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"Made In China"

They can have my money
If it saves me money

The toys I played with when I was young,
Says I enjoyed their hands
The Labels read 

The cheap material on my back, the shoes I wore. 
How easily they faded and tore
However, I enjoyed their hands
The Tags on my rags;

The car I own saves money on gas
A tiny Honda Civic, takes me everywhere
I love my sweet silver car
"Manufactured in China"

The never been used--Made in the USA--cookware I own,
Says, I don't work hard at all:)
Yummy to Chinese all you can eat take Outs  
Thank you China for being part of this world
Better Yet!
Thank you China, for making this world a part of yours.

Shipped easily in a box


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Sitting in a cloak of black conservatism:

I feel my hands,
oily on the desk like shortening in
slate gray cookie pans,
the speedway inside forcing the absence of 

And my thoughts,
so flippant to implore
if a man with a chartreuse neck tie
can see the long wet streaks
across the cherry plane.

He speaks,
a sequence of interrogatives
common to the bored walls
of serious conference,
evoking tone inflection
in the pattern of polite.

Darest I mention truth?

I am your whore;
infect me with smug integrity,
smack me with false prophet leadership,
just leave some crisp bills
on the nightstand, sugar.

Yet my voice models his wavelength,
relaying back the catchy tired language
of one hit wonders;
eyes brighten,
hands extend
from the man who owns a chartreuse tie.


awards a loaf of Wonder bread,
and a two bedroom lower.

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Red Roses and Wine


This life has been but a carnival 

Ride within many ways its circus 

Amid silent reels; crimson hues...

Surreal it would seem if it were

Yet only a dream; these scenes

Of looney tooney and howdy duty

At, the seaside spaghetti house...


..."Red Roses and Wine"

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Temperature's hovering at 103
Very much too hot for me,
A/C busted, that's
plain to see...
Tenant's squawking
What can I do, let's see....

Stuck in the middle,
The owners just piddle
All I need is a sad fiddle
To accompany my misery

I didn't break it, this I swear,
And should some say so
They'd better take care,
I have my Panzer grenadieres
On full alert,
And it won't be waterguns
That they will squirt

So get a fan, take a cold bath,
Sleep on your patio,
Don't incur my wrath
Take a chill pill.....
Take two or three,
We'll get it fixed,
This I will see...

Not fun being the manager
Responsibility for everything,
Authority to do nothing,
Frustrations build quick,
Can make one quite sick

But, this too shall pass,
Another challenge will
take it's place
Cause this just is an
endless race.

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Dynamic Duo

Dynamic Duo 

he was so professional she was so mean he was completely subservient to her 
she was so unclean together they licked the platter clean when money ruled the 
earth it seemed to be a certain fact that people are at lack to have a say when 
money ruled the day the people suffered and cried bread some found in trash the 
poor man cries his cries reminds me of inky flotsam and she was seldom seen 
they rule the inner sanctum as they scream and scream they torture freedom and 
hide the caviar underneath the cavernous pillow they munch on nothing much 
they tweed they maw they fight the ignoramus they eat the bread of queen and 
kingly night repast a fraction of the cost at last a brand new management to bring 
ungodly gain a checkmark and a balancement the answer lies in forty paces forty 
winks the desert beckons the cactus drinks the muck puddle lies with flies and 
flying things to dissipate slowly now in winter grace as angels wing in air. 
 Dynamic Duo 

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Progress-- At What Price

While bulldozers, drunk with gasoline
Have once again freshly scared and maimed
Where once grew trees and grass and meadows free
Is now an earth, encased by concrete seas

Now engines roar, and drown out echoed glee
Where ghosts of children played their summer games
Forced to leave their childhood memories
In trenched out holes, in broken trees

The big top guns...ravage earth, then run
The dinosaurs raise their iron heads
Jaws dripping with loads of earth and grass
As gophers rampaging through his halls
Forcing nature's giants to their knees

Place by place the disappearance of the land
And while the green world our grandfathers knew
Is gone in days, with every oak that falls
When this new invading presense is someday done
Has had his fill of dollar bills, then abandons one and all..
Who will mourn, who will recall?


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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.’

