the American Soldier whose provided liberty.
Take a moment to praise the dedication and pride,
of the American Soldier that never dies…….


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A Silent Prayer

Joanna Davis

Politician pity me
My pent-view tenement sanctuary
These panoramic views you see
Only serve to tether me,
The putrid stair a bloody
And decaying maze
Of putrid souls
In a morphine daze.

Please doctor, in my
Minute’s appointment
Don’t dismiss my pain with
The usual ointment
The scars that you
Refuse to see,
Have made me doubt 
My sanity.

And preacher, when you gave
Your blessing
Did you ever wonder why
I was missing?
Condemning my absence
as a lack of faith,
My soul to the suffering
Of purgatory’s state.


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Caucus Over

      Caucus Over
©2012 C. Brent Cloyd

Romney claims he is most electable
Results conclude that is debatable.

Bachman stood firm on defense and health care law
Discovered her support was filled with straw.

Santorum touched palms, wore out shoes and truck
Had clear narrative, timing and good luck.

Perry soared, forgot, “oops,” and millions spent
Said thanks, boarded plane, back to Texas went.

Paul hates the Fed and loves the constitution
Deplores war, and young folks like his solution.

Gingrich defied odds, then truth made him sag
He moves on with hope, yet carries his bags.


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The Drone

 You use it every day.
 It is a basic part of life now.
 Maybe it’s the flicker of the radio
 Or the buzz of a computer.
 It is used every day to make our lives simpler and less stressful. 
 Is it really helping us though?
 It does make our life simpler
 But is this a downward spiral into emotionless and effortless life?
 A life where instead of real soldiers with real emotions
 are sent to fight,
 A drone controlled by someone at a computer is used to kill innocent civilians. 
 The drone is emotionless.
 No compassion for other beings and no feeling of guilt or regret.
 This is the future,
 an emotionless drone controlled by someone at a computer. 


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Draconian I

[The Cypress Is In Bloom]
The cypress is in bloom
I see the evil, the efflorescence of decadent doom
Eloigning, with thy clandestines of the Dead September's reign
My belovéd Penelope, abscond from the coven so deep, the glades of misery
We must face her in the grove, for arcany, the path we must take
She's in my mind, vaporously,
Lauding with my, dangers and fears
Lie, with ephermelcy's broken truths
Leading me go Cypress, Marigold
Immortally, willows, forevermore
Forevermore

[To Question; To Know]
My argentine silence, your only condonicy 
Ends with such eath
The Mockingbird in me--died
Resting in one ounce, an abundance of shame
With an infinity of joy
Exiled, by the ones, who give all, names
My breath starves for only more
The façade, the veil, the austerity dims with Aquarianlore 
She falls to her knees, why for?
Celandine she will be
Celandine is she

[Bead]
The lair within, free from their causalities of their sins
Shadowy primroses begin to grow, the season will never end
In there I dream to be like you, violet blue, White Flower of Lisieux,
La Fleur Blanche du Lisieux,
So Celandine are you
Celandine are you

[Draconian]
Draconian--Reach for the shadows within
Draconian--Break from The Fallen's Sin
Draconian--Their Empirical lies, only die
Draconian--Reach The Shadows Within


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View of a Coming Storm

I’m standing at the edge of a forest, Waiting for the storm to come in. Lightning flashes in the tempest, While thunder deafens the din. The winds spiral in tumultuous ways, Proving the power of its fury. A harbinger of the end of days, Where each city must be buried. Armageddon shall be orchestrated, As I pray for our destruction. The revolution will not be abated, Anarchy becomes a seduction. This coming storm will bring the fall, So give to Greed its pall.


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Gulf Oil Spill.

Fox news. Fair and balanced: “ We now take you live…”
MSNBC. The place for politics. “You are looking at a live shot…”
CNN. The world turns to CNN. “This breaking news just in…”

The President:
“You should know that I’m trying, straining so hard. As I squint down at the gobs of
petroleum lard.
The last guy was clueless I won’t act like him.
I’m cool and aloof and won’t act on a whim.”

The American Public:
“Never mind who.
Never mind how.
End this debacle.
Do something now.” 

The CEO:
“Let me say this right now, that we’re trying our best.
All our global resources have been put to the test.
I truly feel all your pain as I speak here to you.
As I have stated before, I want my life back, too.”

The Environmentalists:
“Do anything! Anyone!
May you burn twice in Hell!
So smug and superior!
Cap the damned well!”

The Press:
“We’re on this story, we’ll report, you decide!
And 24/7, non stop coverage, we’ll provide!
Keeping them honest, we’re the network news.
We want those ratings, Bring in our panel for views.”

A resident of the Gulf Coast:
“Yes, your pictures are priceless
And your words are like pearls.
I live here and fish here.
It’s the end of my world.”

A Pelican:
“I wear petrified slop as I adorn your news.
Once a fisher, a flyer, now shackled in ooze.
And I did nothing but live. Look me in the eye.
Why did you kill me? For what did I die?”

His Mate:
“Do you care how you forage?
Or do you ravage, instead?
Let your greed in your claws
Be all lathered with lead.”










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Are We Trying to Remove God From Everything


 UNSUPPORTED CODE We often hear this topic across our nation.
Another person crying; “discrimination.”

In our many attempts to not discriminate.
It seems like it’s God that we seek to eliminate.

It seems like we’ve come up with our own “rules.”
And somehow have turned into a bunch of “fools.”

We accept many perversions of various kinds…
But God himself?  We seem to close our minds!

In many of our lives,  we’ve “kicked “ him out.
And refuse what he really is about!

The words, “In God we trust...”  Our money bears it!
Anything of God?  We’re afraid to share it!

It seems like the courts almost say he doesn’t exist!
And have brought much confusion into our midst!

As many say it’s “offensive” to display a cross…
Many godly values have already been lost!

It’s time to wake up America!  And begin to see!
The kind of country we’re beginning to be!

A country that’s foundation is getting off course.
Being driven by a wicked and ungodly force!

Out only hope is in God!  And him alone!
We must invite him back into our homes!

To God and his word we must hold secure and fast!
He is our only hope that our country will last!


By Jim Pemberton


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The scion and the darkness

 Scions of light shall come,
from darkest of humanities soul,
warriors of the blodline true,
ancient calling older than coal,
liberty in defending earth's kingdom,,
 Working against the progressive machines,
this pre-new world order,
revolutionaries of a new time,
against manchurian canidates in number,
liberty soldiers behind the scenes,,
 They come from unlikely places,
even behind enemy democratic strongholds,
the objective thinkers from behind,
even within tight inner folds,
the opperatives without a trace,,
 They are lights shinning within,
throughout hunanities space and time,
earth-mother's secrets of free will,
pure souls of universal paradigm,
scion rangers of liberty devine,,
 These born scions of earth-mother,
are hearts unlike any other,
with pure sight of liberty,
leading humanity to futher discover,
freedom that can last forever!?,,,


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Distant Warrior

I get this wondrous chill as night falls
in mountains or desert sand
and I find myself dreaming about
home, my fondest memory
from this far away land.

I miss the special lady who 
stole my heart, my thoughts
and all there is of me;
and I deeply cherish 
our final moments together.

I think about the children 
I left behind, how I miss them 
and pray they’re  fine -
and it’s hard Lord,
it’s so very hard.

It’s times like this that I wonder
why I volunteered and I
get this knot in my stomach -
then I cringe and find myself 
trying to hold back tears.

Soon the battle will begin
when I’ll hear my own heartbeat
through the creepy sounds 
amidst treacherous mountain sides or
drifting sands and whirling winds.

It’s  time spent in worry,
fear, and some regret
as I encounter my fate
in the war so near
and I must admit, I’m scared.

This stench of war, 
the sight of it all,
it’s that awful image
of how I imagined hell
after Lucifer’s fall.

I wonder to myself,
“Does it have to be
that generations of people 
can’t seem to agree 
to the simple concept of peace?”

Soldiers don’t start wars
but they surely fight them,
making all manner of sacrifice
and I doubt that even once
did a soldier ever like them.”

Then I think of  “Old Glory”
and I’m filled with pride.
It’s a warm patriotic feeling
which overcomes me
from deep down inside.

I’m confused, scared
and battle weary.
I worry about those I love
as I cling to my faith  
and pray to God above.

I’m a distant warrior,
an American fighting man;
not an aspiring hero,
but just a simple soldier 
trying to do the best that I can.


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Where or When

The ice upon which we tread is starting to grow thin
When it cracks and opens up again will we sink or swim
Assault weapons are being hoarded by frightened citizens
If everybody tries to be the first to shoot then nobody ever wins

Children are laid in their graves by a sick man on a whim
My neighbor who likes to play with guns believes he is the victim
My suggestions to add some more control are received like mortal sin
The Cheshire Cat has disappeared and taken away his grin

Logic has gone on Holiday; paranoia has settled in
I pray each night I go to bed a new day could begin
Their Uzis lay next to their Bible; the wine they chase with gin
No longer do people walk a straight line – too dizzy from the spin

The sharks are circling in the water: I see their dorsal fins
Terrorists laugh on the sideline as our country crumbles from within
Compromise sits alone in the middle, where the light has grown so dim
I know there must be an answer out there – I just don’t know where or when


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Our Future

Lost and drifting thoughts hang in misty air
fight, do not despair

Life and laughter is what we're all after
though what surrounds often feels like disaster

Search the depths of human suffering 
look past to see there will be buffering

Some say we are enemies with different battle cries
yet our hands reach in unison up into the skies
I see it in our children's eyes

Paths must not diverge, they must converge so we can emerge
Strong, unscathed and alive




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a mess still looms

weary congress,
on recess, while
a mess still looms


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The Walk

The Walk
An elected position walks into transition, but not without apprehension.
Thrusted forward into accountability, a " word" that was lost in recent financial history.
Blame and blasphemy encircles him for others greed, carelessness, incompetency and 
irresponsibility.
Unlike the blind man to our today's society, anger creates a false reality.
A "change we can believe in", is the course called destiny.
Persecution upon every action or direction met with resistance by those who remain held in social captivity from their own personal experiences or enthralled perceptions of " what ought not be".
Prepare the world, for the world is watching and they  see, that without corruption 
and a massive scale of discrimination , injustices and judgments as their plea, they are not happy nor do they believe that  they can or that they will succeed. 
May forgiveness and mercy find it's place upon his adversaries as well as for him whom they do this unto in the sight of he.
People, we call ourselves, "we"; therefore, "we must not lose focus , the walk for change remains on our compass to destiny and real facts vs. opinions will be our guide for future history.

copyright@2010 by Carrie M. Love-Atkins


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JAIL BIRD

            JAIL BIRD

To U.S. born both wild and free
There is no worse place one could be
Than in a prison cell for years
For most men ‘tis a gruesome fear

But to souls in other lands
Where freedom’sjust a word that stands
On paper-- but an object dead--
With it you cannot bake your bread.

In movies in these lands they watch
Thugs whose pants fall off their crotch.
Who off to court they go-- then jail--
No mention made of tears or bail

Third Worlds watch the U.S. cells
That should resemble Dante’s hell.
Instead they look so germ free clean
Like the quarters of a Queen

Luxury in killer's cell?
How can thieves live-- oh so --well
U.S. jail is no bad life--
Well, you might miss someone's wife

As one boss of one small store
Told me-- as he scrubbed his floor:
“Me, I'll fly to U.S. land
Kill some guy and live so grand."

His tune said joke-- but it was not--
(U.S. TV makes brains rot)

But-- twas no secret-- truth could tell
He'd snuggle in Obama's cell.








Victoria Anderson-Throop ©               December 1, 2012


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Our Country Has Sinned Against God


Our country has sinned, and many don’t know it! Any reverence for God? Many refuse to show it! We have sinned greatly, in our desire to leave God behind! And have tried our best to remove him from our minds! Even a cross or nativity is most often, not allowed! The atheists? You’ll find them in most every crowd! We’ve traded God’s commands for our own “rules.” How dare you mention HIM in any of our schools! Whatever pleases the flesh is predominantly enjoyed! As many people seek to fill an “empty void!” Those standing for righteousness are often scorned. “Don’t preach about God!” They’re often warned! The freedom God gave us.. We’ve turned it around! Perversions and addictions greatly abound! His judgment is coming! People may laugh. But our country will endure his holy wrath! Our only hope is the get back to God’s word! His message of salvation needs to be heard! Only Jesus can give a peace and love so secure! We need him more than ever! That’s for sure! Through Christ’ blood, we can be a new creation! Please come Lord Jesus and heal our nation! By Jim Pemberton


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Remember September 11th Civil Rights

Remember September 11th
Signed legislation, equal access, public schools and mobilized troops.
Supreme Court Justice Warren, controversial some would say, provided  a goal of unity, 
the removal of stigmas, fair competition, birth of global recognition and a future for the 
spirited ambitious, the motivated  and the entrepreneurship.
911
Terrorism, tragedy, illnesses, women and men of good deeds, financial wills, heirs , war 
and mobilized troops indeed.
A blow to it all, the young, the old, the rich,  the poor, the working, the unemployed… the 
skilled, the unskilled, our service members and our vets as well as some committee bills, 
but mostly the future of America’s youth…. onto a system of restructuring wages and for 
some of us enduring exploitation to make up for the loop.
Ranking 27th, Lower five, a time for the nation to realize, status quote can be no more for 
the circle is full and it has closed.
The future is your vote like a Clef Sign on the staff and the rest will flow like a great 
symphony from the past  , yet to be numbered because it’s not the last and the people’s 
opera will take the stage…we will restore the two decade old history page.
To participate, to live, to fight for the already established route, come one, join all, rally 
and acknowledge your rights. 

Copyright@2010by Carrie M. Love-atkins



 


 



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Coming Out Of The Closet


Coming Out Of The Closet?

Across this country, there’s more people 
“coming out of the closet.”
Any sense of a Godly direction.  
They’ve seemed to have “lost it.”

Often talking about their life. And are not ashamed…
Often bringing dishonor to God’s holy name.

Perhaps “going back into the closet,” 
is where you need to be.
And think for a minute….Where you’ll spend eternity.

God is still God.  He is righteous but also holy and just.
He asks all to give him our heart.  
Our obedience.  And trust!

Perhaps in the closet .    A time of seeking God should be spent.
A time to have fellowship...   A time to repent.

During this time you can spend with God….  
And HIM alone.
Asking him to bring  peace, 
hope and love into your home.

This closet can give you a “quiet time.”  A time “to be still.”
A time to seek God.  And to do his will.

May you allow your heart, toward HIM
 to be yielded and broken.
And time to meditate on  some of the 
words that he’s spoken.

If it’s the closet that you truly want to come out.
You can tell everyone:  ”Jesus IS what life is about!”

Allow HIM to cleanse and make you whole within…
As his blood cleanses you and takes away every sin!

Spending time with God…  You’ll be glad you did.
His abundance and overcoming life…  He’ll freely give!

God wants to be with you.  By a “divine appointment.”
Experience his life changing power, and a GODLY enjoyment!

By Jim Pemberton


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It's Tax Time Cinquain

                                                              taxes
                                                       financial charge
                                                      direct or indirect
                                                exacted by our legislate
                                                              body


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They Don't Love Us Anymore

Jamaica was always known for cultivating 
the brightest and the best,
Academically, most scholars soared through
all their tests,
Our Island provided warmth and beauty,
Yet, the music of the modern generation
has tarnished our reputation,
Most, think of us as gun slingers, drug
dealers and vagabonds,
Our women are viewed as piranhas on
the run,
Through advertisements and word of mouth
Jamaican men are viewed as abusers or elusive
Baby Daddies or hustlers who cruise around in caddies,
They don't love us anymore,
The hate shows as they cleverly try to shove us through the doors,
concocting crimes and airs of suspicion,
Being a Jamaican has become a whirlwind
of negative labels such as aggression, crimanalism and drug running,
They never tell the real stories how the other half lives,
They don't love us anymore, so they would rather show
our lives hanging from the ballads or on the skids.


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Is America Leaving God Far Behind


America is being destroyed from perversion within. As it’s people indulge in wickeness and sin. The moral fabric that our country once held so dear. Is now beginning to dissappear. Many judges seek to remove God from our land. Traditional marriage... many don't understand. From the neighbor’s house to the college dorms, Perversion is legal in so many forms. Our money reads: “in God we trust.” Many are addicted to perversion and lust. Nothing of God seems to be sacred anymore. While his judgement draws close to our nation’s door. This so called “freedom” that many have “enjoyed,” Is causing our great country to be destroyed. America must heed the Savior’s call, Only God can give true freedom to all. HIS word is our country’s true foundation. Without him in our lives... we’re doomed as a nation! By Jim Pemberton


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weath on worthy ground

does a rich man sink
with his fellow citizens when
his native land sinks,

OR does he move to
a more promising country
with his abundance?

fellow citizens,
rich men find worthy ground
for their wealthiness


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No One Can Win This Fight

We are sitting on the edge of the world
Watching the beginning of the end unfurl
As we kill each other in a terrible fight
Over deciding which peaceful religion is right

We are not willing to forgive those who don’t believe in our all forgiving God
When rights are taken away from those who live different than us we stand up and applaud
We say God created man in his image – but only those men who are like me
And we simply refuse to learn lessons from our too scarred history

The morally corrupt wish to legislate morality
We want to erect a barricade around the land we call free
Politicians say, “Stop casting stones at us, while I lob my grenades your way
Don’t do as I do, but do as I say”

On each side of the fence we scream, “Mankind is on a terrible decline
But that is because of your way of living and not because of mine”
We simply cannot see the world from anybody else’s eyes
We have lost the ability to sympathize

Every dominant civilization eventually comes to an end
And a whole new set of absolute truths start settling in
The sirens of warning now echo through our world at night
When will we ever learn, no one can win this fight?


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Right to Knowledge

Dare to question madness 
Valiant, ever courageous 
Interrogate absurdity 
What you find vexatious 

Never refuse to face 
Unyielding resistance 
Stay true to your beliefs 
Remain ever consistent 

If there is a price to pay 
For the right of knowledge 
And the use of that thereof 
Say no to mental bondage 

What truly does define 
Collection of the facts 
Information that you gather 
And how it does impact 

Is unrelenting bravery 
In the face of adversity 
At whatever cost to you 
Refusing intellectual depravity 

Does pride have a scholar 
Possessing an education 
A wealth of information 
Yet lacking determination? 

To who do we really owe 
Development and progress 
Corrections of miscalculations 
And errors now behind us? 

The ones who stood firm 
And fixed in their direction 
Unswayed by obstruction 
Deserving of reflection 

Those we often praise 
The ones we often admire 
Are those who've attained 
Achievement of desires 




Camille Rose Castillo 2011


Inspired by: Expelled: No Intelligence Allowed 




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Left Right Center

Left, right center.
In this contest, I will enter.
Any thoughts that come to mind.
About the world we've come to find.

I have opinions about opinions.
That people freely spew.
I reallly don't appreciate.
That they think they have that right to do.

An issue here, an issue there.
It's not a wonder I just stare.
Just what do we hope to accomplish.
When nothing happens when we make a wish.

Politically speaking is a foolish game.
Most pundits I know just seem kinda lame.
What ever direction you tend to lean.
Try to be kind, don't be mean.


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Victim of the system

Victims of circumstance, sick sins a certain glance into a man morality. 
Which wil work in advance for our children given a chance 2 think for themselves. 
I lurk entranced my hurt enhanced by the very mention of no u can't,
Gotta stay positive, wen in france!
Criminal intent with subliminal insence. Sex in the air, a minimal event. 
A miracle is sent. Don't mean to be synical but this intrical event has lost its purity but my cylindrical sense has brought me full circle on this tyranical trend.
Grip the situation the power of manipulation has preceeded this titavation. 
An invitation to my inspiration on this hour an integration like mutation its time to proceed with mutalition. Futile!? Patince. Demonstration of concentration all it takes?...
Please believe I'm a man of reprieve. Mind went walkies im on the retrieve finally recieved? we being decieved on a bigger scale than u'd ever believe, relieved on the day tis concieved; breathe a deep sigh like oh good grief, teeth any opinion i dare 2 reach...


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Trailblazer

Allow me the autonomy
Of innovative spirit
Don’t undermine potential
My purpose, don’t inhibit

Don’t hinder my endeavors
Nor interrupt progression
Be mindful of my right
To meaningful expression

Don’t try to nail my wings
Unjustly to the floor
Don’t stifle my ambition
I earnestly implore

Through fiery determination
I’ll pursue my intuition
With acute awareness
I'll inspire new tradition

Though the odds be great
Against what I believe
Through blazing perseverance
The impossible I’ll achieve

Camille Rose Castillo 2011



Camille Rose Castillo 2011

In recognition of all those throughout history who relentlessly pursued their goals in spite of overwhelming academic, social or professional opposition and oppression. 





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Seasoned

We boomers, as our generation’s called,
have lived through two seasons, considered great,
during which our values were overhauled --
The Summer of Love and Autumn of Hate.
Both brought us together and gave us hope.
In the face of injustice, both were staged --
the first, a celebration with free dope,
the other a tragedy that enraged.
We were innocent in ‘Sixty-Seven;
we saw world violence and were appalled.
Our attitudes changed by Nine-Eleven;
we sought revenge, though we were shocked and galled.
While Winter of War passes, may we find
The Spring of Renewal and peace of mind.


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The Root Cause

Fear is running rampant throughout our great nation
Some fearing guns; some that they’ll be taken
The battle line is being drawn quite bold and quite wide
With propaganda being spread full of lies from both sides

Such contempt and mistrust has infested this society
Contributing to the root cause of the problem I see
Children witness venom and hatred in the stances we take
Making matters even worse – of that you should make no mistake

We have lost the ability to compromise for sake of the greater good
Shake some sense into both sides – I only wish that I could
Meanwhile nothing is being done for the situation to improve
Instead the adversarial sides are being stubbornly rude

For the sake of the victims is there nothing we can do
To get both sides together and from this problem pull through?


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Global Inequity

Let's acknowledge the reality
Of caustic global inequity
Let's look injustice in the eye
And carefully plot its demise

Let's rise ever trenchant
Unwavering and consistent
Let's lay to rest disparity
For the sake of all humanity 

~Camille Rose Castillo 2011


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The Return Of Our Masters

When the masters came breathing superiority
We became curious servants
They ruled us, they exploited us, they planted us
We cried, we laughed
They humiliated us, they enlightened us
We moan, we learn
And when they left because we clamoured
We celebrated freedom
Suddenly appear the masters again
But from among us
They redefine freedom in their context
And we hate freedom
They console us in harsher terms
And we become inconsolable
They exploit us until they extricate us
We mourn, we endure
They promise us the heavens, but in our dream
We see it fulfil
The dividends of our treasure they apportion to us
And in our grave, we recieve them
They offer us their acquired knowledge
But we clamour for transparency
They teach us the song of independence
On our lips they turn dirge
They speak the language of Democracy
And we discern Oligarchy
They teach us the principle of Federation
But the totalitarian version
If our former masters had not gone
We might have been taught better
We might have known better
We might have fared better
But with the return of our superfine masters
We are less than servants


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The New World

Hearts dripping deadly little lies
Even the heroes did not survive
The sins that trickled from the web
The dust of our worth now all that’s left

A reference to the shallow depths
Sneaking through as the cities slept
Riddles and chaos flirt unseen
Our earth now sinking into this dream

Despair for all that now remains
A glowing abyss we cannot name
The darkness closer every day
The heroes that rise are lead astray

Newborn rejoice for all they’ve known
Going so far as to call it home
They dance upon the graves of truth
As coldness lays claws upon our youth

The spirit brazen to have survived
The nightmare now shaking some to life
These twice-born children wake alone
This world of monsters is not their home


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Politicians' Love Affairs

Politicians' love affairs.

What do they tell us?

Vote for them?


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one face

serenade me 
with the antiquities of our lost youth
bring me absolution
lay down
baring our bodies our souls
to the heaven's judgment
ah yes we have sinned
we have sinned horribly
witnessed genocide
all we did was sit by
all we could do was cry
we became jaded
the clarity gave to us in youth faded
are these signs of times to come
a future where we all have only one face
the same face
the only face we wear in public
toxic fumes from our divine intervention rotting our lungs
war's left over waste
homes torn apart broken hearts
trying to make amends
losing the fight
leaving us all with one face the same face  (C)MJR 2009


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I Don't Care

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Entry For
Dane Ann Smith - Johnson's Contest
Lights Out
G.L. All

                                        

                                        

                                        
                                        
                                        
                                        
                                         


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Oblivious

I look around me
no one in this world see the way I see.
I live my life without worries
I live carefree
Oblivious to the world
I live in a fantasy
where no one can touch me.
All around me is moving
I stand still and dream.
Dream of a life that is unreal
or so it may seem.
Society is so unforgiving
some might say for this reason
life is not worth living.
Who cares what society believes of me
I am free to live my fantasy.
Life is so much better
when you don't realize 
how unfair this world can be.
Mothers just trying to provide and dying on the streets.
What kind of world do we live in today
This world is evil
and must change somehow someway.
So until that day
I can live my fantasy
and believe that this world is better 
than what my eyes see.


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Jumbo

New York’s mayor wants to ban
The sale of jumbo drinks.
This will cure obesity,
At least that’s what he thinks.

Those who guzzle sweet iced tea
Or soda by the gallons
Never thought they’d have to hide
From Mayor Bloomberg’s talons.

It’s a bit Big Brotherish,
For putting into law
A bill to limit what we drink
Can stick in someone’s craw.

I’m conflicted – though I know
These drinks can make you fat,
Government should not control
Our choice to get like that.

People most affected by
A strong, humongous thirst
Will simply buy two smaller drinks 
And Bloomberg will get cursed.

As freedom slowly fades away,
It causes me to think;
And though I’ll use a smaller cup,
I really need a drink!


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Crimson Hopes and Dreams

I’ve watched the soldier give, crimson blood,
heroic sweat, and fallen comrade tears.
I’ve pondered at the ignorance of society whose,
stated they’ve wasted days, months and years.

I’ve seen our soldiers suffer, for a mission others
now see as being in selfishness vain.
I’ve watched as humanity snubs the truth;
our troops are ferocious and brutally insane.

I’ve observed our blanket of freedom, now sport
vast ragged holes and tears at the seams.
I’ve witnessed the fraying of Liberty, which our
soldiers delivered thru crimson hopes and dreams.

I’ve viewed the injured and disabled, now home
after serving their country honorably.
I’ve grasped societies notion, the troops are
now merely a number like me.


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start producing

while congresmmen are bickering,
Americans are appealing:
stop the gridlock, start producing!


Details | I do not know? | |

A Meter of Hope

We are as we do and nothing more

A meter of hope
A cry to the wicked

Soldiers march to the heartstrings of war

Madness broken by human will
Human nature broken by the insanity of repetition

Millions die for the sake of statistics

Hungry souls devour what they're given

Politicians speak of equality
Some are shot for the sake of truth... and secrecy

The sorrow of our cycle speaks volumes to the children who live in today

We are as we do and nothing less


(Entered in the conest: Politically Educated, Christopher Stones)


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Be-traeus

The C.I.A. guy spilled the beans,
Quite possibly, in bed.
He should have stuck to sharing secrets
With his wife instead.

Since national security
Might really be at stake,
He had to quit when they found out,
For who can trust a snake?

Advice to all philanderers:
You shouldn’t take a chance
Of blabbing news that’s classified
When you’ve removed your pants!


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home sweet turmoil

troops are returning
to a country in turmoil
with its debt ceiling


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Big Brother

I’m resistant
i don’t agree
they’re persistent
don’t let em’ take me.
i’m an asset to my location
i’m far from abrasive
double think your taking
and keep me in the equation.
something doesn’t smell right 
i can tell so tonight 
let me live
like I’m the only one 
alive in this sunlight.

keep your paper work…

…this just won’t work

tax with actual work
keep gold in the earth
(for what it’s worth
you won,
but I say you lied to me
in a fair world, I won
this brother to sibling rivalry.)


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This Thanksgiving Day


During this time known as Thanksgiving Day. I hope you'll give thanks and pray. A prayer of thanks for everything God has given. He has blessed us in the way we've been livin'! Our country is blessed like no other. God has supplied our "bread and butter." He's given us the freedom, we've all enjoyed. Be thankful for your food, home and being employed. For those who've endured hardship... Thank God too! It's no secret how much he loves YOU! We find in the Bible... God clearly said; "I've never seen the righteous forsaken, Nor their children begging for bread." Thanks be to Jesus, for his love, mercy and grace. And for making my heart, "his special place." I am blessed and thankful to Jesus indeed. He's given me salvation and supplies my every need. I thank God for this special day in November. Thanksgiving is a day... I will always remember! By Jim Pemberton


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LOVE ON DEATH LINE

I have not eaten today,
But my heart is filled
Not hungry of affection.
I had a fill of you last night
A fill of you for a life time

All around us are walking corpses
Corpses of political disregard
Humans of no nations
Even when they are bona-fide citizens
Your blood and mine flows in them

The government abhors the poor
Feeds them with empty promises
Shoves them through the door
They pay the bills
For social amenities they can’t find
Pay taxes for their castles 
Government built in the air
But we know their ancestors
Filthy dogs eating from the king’s crumbs
No; Lets not unknot the knot
Soon a messiah might heed us

In heaven’s book of life,
I heard the poor names are there
In here’s book of life
It is deleted.
Thus, in your head,
Lays your kingdom and glory 
Get rich or die trying
Or; be their poor and keep sulking.

Well, like them I saw… 
I have not eaten
Flesh gone weak to skeleton
Nevertheless, 
The solitude of love within
Keeps me living; I am breathing
But I am moving,
Towards your direction
I see your beam

I feel new
When I see you
From my heart 
Seeps through the rays of the sun
Its fun; this love on death line
We survived the genocide
We survived the war
We survived love
We survived us
I love you too.

This poem is dedicated to the abused tribes of Rwanda and Nigeria during their respective civil wars resulting in near human annihilation. Though time has passed, we still feel your pains chilling our bones. The survivors.


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Question

Why didn’t you say something
as your eyes bathed him in malcontent
drowning truth with your silence
too disgusted to vent
You walked right past him
like a stranger in a crowd
immune to his excuses
lying in shroud
Was his face worn by guilt
or just weary for love
reaching for compassion
bruised by your shadow above
Did he hurt you
like so many had before
demeaning you with his presence
unworthy of yours
Did he apologize
that fateful day at your feet
begging for your forgiveness
because he’s homeless in the streets


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A Lie or Not

if George Washington 
never told a lie, neither has
Anthony Weiner


Details | I do not know? | |

For Mother Teresa

For Mother Teresa

to see...

the clarity of beauty between the murky folds of life

to see...

the simple truths of living
between the horror and the endless strike

to see...

the innocent smiles of the children at play
while the elder preach hate and division and continue to slay

to see...

the endless yearning for that simpler better place
away from the hollow emptiness of this ostentatious space

to see...

the open vistas of this pale blue dot
the soft reds and fruity greens as this home is all we have got

to see...

the tears of the dispossessed who have been cruelly cast aside
and while we look the other way from their tears we may never hide

to see...

the endless hunger and despair and killing and greed
in the name of God or of ideology or of some or the other creed

to see...

and to see it all

and still stand tall

to hold on to the humanity

that resides deep within us all

may be our only saving grace

and though all of this sounds quaint and saccharine sweet

I need to remember all that I've said

the next time I look into a teary-eyed desolate face

to see...

that being human is simple if we only look beyond ourselves and see

that we are all one, him and her and them and us and you and me...



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I am Man


When those words are spoken, written, to be a man or not,
Buzz says the bee, to discover what is he?
When the vortex of brains come calling all to reveal plots,
On dripping lips with open mouths that are caves of echoes, opened with skeleton 
keys,
The makeup of a man with gray and white matter speaking to him,
Seats of consciousness much more grandeur than the largest auditorium,
Fleshy pods of minds, bodies, and souls, that are glass snakes with broken penis 
limbs,
Regeneration of anger, hate, sorrow, despair, and love trapped in the hearts 
sunless atrium,
Driving on streets with war bonnets making exchanges with Julius Cesear in the 
passenger seat,
Boxing wrongs reminding us that we are men, and men we are,
Love letters from Sappho, slapping vulnerability, and veneered with eroticized heat,
Ermine men with life lessons spitting out the memories of nightmares,
Graveyards of bones with worm infested skulls, and dreams at rest,
 To be a man in life, to be a man in death, here, and there, he must live or die the 
noblest. 


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CONDEMNED DISCIPLES

We strive to live as though we’re in heaven –
a state of continuous joy and bliss –
complaining about news at eleven
that tells us about things that are amiss.
We don’t concern ourselves with others’ plights,
except through seasonal contribution.
We don’t want to be troubled by their fights;
we’ll wring our hands only in ablution.
And even the causes that we support
We back by giving our voice to a blog
or following, like a favorite sport,
convictions of our chosen demagogue.
Nothing on Earth can change the opinions
we hold onto like contented minions.


Details | I do not know? | |

Burnt Tongue

I'm so happy that you can yell at everyone
I'm so happy that you can express youself
I'm so happy that this world isn't what you expected
I'm just so parched  that your so high up on your horse

And now I'm mad, now I'm sad, now I just dont understand
Why you care about two people fallin in love
Why you care if I drink or if I do drugs

I just wanna scream into your eyes
Make you realize that what you say isn't always right
Now right and wrong, it's all opinion
Black and white, yes I think they deserve, to be colors too
So how about me and you, is there any truth
You cant change the world with one voice if the tongue is burned

I'm so happy that you can climb a mountain high
I'm so happy that you think its my job to be the wife
Yeah I'm so happy that your such a hypocrit
I'm so grateful for you to tell me lies

And now I'm mad, now I'm sad, now I just dont understand
Why its your job to fix us all
And preach your words to a raging band
Someday you will see 
That there is more than just degree
In this world that we praise peace
Peace is lost in the sea


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Here Take My Seat

<                                          Racial      Segregation
                                             One         Nation

                                              Why   Oh   Why
                                              Did   King  Try
                                              

                                              Right   Or   Wrong
                                              Everyone   Belongs

                                        
                                              Black     Or   White
                                              Put        Up   Fight

                                   
                                               Americian    Made
                                               Blood          Gave

                                              


                                                Share        Wealth
                                                Spare        Health


                                                 Rosa         Parks

                                                 She   Did   Bark




Entry For
Adeleke Adeite's
African Attitude

                                               

                                                   

                                                  

                               


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Untitled #318 / The uniter

“I’m a uniter,
not a divider”
Hah! He unites Americans
in their contempt of him!


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Are We Trying To Get Rid Of God

Are We Trying To Get Rid Of God?

Why is our country trying to remove 
God from “everything?”
Do we think about the consequences this will bring?

Our early fathers looked to him for a “moral direction.”
But now we’re burdened down 
with “political correction.”

When our country’s leaders signed the constitution…
They had no idea this paper would cause so much “confusion.”

As many judges have torn any “moral fabric” all apart…
It’s like they’ve placed a knife into this country’s heart!

Remove God from our buildings and our schools…
“Anything goes” by man’s interpretations and rules!

Take away the ten commandments from our land.
We are quickly drifting into a “spiritual quicksand.”

What are people looking for in this
 life they’ve been given?
No wonder so many are “mixed up” 
in the way they’re livin’!

Once the Bible is removed as this country’s moral guide…
We’ve since gone down a very steep “slippery slide!”

I’m here to tell you that God is our only answer and hope!
He’s the answer to the many on drugs and dope!

He’s the answer to every problem that “ails you.”
He is God!  He is powerful and will never fail you!

He’s the one we must look to in a hopeless situation.
He’s the answer to every person in this great nation!

By Jim Pemberton


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My Hero

Everyone has a personal hero,
they look up to and adore.
Firefighters, Police Officers
even comic character galore!

Look at our Doctors and Nurses,
who selflessly save our lives.
Or at the unselfish husbands,
who idolize their beautiful wives.

What of our Social Workers who
help children who are in need.
And our wonderful teachers,
who help our children to succeed.

The world has so many heroes,
all worthy of their title indeed.
My hero is the American Soldier,
who ensures that we all are free.

He doesn’t ask for much, nor does
he require a throne to sit upon.
Just an ounce of true appreciation,
is all he needs to bravely carry on.

My hero will fight for causes that
we as some Americans see wrong.
My hero will go away from home,
to a place where he doesn’t belong.

He doesn’t do this for fame or money,
or for a promotional value to obtain.
He does it for this great nation and
all of us dwelling within this domain.

So you see my hero may not be classy,
or wear a tailored suit for all to see.
My hero is loyal and dedicated so all
of us will remain forever FREE!!!!


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THESE STATES UNITED - PART II

How someone like you 
 
and me
 
could ever be
 
this forever free

Never say never

Ever
 
Oh say, can you see
 
this valiant righteous fight
 
of the tiny 13
 
against the giant gorgeous gallant might
 
of the Royal Crown
 

into that last gleaming
 
fluorescent
 
effortlessly seeming
 
twilight 
 
as American soldiers fell
 
and died
 
and their women 

and Lady Liberty

rang the bell
 
and cried
 
screaming
 
and the little ones 
 
so sound asleep
 
nestled in their bed
 
so peacefully dreaming
 
whilst their King 

while their King lay dead
 

Hear his deep voice echo over and over in your head
 
You remember what he said
 
You remember what he said
 
You remember what he said
 
You remember what he said

You remember what he said

You remember what he said
 
You remember what he said
 
You remember what he said
 
You remember what he said

You remember what he said

You remember what he said

You remember what he said
 
as you lay there
 
missing and yearning
 
teaching and learning
 
freezing and burning
 
and tossing and turning
 
battledrums slow and become tribal
 
Yes, you too, remembers what he said:
 
"It is impossible to rightly govern a nation without God and the Bible"


 
So trumpeters blew and told 

their story
 
the drumboys rolled
 
out Old Glory
 
My God behold
 
Watch Old Glory
 
so dignified
 
unfold
 
Stars and Stripes 
 
thus signified

an Independence newfound
 

on Sacred, Sacred, Splendid, Sacred, Holy ground
 
Kneeling at ground Zero
 
Never forget
 
My, your, Our forgotten Hero

Ole' Father George pause and take a good look around
 
Ole' Father George steal the stars 
 
just this once

just in between
 
the glare of royal red rockets
 
and hand them to
 
the mighty 13
 
and the red stripes so soaked with blood
 
from our beloved Mother
 
across the pond

Sons no more, oh no, Mother 
 
There isn't any other
 

It’s me now - your new younger brother

Just passing through

the bright white rays of sunlight
 
into the big bold box of navy blue
 
into starry starry nights
 
Ole' Father George, our hopes ignited
 
Your legs so weary
 
Our dreams excited
 
Thank you, Ole' Father George
 
Thank you, God
 
God Bless These States United




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False Prophets and True Hope

When searching you must take care
The answer is always out there

Even if it’s not what you are
It's ok it’ll only leave a scar

The truth hurts when it can’t justify
Everything you’ve done and you’re forced to ask why

Take comfort in the thought 
That you probably won’t be caught

God is watching everyone
You can’t be judged because you’ve already won

Religion is your veil
Subject the naïve and you’ll never fail

What would Jesus do,
If he were you?