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(Show me the funny, part two)

Are you a Lesbian?
 Did you major in the art of female anatomy and minor in multiple orgasms?
 Do you know all seven erogenous zones like the back of your hand?
 Then you may qualify as a Vagenius!
 But don't get too cocky now
 Just because you studied doesn't mean you'll do well on the test. 
 I've met so many people who can talk game but can't deliver. 
 I can't tell you how many times I've had to fake it just so I could finish the dishes instead. 
 Throw some moves at me! 
 Take my clothes off with your teeth.
 Turn me the **** on!
 Now you may be thinking that you can pass the test but please hold your horses because I've only met one Vagenius in my life. (Point to yourself)
 I'm not going to go to the Adam and Eve store just so you can grunt loud and thrust hard while I don't feel a thing, I'll save the crotchless panties and lingerie for my vibrator. 
 And no you can't use a cock ring so that you'll have more time to try to make me cum. 
 And please don't get all sentimental and touchy feely about it. This is a test, you’re not trying to convince me to be your girlfriend. Save the kisses for the wife. 
 So come into my bed and I'll tell you if you’re a true Vagenius.

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Romantic, close
A subject of sweetest softness
Cats can be loved too

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Life in Cubicle

The Noose is tightening.
The 5’s and 10’s yanked from our hands and aching backs 
Are spent on band-aids:
A last stand effort to plug the holes in our hearts
When the price of drowning is only getting higher
So we turn to tiny acts of thievery
Taxes prettied up, cashiers uncorrected,
Stealing at the edges because we’re backed into corners, 
Glittering with promises corners
Dripping with possibility,
With Island resort wallpaper
Sold in bulk at Wal-Mart for
Profit: A trail of crumbs called America-
Which has curdled our souls and we love it!
And hate it and gossip about it and think obsessively about it and then
We find the most expensive friends our looks can afford,
Shopping for substance (50% off)
Staring through the eye of a screen 
Light speed in pursuit of heaven on earth (Ignore the plastic)-
Until pop!
We die of ADHD. 
Never having had the chance to smell the genetically modified roses.
Never having had the chance to see through this kingdom of ideas
As we served out our sentence to life in cubicle.

Jacob Reinhardt

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Return Of Your King

Reflections of imperfections have shown me a way that I can move mountains through my power of faith even though I can't see him I know he is real through the power of prayer and a Love that I feel It's growing inside me like a flower in bloom shall I reveal my powers or is it too soon I am reading the signs through my darkness I find a reason for belief in the light of mankind that I know shall overcome the greatest of odds the Love I seek amazes me especially through the flaws because now I am inspired through the hero's that bring my throne through the darkness on which I return on as your King.

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If my dream could come true...Winner in Carol Brown's Contest by the same name

I would build a center for learning,
Working title: Community Wellspring
Where people would come to learn new skills and new ways
To earn a living in these times. 
No one’s job lasts forever anymore.
We have no idea what happened to or what will happen to our monetary system.
As the saying goes,
When one door closes, another opens.
If we are to transcend economic devastation and collapse,
Affecting everyone everywhere,
We must learn new and different ways to sustain ourselves,
We must gather together in mutually supportive communities, 
Kind of like here at Poetry Soup, only different.

No longer can we keep our cards 
held close to our chest 
lest someone guess
our next play
and block our way.
It’s no longer about competition 
and who has the most toys wins.
The first step to any viable endeavor is cooperation
And viewing our contribution through a different lens.

Today there are more resources, more opportunities 
Than our parents & grandparents could ever have imagined 
Or even get their heads around.
But changing directions requires a major paradigm shift, 
A cultural transformation of consciousness 
From being dependent on the job
To creating the job & the life that we want to live
From a place of strength, not desperation,
From a place of joy in service, not obligation.

Here at Community Wellspring, we would teach 
Internet marketing, affiliate marketing, network marketing, 
Independent distribution, selling on eBay and Craigslist, 
Explore the ins and outs of importing and exporting through Alibaba
Learn currency trading and form investment groups
We’d learn to become adept at building websites, 
And using all the tools that have emerged 
For operating and navigating in this new world.
No matter what their day job might be,
Everyone would develop and maintain multiple streams of revenue.
It would become the new 401K
the new social security
the new investment vehicle
What’s in your revenue stream portfolio?

We would have networking parties and events 
Where we would all practice giving our presentations 
In a safe, supportive environment,
Where cross-selling was not only allowed but encouraged.
We would have board game events playing learning games 
Like Robert Kiyosaki’s Cashflow 101 and 202 
and others of like kind and like mind.

There are few, if any, centers for learning this new integrated business model, 
This center would become, could become exactly that. 
If my dream could come true…
Community Wellspring would become a reality.

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Where The Next Dollar Will Come From

I'm worried where the next dollar will come from.
Will she ever arrive?
Will she ever show up?
But why am I worrying?
Stop it!
It's all in God's Great Hands!
It's all under God's control!
It's all within His plans!
It's all His
And He will provide
Because He is our Father!
He loves us!
It's all His!
Trust Him!
I know it's difficult;
He will not lead you wrong.
He knows where you need to go.
He knows what you need to endure.
It's all His plan.
It's all in His Hands!
Lay down your life;
Give the control.
He is in control!
Thank You Father!
Trust Him!
It will all be okay!
Trust Him!
Thank You God!
Thank You Jesus!
Thank You Holy Spirit!
I love You always!
I trust You always!
I trust You!
I trust You!
Yes, yes I do!
I trust You!
I love You!

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The Habit Mind

The habit mind
Is the holocaust
Of technology automating
Rational enlightenment
For the slavery of time
And poverty of creation

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The Interpretation of a dream Last

Shadows proned in pierced dark desolation
She waited for me on that day
A given chance at which to bow the knee to pray
There was a rich love I used to know

At bitter silence by which to go...
The interpretation of a dream,
No need for silence no mere solace scene
Never leaving your poor heart alone

As with a rod that Moses felt,
From a distance the sound of wild feathers
A whole host of words that were whispered;
As if you haven't already heard

In bitter silence we become unshackled
From the bitter place with cold egos glaze
The she suddenly spread her wingas on windows peak;
The cold chill sends a rage down spine.

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Proof In Her Prowl

She is a Battle Babe
make you mouth her as a FAV. ,
all her work an automatic save, a rage'n rave,
getcha cravin the ultimate poetic shave
makin demons a quick grave and enticin angels to misbehave,
She's a Battle Babe, no chance her style fades, she got genius in spades,
covert clout leavin you shamed with sheer doubt, livin to learn her upshot ways,
offend ya with a biting wit, pen ya witha whip whetted on the blood of your best days,
love ya like a lionized legionare, waste ya like a puny prisoner pinned against her spiked legs,
wicked wrath and affectionate genuflection the perfection of the Battle Babe's barbarous pathways,
the Patron Poetess of the Lady Ink Crew not fearin you, not hatin you, 
she's just beatin every ounce of you

You say she's crazy, lazy and hastey
some sort of Prima Donna in distress lost in lunacy pastey,
but this is simply a rumor reflected from your own filthy and phony majesty,
she prepares for battle settled and seasoned
like a lioness in love with the last hour of hunger
quiet and confident, instincts infallible in Society's saddistic scramble,
pupils green aglow, piercing the pale lies of this business' infatuation with profit's ramble,
the salt of twilight stings her senses, your stunted reaction she will savor
thoughts of your company falling from her K-9's kill of what was once friendship once reasoned,
she will annihilate facts in the false traffic of your tabulated fantasy,
she will destroy you for assuming truth in sunshine made from touted travesty -


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The Butterfly Flutters By

The butterfly flutters by—
It’s the symbol of our Company.
That logo’s on my bus so high,
Where clients ride so comfortably.
That noted fluttering butterfly
Is a noble Pacific Monarch;
You can sometimes see it cruising by
The Monterey Peninsula, light or dark.
You’ll see my bus parked by fine hotels,
Classy wineries, the Monterey Aquarium,
Beneath the Carmel Mission bells, 
Or in Pebble for the A. T. and T. Pro-Am.
The butterfly flutters by—
And in case you didn’t know it,
The driver that waves as he flies by
Also happens to be this poet.*

*The driver has been working part time since 2007 for 
Pacific Monarch Ltd., which is headquartered in Marina, 
California.  The buses are navy blue with a white butterfly
logo.  The author has written many songs and poems 
while waiting in his bus between runs.

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The Glass Goddess

All around me
Great cities made of sand.
Green sky scrapers poke through the ground 
To thrive in life’s strict conditions
And melt away with the tide…

Great houses made of cards
Form lines, and tightrope walk existence,
Knowing that any moment, the wrong brick may fall
And buckle our world to its knees
As Mother Earth shouts Jenga! from the sidelines.