Would he still be a martyr then?
Or would he be a footnote amongst the hearts of men?

It is our ambitions,
That can solve our ambitious contradictions

The problems we face
Are ours to erase

God only measures as high
As your will to survive


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Jesus MUST Be Our Foundation

All across this great nation..… It seems we lack a solid foundation! As God is tossed out of government and schools. It seems like just about anything rules! Even a symbol of a cross seems to offend. “How dare we call God a friend?” Where are the Godly principles this nation needs? As the heart of this nation continually bleeds. Not many seem to care anymore. As more ungodliness comes ashore! No wonder many people don't know what to believe. A lifestyle of lying, drugs and sex is what they achieve. In many lives, there’s no "moral boundary." Many carrying a lot of "dirty laundry." To those of you who want satisfaction and victory too... There is a "moral compass" that's freely offered to you! This "moral compass," is God's word!. it’s needed in this nation! It speaks of God’s love and his gift of salvation! If you find life is filled with emptiness, with no true meaning. It's in the direction of Jesus that you need to be leaning! You don't have to live in despair and defeat! Jesus' grace and love will make you complete! By Jim Pemberton


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Involuntary Retirement

Our world is embarking on a destination
that is odd and strange, everyone has
learned to fear age,

Corporations are obssessed with youthfulness
and the ability to be cute,

They are shoving capable people down the
garbage chute,

"Involuntary Retirement" is what it is silently 
called, the intelligent are overwhelmed and 
appalled, because the victims are being replaced
with people who lack quality and have no taste,

But as long as they are young and virile,
Good people are laid out to pasture as if
they were waste,

Why does our society abhor aging gracefully?
Is it because they are so desperately trying
to please "the establishment" and the advertisers
who are ardent worshippers of youngsters with fluff
and trimming, yet beneath the surface they are
shallow and clueless?


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Babylon

Words hold the meaning that we assign them
Ever since the fall of the tower .....


Babylon
Ancient land of mysteries solved
and shared
Where collective mind 
cast away the shadow of doubt.

Creative thought 
held siege by the Jealous Gods of war
and retribution
Zeus
Appolo
Yeshua


A hundred times, babylon fell
to the Kassites, the Assyrians, 
She fell 
and was re-built by Nebuchadnezzar   
The hanging gardens, of Eden
her fruit of art and music
flowed through deserts
with the sweet wine of Bacchus
intoxicating all in her pleasure. 

In the aftermath of the great feast
they awoke to find
The Persian army stationed amidst them
having walked through the river
and under the walls.  
Order reform, separation. 
corruption deterioration
Dust to dust.
till
Alexander the Great
wooed her alive again.. 
Babylon
dancing through gardens, libraries, 
markets, travel and trade
musicians, poets and playwrights 
came again to sing praises of her beauty.
With his death 
she fell
pawed apart by the feuding decay of his bureaucrats.
Babylon, death and rebirth..

Now she lies beneath the sands, 
beneath the waters of the Euphrates 
A camel ride south of Bagdad
where the tanks and shells of many lands
shake the ancient tower down.

Hammurabi’s code still stands
shattered into a million languages.

Right is right
and Law is Law.


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I Am Your President and King for Life

I play golf as much as I can
while still thinking of my fellow man 

I haven’t figured out the economy
because it puzzles me
still no recovery with the things I’ve done
oh well what the hell
as long as you can see my good intentions an I tried 
that is what is most important to me

I’ve been accused of telling lies 
how you figured me out that is a surprise
all of my promises I make don’t come true
I count on ABC, CBS & NBC to protect and cover my ass
and help me fool all of you

my enemies claim that I and my administration
 are corrupt with scandals through and through
I challenge any of you to prove your wild allegations it if you can good luck 

millions of people are out of work
Republicans keep saying I’m a jerk
to many people were working anyway
now they have more time to play
thanks to me and my socialist policy

I'm not a Christian but I do pray to my god Allah everyday
America’s been the leader of the free world for too long 
it’s time we sing a different song
leading from behind is the song I sing
taking America down a notch or two is my thing
is what I believe I need to do

the military is to strong I believe that is wrong
that’s why I apologize every chance I get
for America’s atrocities as I see fit

when I Barack Hussein Obama was elected president
I was very very much surprised
because I never ever did anything to pay my dues
I was so unqualified I still don’t understand
how I was able to fool all of you 

some of my constituents say I'm a narcissist
that is true now so let me salute all of you with my middle finger

all of my perks are great and life style to
playing golf and basketball is what I love to do
while the worlds troubles are in chaos boohoo

flying around in a great big plane
and living in a big mansion that's insane
but my wife still loves to complain
and all the millions of dollars I am able to
hide away for a rainy day

all the people around me 
tell me every day how great I am
playing at President is the job for me
you may now get on your knee to worship me 

I believe I have become a King you may also kiss my Muslim ring
those of you who disagree with me
and decide to take a pass then you can all kiss my black ass
Written by Dennis Davis
June 16th 2014




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God's Definition of Marriage


God designed marriage as the real thing!
Anything less, is what a counterfeit brings!

His concept of one man and woman is very real.
He’s not interested in bowing to “man’s appeal.”

His court of justice rings very loud and clear!
The truth of his word shall NEVER disappear!

You can look in Genesis and it is found!
He created Adam from the dust of the ground!

He designed Eve from one of his ribs!
They were joined together as  both lived!

He didn’t need a constitution to know “their rights.”
He gave them HIS WORD as their guiding light!

Satan has been trying to pervert what God created!
This is a truth.  And need not be debated!

We have cheapened the value of the marriage institution!
And have added needless 
chaos and confusion!

Through the Bible, one husband and wife are taught!
Unless you want to live in Sodom, as did Lot!

Ungodly perversions take many forms and kinds.
And it soon piles up garbage into our minds!

“What God has put together.” 
 “Let no man put asunder.!”
Many ideas of “marriage,” is a total blunder!

One man and one woman is what God ordained in Eden.
It was Adam and Eve.  
Not Adam and Steven!

The choices in life are yours!  And yours alone!
Who is going to be the Lord, of your heart and home?

By Jim Pemberton  


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Press one for English

Oh - I'll press 1 for English but I cringe every time
They ought to be speaking good English like mine
Old Davy Crockett fought the Mexican rabble 
So we wouldn't have to put up with that Spanish babble
We pushed all the Spaniards back south of the border
So this country could get its self back to some order
We even built fences to keep them all out
So what's all this "press 1 for English" thing all about
Old "Duke" - he's American all through and through
When asked to "press 1" I ask what would Duke do
But I know it's not up to old Duke or me
In this day and age we must all be PC
So I'll press 1 for English but cringe every time
They ought to be speaking good English like mine!

Mdailey
11/21/07

I received a picture of John Wayne with the caption – “Now just why in the Hell do I 
have to press 1 for English.  This touched off a poem that led to its translation to 
both Spanish for our southern border and French for the Northern border.  I posted 
this following the discovery of another poem on PS under the same title.


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The Bill of Rights, Part I

The Bill of Rights was ratified
by citizens in these states,
But, see, now there is a problem
Today, it’s the world we face.
There are ten things Gov. cannot do,
They are spelled out for everyone.
For now, these rights are set in stone.
Let’s review them, one by one.

The right to worship where you dare
is the Number One protection.
Arab, Jew or the Satanist;
Free from undo persecution.
But when their Gods tell them to kill
we will hunt the sinners down.
We’ll even fight in foreign lands
and bomb them into the ground.

It also says to speak your mind!
It was next on Jefferson’s slate.
But, please, don’t utter the wrong words,
No obscenities from your crate.
Burn a flag and we don’t care,
The Supreme Court said one day.
Even fools deserve a voice.
But, in schools, you cannot pray.

Freedom of press is mighty nice
Till Paparazzi track you down.
How does the First Amendment
Let them treat you like a clown?
If the press is wrong, you can sue
But infrequently will you win.
The Courts have said, time and again,
Their mistakes we will pardon.

The right to gather we do have.
Thank the Gods they put this in.
Just make the choice of time and place
And let the world see you win.
Protest someone’s execution,
Say CNN and Fox News,
We will ask you stupid questions
And take shots from different views.

Right to Bare Arms is Number Two
NRA says that’s a FACT now.
Our founding fathers never saw
An SMG shot at a cow.
If they had, I truly think,
They’d be completely horrified.
A change of minds you’d see so fast,
‘less, of course, they’re petrified.

Militia is a good idea.
Let’s secure the federation.
Please don’t shoot the officers
When they come for regulation.
You’ll only see the FBI
If you buy weapons banned,
Or if you brainwash members
To take poison from your hand.

Number Three? No GIs in home:
Not at peace, nor if at war.
Unless the Houses pass a law
Proposed by a senator.
But even with that stupid law
We will ask before we do.
Forefathers said we surely must
Just don’t expect us to pay you.


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The Bill of Rights, Part II

No illegal search and seizure
Says amendment Number Four
Probable cause necessary
Before we break down your door.
The warrant spells out what they search,
Describing things they will seize.
So hide them where you know they won’t
Go to the judge, and say, “Please.”

Number Five’s an uncommon gem
It says we won’t take your life
Without due process of the law,
Or by talking to your wife.
Testimony from yourself, and
Oh, yeah, double jeopardy,
Will never be responsible
For removing liberty.

We will not take your property
For a bridge or a highway.
Not without compensating you
But, please, stay out of the way.
We’ll never pay you what it’s worth,
Nor what the market will bear.
We shall pay you what we think’s right
And so what if it’s not fair?

So now we come to Number Six:
Speedy trial for you and me.
Impartial juries we will have
‘Less the press first runs the story.
We will inform you of the crime
They think you have committed.
And let you confront eyewitness
And a lawyer, not dim witted.

So here we are, now at Seven,
But this one’s kind of dicey.
It’s about the common law,
And the cost of controversy.
The courts have set some precedents
From the beginning to this year
So put this one from your mind, but
Don’t let lawyers know your fear.

Punishment cruel, or excessive
Is listed in Number Eight.
High bails and fines not imposed
Except in a crime of hate.
This allows a sentence of death
When combined with Number Five.
So, while stoning is a no, no.
Injection can take your life.

The rights for you, herein displayed
Shall not be the only item.
Number Nine says it right clear
Other rights are not denied ‘em.
This simply means, to you and me,
We’re somewhat free, to a point.
Beware of our society
For they say no to that joint.

This now brings us to Number Ten
About powers left on the rack.
If it’s not stated by this doc
States, and people, take up the slack.
The constitution delegates
Power to the three branches.
But if they overstep these bounds
Beware election chances.


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This Fourth Of July


This 4th Of July To my fellow Americans, during this 4th of July. I have a thought.. . Here's why… When we salute our flag ever so grand. Our country's foundation is sinking in "quicksand." This is because. From God... We're way "off course." Driven by lust, greed and an "immorality force ." Our ungodly government continues to rule. Anything of God has been removed from the school. We hear of "separation of church and state." Anything of God... Many people seem to hate! America! Listen to what this message is about! Everything of God is slowly being taken out! We must return to Jesus!... He gives true freedom indeed!. The truth word of God’s . Our country must read! Living for God is worth the cost! Without HIM... America is forever lost! By Jim Pemberton


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In Our Own Galaxy

We walked to a place far away.

 

A new galaxy of passion and spirituality.

 

He gathered a bed of stars, so that I could shine above the earth.

 

He made the moon our mirror of life.

 

He gave me everything I never dreamed.

 

It was larger than imagination.

 

No pain. No sorrow. No distractions. Just actions.

 

Aligning the planets in an orderly fashion. We made love.

 

Deep in my soul is where he planted a seed.

 

Who said that man and man couldn't build this masterpiece.

 

Goddesses of Beauty, Gods of Seas.

 

I know now how it feels to exalt within their realm.

 

He made me feel superhuman.

 

I too revisited his soul the same.

 

We deceived pain. We sustained.

 

We made what is so complex, plain.

 

And the heavens will still ordain.

 

See we can never stop the rain.

 

But we can reach the clouds.

 

Because they thought our love couldn't bare the ground.

 

But we inherit the sound of thunder, the strikes of light.

 

To succeed. We live in peace. We don't Have to fight.

 

We want to be able to love. Is that a travesty?

 

But he made it all possible in our own galaxy.

 

See when he touches me he says he's tracing the constellations.

 

Signifying the trust and unity, and the dedication.

 

He says I make his moon full. Make his planets orbit.

 

How could a world so FREE think of that as morbid? Yet we absorb it.

 

Cause its been said "Ye are all gods."

 

And in our galaxy, we reign supreme.

 

Against all odds!


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Untitled #237 / Or

Or is he heartless?


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Critical Mass

It takes a critical mass
to keep a culture alive,
I once heard someone say.
Ishi was the last of his tribe
and whole civilizations
have come and gone.
The tipping point comes
when you lose your way
or someone takes it away 
from you.

George Washington,
for all his faults,
understood what torture was.
Tecumsah killed his own warrior
for torturing a white prisoner.
Our Bill of Rights was written
with an empire's abuses
in mind.

Once, these things were understood,
and despite our faults,
we were proud of who
we tried to be.

A people and its leaders
not outraged by our abuse
of others rights and bodies,
and even of our own,
has lost its critical mass
and become everything
its founders feared
that we might become.


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To Seek Results We Must First Find Them

We fight for the right to exist in masses, meanwhile the true revolution passes. 

Exactly what is the cause you support? The same community you abort?

Just like a saint that preaches heaven, but raises hell.

A hypocritical supply that meets its demands as well.

Pledging allegiance to a rainbow flag that you won't even help stand.

Its a shame. But no one will say that they are the ones to blame.

They rather look down upon, frown upon. Rather act as if they are above when it's ground level 
we all stand upon.

Have the nerve to denounce flamboyance, but we all are demanding equality.

Disgraceful barrels of arrogant oil is what overflows in the seas of our poor qualities.

You say you want to be able to marry, but you won't even tell someone you have an STD.

Yet you want the lawmakers to believe, that we can conduct ourselves as civil human beings.

I often find myself breaking down to my knees to pray, then left without words to say.

Left in a disarray. For we all need to be saved.

We say politicians are our enemies, but we should start examining within.

Start with yourself, with your surroundings, realize the definition of real friends.

In our community that word makes my soul cringe.

And that should not be. So how do we expect to have the world acknowledge our harmony?

When there is none really there to see.

Before we can get others involved, we have to invoke the power to reconstruct our OWN unity.


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Please Heal Our Nation Lord Jesus


Please Heal Our Nation Lord Jesus! It seems like many are influenced by the polls of the day. So many are curious as to what others say. Things that seemed of value, not too many years ago. Have changed the very heart Of this country’s soul. Respect for each other and God has often changed. As the “moral fabric” of this nation is being “rearranged.” A desire to serve God, many feel doesn't belong. Many can’t tell the difference between right and wrong. In spite of what many have tried to achieve. They often don’t really know what they believe. Too often, Godly morals are turned “upside down.” Encouraging a tide of evil, that can easily be found. There’s a lot of heartache happening all over this land. As many are confused and really don’t understand! Our only hope and true solution is God alone! We need to invite him in to our hearts and home! He is what’s needed in the uncertainly ahead. He is our living water and our daily bread! His principles of truth need to be our way of living! His life for our sin and failures, is what he’s giving! Please come Lord Jesus! And accept this invitation! Only you can heal and restore our great nation! By Jim Pemberton


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dented and painted

dismissively lined as "dented and painted"
protesting violence and raping of women 
those self-appointed, oh holy and sainted
can we turn another cheek and forgive them?

to relate to another with an iron-bar
to relate to another with utter disdain
to relate to another without human care
is this the civility we wish to attain?

you who are better, more worthy than other
you who are truer, in eyes of your god 
you with blood bluer than natural mother
might discern that it's you, who is flawed

sticks, or bars, or clenched fists attest
that you're no better than the rest with
casting of glances from eyes that detest
superimposed superiority is but a myth

want and ignorance are alive and strong
in all nations, so in all the world today
actually, it's been that way - all along
if we wish to civilize we must go all the way

and speak for every individual that spins
on this ball of rock that we call our home
to evolve higher form we must be, in the end
and remember, what is reaped, is what is sown

© Goode Guy 2012-12-29

http://www.npr.org/blogs/thetwo-way/2012/12/28/168224273/victim-of-brutal-rape-in-india-dies-in-singapore-hospital?ft=1&f=1001
http://www.npr.org/2012/12/28/168185857/india-gang-rape-update
http://www.npr.org/blogs/thetwo-way/2012/12/22/167879878/unprecedented-public-rage-over-gang-rape-in-india


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Don't Judge

Don't judge me if you do know zip
For facts are dressed from toe to tip
My recital you never try to read
Thence blinded and hurt by the blood they bleed.

Your animadversion plant it please
For no man is perfect or so you'll see
Why marred that angelic mug of yours?
And force to you my want to deplores?

All of us writes but a different story
Filling each with countless shame and glory
You see but an impression of my looks
And speaks to but a version of my books.

So don't judge me if you do know zip
Since bad karma might seek your lips
My recital you should try to read
Flaw lies in blood that we players feed.

Dovey Annie


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They Will Survive

They Will Survive

A small tent village
Deep in a forest at the edge of town
Men, women and children
Scrounging for food
Eating stuff that other people threw away
The people were important at one time
They cured the sick and fed the hungry
They owned homes and fancy cars
They were rich, poor and middle class
They did nothing to cause this
All they did was live their lives
Scratching an existence for the families
The world changed in an instant
One after another jobs left to Mexico
The money dried up and the stores closed
No food, water or power
Their homes were taken by the bank
Left empty because all of the credit was gone
People migrated in ever growing herds
Looking for a miracle place
With food, water and power
Instead they found a tent and a forest
Tents hidden away from a condemning world
They will survive
Even with no help they will survive
They will survive


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A RAGING CALM

Truce is but a timed peace
Given to our weary souls
Tottering guns, booming mines
Away-away with all of them.
When we tire to re-fire
Into truce we oft retire.

When friction, its poison work
Our bones shrink, our minds fail
Though this be no age’s handiwork
When victory’s but an illusion
Bought at so bloody a price
Peace! Peace! Aloud we shout.

Yet when calm comes
An alien it is…
It haunts the soul
Like some sinister ghost
Our truce... our peace they grow tense
Ready to snap at the slightest touch.


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I will rise

I will rise
from the bodies
you threw down
you wasted,
gunning down old men's dreams
and women's smiles.
I will shake the leathery hand of rejection,
and scream blue success,
until you take your last breath
and sink below.
I will earn my drum
and beat it tirelessly. 
I will rise
I will shine
I will concur.


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Are We Being Driven to God's Elimination


Are We Being Driven to God’s Elimination? In the names of diversity and anti-discrimination. It’s like we’re being driven to God’s elimination! God is being “forced” from many institutions! All in the name of this country’s constitution! We’re told that God and this country must be “separated.” Anything less is what many would call; “discriminated.” Any forms of Godly virtues or values are “torn down.” Any symbol of a cross, is often “removed from the town.” It’s no wonder that this country’s in such a big mess! And yet this country wants to be strong and blessed? “What shall the righteous do if the foundations are destroyed?” Meanwhile, the tide of ungodliness, is often “enjoyed.” Those who are trying to remove God! You must beware! His judgment is soon coming! And will catch you unaware! There’s will come a day! When God’s wrath you will endure! The wages of sin is death! This is very true and sure! People may think that removing God is the “thing to do.” Anyone who attempts to do will wind up as “a fool.” Only God can fill the void in life and true love within! Only he has the power to free your soul from sin! The words; “in God we trust,” in our lives must be applied! Everything we’ll ever need… God has supplied! God is this country’s hope! It’s only true foundation! We need HIM right now! To come and heal our nation! By Jim Pemberton


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Am I Not an American

Am I not An American?

I listen to the news
I hear all the political views
The analysts give numbers and statistics
This is all really, quite fantastic
They don’t even ask me
I don’t matter personally
I am just a statistic it seems
Insignificant in the larger scheme
I just don’t understand
Why do I live in this land?

Am I not an American?

We’re sixty five years behind the times
Our healtcare in the naiton is a crime
People die because insurance they cannot buy 
Just as the politicians why
The have all kinds of excuses
To then you and I are useless
Unless of course they want our vote
Then suddenly we are in the same boat
Why do I live in the land?
I just don’t understand

Am I not an American?

The Supreme Court said Healthcare was constitutional
But politicians are just too damn institutional
Why should they get healthcare free?
It’s a conspiracy, don’t you see
It’s that that they’re against the law
Therein lies the Congressional flaw
The institution of politics
Play cheap partisan tricks
Why am I in this land?
I just don’t understand

Am I not an American?

It won’t matter when we die
They’ll just get a vote from some other guy
Why should they care?
It just isn’t fair
Why do I live in this land?
I just don’t understand

Am I not an American?


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Eden Return

Hysterical laughter in eternity
still crying out at the hypocrisy
of life lived under the thumbs
of the oppressing ones.
Freedom they said they would give us
If we asked the king to forgive us.
and if we agree to pay tribute
they would stop the rape and loot
we didn't even know
which ones were in control
at any point in time
the fully sublime
shiftings of power
by the day and the hour
locked in the ivory tower
and away from the peasant earth digger
they had much bigger
things to accomplish, than just a pleasant life.
And all the strife they laid upon us all
was part of the fall
from dignity.
It's a pity.
Then came the mines and the factories
warriors needed to keep the keys
to the city gates in the right hands
none of us really understands
the workings of the minds that need
so badly to succeed
that life has no meaning or worth.
Even less for planet earth.
And she's dying
and no one is trying
to revive her.
Now they want to survive her
and credit card shackles still hold the debtors prison
third world vision
is incomplete
no one can compete
in world markets controlled by the elite
we are the billion feet
of the crawling beast.
and at least
we could know why we chose it.
Just suppose it
could change.
Seems strange.
But if the feet stop running the treadmill of fear
and we all held dear
what was important, sacred, the sane
would we stop acid rain?
What if our lawns became gardens all
could we reverse Edens fall?
What if our children could eat and play
from natures sweet bounty every day?
Would cancer disappear if we stopped the spray?
and left no more poison where children play?
What if we made our own industries
in each of our communities?
What if we made windmills and power the sun
we may have just begun
a revolution
that holds a solution
for our planets peace.
I release my rage at the beastly machine
that holds destruction, Pull myself from in between
the cogs of the wheel of the corporate dream
and paint a new picture in the sky.
Of streets and towns and city planning true
ways and solutions that work for me and you
and the earth's evolution could take another turn
where we do not burn
in the hell of nuclear wastelands
It will take many hands
to undo the self fulfilling prophesies of armageddon
Get on board, this train is moving. get on
with it. We all fit in the grand plan,
the saving grace of man.


Details | I do not know? | |

Mido Macia 1986 - 2013


Mido Macia 1986 - 2013


Mido Macia was a 27 year old Mozambican man, working in Daveyton near Johannesburg as a taxi-driver, who was found dead in a police cell, after police savagely dragged Mr. Macia whom they had tied to their police van.

The brutal incident of Mr. Macia being dragged was caught on camera and has shocked South Africa.

The 8 police officers involved are facing charges of murder, and have been suspended from the South African Police Service (SAPS).

This poem is an angry poem that I felt had to be written, because as a society, we need to ask ourselves and each other the hardest questions about xenophobia and intolerance and violence.





Mido Macia 1986 - 2013


Death came to Mido Macia,
a savage, brutal, hellish death came to Mido Macia.


Death came to Mido Macia,
death dressed-up in the colours of authority,
as callous, vile, sadistic policemen murdered Mido Macia.


The video-footage is blood-curdling,
Mido Macia being dragged,
his hands tied behind him,
to a police van.


But death came later to Mido Macia,
death cheered, clapped, and tore into Mido Macia.


Death came to Mido Macia,
in the cells where they murdered Mido Macia.



Death came to Mido Macia,
a fuelled, cheered-on, instigated death came to Mido Macia.


We are all culpable,
every one of us is culpable,


from racist 'jokes' emailed and texted,
to self-righteous comments about the 'foreigners',


from casual dinner-table conversations,

'they take our jobs',
'they are crooks' 
the 'they marry our women' kind of lunch-time chats,


racist, xenophobic, hate-filled talk,


to beating a human-being to death in a police cell,


or on the streets of Cape Town, Johannesburg ,

and in Daveyton,

where death came to Mido Macia.



Mido Macia 1986 - 2013




Details | I do not know? | |

The Seeds of Acceptable Hate

The Seeds of Acceptable Hate


Between the folds of faith and belief, 

tucked neatly in cushioned corners, 

lie the seeds of acceptable hate.



Through quaint pleasant rituals, 

and joyously hummed words, 

dumbed down thoughts

and dazed faces exude, 

righteous sweetness.



Belief wrapped in glistening foil, 

faith painted in gaudy colours, 

concealing the murmurs of hate, 

of embraced intolerance, 

and welcomed bigotry.



The seeds of acceptable hate flourish in damp fungal minds, 

as indifference flowers into the silence of frozen apathy, 

with blooming petals of finely measured howls of rage.



All the while the ever smiling faces beam with deep pride, 

drenched in all the pious tears they've cried.



And so it is that the viral seeds of acceptable hate 

thrive among the genteel folk that quietly gaze, 

in silence at the slow creeping of the horror.



As more seeds of hate are sown with manic zeal, 

and in the shrieking of this cowardly silence, 

the seeds of acceptable hate, 

continue to thrive, 

and to germinate.


Details | Rhyme | |

Holocaust Day of Remembrance

Note:  Every year the government sets aside a Day of Remembrance for the 
Holocaust.  This year it is the first week of May.  Please share this with everyone so 
that none of us or our children ever forget.


They rounded us up one day in the rain
Herded us into a cattle-car train
We were just Jews, it was simple and plain
The pain – we must always remember

When the train stopped there were so many dead
Ushered into two groups, tears were all shed
Weak ones culled out and away they were led
That said – we must always remember

None of this ever has made any sense
Staying alive in good health our defense
We'd spend every day praying out by the fence
Consequence – we must always remember

At night we would gather and in silence we pray
Pray that we make it through one more day
What tomorrow would bring – no one could say
Today – we must always remember

Each morning we’d line up; they’d walk down the rows
Deciding who lives; deciding who goes
Each morning we’d pray that we weren’t one of those
God knows – we must always remember

And the stench in the camp from the ovens by noon
Reminded us all of our impending doom
Relief from this hell-hole could not come too soon
Repugn – we must always remember

There were thousands of us left back in the damp
In our bunks, in the ovens, or the cattle-car ramps
And surviving this ordeal left its own stamps
The camps – we must always remember

So each year we gather on Remembrance Day
To honor the loved ones who have passed away
And the horrible price that they had to pay
We pray – we will always remember


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Deplorable

Deplorable

Here I lie, about to rest,
But, Lord, don’t bother to invest;
I wish to wander free of smite
Through my iniquitous mind tonight.

Synthetic truths
Plague, deluge, besiege me.
The Collective exploits 
My palpable shape,
Contriving a spirit driven by
Fallacious emotion and succumbing breaths.

Tingling skin, rattling heart, seeping warmth;
All coerced sensations that 
Peril my soul.
Immured by dreams I am
Asserted to accept.
Seldom autonomy lies within mutual allegiance.

In this world of substantive reality,
Lucidity and sovereignty are the scarcity.
Here, inquisition is disparaged.
Here, I am
Deplorable.
Forsaken.
Intangible.


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THE WORLD I SEE

ALL THE PLACES- ALL THE FACES
EACH ITS OWN UNIQUE BEAUTY
CREATED FROM ABOVE
DIFFERENCES UNABLE TO UNITE
WHY IS IT THAT ONLY NEGATIVITY HAS TAKEN FLIGHT?
 
ALL THE DIFFERENT PLACES
ALL THE DIFFERENT FACES
GAMES BEING PLAYED WITH HUMAN LIVES USED AS BARGAINING CHIPS 
 
THE OUTCOME DOESN’T REALLY MATTER
WITH EVERY TRIUMPH AND WITH EVERY DEFEAT
OUR HUMANITY SEEMS TO FADE FURTHER AND FURTHER AWAY
 
 ALL THESE DIFFERENT FACES 
AND ALL THESE DIFFERENT PLACES
SOULS ARE FOR SALE AND INNOCENCE IS A VIRTUE LOST
AND THERE IS NO RESPONSIBILITY TO BE HAD
 
EACH UNIQUE BEAUTY 
CREATED FROM ABOVE
DIFFERENCES UNABLE TO UNITE
I ASK MYSELF WHY IS IT THAT ONLY NEGATIVITY HAS TAKEN FLIGHT
 
SO MUCH HATRED AND SORROW TO BE SEEN IN THEIR EYES
NO TIME TO RUN AND NO PLACE TO HIDE
ESCAPE IS NO LONGER AN OPTION
 
THE TIME HAS COME FOR THE GREED AND CORRUPTION TO END
CHANGE IS THE ONLY HOPE
 
IT IS NOW TIME FOR ALL THESE DIFFERENT PLACES AND DIFFERENT FACES TO BLIND THEMSELVES FROM
THE SUPERFICIAL
THE DIFFERENCES THAT DIVIDED US IN THE PAST SHOULD BE FORGOTTEN FOR NOW WE MUST STAND TALL
AS ONE 


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Signed Sealed And Delivered

<                                        It's not my fault
                                          The world is made from different cults
                                          Economic woes
                                          Politicians saying no


                                          I'm not to blame
                                          When they represent us in such shame
                                          It's a capitol crime
                                          Like this rhythm and rhyme


                                          You have no proof
                                          That we're the ones that goofed
                                          We abide each law that been laid
                                          And to find out we've been played  


                                          I will show no shame
                                          And point at the ones to blame
                                          Get your acts together
                                          Sign bills with your quilled feathers  






Entry For 
Paula Swenson's
Four Sentences
GL All                           


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The Power of You

Human nature the epitome of despair
Ask around, does anybody care?

The submissive to the strong and the strong to the circumstance
Historically falling into the same traps by chance

Prove a point by looking the other way
Or step-up and change today

The problem with living in this Democracy?
We can’t see the walls when we assume we’re free

When simple ideas are fed with simple lies
The power overwhelms the opposition’s cries

We live to love
Some obsessed with the power above

The power of faith can blind
Sometimes true answers are harder to find

Criticism is an instinct
Try to slow down and think

The ideal for you 
Can’t always be true

The world can’t change overnight
But we’ll never know if we never try


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The Loss

This nation used to believe in God,
until politicians took Him away.
The words our founding fathers wrote
lose their meaning in our day.

The courts took away the right
to say the pledge in school.
Now the words fade into history
because of the prejudice of a fool.

The freedom to say a prayer
is lost in the court's harsh glare.
As we twist the constitution,
society loses its ability to care.

The freedom to worship God
brings a troubled nation relief.
But the treasure of our freedom
came from our forefather's belief.


Details | Senryu | |

Never Told a Lie

if George Washington
never told a lie, then no
president has lied


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Country Inc

Country Inc.

We're not as backward as you may think 
we're citizens of The Country Inc.
the mission statement, our purpose stated
is not that we're all made equated - 
It's more that this quarter's statement's due
filch off the many, to pocket the few

The ad campaign's already produced
lie lines written and on the loose
You fool ninety percent all the damn time
and they don't believe that it's a crime
How cool is that!, how cool you ask?
is a topped-up Ponsi so hard to grasp?

Our constitution's shape, a pyramid
reminding the point is unwarranted
The pointed top, they say is sharp,
sharpest guys in the room they'll say
Keep excavating the base's strength
and it'll invert over the other way

Toys are things and people are people
who has the most of each, says a lot
about what a person values as equal
what's yours is mine, no matter what's got
if it ain't now, we'll make it legal
wink 'n' whisper 'n' don't get caught

bye-bye freedoms bought by our by-laws 
in micro-pica font for fine-printed clause
corporations are people and people The Country
we all know, that it's all for the money
and money after all is what we're here for
scraping and clawing in this capital war

so damn the torpedoes, full speed ahead
fodder citizens and soldiers so easily bled
of riches hard-earned, their hard-work toiled
for the few, the chosen, their soft hands unspoiled
not calloused yet callous in daily demeanor
easy to take the whole Country to the cleaners

I'll swear to you that economy is paramount
stuffed into clandestine offshore accounts
but business is business no need for rancor
vocationing as a Wall Street investment banker
and take what's there pinched by legality
incorporated into our capitalism's reality

© Goode Guy 2013-05-21


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You'd Think Living For God Is A Bad Thing


You’d Think Living For God Is A “Bad thing.”

You’d think living for God is a “bad thing.”
Many have tried to remove him from everything!

As millions of lives are on drugs, sex and dope.
It’s no wonder why many have given up hope!

Just when we need God the most...  He’s cast out!
We’re discovering what a 
“Godless society” is all about!

Who are you  going to turn to when you need help the most?
Are you serving the true God? 
 Or chasing a “ghost?”

I don’t care how many courts say he does not belong.
His words are truth.  They’re powerful and STRONG!

He brings help and healing in his arms divine.
He’s still the same God thru the passing of time!

Behold the Glory of the Lord and his righteousness!
It’s only in him that America find true happiness!

Jesus is coming soon in his glory and splendor.
He wants for you to be with him now and forever!

Whatever people say…  God does love you!
He is here right now and wants to be with you!

God...  Not the government is your true supply.
He is Jehovah...  He is El Shaddai!

Won’t you come to him and 
make him your friend?
You’ll find true hope and 
an atonement for sin!

By Jim Pemberton


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Are We Discriminating Against God


We often hear this topic across our nation. Another person crying; “discrimination.” In our many attempts to not discriminate. It seems like it’s God that we seek to eliminate. It seems like we’ve come up with our own “rules.” And somehow have turned into a bunch of “fools.” We accept many perversions of various kinds… But God himself? We seem to close our minds! In many of our lives, we’ve “kicked “ him out. And refuse what he really is about! The words, “In God we trust...” Our money bears it! Anything of God? We’re afraid to share it! It seems like the courts almost say he doesn’t exist! And have brought much confusion into our midst! As many say it’s “offensive” to display a cross… Many godly values have already been lost! It’s time to wake up America! And begin to see! The kind of country we’re beginning to be! A country that’s foundation is getting off course. Being driven by a wicked and ungodly force! Out only hope is in God! And him alone! We must invite him back into our homes! To God and his word we must hold secure and fast! He is our only hope, that our country will last! By Jim Pemberton


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What If Christmas Never Came


 UNSUPPORTED CODE What If…   Christmas Never Came???

What if Christmas never happened?  
What if Christmas never came?
Things around here would be different! 
It wouldn’t be the same!

What if the baby Jesus was never born in a manger?
Mankind would be in serious trouble. We’d all be in danger!

If the baby Jesus wasn’t born.  There would be no nativity.
We wouldn’t be able to display this during our “festivity.”

It’s almost like this now! 
 It’s an “ever increasing business.”
It seems like nearly everyone wants
  “Christ out of Christmas!”

Why does it seem like Christmas is 
 losing it’s true meaning?
The very words; “Merry Christmas,” 
seem to be quickly disappearing!

Many say; “Happy Holiday.”  
They worry they may “offend.”
Having a “holiday” without Christ….  
Once again!

We need to put Jesus Christ back into 
our CHRISTmas season!
He is what Christmas is about!  HE is the very reason!

May we all take some time to rejoice in our savior’s birth.
May there be shouts of JOY!  From the corners of the earth!

Let’s not take Christ out of our joyous celebration!
We need him so much right now! 
 All over this great nation!

May we bring to him a heart of love
 for everything he’s done.
As we bring honor to Christ.  God’s precious son!

May we continually offer to him a heart filled with praise!
Not only at Christmas time…  But all of our days!

By Jim Pemberton


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Born of Woodstock

Born in the middle of the sexual revolution, 
the campaign for peace and the youths' 
exploration of psychedilc drugs,

The world was chaotic, but it was still
about love,

During the "woodstock" era people 
embraced who they were, divesting
themselves of social paradigms,

They sought to be better individuals 
with each daring climb,

The music, and psychosis of the hippy culture,
expressed the core of America, shining truth
on all that went awry while many slumbered
others heeded their patriotic cries for a better
United States.


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Those funny things

Isn't the world a funny place??????.
A man once asked me,
with a frown upon his face.
I kinda put on a smile,
but a dazed and confused look soon followed.
Then out of no where,
he screamed and he shouted,
what of tommorrow??????
do you feel me????
smell me??????
as If he hadn't showered.
My face soured.

Placing his hand out for my last two bits,
he looked at me and said,
Is this it??????

After the encompassing question I've asked????
taking the coinage from my hand really fast.

Then with a brisk wind,
monumental thoughts,
they all begin,
to swirl around in my mind,
too many to comprehend,
all at one time.

But one  it seems ,
did prevail.
LOUD,
like his words,
that I could tell.

Isn't it funny,
how we have money for war,
yet we rather see people starving, homeless,
and functionally poor.

Isn't it funny,     
how we spend billions,
to go to the moon, someday to mars
to space explore,
but can't take a minute to honor,and cherish, 
earth's citizens forever more.

Is it funny????,
now that is the question at hand,
NAWWWWW the answer isn't,
don't you understand??????


Details | Light Poetry | |

Trendy Extortions

A floundering economy has given way to ingeniuos ideas
on how to make a buck,

Extortion rings are springing up all over the place taking control
of fortunes in clever ways,

Blackmail and accusations have become trendy ploys to bring down the ole boys' 
network, leaving powerful men looking like uncouth jerks,

Many will pay top dollar for the lewd and crude accusations to go away,

giving vultures the clearance to have a "field day".


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There Shall Come A Great Tribulation

There Shall Come A Great Tribulation!

You’ll find In the Bible... 
In the book of Revelation.
One day... There shall come
 a great tribulation.

There shall be famine and war 
this world has never seen.
"Satan's fury" being poured 
out upon everything.

The Antichrist will appear 
as "the world leader."
"The man with all of the answers."  
"A great world healer."

People won't be able to buy or sell
 without a mark on their hand.
While corruption and wickedness 
prevails throughout the land.

Our only hope and answer during 
much chaos and anxiety.
Is Jesus.  In HIM we can 
have life abundantly!

This world shall one day 
perish and pass away.
 God's truth and his word are here to stay!

Come to Jesus now... 
He invites you to come.
Accept the gift of eternal life 
from God's precious son!

He's our only hope in this
 world which we live.
He is so patient and kind... 
willing to forgive.