So while were here
We dance with the Glass Goddess 
Poised miles above reality,
Leaping over the heavens on our domino stilts-

We floor it in the sky
Living death in the fast lane, 
Seizing the day
Because any moment 
We could disappear 

Jacob Reinhardt	

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Numbers Count On Themselves

          Numbers Count On Themselves

3’s make love in the open 
Twist with trees that turn from Winter
Count on music to reveal Spring
Several 7’s take lessons on how to Jitterbug
They disco with 6’s by the river to keep in step 
Zero’s boat house is open for business
Even ants look for action
Reason to leave the house
 4’s step in with them 
For the common good
For hours at a time, for whiskey and a song
The audience breaks into applause
8’s broke into fractions on the floor (Which is against the law)
7’s did illegal sambas (Knowing it was wrong)
Cops stepped in to stop this numbers game
Questionable digits and their issues are cause for inquisitions
Zero, the owner of the boat house business
Had no power in this matter
 8’s and 7’s, embarrassed, reduced by more demotion
Showed no emotion as they left the show
Taken off to jail for infractions of the fraction code
There is nothing wrong with any number
They all wish to rise above themselves
To make a better future for their children
Who start out like 1’s like everyone else
Zero never had a business plan or house
When he started out
We all began as little 1’s without a clue 
Counting on ourselves to get us through 
I guess you could say that is a plus 
The calculus of us

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The pain I put in the ground.
For such a precious thing.
The family enjoys their meal.
They plant their leftover kernels.
And wait for me to tend to them.
An endless cycle in which happiness is born.

21 February 2013

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I have an idea and I'm writing it down

Pastor Warren’s church in Orange County, Unity of Tustin too
There’s hardly anyone not affected; it’s sad but it’s true
Bottom lines are red, tithes & love offerings are lower
More people out of work, homes in foreclosure
Spending is dropping, business is slower.

Statistics say on average 34.5% of every dollar earned 
pays for interest on debt. Is that true? 
What if it’s more? What if it’s less? 
Whatever the difference, that’s surely a lot
When you think what it costs you to have what you got.

What if that interest could be diverted, transformed
to fund your kids’ education, your retirement
community resources & relief 
for those out of work or losing their homes
It can be done with technology available now
Put to use in a way not thought of before

I have an idea and I’m writing it down
We’ll create an annex to churches
much like is already done
with bookstores & day care & special events
It would house a credit union providing micro loans
teach entrepreneurship, financial solutions, education & more

We’ll have an internet café with alive water & foods
A venue for learning & networking & exploring strategies anew
We’ll find new ways to earn, to live, to spend & to save
In this place where we’ll gather to nurture, to nourish, to share & to have

Robert Kiyosaki of Rich Dad, Poor Dad lore
Said that the rich learn to network, the rest of us learn to look for a job
And when the jobs disappear
As they have this past year
Do we just throw up our hands & cry
What’s there to do? Oh me, oh my!

The Dalai Lama in September said
The world will be saved by the western woman
Which woman? you ask. Could it be me? Is he referring to you? 

I’m the center of my universe; you’re the center of yours
Can I save my world? Will you claim the power to save yours?

Community Wellspring
Water, Wellness, Wisdom and Wealth
An annex to churches
A model for living in today’s chaotic world
A solution whose time has come

Funded by interest currently paid to the bank
I’ll show you how, you’ll have UFirst to thank
It isn’t alchemy or magic; it’s just purely math
When you see how it works, you’ll probably laugh

And when we organize and network, we’ll create new revenue
For the churches, the community, for me and for you
By coming together, our world’s losses will end
We’ll be a force to contend with, our limitations transcend

Be a part of the solution
at From Debt To Equity dot com
It’s 2010
We are in charge of our destiny
Let’s make this a Breakthrough Year
…and do this thing

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Tea Bag

Clock ticking
Time for tea
Opening the tea box
Fingers sink into the peach flavor
The light on the electric kettle flickers
Pouring the hot water in a crystal cup
The tea bag ready to dive 
Time to infuse the aroma
Waiting for the tea to brew
The cup is taken 
Blissful unity to be sipped
The drip into the mouth 
Awakens the senses
Back to another day of finances