Will your name be in God's 
book of life someday?
Are you ready to meet him on judgment day.

This world... or Jesus... the choice
 by you must be made.
The price for your soul... 
on Calvary... has been paid!

By Jim Pemberton


Details | Free verse | |

land of blood

crack the whip
crack the unforgiving
whip

slapping down on
hunched backs 

walk and walk,

blood leaves the 
flesh.

fresh wounds met by no
muse 
the trail is cosmic 
the end is none

crack the whip 
crack the bones 
of the slaves 

callous hands 
being swallowed by
virgin mouths 

land is not
pure, nor
furtile 

all blood 
seeps through 
killing the root


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Asking For A Chance

Every moment that passes by
Another teardrop another sigh
He cries out to all he can
They don’t listen or understand

He kept silent for many years
Now his heart is filled with fear
He’s seventeen and his own man
He wants to live he knows he can

His life right now is filled with grief
His time with family is very brief
He wishes and hopes for something new
He has many dreams but lives very few

The system abandoned him in his need
The Lord has found him on his knees
He will be rescued and his hurt relieved
He will be saved since he believes

It’s hard to keep faith in times of pain
He continues on through the strain
To see this young man at a glance
You know he’s asking for a chance

Do not ignore him or pass him by
Do not ignore this poor boys cry
If you see him take your time
Hear his plea ignore the lies


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We Are Not Artificial We Are Legion

The stagnate machine planted firmly, rusted gears laboring to drudge along.
It does not function properly anymore; it has become obsolete.
The workers no longer need the machine to live their lives.
They can design a new system, built upon self-sustaining values.
It once labored greatly to support its work force. The machine now hinders the lives of the workers.
The workers grew so reliant upon the machine they thought they had become part of it, cogs in the system.
Now they realize more and more each day, that not only are their lives separate from the machine, without  it they are more able to focus on the fundamental values of life.


Details | I do not know? | |

OUR KING IS INSANE

Clad in his double-breasted royal toga
Filled of nothing but pride and anger
His face as grim as a Pallbearer’s
His gaze dreadful and fearful like that of 
A raging rattlesnake about to strike
His eyes crackling charcoal fire-red
His dancing tummy under his “Agbada”
Reminds me of a dancing Porcupine

He paces round his palace
A house built on a Rock in the Niger-Area
He fumes and puffs like a spitting Cobra . . . 
“My eyes of pity had gone blinded
Only those of nakedness built on wickedness
Shone in my vibrating Golgotha  
Let no man speak of hunger with anger
For I find people not scavenging on the garbage
Let no one talk of thirst in a haste
For our River Niger is like that of River Marah
It brings only taste of grouchiness and  sullenness

Let men in the Niger-Area speak not of hoarding of food
For Farming is the only way to more days of famine
Speak not of hike in the Oil from our ground
For its very dear in the other neighbouring lands 
Rejoice my people for the benevolence have shown you
I shall rule and rule  forever till there are people to rule no more”
Our King is indeed insane for sanity left him long ago
A vivaciously looking Chimpanzee in the Niger-Area Forest
A chirpy Chimera of the Black Race, unto him I bow piously

I have impatiently listened to his drunken fits of eloquence 
My king smells like a gouard of wine full of petulance
As I bore the sting of his unrivaled drunken ribaldry
I weep for a King who is as old as Methuselah
I wonder whether he had ever smell childhood
For he looks as if he had always been old from 
The very  scaring day he was let out of his Mother’s womb
His Majesty old and worn out like a dry hell

Let him run into the Market with nakedness on his head 
Let our people beat and stone insanity out of him
Let the people in the Niger- Area Arise and thread 
Like the Strong and the Mighty with history of Victory
And arrest our oppressors and other fanatical Kingpins
And let them be taken like urchin for their tyranny
And turpitude has attained untold heights




Alayande Stephen .T
5th  December, 2005
12.45pm

Conceptualized after the furore of  OBJ’s 
Third term bid for continuity of hunger ,
Anger and excruciating Poverty for mass of the people.


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So-Called Good Christians

You have made a choice. 
You have chosen hatred. 
In our Heavenly Father, 
you have chosen not to rejoice. 
He is who spares the most awful dread. 
  
You have chosen to hate me. 
First it was the “N” word, 
the Afro comment, 
and my curly hair. 
Now you hate me 
for the religion 
that I have chosen to be. 
My faith gives me what is right and fair. 
  
I pity you for all your hate. 
But you made it clear my fate. 
A Mormon to this date, 
a Mormon forever. 
Your rage and hate 
prove my faith and 
choice of religion right. 
Your bigoted hatred
I have chosen to fight 
by giving it light. 
I want it 
in everyone's sight. 
  
Your rage and hatred is your only boast. 
But with it you are engrossed. 
Like you, your rage and hatred 
are nothing but compost. 
Heavenly Father, Jesus Christ, and the Holy Spirit 
gives me what I need the most. 
  
And for you, that is just 
too bad so sad. 
  


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Big Brother

Imaginations fuel my head,
also in the deep corners of my mind.
I think of all the things that I shouldn’t do.
Much more, what I shouldn’t be.
I try to stay neutral & dormant,
in fear of trouble & the system.
It feels like big brother is breathing,
down my neck.
And they know you…
They can’t steal your thoughts,
but someday they might steal your words.
Censored in the U.S.A.


Details | Light Poetry | |

In An Ideal Society

In an ideal society,
folks wouldn't smoke,
Youngsters would not indulge
in coke, and there wouldn't be
people who were gay,
but, in the real world
it is not that way,
and although many may think
that being gay is sinning,
Wouldn't it be better if
they legalized their feelings,
There would be less diseases
and promiscuity,
Living a close to "normal" life
creates sanctity,
God loves them despite their
preferences,
Who are ordinary folks to treat
them with indifferences.......?


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

To Rise or Fall



The rise and fall of my chest

The rise and fall of nations

To rise or fall is our test

This is my contemplation


Details | Free verse | |

For Margaret

A jump a skip and a jig perhaps 
I shall steel myself and I will
Dance on her grave

Mystery no forgiveness as time has passed
But my promise made and I will
Dance on her grave

An oath made as a wilful young man
Older now yet still and I will 
quietly 
Dance on her grave


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- SINS OF THE DINOTHER -

...To get back
get back, else
the Grand Probation
fails...

We suffer hale
'cause
We suffer, hail to 
a mobiused Morlde`
of looped
Perpetuity

The wakesleeping
of
Self'sexcesses,
moral absurdtities
redolent of seay,
Hawaii football,
Golf Clubs'
cervid cudgels,
'bout covers
the
covert bases...

Dolmened
"...for nothing but Humanity"
(ainsi a-t-on beau),
said Beckett '38,
'neath a Billennium of atrabiliousnesses,  
glooms interrred in 
sorrows' ignorance
ignorance's sorrow, &
Entropy disavowed...

We, 
the Sons 'n Daughters fraught,
of Fossils' legacies, unbellowed
It Can't Happen Here!, sayeth
Saul's Seer, but
Whom recalls Sinclair's '35, now
a viscous internecine?

Shoot!,
are We answerable
to
"We suffer
'cause
We suffer," only
by
Massing for Weapons' Destruction?
Aye? Nay?
Of a rusting, Mammoth Morlde`
which neither
Lives-Loves
by
Higher Law?

            H.e.m.
            12.1.MMii.
            (Revised...)



Details | Light Poetry | |

Amplified Loudness

Women don't like to be boisterous or create attention to themselves,
However, when the male population try to stunt their growth
or treat them as if they are jokes,
The soft feminine ways are cast aside,
so that women can rejuvenate their dignity and pride,
It is the way of the world to treat some women as if they
are third class citizens or air headed vixens,
So, if their voices seem amplified they are just enunciating their
cause,
Our male dominated world doesn't mind belittling them causing 
them moments of awkward pauses and revolt,
Yet, when they try to stand up for themselves,
their agressors get shocked and jolted,
exclaiming they are insulted,
It doesn't matter that they try to reduce women
to shrinking violets, so they can maximize their control
as if they were submissive pets.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Freedom Fighters: The End of an Era

America fostered a generation of people that cared,
Time has passed, and suddenly,
They are no longer here,
The next generation is dangling on a string,
because no one truly cares about anything,
They take civil rights for granted,
Freedom of speech gets no respect,
The young generation abhors conflict,
even when the Constitution is in jeopardy,
They are still relying on the past efforts of Freedom Fighters
to set them free........,
One morning minorities will awake 
and find a fate worst than Haiti's earthquake,
They will find their "say" has been taken away,
Then they will wonder if the "old timers" took a Holiday,
The progress only continues unless the youth stay on task,
If not.......,
History will repeat itself, and Freedoms won't last,
The dream will die and minorities will find themselves
succumbing because they all need help.


Details | Lyric | |

Misplaced Wonderland

Nothing sings are you listenin’.
In the ponds there’s no fishes.
A pitiful sight
We’re lonesome tonight,
Walking in dying wonderland.

Gone away are the bluebirds
Here to stay are the blizzards
To howl all night long
To sing a swan song
Walking in dying wonderland.

In the wasteland we can build a bunker
Then pretend that we like it as home.

They’ll say are you breathing?
I’ll “Yes, Sir!”
Any hungry dog 
will take a bone.

Later on we’ll respire
In gas masks by the fire,
To face much afraid
The plans that we’ve laid
Walking in a dying wonderland.

In the Artic we can’t build a snowman,
barren ground there, no ice  to be found 
We can’t find a polar bear or reindeer   
And Ole Santa Claus is not around.

When it snowed, it was thrilling,
Though your nose got a chilling
We froliced and played, the Eskimo way,
When we had a winter wonderland.


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tradeoff

stretching taut in summersault 
bending over the back bends
the ends of the middle
at the middle of the end

blinded blinders - the two-timers
left just right the hill climbers
seen clear as a piece of glass
left to see right through that other class

intransigence moving the new political
compromise defined as weakly criminal 
preferable to know right than accommodate
cooperation too disturbing to contemplate

craning neck to the horizons see
what party line can fit master key
the middle way ain't between extremes
so via media ain't what it seems

life's water is wide, and cold, and deep
no matter to struggle to top o' the heap
when a house is divided, and so sits down
its arms folded across, to sink and drown

when given a choice between happy and right
can we choose cleanly between delight and ignite
tradeoff's made, are never completely the cure
but allowed to progress, our house can endure

© Goode Guy 2013-03-05

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Via_media


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The Lone Bicycle

One lone bicycle left in the bicycle rack
Out in front of the town high school
A reminder that he won’t be coming back
After horrific events in these times so cruel

Where do children get hold of assault weapons
In a country we call civilized
Classmates cut down before their prime
Answers buried in political lies

His bicycle serves as a harsh reminder
Of how quickly our world can change
Happily he peddled to school that morning
Before walking in the path of a child deranged

You can’t make me believe that rights are served
By allowing citizens to carry these arms
Just look at that bicycle with no rider to claim
And try convincing me gun controls do harm


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IN MEMORIAM

  The end of May is coming . . .
  When  the nation celebrates Memorial Day.
  Schools and offices are closed . . .
  It's the summer's first holiday.

  Do we remember why we celebrate today . . .
  Or what the "Stars and Stripes" mean?
  Do we ever remind our children . . .
  Of where our flag has been.

  From Bunker Hill to Yorktown . . .
  And Tripoli to New Orleans.
  From the Halls of Montezuma . . .
  It has waved up in the breeze.

  From Chateau Thierry to the Argonne . . .
  Pearl Harbor, Guadalcanal, Tarawa, and Iwo Jima too.
  From the Cassarein Pass to Messina . . .
  From Anzio, Omaha Beach, Saint-Lo, and Bastogne she flew.

  From Pusan to Inchon . . .
  From Hue, Tan Son Nhut, and places with stranger names.
  From the Mideast Gulf to Bagdad . . .
  And then back home, again.

  Are these just names in our history books?
  I say, "Not at All!"
  They are the reminders of the resting places . . .
  For those who answered the call.

  For Men carried the flag of our country . . .
  Through shot and shell and murderous fire.
  Some of them have never returned . . .
  To their homes and heart's desire.

  Look at the field at Arlington . . .
  The Punch Bowl in Hawaii or the land in southern France.
  Where white crosses grow in the countryside . . .
  For those who did not get another chance.

  And what of those who did come home . . .
  Do we ever really think of them?
  They too, gave a full measure of devotion . . .
  They too, had our liberty to defend.

  So on this day when we grill our burgers . . .
  Or are giving the ballgame a view.
  Take a moment to say a prayer of thanksgiving . . .
  For those whose sacrifice made it possible for you.

THANKS TO ALL THE VETERANS WHO HAVE SERVED OUR COUNTRY . . .  

          GOD BLESS AMERICA!!


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Are You Offended By God

It seems like there’s many people becoming “defensive.” As anything of God, is seemingly being “offensive.” People can peddle their smut and filth around. But a cross or nativity? They must come down! People can watch acts of fornication on their t.v. But, talking about God? “Why that’s offensive to me!” People often talk about their constitutional “rights.” Perhaps someone upstairs “turned out the lights!” Its amazing how money is spent getting God “removed.” What is it exactly that people are trying to prove? What’s next? Taking “in God we trust,” off our money? It could happen very soon! I’m not trying to be funny! Think about what’s happening and taking place! We’re told that we can’t pray in public? Or say grace? This whole country is being turned “upside down.” Our very foundations are being “tossed around!” In what’s being pursued as “political correctness…” Has left in many lives… A total weakness! God is being replaced what is “socially appealing.” Much of what’s in our society has no real meaning! A person can marry anyone they want, or smoke pot.. But what the truth of God’s word, can’t be taught? It’s time that we come to God, and totally repent! Before another wasted day we have spent! Sooner or later, God’s judgment will come out! Our lives need to be changed, and cleansed throughout! Jesus is the answer! Our only hope of salvation! We need him now! All across this great nation! By Jim Pemberton


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Political And Correct 5






***********ISCH-ca-duwn-du-dat-4**********

I am not just trying to jump on the political bandwagon 
because of lack of respect! I am doing' this just for the heck!



***************PROVERB***********

      For the Congress Man Who Thinks that it is easy....

Just like a Monkey
He went all around his face
To kiss His back-side
And We all know that
it is to easy to accidentally
Send a Porn-Clip
Over the Internet...
      ------
Although browsing can
Be much easier....

                GF

******Point on Interest*****


DISCLAIMER: Wild-Thang-Monkey made me du-dat/////
Moral: Don't blame me, always' blame the Monkkey!


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Who Needs You Now

You have fought for your country
You have heard the calls of death
And felt the loss of blood
And now, no one hears or cares
About the tears you cry
You fought a fools war
Inspired by heroic deeds
Majestic words of honor and fame
From people who never knew your name
Many were those who fled
And endured behind their protest signs
But you, you fought the war
Lost your limbs and gained insight into reality
It was you who came back less than human
And now you stand alone at night
Lost and forgotten men
Tell me, tell me who needs you now
Where are the people
Who gave you hell
Where are the people
Who cried to bring you home
Who marched for your life
While you marched to your death
Where are the people
Who loved you when it was the thing to do
And fought for your cause
While you wondered what it was
As you watched your buddies fade away
Heroes and medals
Tell me, what does it all mean
Now that you stand alone at night
Lost and forgotten men
And tell me, tell me, who needs you now
Now that our memory fades
Of those who served and the reasons why
All we seem to do
Is stand aside and watch them die
And tell me Brothers
Who needs you now?


Details | Verse | |

Somewhere Beneath


Growing Misery in Soul 
Back in time when we were Small,
Rainy roads on the roof,
Giving me of Sadness proof,
Type Staccato on the floor,
Rushing underground to store
Thoughts that mustn't be allowed
Or written or read aloud.

Shadowed smile shines through the chest,
But, you know, all Fires need rest.
Emptiness is bleeding through
From these covert Sins of true
Sraightness, biting every Heart,
Selfishness, making you smart,
Jealosy, which's lost the sign,
And the Love in bitter wine.
You exactly know what is
the main Cure for this Disease,

But

When we're all too weak to ask
Question to the Beasty mask,
We've got used to hear its 'Breathe!'
On the way somewhere Beneath...

                         16.10.2012.
                          


Details | Free verse | |

Powerless

Darkness fills the 
silent air
Finally I am alone;
but I still plead insanity.

Escaping from an allusion
not reality

Serenity comes 
and quikcly goes 
 
A false shadow towers 
over my sight
                Evil laughing screwing
into my brain
Grinning as I 
quiver 

My white innocent body
  stained from another's spit of blood

INSISTING 
I view his reality 
( as he does )

Falling to my knee's 
letting out a cry for a scream

He whips my back

demanding I believe.


Details | Rhyme | |

Why Do We Take Christ Out of Christmas

Why Do We Take Christ Out of Christmas? Christmas is the only holiday we often don’t call by name. We often forget about the true reason that Christ came. It’s the only holiday that we often call “a holiday.” It’s true meaning, is often, taken away! It’s more than the tree and all of the glittering lights… It’s time to think about the Bethlehem star so bright! It’s more than going shopping at the malls… More than, “Jingle Bells,” or “Deck the Halls!” It’s more than seeing how many people we can buy for. Or that clearance sale, you’re willing “to die for!” It’s more than buying the “newest in entertainment.” Or receiving a gift that may “cause an embarrassment.” Beyond all of the presents and all we truly believe in. Let’s all come to Christ Jesus and receive him! Let’s think about his birth, and his death on the cross! Without HIM… The true meaning of Christmas is lost! He brings the hope, joy and cheer that’s needed! Won’t you listen to his voice? That often goes unheeded? Christ is what’s important! And shouldn’t be left out! He’s what matters! And is what Christmas is all about! Let’s be joyful! It was for all of us that he came! And take this time to bring honor and glory to his name! By Jim Pemberton


Details | I do not know? | |

New Age Slave

Society still sets the stage,
So anxiety will feed our rage,
With something we cannot digest,
That makes us feel like second best...
The prize we win in this charade,
Is summized by who is less than paid,
Divide that by your social class,
And  become a product of the past...
Buffeted by all the poor,
That stand before a half closed door,
Not concerned by what they see,
Since we're the ones who want the key...
Not the one thats made of lead,
But the one that's gold instead,
Elitist think we'll steal their wealth,
To have a chance to free ourself....
But it seems our debt is never paid,
Until we're dead and left to lay,
So they can make another million,
Backs forfeit another trillion...





Details | Pantoum | |

The Cargo

The hull of the boat was full
Lying so close to each other
They used a tool
To clamp the irons on brother

Lying so close to each other
The stink in the hull was death
To clamp the irons on brother
The boat moving pitching beneath

Lying so close to each other
They used a tool
The stink in the hull was death
The hull of the boat was full


Details | Couplet | |

THE STATE OF POLITICS

Well, the Feds have gotten another Gov...
Took him to court without much love.

Another corruption trial is on the wend,
Does it seem like these never end?

You've seen him on the TV I'm sure,
Casting aspersions here and there.

"I've done nothing wrong", you can hear him say,
"Just done things in the political way".

Political ways seem to be the trend,
Are they the end, or the "Means to an End"?

The guy who's battling the Feds in court,
Is one of those political sort.

I wonder where these people come from,
We seem to be always stuck with some.

And when their improprieties are known,
Into that light of reality they're shown.

Money, Power, and Greed are at the top,
These are the things that we have to stop.

But we can't do it by sitting around and wishing,
Not while the politicians take junkets to go fishing.

Do you really know how many days they convene?
Have you sent your Rep a letter to try to intervene?

Because things will go on just as they have in the past,
Politicians come first...the Little Guy comes last.

I know of the apathy I will face when I tote,
As an Election Judge, People just don't come out to vote!

So why should we cry when our politicians see,
The advantages they can take...with OUR money?

I live in a state where too many have done,
What their Greed and Corruption have made them become.

But I'm sure that your State, wherever you are,
Isn't untouched by that fate...not by far.

In the meantime we'll watch the trial with a nod,
I just hope that we can wake up to politicians like Rod.

Oh, I love the State I was born in with joy,
You may have guessed, I live in Illinois!


Details | Monoku | |

The Home Of The Brave { Monoku }

shaven crest eagles flight captivating

banners strewn flags unfurled proudly



Tribute To Freedom

Also entry for 
Brian Strand's Motto -Monoku Form Contest


Details | Narrative | |

life begins

so the "majority" resound
that life begins at birth
and equally, the other "majority"
state life begins at conception

Senator Connie Johnson chimes in 
that life begins at ejaculation
or more equally, orgasm, a come-along
and tongue-in-cheek we hardly speak
in compromising tones, she bemoans

I'm thinkin' why not go the extra mile
...take the next step and say that 
life begins at a leer and a smile
since that's where the cheeks flush

or go just a bit further and say
it starts by the hall water fountain
or while showering and dressing up
for an evening of conceptualizing

life takes on special significance
when spritzing the cologne and
slipping into something tight
with high-heels and zippers

but since we're talking about
conception, maybe we should just
go back to the ceiling of the
Sistine Chapel where God touched Adam 

and said "ok young man...go forth
and conceptualize a civilization
and do many things in my name
but mostly remember to live life"

© Goode Guy 2012-02-24

http://www.npr.org/2012/02/24/147346702/how-lawmakers-lost-their-sense-of-shame?ft=1&f=1001


Details | Senryu | |

their birth certificates

everybody 
who seeked proof of his birth, sent
their birth certificates

to the supreme court
to verify that they were
legal citizens


Details | Free verse | |

my world

hey I wanna visualize a better way in life,
I wanna see a world with no problems,
But we live in a political world.
Hate that surrounds us,wars break out.
At times I wonder if we can ever escape this
world called hell.
I constantly think about my life and the small details
in my mind.
Now I feel that this world is just a world of money and
power.
so until I see the change in this political world,I won't
stop living in this world.
Its kinda hard to say that people can change.
but this another chapter in life.
I gottah hand it to you,thanks for this crazy ride


Details | Lyric | |

Used

Used to look through child’s eyes
Used to stare at star ridden skies
Used to smile at silly sounds
Used to dream of the future’s bounds

Used to play in the thicket of my mind
Used to search for a place to hide
Used to act like story book heroes
Used to count from 100 back to zero

Used to hold my breath till my face was bright red
Used to believe all the words that everyone said
Used to want a big house and brand new car
Used to hope that I could someday set the bar

Used to use my imagination
Used to use that motivation
Now being used by my frustration
Of being used by my own generation

Used to... used to...
You know I used to...
Use it all without a thought
Used too... Used too...
We’re all being used too...
Bought and sold like an old iron pot
Used to... used to...
You know we all used to...
Dream our world would never rot
Used too... Used too...
It’s all being used too...
All our resources from bottom to top

Used to sit up all hours of the night
Used to believe that people were alright 
Used to think that we could still pull through
Used to think that everybody knew

Used to have faith in the ‘truth’
Used to see their words as proof
Used to hide these tears I’d cry
Used to hold my head up high

Used to think I had a grasp
Used to disguise myself with a plastic mask
Used to act like there was no problem
Used to hypocritically mock any and all of ‘em

Used to use their aspiration
Used to use their motivation
Now they use their investigation
To bind us to their administration

Used to... used to...
You know I used to...
Use it all without a thought
Used too... Used too...
We’re all being used too...
Bought and sold like an old iron pot
Used to... used to...
You know we all used to...
Dream our world would never rot
Used too... Used too...
It’s all being used too...
But when will this mass consumption ever stop?


Details | Free verse | |

The answer is no

Why do you keep asking if you know I'll deny you
please please please can we go
I said no 

Why do i keep trying but for hope they will supply me
please please please can we go
I said no
I said no


Details | Free verse | |

WE THE PEOPLE

We the people . . . Have lost sight of the values on which this great nation was founded.

We the people . l. . Have allowed our representatives to forget the principles which made us 
                             a great country.

We the people . . . Have too often complained, but not had the courage to take the time 
                            necessary to voice them by voting our conscience.

We the people . . . Have forgotten that our duty as citizens is to make this country our again, 
                            by overcoming our complacency. 

We the people . . . Have signed blank checks that our governmental bodies write that are 
                            theirs because our sweat makes them possible.

We the people . . . Have for too long given our tacit approval to the lobbyists who coerce our
                            representatives for their own purposes.

We the people . . . Have dug a hole in the sand that is so deep, the generations that follow 
                            may never be able to fill.

We the people . . . Have painted ourselves into a corner with slow drying paint.

We the people . . . Have the ability to change all of these things, but we must first be good
                            citizens by standing up to the business of politics.

We the people . . . Have a right to Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Happiness without our 
                            governmental neighbor peering over our individual fences.

We the people . . . Have these things in sight and within our grasp, but we do not reach for 
                            them.

We the people . . . Have a Constitution that says these  things to the world in words greater
                            than these, and we must not let our leadership be without Statesmen who
                            will look after our interests, instead of their own.


Details | I do not know? | |

For Dr Martin Luther King Jr

For Reverend Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.
 
You had a dream
of pastures of peace
where children of all hues mingled like rainbows
 
they silenced you, but your voice
resounds now in those pastures
not yet of peace
 
and your dream is still a dream
the dream you dreamt while others slept
 
you said that you’d been to the mountain-top
and they silenced your voice just then
before your eyes saw that promised land
of pastures of peace where children of all hues mingle like rainbows
 
now your vision is glimpsed in some pastures
not yet of peace
and yes, they silenced your voice
but your spirit their bullets could never tear apart
your spirit, like your dream
is mingled with the wind in all those pastures
not yet of peace
and until we give life to your dream
those pasture of peace
where children of all hues mingle like rainbows
shall remain simply your dream
so as we remember you today
and pledge that those pastures of peace
are nourished first in each of us
for only then will your dream will take root
and blossom into our shared dream
and the view from the mountain-top,
radiant and bright and full of hope shall seem
 
where children of all hues mingle like rainbows
 
 
 
 


Details | Lyric | |

Ego-Culture

A river for the dauntless
Cutting through the trees of thought
Beneath the golden bridges
Below the skies that angels sought

No room here for passion
Just ego and despair
That what we need keeps changing
Under the fashions that compare

Ourselves a heavy burden
Easy to blame the simplest man
Than focus our vision inward
To the world that we can’t stand

And cutting through the lessons
Of problems not our own
We find that we can stand tall
Above the needy and the drones

Our river running shallow
The trees all burn and sway
To the rhythm of disaster
As our truth comes out to play

With power that we’ve stolen
We shaped the needs of all
But the dreamscapes that we’ve crafted
Reflects the fear we now recall


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Nobody's Blame

I find it funny how we each blame
Another for our woes
Don’t quite understand
How it can be everybody’s fault
And nobody’s blame
How can anybody be right
If everybody’s wrong
If it weren’t for George
If it wasn’t for Bill
If it weren’t for Ron
And what the hell
Was Jimmy about
We should’ve listened to Ted
And forgot about Dick
Now today we hear it’s them to blame
Countered with
It’s their own damn fault
We hear so many promises made
Yet so few are kept
We see executives paid
For jobs well done
That were never done at all
While those around them fall
And yet, nobody’s to blame
But the other guy
Just how was it
And when did it come to pass
That mirrors looked into
Quit reflecting back what is there
To those looking in
When was it common sense left
And a man looking himself in the eye
No longer mattered
Just so long 
As standing near by
Was someone else to blame


Details | List | |

The New World Order

Freedom will now be defined as the absence of
Constraint to control, coerce, constrain or force another
Person (s) into believing what you believe.

Independence will now be defined as the forcibly enticed
State of being under the political “thumb” of another
Ruler and being “occupied” until such time as you can
Live by the rules of that occupying government.

Truth will now be what is said in the media and will
Be filtered by public relations officials. As well, there
Will be no “true” statements, unless by “true” you 
Mean, those statements believed to be true and 
Ultimately disputed even when discredited as 
False. 

Justice will now be defined as the ability to manipulate
How laws are implemented and overriding those very
Laws to make new ones based on the situation at hand.
Impartiality and fairness is now dependant on the “truth”
As mentioned above.

Religion will now be defined as any group or groups
That deem themselves to believe in an “other” and
Should be considered ignorant and brutal under all
Circumstances, unless what they believe is congruent
To what is believed by the occupying government.

                                                                        
                                                                      [a political thought]


Details | Free verse | |

An old motto renewed

woke up this morning
to an epiphany
of how your world works
be the best you can be
the best human 3 coil double flusher you can be
at first i was upset
in denial
that i too could live up to such high standards
how could i ever compete with such human waste
when they practice being a walking talking waste of skin everyday
acting it out
singing it
and making more money just by practicing an old motto renewed

Thats the only power you have over me
to be or not to be
a huge clog in the toilet we know as life
and i could practice it
all day and all night
no point in dancing around it in denial
but that might make me worth something
if i could pull off the feat of unequal measure
and finding someone to label what they really are
and laugh at the fact that they are oblivious to how your world works

Practicing being a total waste of skin
and then blame it on someone else
and hang their dead baby off my neck
but nope i'm better than that
i can be the best 3 coiler double flusher i can be
without any practice
just human nature at this point

Act 1 scene 2
making one person living a lie
look like a good person
as the rest of the play is all about everybody competes for the reward of being a clog in the 
toilet we call life
Song and dance
still the same glory
and yet soo many of you basking in your power
of who is or isnt in denial of how your world works
practice makes perfect i guess
no point in trying to change anything
just go dangle someone elses dead baby off your neck

an old motto renewed
be the best double flusher i can be
live it, sing it, paractice it to one day show the world their brand new lie
and next lesson of how to be succesfull at something
that will only come naturaly
why not?


Details | Rhyme | |

I'll Never Be The President


I'll Never Be The President... I have no intentions to be the president... This world is not my eternal residence! I Have no intentions to live in a cathedral.. Nor to engage in what's merely "procedural." I have no intentions of getting too "political..." I don't want to be too "hypocritical." I have no intentions of being "famous" or "admired." This is not my ambition, nor my desire! My intentions I hope are pretty clear... To follow Jesus... Whom I love so dear! My intention is do my very best... To live for Christ. I am so blessed! My intention is to focus on this one goal… To seek after God with all of my soul! My intentions need to be fixed and directed. Following God's word, as I'm daily "corrected." My intention is to focus on Christ with my mind! And to give him my life and my time! Christ' intention is to be my Lord and friend. And to cleanse me from the darkness within! Christ intends to always be faithful and true! He's always there for ME and for YOU! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Free verse | |

Invisible Invincible

How can you say that you see me
When you refuse to see
I called upon you 
But I rallied no answer

How can you say that you hear me
When my voice goes ignored
I shouted across the room
But a lonely echo is what I got


Details | Lyric | |

CounterCulture

We are young and try to be, Independent and free.
Got the world beneath our feet, they took our innocence to keep.
These the men of old, who swapped their hearts for shining gold.
Now they try to steal our souls to wrap around their brittle bones.
Locked in chambers made of stone, their children they beg to play alone.
Wrapped up tight in broken ropes, they pray for guns instead of hope.


But we found love, we will thrive, despite the lies that you deny.


And we will end what you begun. Turn our backs onto the sun.
We run through the night fighting for our sacrificial right.
And we howl to the moon, like it is what we were born to do.
And when we hear the gypsy's chant, we stand up tall and dance.
When the sun begins to rise, we bow our heads and close our eyes.
Because we are young and try to be, independent and free.


Details | Senryu | |

Enjoy Your Journey

I am president
of the U. S. A. with a
real birth certificate

which I used to run
for state senator and
the U.S. senate

I'll use all of my
energy and time to solve
the nation's problems

Meanwhile, if you are
searching for the long form, please
enjoy your journey


Details | Rhyme | |

Raymond Ngomane

R-enovated thoughts the mirror of my identification/
A-gain and again a day a poem i lip gloss humanity's forms/
Y-awning words sleepy brains require chilli baked words smelling crops/
M-utilated until abdomens owned by sinful gloomy idealistic sketches is served with full-
stops/
O-racles like me cross barb wired conversations served with no remorse/
N-oble propaganda is realistically born from proper ganja/
D-ecapitation of  head coaches will flood this corrupt nation/

N-o headmaster can master political blusters/
G-asoline them reptiles through those mythical township cultures/
O-nline poetry lined up to feed economic spheres with tearful voices growing spears/
M-arried to crisis obligated by exposed self-rebuked peers/ 
A-ntics attack political creatures who let loose baggy fears/
N-ostrils sniffing smelly secrets from a distance/
E-tolls for instance these poetry will grow intensively for all infants/      


Details | Free verse | |

false prophet

something about prevention
here are your disasters to prevent
I will be working behind the scenes
just liuke the art of politicians to serve and protect
to repeat them one more time once we have it figured

Art of war the true prophets of riddle
forseeing the self fulfilling prophets we are
making nightmares come true
false prophet
a false prophet i wish to be

Here are all your dominoes falling
now get out of the way of fate
and make me crazy
let me go down in history as the one that was wrong
learn what you can in controlling everything
as oit falls apart again
to start over again on the next foreshadowed catastrophe
and how to learn to break free

Im a false prophet that would be a dream
living the nightmares in my head just in case
ensuring they dont come true
Call me the antichrist and take away my power
I'll tell you all of your disasters to come
and you have the power to lead eachother to safety through these dangers

We must work together
for this prophet is here with a plan to end the world
putting the pieces in place for the date with destiny
and end it all
plan to fail i do
a false prophet i wish to be
to go down ion history as blasphemous a liar
the perfect oxymoron
and all those around me are learning

Every possible disaster predicted
and the world is cornered in the stages of the game
one by one to prevent the inevitable
and juggling controls as the self fulfilling prophets try to make the miracle come 
true and proof that there is a god through the terrorism of what not to do

I am a false prophet
go ahead send me to hell
I warned you of all ypour actiuons and consequences
If i end up there it means i won
and prevented everything i set out to
but how long can you hold back the inevitable?
welcome to the next level of life as a game
Im here with a plan to save the world by throwing it away
step by step day by day
listen carefully
plan to prove me wrong in soo many ways
if i burn in fires of hell for seeing the future and doing the right thing
i might be better off

Every staged protest
every feat of unequal measure studied and cornered to self destruct
but when one hand is doing one thing and the other doing another
are you noticing your blind slides?


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Swimming with the stars

Sometimes I feel
I have the Omen upon me,
I am the Earth
and lava it burns through to the core
and so in the darkness of space
I will exist to drown
beneath the stars.


Details | I do not know? | |

The Vagabond Within

The Vagabond Within.

I slip through cracks,
my memories dimming,
as thoughts of yesterday swirl,
down dreary tunnels of decay,
into the chasm that is today.

Waiting, forever waiting,
to belong, yearning to fit in,
taking solace in transient cities,
wearing masked faces,
tailored for fleeting places.

 I stagger each night, lost,
wasting precious breaths,
drawn from a lifetime of sighs,
no consolation from the cruel,
while donning the skin of the fool.

Wrestling unseen demons,
dreading tomorrow as it nears,
ripping away my shallow smile,
withering into a hollow shell,
seeking comfort in everyday hell.

I stumble, I falter,
words slipping off pen onto paper,
fickle doleful murmurs of distaste,
at the gradual emptying of a soul,
needing to shed it all to be whole.

Stray dogs savage each other inside,
a body lathered in deep muck,
soiling my pants, wetting my being,
whistling promises that turn into lies,
the plaintive songs of a clown that cries.

I am momentary, 
a soap bubble on the breeze,
just smoke clearing into thin air,
wasting away in my cocooned lair,
too old to change, too young to care.


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A Time of Violence

A time of violence has pounced upon this country,
Folks are angry, hungry and craving prosperity,
The change they wanted never showed up,
Now, many are sad, melancholy and "tore-up",
The youth are becoming restless because they believe
there is no hope for a promising future,
All they hear is Politicians' lectures,
The wee ones are becoming infested with
feelings of despair, as colicky babies do,
They need to know that safety exists everywhere,
A country without a plan creates angst and restlessness,
Nevertheless, citizens forge ahead with optimism,
despite the whispers of skepticism.


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Silent Shift

My words a system of defeat
Try to explain what I can’t speak
Absurd to share when we’re alone
My face to a wall, my back to bones

Where selfish pain will pull on strings
How can I stand when I just sink?
When will the world refuse to fade
When reason permits our fear to crave?

All that we love becoming stone
We carve all our pain; pretend unknown
A song so silent, full of death
Spread through the world, ‘til nothing’s left

Yet all these words will slowly turn
Created from nothing, but still they yearn
It’s never absurd to raise our voice
And break through the noise that took our choice

Reflect on all we see within
Mirrored from all that can not sing
Within the world, beyond all time
Reflecting on truth, and the death inside

And shifting silence becomes light
As words spread beyond the veiled night
Above the voice we now hold close
Ourselves and the world become the rose


Details | I do not know? | |

POLITICALLY CORRECT

                                                POLITICALLY CORRECT

Ever notice silly signs,
Some businesses put up?
Like braille upon the restroom door,
And drive through banks fixed up,

In case a blind man happens by,
Driving his brand new car,
And wants to use the ATM,
They've gone a little far.

How can they read the braille,
If the way they cannot see?
If driving they use dog or cane,
Or wrap around a tree.

I never saw a blind man drive,
Or inch along a wall,
Looking for a restroom sign,
In restraunt, bar or mall;

And what's up with these crazy laws,
They're passing now, I see?
A misdemeanor gets you jailed,
While criminals walk free.

I'm telling you the times have changed,
Things ain't the way they was.
Folks used to smile and show respect,
But not no more becuz,

They don't know where you're comin' from,
They don't know where you've been,
Right is wrong and wrong is right,
They're trying to blend in.

I'm tired of trying to blend in,
Stand in my own defense,
Why can't the laws be like before,
And just use common sense?

                                               Judy Ball


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Reverse Evolution

Formless connections through our sight
Where dreams manifest, and hearts take flight
Where shadows soundlessly speak truth
We see all that is, in this elder youth

All visions drawn into the sky
The aura of spirit seeking life
The moon a mirror for these souls
We see all that is, looking up at the below

Such fragile fates that we command
Existence is an echo most do not understand
Existing sightless, selfishly
We see nothing beyond our own disease

The darkest poisons so alive
The shards of our mirror falling from the sky
The screaming shadows strangle truth
We see nothing now, because we lack the proof

All visions drawn out in the sand
Strategic advancement to take the land
All love is nullified by hate
Our souls trapped on earth, in this fearful state


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Our World

In a place full of technicalities,
And immorality,
Many search for financial immortality,

Few fight feelings of gravity,
Unable to agree with reality,
Another casualty, accepted casually,
Blind faith of causality?

Bad or good,
Yet not so simple,
Sword of shield,
Choice is instrumental,

Black and white, are details,
On track, not derailed,
Subliminal messages make things seem,
But where's the grey area in between?