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Winning Is Everything

            Winning Is Everything

I pace the floors frantically in anticipation for my reward
I know my contest poem is perfect!  Perfect you hear me!  Perfect!
“NA” is the response I get so I clap my hands and then collapse
Left for hours, weeks and months in my puddle of tears
And I’m not paranoid or worried for a minute, no anxiety, no sir
I told my tick, my twitching eye, my monsters in the dark
Please hold me monsters, hold me to your heart!
Forgive me for doubting your existence
I will never leave you again or the spies on my balcony
They need new equipment and binoculars you see
To see me clearly and my soiled soul
It is a little dirty at this time
I have (NA) on my mind
Maybe next time I’ll rhyme a little better in my poem
And the spirits of poetry will nurture me
With the Soup of truth
If I even get an “HM” I won’t have to cry or die or pay my spies
(They are becoming a liability)
At least I tried 
So I rowed on down the river of tears
The river of my misery for years
With my “NA” by my side.... maybe next time

Created on 12/22/14 for “The Contest”- Poetry Contest - Sponsored by  Jerry Curtis

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A Costly Mistake

Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION

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Attitude Adjustment

It is always after days like this one,
of a kind of proverbial snake chasing
its tail, its form flawless, its strength in

numbers of its friends all rolling together
carrying me to the end of a long day,
the end being where I started, just as

dark, my breath as clear on the concrete
platform as it was twelve hours before,
my insides still a Colombian neck tie.

But I am still one hour and at least two
languages away from there, here in the
bar car, my head against the stretch window

as the Norman countryside smears by at
200 kph, a drop of casis stirring towards a
mandarin horizon fuller than my plastic cup of scotch,

tilting with each banking of the train only to
level out sharply seconds later, the minimum
time required - I suspect - for the stubbly 

driver to refresh his senses with a good chuckle,
which would surely be more 
frequent if they let me ride up there with him,

playing "I Spy" with our eyes closed,
testing the emergency brake and
scaring cars at crossings with the horn.

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Mutal Respect

Care and understanding and understanding of
honoring a position is mutual respect. Considering not lacking or pertaining
to a higher intelligence to a handler to hinder of confidence 
and surrender bold but not daring. Conception. 
To uphold onset and offset of idealism.
Pertaining to what a man’s word is. 
And my word is my word, either be verbally or signed on a dotted line,
it is a done deal. Memo to self: 
Mutual Respect.
To self description may it be action or will it be of characteristics of a man 
own deed defining ego or detain by estrogen to mean to find but to up 
hold the concept of the power of authority.
Surrendering to mutual respect. To consume the question, 
how does one man handle good business? 
Mutual Respect. 
To credit not the owner but yet the brand. 
But to install the fundamental values of success and creating. 
To uphold the right of the company and its brand. 
For the better of the workforce, put not of self but the right 
of the brand itself is a true understanding of a typhoon of 
Mutual Respect.
Found it in many of cloth of becoming the name and brand, 
a compound with of interest transcend to the peacemaker 
hand cuts trends to find better quality of affection of higher existing of deed 
of grade and pay and entitlement of age.
Mutal Respect 
Consisting of belief of quality of good business, 
withholding of  perch of understanding of class 
but that of a gentlemen attire. What does one consider his self of position of leave? 
Mutual Respect.
Trust and believe were started such compassion and tone 
and defer of outcome of a deed. Consider what I speak, humble of sue, 
and time of a situation. How to understand great work that makes great effort.
Now giving good time and good faith in the blessings of god, 
I write such a memo to myself.
Mutual Respect 
If indeed, put in position, for corporate or franchise, 
may I remind myself the feeling of unemployment, the status quo,
to trend or respect to employees of employed to know what is
Mutual Respect. 
May this be the rule of engagements of what I consist 
of good standards of good business. 
Mutual Respect

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The City And The State Of Play Today


No one worries about morals today 
They follow the rules they create
So to them all is ok
Those on the outside looking in 
Are the only ones feeling queasy 
As avarice and selfishness triumphs
So easily 

Good corporate citizens they claim to be
Industry awards abound on their walls
As thank you tokens from themselves
Yet society harbours a lot of ill-will
As it feels the often brute force of 
The raid
And destroy mentality
Of people only wishing to make money 
Any which way 
While Using up all of society’s communal resources

Sharks abound
The waters are forever bloody as they 
Know no fraternity and would gladly 
Cannibalize anyone with no influence 
The ability to upend competitors
A cherished characteristic 
In a bullish machismo drenched environment 