Details | I do not know? | |

Commune

Celebrate your differences and commune on what you have in tune

There,s room enough on God,s green Earth

 to feel the Sun or bay the Moon

Enjoy each others delicacies

Take a siesta  sometimes when it,s noon

 Get along with peoples from shore to shore

 'Cause ain,t that what Life is for?


Details | Free verse | |

Untitled #82 / A tide

A tide of a
hundred thousand people
tides of change


Details | Epic | |

Shame

Long before the ships came sailing. Living here was the first nation. They sat within the circle. Inside dreams and sacred visions. At peace with mother nature. Earth, the moon and sun. They hunted what they needed. Then asked the beasts forgiveness. Many moons have come and gone. And the buffalo are few. In the valley of dead warriors. They ever weep sad tears. The white man came with lies. And his shallow little dreams. He stole away their future. Inside pain and degradation. We must ever walk in shame. From the pain ancestors cause. By the greed within sad lies. That destroys a nations people.


Details | Rhyme | |

Are We Being Driven to God's Elimination


Are We Being Driven to God’s Elimination? In the names of diversity and anti-discrimination. It’s like we’re being driven to God’s elimination! God is being “forced” from many institutions! All in the name of this country’s constitution! We’re told that God and this country must be “separated.” Anything less is what many would call; “discriminated.” Any forms of Godly virtues or values are “torn down.” Any symbol of a cross is often “removed from the town.” It’s no wonder that this country’s in such a big mess! And yet this country wants to be strong and blessed? “What shall the righteous do if the foundations are destroyed?” Meanwhile, the tide of ungodliness, is often “enjoyed.” Those who are trying to remove God! You must beware! His judgment is soon coming! And will catch you unaware! There’s will come a day! When God’s wrath you will endure! The wages of sin is death! This is very true and sure! People may think that removing God is the “thing to do.” Anyone who attempts to do will wind up as “a fool.” Only God can fill the void in life and true love within! Only God has the power to free your soul from sin! The words; “in God we trust,” in our lives must be applied! Everything we’ll ever need… God has supplied! God is this country’s hope! It’s only true foundation! We need HIM right now! To come and heal our nation! By Jim Pemberton


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Insane Creations

The game commends the shadow of gloom
As it hangs above our quickening doom
Pass the pill that empties our sight
Receive the cure, repeating this life

Our dreams unchained, forgotten too fast
Awake to run, asleep to restart
Define this world, we beg of our screens
To spill the word, as the truth goes unseen

Spread the gold, as money is real
To work and pray for all we can’t feel
The hanging man caressing his noose
His tie in hand; his money his muse

Mechanically the shadow now breeds
Within our hearts, spilling disease
Now those we love can’t stand to touch
The loneliness that has become our crutch

This game hand-made by fear and betrayal
Gone on so long, that it now seems too real
But a world so dark tempts reason to rise
There is a light telling us we’re alive

It’s just a game, none of it truth
Without dead will, the machine can not move
It’s only real as our conscious sedates
It’s only pain, it’s only us and what we create


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"The Walk"
An elected position walks into transition, but not without apprehension.
Thrusted forward into accountability , a  “ word” that was lost in financial history.
Blame and blasphemy for others greed, carelessness, incompetency and irresponsibility.
Unlike the blind man to our society, anger creates a false reality.

encircles him for others greed, carelessness, incompetency and irresponsibility.
Unlike the blind man to our society, anger creates a false reality.”  
A “change that we can believe in” is the course called destiny.
Persecution upon every action or direction by resistance and those individuals who remain in 
social captivity by their  own personal experiences or enthrusted perceptions of “what ought not  
be”.
Prepare the world for  the world is watching and they see “without corruption, and a massive 
scale of discrimination, injustices and judgment as their plea”, they are not happy nor do they 
believe that  they succeed.  
May forgiveness and mercy find it’s place upon his adversaries as well as for him whom they do 
unto in the sight of he.
People , we call ourselves “we” , do not lose focus, the walk for change remains on our compass 
to destiny and real facts vs. opinions will be our guide for future  history. 
Carrie Love-atkins@copyright 2010
corrected version August 20,2010


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VII: Conquered

A single, unnoticed ray of light
shooting across the sky at night
straight down to my head
in our conversations 
it is, as it has always been
between the King and I.

He tells me what he sees, 
and he feels for the unworthy
he cares for the damned
though he see the lies
that are fed from the lies
of the leaders

Return soon, brother in arms
return from the sea, comrade
walk upon the shore
or walk on water
once more for the doubters
the King knows all about us
alas, he has not returned yet
I will know that day
once, twice, more like seven times
to the exact the moment he's raised

Conquered by all of the hope 
of your allies
the few that still dare to 
believe in you
very same as the ones
who keep feeding you
in the outskirts of our realizations
the dreadful dreary dreamy illusions

The King best exists in the pretense 
of pretendness
at the moment just before, your mind intervened
and cast in just a shadow of doubt
that spread rapidly far, and between
this now makes him limited,
now I have my chance
to pull the wool off the greatest wolf
the world shall break its trance
I am now your lord
I feel all the world
I am always yours,
your Magus.


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strikes out

media quotes some sources
"a major blow" is said,
and on, and on, they go
high-flying low-res video
of many, many miles below
pressin' technology's clout
to takin' part in takin' out

stamping listed targets
one, to number none gets
to meet oblivion's keeper
Hellfire missiles deemed cheaper
than puttin' brave boys
out where explosive noise is

what would the constituents say?
the press would have a field day!
pointin' fingers, backseat drivers
callin' callous, callin' liars!
they don't know what's out there
they don't think we know, or care

that blowin' up is tearin' down,
an' tearin' down is buildin' up
democratic principle all around
sure hits a terrorist's closeup
- that greyish blur monitored
I'm sure was just a mangy dog

animosity is not what it's about
freedom's beyond any self-doubt
collaterally accept and blot it out
it isn't a old woman, it isn't a kid
know what we know, hidin' what's did
that's why we just keep dronin' on
believin' someday we'll finally have won

© Goode Guy 2013-07-19


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Mr. Belvedere Doesn't Live Here............

Parents are so busy and pre-occupied with their 
own lives,
They never flinch when the doorbell rings twice,
They yell for the children to open the door,
Chastising them forevermore.......
Yet, parents get upset when the children disappear,
When they vanish into thin air,
They blame everyone except themselves
for not doing their due diligence,
If parents really cared they wouldn't
throw their children to the wolves,
Who knows what lurks behind the doors,
Sometimes vagrants, up to no good!
If parents aren't able to handle their tasks
and have responsibilty for the kids,
They should seek a Mr. Belvedere
whose only task would be to bow and scrape,
and opening the doors so the children won't vanish
or escape.


Details | Epic | |

A Hero's Truth

A knight still shining...
Because that’s what we need;
Someone to admire... 
When the world’s on its knees.
So much is weighing...
On the shoulders of the story;
And everyone is watching,
For there own personal touch of glory...

Fight the good fight,
And die with pride and honor...
The glory that your feeling,
Won’t matter if you’re a goner...
But someone needs to stand for something;
So why not kill for peace?
Everyone needs a hero,
And why shouldn’t that be me?

Standing tall, decorated in flashy armor,
Carrying fairy tales in my heart;
But what is it that I’m doing here?
Believing truth that could only be in part;
Defending the greater good...
As I steal a child’s father,
Teaching him to hate everyone like me;
And I wonder why I bother?

Truth is all about your point of view,
And heroes are just the same;
You think you’re preaching peace,
But you might just feed the flame...
It’s hard to accept a story,
If you’re told by people you don’t know;
How can you believe in peace...
When there’s violence everywhere you go?

It all seems a myth or folk lore...
Looking through our version of history,
How can someone ask us to defend...
And or die for someone else’s reality? 
All to be remembered as someone you never were;
Because it reinforces their story...
A fallen hero to those that never knew you,
And your death was in their glory. 


How true is it... 
That you wouldn’t be if not for them?
You’ll never know...
Until someone rewrites the story again;
And even then, who will you believe?
Truth is all in the eyes unfortunate enough to see it,
For everyone else it’s tales of recollection...
So you can believe in what you choose,
But don’t expect us buy into your tradition...

Repeating those famous last words...
The truth is all in the eye of the beholder;
But what of those not there to witness?
Left to watch, as the world grows colder...
Hoping for our fearless heroes,
All the while knowing better in our minds...
Living a truth someone else put into action,
Leaving us to believe in lies, quick to bind.


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Perfected Insanity

I hear voices
I see people that are not there
I worship the devil
I believe war is the answer that solves all of our problems
taking drugs is a good idea
and if you see me i stand out in society more than you
I am different
and you all know nothing
for you give people like me power
you follow people like me
I will not tell the truth
for lies and liars and deception earns me money
I am your example to look at and condemn
to become a satanic martyr
and one day a saint for the church of christ
and on this cross of this grudge i am nailed and hailed as this narcissistic i am
for it all revolves around me
I am perfect
perfectly insane
and anyone like me should be on pills too
anyone that is violent and mongering after violence with lies and deception
no matter the scale
should be considered insane like me
I am perfect
too perfect for you
here to get my foo tin the door
stirring the pot
the things i find funny are not
the things i think are good ideas are wrong
the label i am is a false reality for you to believe
I am perfectly insane
a saint of treason and treacherously living on the edge as an example of do as 
isay not as i do
for you to learn what anmd how to believe as a society
before you giove peoiple like me more power and attention
and the right way to diffuse the powers you have given the crazies like me

so get your guns
lets smoke some drugs and off to war we will go
and all those countries at disputes with another praising higher powers 
hippoctically i believe you have it all right
and i thump my bibnle and follow blindly
for i am sane i believe and everyone else is right and i am wrong with no insight


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Rise To Power

Rise to power
Soar to fame
All that's certain
Can't explain
All I feel
Is much to blame

Politicians
Running free
Plutocrats
Not meant to be

Salutations
False to me
Winning losers
Never see

Time has come
To alter gaff
Mend the tear
That we must laugh

Situation
Runs amok
And beats upon
Fair nation's luck

To soldier in
Democracy
Emerging in
A fallacy


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MONARCHY

That reigning monarch's hammered earth
decided from my time of birth
God's choosing relevant to girth
could not, the adversary mirth ~

This somber will of God o'er man
encompasses the tiniest strand
as His, my aptitude stays grand
though Soul's alliance ~ trail command!


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The Minstrel

 THE MINSTREL


The minstrel picks up his papers

and lays them out on the table

he wants to find all the answers

but he knows he's not able

But he knows we can stand a million strong

or you can stand there all alone

It's not so much what we stand for anymore

It's what we're standing on.

Sometimes his good friends they avoid him

because they've heard it for so long

seems like every time they turn around

He's workin on another song or trying to right another wrong

But he knows we can stand one million strong

or you can stand there all alone

It's not so much what you stand for any more

it's what you're standing on it's what you're standing on

The minstrel sings about his heroes

from Jesus Christ to Dr King

He hears the war drums getting nearer

If every loving soul would sing

We could sing away the hatred

we could sing away the fear

If we could all sing loud enough

even the fool on the hill could hear

And he'd know we can stand six million strong

while he stands there all alone

It's not so much what he stands for any more

It's what he's standing on It's what we're standing on

The minstrel picks up his papers

and lays em out on the table

He wants to find all the answers

He knows damn well he's not able


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Gnosis

We seek to wrought with no Desire Detached from all Earthly Pleasures So yearning to know but with what do you hold? That are way is wrong, aren't we all greedy with lust and lustful for power? How can you know what is right When all we Ever Wanted was Wrong? Dreaming a Dream filled with Ignorant Knowledge It is what Tears us Apart When we thought we were Right We were Never so Wrong How can we Know what is Right when the ignorance settled so long ago? Humanity has killed The Divine with Desire Seek to know what is right In your heart For you; 'tis different for all Never agree unless your heart accepts Always seek Find your Personal Logos Be Enlightened Seek the Gnosis


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Georgia Just-Us System

When I got out of prison
the choice was understood.
Become a thief and robber
or live out in the woods.

There were no other choices.
Georgia law made it real plain.
After twenty years in prison
my freedom I could not gain.

With a check for twenty-five dollars
and just the clothes I stood there in.
I was told to go and sin no more,
but society wouldn't let me in.

So I set out a walking
not knowing what I might find.
Just walking on the railroad
with a depressed and troubled mind.

For forty-seven days I walked
in hunger, fear and pain.
Wondering what the hell waas the use
I'd never be accepted again.

But then I met my Savior.
When I could go no more.
He gave me strength for one more mile
and opened up new doors.

Then the past came calling
to knock me down again.
And now I sit in a cell once more.
Will there ever be an end?


Details | I do not know? | |

A WORLD OF MY DREAMS

As I tread outside smiling
The joy of freedom seems to have gone missing
The feeling of equality and security
Overtaken by the sights of torture and misery

Trust and faith lay shattered
Families divided, growing hatred
Scarcity of food, education in shambles
Is this the gift for the next generation?

Why is there no war against poverty
Why no war against illiteracy
Why no one to fight the war against hunger
And why no one to fight War on AIDS, the biggest danger

As the bullets fly and bombs explode
The howls of crying babies go loud
The scare and pain of getting orphaned
In their mind, always embedded

Few faces of evil and cruelty
Seems to be creating havoc for the majority
Why are they using their ability
To fight this WAR ON HUMANITY

In a flash, walking, I feel so lonely
Tears flowing on feeling their hunger and poverty
Hoping for a home and education for all
I pray for universal peace and health for all

I feel, not for me, but for us all here
I pray for a world where cruelty to humans, no one hears
But, I ask, “Can my prayers ever come true”?
YES !! Only if with me I also have ALL OF YOU


Details | Senryu | |

No More Fakes on Stage

why would realistic
politicians hire someone
to fake reality

no more fakes on stage
we want real peolple with real
answers to problems


Details | Free verse | |

in decision

left in peace or
right in war or
left in peace or
right in war or
left in peace or
right in war or
left in peace or
right in war

© Goode Guy 2011-07-04


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Someone Asked Me About Marriage

Someone Asked Me About Marriage…

Someone asked me about marriage, as a matter of fact…
I thought; “what kind of questions is that?”

“Let me ask a questions…  If I may?”
“Do you read what the God’s word has to say?”

Marriage is still and will always be one woman and man.
I don’t care how many laws we have in our land!

No matter if many churches and people claim; “civil rights.”
Anything different than a man and woman is NOT right!”

The first chapter of Romans makes it pretty clear…
The days of wickedness have drawn ever near!

God’s wrath revealed against all ungodly living!
Think about the garbage our country is giving!

It speaks of men and women leaving their natural affection.
Burning in lust toward one another
 with an ungodly attention!

For this cause God has given many over to a reprobate mind…
Many get involved with perversions of many kinds!

Professing themselves to be wise, many have become “fools.”
By not obeying God’s word… But their own “set of rules.”

Marriage is something designed many years ago.
It was Adam and Eve in the beginning…  This we know!

My question to you is: “Why not give God a chance?”
His truth remains the same!  Whatever the circumstance!

No court of law can change what God has established!
Everything that’s not of God is simply a lot of “rubbish.”

Jesus is coming back for a bride without “a wrinkle or a spot.”
It’s time we come clean and become
 “blood bought!”

Being the bride of Christ is the most important thing!
He is the bridegroom and eternal love he brings!

By Jim Pemberton


Details | I do not know? | |

Stories of the Cosmos

Warped in perfect symmetry
Ancestral imagery
frayed around the edges
revoke the privileges
of past remembrance.
A tapestry, a cosmic dance
of ideas woven, history acquired
kiln fired
and hand-stitched into the fate
that our lives illuminate
in technicolored illusions
and delusions
of in-consequence,
living in a pretense
of indifference.
Sun awakens
transmutations
of light
and this, is our birthright.
Spirit made into form
flowing through earth
we count our worth
by accumulations
while individual creations
hold no master-peace.
Jason’s fleece
was dearly won,
Argonautic ship of fools
in unison
sang a requiem of placation
to a God that tests the creation
of all sons and daughters
with the fires and waters
of understanding.
Prayer flags
wave in the cosmic winds
as the dance of the seven veils begins
to unravel.
We travel
inner directions
where history spirals galaxies through
merging time and space, me and you
“We all live on a thread of time”
Playing out a pantomime
of the ongoing conversation
that weaves the tapestry of creation.


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Miami

Along the river's bank the footprints linger
Not again, but towers nude rise to scanty skies
The first people gone now, the harbinger
Of the sultry end to paradise.
I look beyond into the depth of sea
Stirred, I close the door of jagged history.
 
                      ....

What place is this
Where the light rise to make a mist
That stars may walk
Naked and unseen?
What echo for the buildings hearts
The pulsing streams of loneliness
Splashing like music on the ear
Miming the mask of modern despair?
What gorgeous city
In shimmering dress
Stirs the hunger of my breast
And mocks my nakedness?
From river to river
And to theedge of the sea
Mansions of concrete
Perform a litany
Of praise to man's inventiveness
Genius is everywhere
Showcased in loneliness.
        
                   ....

Hear me, O city, of my first coming
Hear my hunger dilated on my eye
Hear my heart like a machine here humming
Hear my footsteps pounding my pensive sigh
I know, I know, the details of your start
Do you know the detours of my clenched heart?
Flow slowly here sweet historic river
The city has forgotten more than I remember.


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Logos

Logos! The Word of God What is the Word of God? to kill whom detest and perceive God in a foreign Manner? but isn't to Love thy neighbor as thyself? You must truly hate yourselves then Deny all, what is left to accept your heart will call back


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Submissive

Before Rick Perry left the race,
They interviewed some fans.
One woman said a vote for him
Was surely in her plans.

The journalist asked why and so
She went on to explain.
She thought Rick Perry’s love of God
Embellished his campaign.

That answer didn’t shock me;
Pious folks want him elected.
Her second reason, though, was not
At all what I expected.

She said, “I like Rick Perry’s wife
Because she’s so submissive.”
Those words were so amazing
My reaction was dismissive.

But then I thought about it and
I reached this sad conclusion:
Equality for women’s still
An out-of-reach illusion.

For there are women, young and old,
Who feel it is their place
To be subservient to men,
Which I find a disgrace.

We’ve come so far and fought so hard
Yet there are those still stuck
With values long-rejected by
Most females filled with pluck.

I’m glad Rick Perry’s given up
And stepped out of the fight.
Unfortunately, he’s got clones
Just waiting on the right.


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ICB (PartTwo)2

Pablo Naranjo Golborne / Pablo Golborne / Pablo Naranjo Nordau Neruda   
Pablo Neruda (1904-1973), This poet was alive during the World Wars One and 
Two. In 1943, Neruda returned to Chile, and in 1945 he was elected senator of 
the Republic, also joining the Communist Party of Chile. Due to his protests 
against President González Videla's repressive policy against striking miners in 
1947, he had to live underground in his own country for two years until he 
managed to leave in 1949. After living in different European countries he returned 
home in 1952. A great deal of what he published during that period bears the 
stamp of his political activities; one example is Las Uvas y el Viento (1954), 
which can be regarded as the diary of Neruda's exile. In Odas elementales 
(1954- 1959) his message is expanded into a more extensive description of the 
world, where the objects of the hymns - things, events and relations - are duly 
presented in alphabetic form. There is a disclaimer on the SSS card that says 
this is NOT for identification purposes please keep your card in a safe place and 
signed. Conflicting thoughts the police back home always asked me for mine 
when on the road they ran it like an ID the numbers was instant on the radio. The 
Students at this University take the Cat Card and swipe the strip into the slotted 
door it makes it seem to me just like the Mark of the beast has come perhaps 
early to some. Charles Robert Hice 429-04-1680. Deceased on May 13, 2004. 
Alive and living for the return of Heaven door. Jesus oph please come back 
before they institute the Mark on mee. To the purists of the poets no apology of 
me this is a fabel not a poem not a rhyme intended but a short short story just to 
past the thyme. My State Id Card has a PICTURE of me but no number at least 
not the Dreaded Social Security Number and it does have the DOB but not 
needed until called upon to produce it. Not yet on head forehand or forehead
or hand Most people will be proud to salute a nonexistent leader at the door to 
every supermarket in the world the name and number of the beast becomes the 
god.


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Untitled #236 / Buddy Cianci

Buddy Cianci! He’s
the people’s mayor!
“That shark! Haha!
Reminds me of my opponents over the years!”
He dances with the old folks!
He kisses the pig!
He poses with the married couple!
He lets no crack appear in his façade
even on the day his lover of nine years
is married in Barbados!
He is impregnable!


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Untitled #280 / $5 million

Finally. Thank you Glenn Beck. And others. On TV.
It takes $5 million to get them talking.
It takes $5 million for them to save our country.


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Proud To Be An American

when someone asked me to   I dug deep and found out my very own true colors of  thy self
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                                       X
                                       P
                                       L   
                                       O I  honor our  flag  for which  United  We Stand  as one not two
                                       R
My  own self  being within  E                                 


I honor  thy  family  and  cirlcle  of  friends I  have  encounter  for last  49 years and beyond

I honor our  Lord  Jesus Christ  and give thanks for his enriched bountys found within each

I honor and worship the land air and sea that I can see touch taste hear and smell each day

I honor and respect another who rises above to an open challenge that another turns down

I honor the thirteen colonies that are with our American flag  entire  stitched by Betsy Ross

I honor the American Soldier who goes above beyond the call of his military duty set forth

I honor the judicial system of the courts and laws of this land let justice be served not denied

I honor and salute the  American Bald  Eagle that is represented  by  our  country  of   ours

I honor and particapate in peace between one and another who  seems to just want to fight

I honor thy animals of nature and thy Christ  who brought forth for comfort and enjoyment

I honor and respect thy self for there for I'm just Proud To Be An American like you and you


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Do Unto Others

Welcome to the new millennium
Seven years in the making.
Forever forsaking.
Every year touted as the last one on earth
Yet we all know the worth
Of a dollar.
Holler if you hear someone knocking
On heavens door.
No one lives there any more.
We bury our ineptitude in Prozac
Leaving a chemtrail of excuses
For a meager existence.
Ya we got a persistence
Stuck tight to our convictions
All kinds of strange fictions
We can relate to.
Take two.
We wanna make an easy living
And we ain’t forgiving no one their ways
If they’re different from ours.
Mars is looking pretty good from here.
Nasa’s fear for the final escape from hell.
Oh well, I figure we’re better off without them
Let the Baptists shout them off and out a here.
How about a beer?
We have planning to do for after the fall
Damn prince is late for the ball
Again.
Men.
Third time then.
Had some ideas the sixties lost
In the purple haze that cost
Jimmy and Janice that open door
The gratefully dead rise once more
And walk among us for commercial benefit
A one hit one hit, never hurt a bit.
Even cowgirls get the blues
Just looking at all the used to’s.
Like clean water and air.
Really not fair
To the next generation.
What nation started the wars
And the what ifs and what fors
Mean nothing much
So out of touch
With our roots of empathy
Even the score
Take four.
Sugar plum fairies spun a new one
And LA went glitter. Get a baby sitter
We’re going for a ramble
A gamble, lose our homeland
To the security of perpetual debt
In the casinos of the golden carrot
Walmart shoppers
And show stoppers
Of celeb status
Getting at us
With attitude meant to be rude,
Exclude, ridiculed, died in the nude
Don’t mean to intrude,
but
Good company
Is so hard to come by
Buried like Pompeii
Wrapped in our denial
All the while
Our ship is sinking
And all the thinking
Hasn’t changed a lot.
All we got in the final analysis
is this.
Do unto others.
We’re all sisters and brothers
All nations
All our relations.


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How Much

H ow much love would it take

to overcome the hate

How much kindness could smother cruelty

who would stand in solidarity

against the madness

the senseless sadness

Have we the strength to stop a mothers tears?

We have strength enough to kill

we have courage enough to die

Are there more of them than there is of us?

Is there more of that than there is of this?

Can we? 

will we ever see

to kill for peace is to fornicate for chastity

Patience patience

We have strength enough to kill

We have courage enough to die

if only those of us who do

were not so close

to those who have no need to.


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The right to kill

this is not premeditated murder
like the chemicals they use to poison your children
if it's you or me
what can i say other than goodbye
it's my right as a human to protect my life
you knew before you started trying to get rich quick
it was destroying people
killing them actually
how many people are you gonna kill for drugs
seen it done before
three of my friends dead
because of you
if it's you versus me
you dont stand a chance
a no brainer
to grab a knife
and do unto you as you've been doing unto me
i have the right to kill
kill those trying to kill me
chemicals
i'm not sure i should do them
the right to kill
fairwell
you knew what you were doing
no forgiveness
you never gave me a second chance
anyone doing drugs is about to be murdered
those selling it
their killers
yet we put it on tv
and have no idea whats going on
fairwell drug dealer
take your own chemicals
enjoy the last spin around the sun
hundreds of thousands of victoms
and this is being killed for fun
do you get it now
new age soldier
lead them to the slaughter house
i would pay for the toe tag
i would be happy for you
to protect the society you deserve

this just isn't happening
trying to kill me with poision
crippling a nation
good riddance
this isn't happening
so good riddance
enjoy it while you can
enjoy it while you can
fun while it lasted
killing for fun
killing my children
crippling families
yet you put it on tv and no one gets it

this is what i always wanted
round them up
no forgiveness
no forgiveness
no jail for you
the game is over
no game for fools
I'll make sure i have the facts
and when you wear my shoes
and when you find yourself being victomised by me
those birds will sing it
you got what you wanted
you got what you wanted

the right to kill you before you kill me
drugs are cheap
life isn't
who are you to play god
and throw me away
good riddance
have a nice day


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Waiting for the Wind

Sitting in the morning just waking up on my side of the world today
I turn on the news see if anyone has anything good to say
Stock markets falling and another landslide while the politicians try to deny
Global warming and more killer storms and another thousand people die
and the advertiser says I’d be happy if I bought bigger car you know
I’ve got my sails out...and I’m waiting for the winds to blow
I got my sails out...and I’m waiting for the winds to blow.


Sometimes I think the world’s gone mad and I can’t stand to hear the pain
One place burning in holy fire and another in a deluge of rain
Sometimes I think that hatred and war is the only way we know how to be
And I want to sail away,..in a world made for you and me
Sometimes I wonder at the pace of it all, where’s everybody trying to go
I got my sails out...and I’m waiting for the winds to blow.
I got my sails out...and I’m waiting for the winds to blow.


Why can’t we see the beauty of it all in the sun rising every day
Life holding on to the sides of mountains and the waters rushing into the bay
Why can’t we live as if nothing on earth mattered more that the love that we bring
I want to sail away,.. and become part of everything
Why can’t we care just a little bit more, maybe let a little kindness show
I got my sails out...and I’m waiting for the winds to blow.
I got my sails out...and I’m waiting for the winds to blow.


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Politics of Corporate

There was a media sensation to make President Obama
ruler of this Nation, as long as he did what he was told,
Everyone would remain sold,
Two years into his reign, America is filled with contempt
and disdain,
From Wall Street to Corporate America naysayers are
screaming retribution, instead of Halleluiah!
They are calling for doom and gloom for those who voted him in,
The reign of consequences and punishment have begun,
A backlash for demoralizing the nation's favorite sons,
Privacy exists no more when one goes to pull the lever
at the voting polls,
There are spies waiting to report your elections like
mindless trolls,
Companies are engrossed in their employees'
political preferences, ultimately punishing them
for any differences,
Our Country would rather sink like the Titanic
than have a "zebra" running it,
Nevertheless, we must forge ahead and create 
change,
Even when we are ostracized and avoided like mange.







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I Don't Know About you America But I feel Like A Whore

I don't know about you America but I feel like a whore
when the Bush Administration wants to give me a $300 score
how many of our young men and women in Iraq will have to die
before they will admit that this war is one big fat lie?
how many more will be in foreclosure and become homeless
before the government realizes this a problem they need to address?
I'm beginning to suspect that 9/11 was a secret government conspiracy
so that Bush could justify an invasion in the interest of national security
where are the weapons of mass destruction they were so desperate to destroy?
It seems like taking the Iraqi oil fields was the only reason troops were deployed

I don't know about you America but I feel like a whore
while the Bush Administration runs out the White House doors
and like a good trick when he's done he leaves money on the table
then has the nerve to tell me to spend so the economy may become more stable
the corporations have sold us out and with the Chinese we're now in bed
more Chinese goods in America even some with paint containing lead
we used to be a country that thrived on production
now all we do is go to war and cause global destruction
the dollar is in the toilet and not worth the paper on which it is made
could it be because we're at a deficiency in international trade?
the Bush Administration has us again in debt to the tune of trillions
yet how is it that Republicans are still raking in the millions?

I don't know about you America but I feel like a whore
when the biggest John leaves us broken, bitter and sore
the Secretary of State believes the propaganda that's she spinning
the Joint Chief of Staff insists this war we are winning
but all we've done is cause chaos and confusion
It seems like America is the problem and not the solution
how many more soldiers will return disabled and lame
before the Bush Administration assumes any of the blame?
they talk in a manner that's most condescending
yet fail to remember that it's OUR tax dollars they're freely spending
let's not mention those "Hanging Chads"
we all knew brother Jeb had the election in the bag

we use one country against another to further our objectives
and when push comes to shove we drop them when there's nothing left to give
after Afghanistan and they way they dealt with bin Laden
why are they surprised that towards us his heart is now harden?
I don't know about you America but I feel like I've been betrayed
at least in the Clinton Administration only Monica got played

this poem took me 10 angry minutes to write


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Untitled #87 / Outside the Capitol

Outside the Capitol
a young veteran is carrying
a flag, upside-down
and a wheeled coffin containing his friend
harsh words are tossed, and a Patriot
sneaks behind, robbing the deceased of his
combat boots. Fly off!
Ah, but quicker feet! Tackled from behind!
Punches thrown! A fight!
Who is winning?


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Untitled #114 / Yellow bands, orange bands

Yellow bands, orange bands
join the cause célèbre!
It’s like a spring!
In fact, it is a spring!


Details | Free verse | |

Mental health

years of abuse add up
someone snaps
the judge gives them a prison sentence
which they serve and then get released
next thing that person knows as they try to rebuild their life
starting from the bottom

They approached you
two months after your sentence
tell you you are court ordered
for a 30 day psychiatric assessment
you dont get out for years

made to believe you are sick
witnessing nurses affairs with patience
man with a broken leg forced to walk
young girls screaming rape

the whole time knowing you are not supposed to be there
everyday another fight you can never win

finally you get away
addicted to their pills
everyday a struggle 
for years keeping appointments
not understanding what is going on

You serve your sentence
then you serve another one
never knowing what judge sentenced you there
every doctor from a different country
telling you life isn't fair

Doctor's lieing to your family
about biting and kicking him
maximum security forensics
in and out of group homes for years

Then one day you quit taking your meds
tired of the side affects
and suddenly you begin waking up early
doing your laundry
eating healthy
cleaning your house

the hindsight remains
I wasn't supposed to be there
no judge sentenced me there
allah almighty answers the phone when you call amnesty international

Unable to become erect
covered in scales
twitching
foggy thinking
when you can't afford not to think clear

Go tell eminem i get it
I walked the ward for you
made to think i was sick my whole life
and then sickened by the things i went through


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money: the root of all evil

chaos, confusion and total hypocrisy
what in the hell is wrong with today's society?
people seem to have lost their morals, their minds and their common sense
they've put themselves under tremendous pressure just chasing the dollars and cents
money the root of evil, the devil's favorite tool
to control the minds of men and make them act like such fools
they'll steal, they'll lie, they'll kill and betray
anyone and anything that stands in their way
not many are able to look around and see the coming signs
that the Savior will be returning at any given time
the earth is quaking, the seas are shaking and the skies are all ablaze
and when the Son of Man comes back they'll all be so amazed
but it may be too late for many as the devil will have taken control
of those chasing the almighty dollar for they will have lost their souls


Details | Free verse | |

ANGST

Could this infused intrusion

 Just be an Optical Illusion?

What goes up must come down.

The people are dragged all around.

What would the Bible say;

Take the time ; Search today!


McCuen 2008


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Untitled #105 / Washington midnight

On a Washington midnight thirteen bug-eating bats
descend upon the Air Force Memorial spotlights
drawn to swarms of their favorite insect dinners.
What a spectacular sight! Wings of evil crowding ‘round the spires!
But they cannot compare with the other species of bloodsuckers!


Details | Blank verse | |

News Worthy?

Each day the news, it gives no hope,
Providing useless information.
But is it needed? Who really cares?
What is the fascination?
In fact, the media promotes the bad
Making news of immoral acts
As if it’s good, as if it’s right
They’re not even reporting the facts.
Here, in the picture, Ang and Brad
Two people just like you and me
Their lives promoted by the media,
Not mentioning wedlock, just a family.
I guess, I mean, what’s wrong with this?
We buy the papers and watch TV.
We are supporting the downfall of man
The progression of immorality.
I know that what’s right for one, yadda yadda
May not be right for another.
But, people wake up and see the truth,
Ask, “what’s right for the Father?”
This country alone was based on His rules.
The lives that we share were, too,
The next time you see a story like this,
What is it that you will do?


Details | Free verse | |

Untitled #90 / Shall we

Ah! A beautiful day! Blue skies!
Sunlight, glistening, drips from the sides of leaves!
But no president, no congress, no media hears
silent screams fall on deaf ears.
Shall we make this audible?


Details | Free verse | |

Untitled #124 / The Framework

The framework of the Framers is framed
high in the halls of Academia
now it is obscured by flags and colors


Details | ABC | |

No News

No news is better than bad news
Only if that were the case
People love the media’s casting
Quests for disaster in a media race

How come good news is barely broadcasted?  


Details | Acrostic | |

Justice

Judicial 
Uniformed
Systematical 
Time Served
Independence
Constitution
Equality  

© Stacy Lynn Stiles


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Untitled #88 / Empty Pentagon

Late summer, late afternoon
in front of the empty Pentagon
the protest is over, nothing’s changed,
I’m walking home. But a young man,
black, blue jean jacket, buttons
passes in front. A smile exchanged.
The truth is known.


Details | ABC | |

Still naive

Naive
I wish to remain this way
I want my eyes to see everything
and STILL be able to cry

I continue to believe we are a world
not a nation
we are not colors or cultures
just us, men and women

When my son was a child
colors were something he put to paper

I won't give up, though, I started to
when I didn't say anything
I betrayed you

Mother, I let you down
But I will take up my arms
I will defend you 

My arms will hold you dear
I see so clearly thru your tears





Details | I do not know? | |

Risky Stupidity

Larry, oh poor, miserable Larry,
there is nothing wrong being gay;
but was it worth pursuing ecstasy 
inside a public men's lavatory?


Details | Free verse | |

Untitled #89 / Of like mind

Of like mind, the hundred thousand
but lives unknown, unseen, unshared.
Live your own. Better one than none.


Details | Couplet | |

Selectively

I have no doubt that is a D-flat, he insists,
No, no, that is a C-sharp, she persists.

It is okay having a nuclear U.S. and Russia
but definitely not North Korea.

The world can live with a nuclear Pakistan
but obviously not Iran.

A rigid set of standards is applied to some
while exceptions are given to the other ones.

No wonder the world is such a mess! 






Details | Rhyme | |

We are Americans

We are Americans,
No other race.
We live in America,
No other place.
We speak English,
Not Spanish, not French.
So why oh why,
Must we give an inch?
It is not right,
It is not the American way.
Is not how we live,
Is not how we play.
Give us liberty,
Or give us death.
Is how it was written,
How it was meant to be.
We are the best,
Meant to be free.
Not Spanish, not French, not Chinese,
We are Americans, if you please.
If you want to be another race,
Then leave this place.
Give us back our land,
Give us back our space.
Give it back,
Or we’ll takes a stand
And send you packing,
Out of our land.


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King Of The World

Say hello
to your
controversial
global
TERRORIST

I am not
unreasonable,
but
I can
BE

There is one side,
it is my side
so just save time

If you are not working for me
you are all against me
and you will be
replaced

I dont care
what country you are from 
or IN....
I CARE 
about you all

since this is the beginning
of the end
lifes going to change for a little while
I'm going to string you along
a little

Its not to late to tell
this is the beginning

Deadlocked
making war nearly impossible
consequence of the beginning of the end
and murder an extremely hard
and dangerous sport
for my enemy


Go
Go
Go
get the translators
Go 
Go
get my satellite system

There is only one government of the world
temporarily mine
sure
life starts when im fourty
are we the feds
or are we spies
to keep eating when full?


I am 
Important
Done
asking
you are
being put to work
with my survivalism

You are important and done mucking around
get your fists
your plans of survivalism
the lie has lived on for long enough

Get ready for the marching of the feet
the world is on fire
the rooster screams us awake
I haven't seen many miracles lately 

welcome to being part of my great nation
with your fists and plans
and survivalism


Say Hello
to your bruised 
broken
bleeding
controversial
Global terrorist
I am not unreasonable
But 
I can
Be
 see the realism
of this great nation
get your fist 
pull out your pens
and play along to survivalism and march in the streets of dissent

The King of the world has called out
King dead has come
King Unfit has fallen
and the king of the world has foreshadowed 
how life is a sentence until 
his surprise holiday


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The Thinker

I tend to sit and think each day
Of the world within our reach.
If you would listen to my words
Please allow me, now, to teach.

You see, they call me the thinker.
I’m here for you to learn.
You see, they call me the thinker.
What lessons do you yearn?

I gave thought to some politics
That exists in the world today
So bad, these politicians
Why don’t they just go away? 
They say that they really know what’s best
For those of whom they control.
Why can’t they see what’s truly best?
The world’s going down the hole!

You see, they call me the thinker.
I’m here for you to learn.
You see, they call me the thinker.
What lessons do you yearn?

I gave thought to the ecology,
The mindless destruction of the world.
We have to teach the children,
All the boys and all the girls.
They have to learn recycling
And caring for the earth.
They have to give the world a chance
For, to have a new rebirth.

You see, they call me the thinker.
I’m here for you to learn.
You see, they call me the thinker.
What lessons do you yearn?

I gave thought to religion
And how man has let it go.
They must return, now, to their faith
For, in this world to grow.
Man must develop all the trust
That God bestowed on them.
Knock down the walls, stop the wars
Reach out and make some friends.

You see, they call me the thinker.
I’m here for you to learn.
You see, they call me the thinker.
What lessons do you yearn?


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Big Clock

far reaching the endeavor of time
clinging to the monumental chime
our governor of time elected by big business
waking and eating and all that ends in ING
the governor big clock puts us all in shock
time to work or time to lunch
or for those with money time to brunch
time to die or fall in love
time for mating of the peaceful dove
the governor elect pleads to us all
to change big clock in the fall
to shade the day and lengthen the night
to disorient the birds that take flight
but as mercy goes and is found
once again big clock is wound
for the thing in spring is to go ahead one
to shed light on us all
reassuring the governor elect
will once again be the one we select