Bullet proof psyches
Absorb and repel any pangs
About unfairness
Blocking any regulatory or chattering classes’
Attempt at nirvana and equality 
They employ better paid lobbyist 
So always have the upper hand 
In influencing policy 

The gravitational attraction of money 
Towards another even bigger pot of money 
Numbs any cautionary instinct
That would take a long term view 
The thrill of instant riches
Overpowers common sense 
And even decency 
Fat cats they all wish to be 

The slickness of glossy tongued lobbyist
Who spin wrongs till they become rights
Embolden oestrogen low males with no inbuilt brakes
To take risks that eventually cost them disgrace 
They are champions of graft not of society 

Loopholes in legislation
That were built in by too friendly politicians 
Coupled with ambiguous suits and claims
Cause far reaching hardship when the good old days are long gone 
The villains only muster some phantom national pride
 When begging for a lighter sentence 
Some are forgiven
Others fatally wounded by an unforgiving public

Lots of money can be made both legally and illegally
As one racket is closed another materialises instantly
The conveyor belt of dishonesty
Overwhelms bureaucracy 
Who is not David to the goliath that is money

The ethos is wealth
The acquisition and the maintaining of gains
Not often acquired through hard work
There is no limit of acceptable financial comfort
For the millionaire always wants to be a billionaire
And the mega rich super rich

Money must always be hidden from the taxman
Shareholders want tax free dividends
Investors want tax breaks for buying with other people’s money 
Infrastructure and new runways must be built 
But not from the pocket of those who wish it 

With their hands outstretched
And always wanting more and more
From a government too eager to please 
We have a tax system geared to the advantage of party donors
And non-domiciled moguls and tycoons
Who know no philanthropy unless it is tax efficient 

Disadvantaging society by  
Never paying their fair and moral share 
The largess they reap so selfishly
They wish not to share 
Wages are low
Taxes are nil
Only the investor wins as we pay his bills

Fast paced expansionist dogma
Is preached within city limits
Only the highest paid
The biggest company
The greatest profits
Are allowed 
They are held up as ideals that all who
Wish to succeed must follow
Gunslingers they all appear to be
Rushing in to capitalize on the wanton success of their peers
The cloud of misery left behind 
Is never seen for the look forward 
Never backward 
Hindsight is never welcomed in this parasitic environment 

The political will to weed out these reckless demons
Is lukewarm at best 
The revolving door of government creating opportunities
For industry and industry gratefully accepting politicians post government 
Ensures that self-interest is king 

An economy built on flawed assumptions of wealth creation
Is one that must forever be in hyper-drive
Creating ever expanding demand and supply 
That is as real as a thief’s conscience 
When taking the rings off a dead persons fingers 

Money must always be made for 
There is no alternative 
Wealth is good
Poverty to them is laziness

The city is not the heart and soul
Of the nation
It is but one player in a system skewed in its favour
We all must share in the wealth of this country
To ensure its longevity  

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     H- hide behind, Hot Coffee
     O- offer one and sit down
     T-  talk, with delight found 
     C-  coffee cup from which I sip
     O-  overture of digestion, very quick
     F-  feeling better and here I sit
     F-  forensic negative in a pith
     E-  easy place for a donuts to dip
     E-  ergonomic well grained hit

     H-  here your worries drown
     O-  only one, now sit down
     U-  understatement of the year
     S-  steadily sipping with-in your peers
     E-  everyone enjoys hot coffee at the COFFEE HOUSE

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Packed up
Wedged together
Shut out from light and air, 
Little creatures indifferent to life or death
Of what comes
With the open door.
Looking for the first opportunity
To Leap
This intolerable life.
The Mass grave
Of a two-dimensional reality.

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She walked towards me 
And felt my skin.

Without touching me.

She undressed
Her texture bare
But why should I care.

She doesn’t love me.

I don’t love her.

We only act 
When the script is written
When the stage is set
While the camera’s rolling.

A fake desire
A fabricated connection
A counterfeit romance.

A pretended love.

This is strictly business 
This is professional.

This is sick.

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Food, Sex, and Money

Come back to reality
the fuel line, source, and parking head
you cannot embellish 
what has energized for millennium
Don't water down what must be devoured
Zeal in its proper input/ output
True depth of cave man passion

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Shadows on lipstick
The pink is turning gray
Flakes in the corners
But I still have to pay
She said she was the best 
Not ten years long ago
I’d pay double back then
But I don’t want to love her
I just want to talk
She seems disappointed
To the point of being insulted
I say it’s not your body
Though it’s not as young as it could be
The tattoos don’t both me 
Not even the rosary
I try to explain I need companionship
She says “Well then get a dog”
I can’t argue with her there but they can’t discuss 
Rembrandt, but then again neither can she
So what am I doing here in the Elvis Suite in Vegas
With a $300 hooker I picked up at the MGM Grand?
I was lonely for companionship I needed to feel a connection
To feel as if I could laugh with someone and share my inner soul
Boy was I sucker, a hayseed, a water boy on the bench.
Naïve doesn’t do just to my stupidity.
Well I tried to talk about poetry, politics, anything to get a rise
But her interest was about the money and the ride.
I told her she’d get paid no matter what we did.
And she said, “Listen kid if we aren’t gong to do anything then just 
Hand over the jack and I’ll be on my way.”
Well talking was nothing and I handed her the doe.  
She smiled and laughed and told me she had a degree in philosophy
And would love to spend some time with me just not on the clock.  
You see it takes a whole night to discuss Plato and only a moment to have a ball. 

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Living in the Nation

You made a choice,
You broke the mold,
You raised your hand
Now you’re living bold
	Oh, yes!  You did.
	Oh, yes! I did.

You turned your back
On pain and lack.
You said “No, thanks,
I’m not going back!”
	Oh, yes! You did.
	Oh, yes! I did.

When everyone else
Was still asleep,
You opened your eyes
And took a peek.
	Oh, yes! You did.
	Oh, yes! I did.

You saw the path
You made a way
You challenged fear
Now you’re here to stay.
	Oh, yes! You did.
	Oh, yes! I did.

Mama said “NO!”
Daddy said “No!”
Sista said “No!”
And so did your bro.
	Oh,yes! They did
	Oh, yes! They did

But you turned your back
On mediocrity and lack,
Said “Oh, no! This is it!”
I’m done with  trouble
I don’t miss pain
I’m looking for joy
Personal growth and gain.
	Oh, yes! You did.
	Oh, yes! I did.

Yeah, you turned your back
On sorrow and lack
On worry and grief
On fear and blame
You took the steps
You  fought the fight
Then you stormed the stage
On Saturday night!
	Oh, yes! You did!
	Oh, yes! I did!

You had a four step plan
In the palm of your hand.
You fought your fear
Courage brought you here
	Oh, yes! It did!	
	Oh, yes! It did!

Now you’re happy and bold
You broke the mold
You’re living large
Fighting the fight
Taking your cruises
Changing your life 
You’re done with the bruises
	Oh, yes! You did!
	Oh, yes! I did!

You’re soaring now
Taking life higher
Nothin gonna hold you
Did what we told you
	Oh, yes! You did!
	Oh, yes! I did!

The warmest of the warm
Came along for the ride
Shoulder to shoulder
They stand by your side.
	Oh, Yes! They did!
	Oh, Yes! They did!	

Mama said “No!”
Daddy said “No!”
Sista said “No!”
And so did your bro.
	Oh, yes! They did!
	Oh, yes! They did!

You know it don’t matter
Roaches gonna scatter
You got  new familia now
Go on, take a bow!
We got elevation
	Heart elation
We’re all one family
Livin in the Nation!
	Oh, yes! We did!
	Oh, yes! We did!

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I Want 2 Be A Billionaire

Chilling on a Fendi sofa in some Gucci loafers, watching Oprah eating alligator-n-
okra, above my fire place on the wall, I have a picture of me -n- a vulture, I turned 
the channel 2 B.E.T., now I’m being entertained by my culture, I want 2 be a billionaire, well I better raise up of this sofa and design me a sofa or some loafers, or own me a network like I’m a Bob Johnson or either Oprah, I know how 2 survive in a room with a vulture, I got my picture on a poster, I’m here 2 revise and better cultivate my culture, I wonder will these same billionaires sit on my sofa and wear my 
loafers, and watch me on TV, we will soon see, until then I’ll be doing what I got 2 
do, tryna be what I’m tryna be, a billionaire indeed, I just need some sunlight -n- 
some water, for I’m already a planted seed. 

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The Newspaper's Portrait of Life and Human Existence

The slimy backend of the American Dream
Coming to a screeching halt on an anonymous highway

The AC Press horrendously portrays the days events
Why do people read this discharge?
Isnt the same reason celebrity disaster magazines
Line every shelf of the checkout at the grocery?

This newspaper is the equivalent
Of a chain smoking, saggy faced
Ex waitress
With her uterus removed
Playing the lotto
And heading to Atlantic City
To get emulsified with alcohol

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The Switch Up

Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION


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The Pristine Society

Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION

© 2011 JSL

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Sweet Children, Sleep

To the Newtown Children

A poet cries with broken heart

Look thine hearts be washen clean with death,
God knows how hastily can be
By an unfitting goodly young man
Become just another evil’s killer.
Take thou no mean of life
That so tenderly and small
Arranged now along that cold room
Where a hundred of parents
Like you and I look on poor children that thou think:
One day they shall be a doctor or a thinker like us.
To understand really why the hungry death
Has to do for their final journey in front of this sickness?

O, children! American children! My children!
I warn thee in all my heart and soul
That could not happen so earlier on life
And where thou cast the peace and saint in the kindness of grace
Take care of them from danger, thou take for a leaf
And makes my heart bleeding every one like us become angry
How in this heavenly nation this massive fate could occur?

Hold me fast in thine embrace God,
Where my despair cannot be silenced,
Let you and me and everyone else to knee and cross
Our fingers against our chest and pray for them,
Give them, Lord, thy blessing give,
Pray for them and mother as well,
And I shall finish this poem with trembled
Fingers and tears cascading over this bloody
Sheet as an awaken wind has just blown it from me.

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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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Freedom to lie and polish our path evenly

Freedom/ slavery gestalt

What productions ensue

To get ahead and sequester the wealth

Without sacrificing leisure or health


Traditional paths wrought

Meet fault lines of fatal constraint

Free market bettors know ahead

To furnish class and a swollen bed


Its a good lie to tell

And what an enduring spell

Melting technologies, the wry adjustment

Polishing gold on titanic buttress


Be a good slave

And your freedom you will earn

Having much leisure to burn

And satisfy luminous craving


Model generations smugly implode

As the pension strategies erode

A numb cynical idea circulating

Running out the daylight in futility


All these antiques are left

The relics creak about in their shanty house

Framing wall paper and arranging eyelids

As they cling to a spiral demise

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Scam of the Con Man

Who hasn’t heard of the Nigerian Letter or the Australian Lottery won?
So what about you’re kids in college… what for them is going on?

My son found a job posted on the University’s Nursing jobs bulletin Board.
Apparently several students applied to take care of an old man coming into town.
They were each approved separately, and then sent a check…
Plus a list of nursing supplies and a wheel chair they had to pay for and pick up.
Apparently, the place to work with had already been set up.
Once everything was paid for, they were ready for the job.

Instead all they got was their accounts cleaned out.
And the Nursing supplies were another part of the scam, my dear.
In the end the money they had was gone with everything saved from the student loans.

Now the problem was made and you know what? Guess who didn’t care?
The police, University, and bank said it happens all the time.
Of course they turned away saying it wasn’t their concern.
The bank told my son he owed $3400 more, even through he was the victim of the fraud.
The Banks fraud department yawned and said they wouldn’t look into what was done.
In fact, they were sending his accounts into collections to attack him even more.

Slough it off, and attack the victim, and of course none of them would do their work.
Mail fraud, money fraud, and con men involved… across state lines meant nothing at all.
Attacking the victim is not where the Banks, police, and university belong.
So let me tell you The States’ Attorney General is the next on the list.
The Attorney General and the Federal Government is where to go, my friend.
Don’t give up on the internet, there are help groups there, that abound.
Tell your children of the game… to keep them far away.

The bank wants my son’s next student loan money for collections on the debt…
And he will have to work full time at minimum wage to survive.
You might say everything at the moment… is truly upside down.
But we will fight unendingly… to straighten everyone out…

What a Christmas job deal breaker… and what a way to find out…

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On Eagles Wings

With choice will grasp its fundamental pull

In time we can replace its timely spin of the wheel
In comfort its cup will long to protect the innocents blade
With love comes a pulse with gravitational pull
On Eagles Wings comes a flood of dispensational thought

One hand to hold a heart will mend
No silver spoon nor heart by which to mend
From the cradle to the grave its communicative salve
Through its hungry thought provoking apathy

In chambers of ghosts in sullen degree
A simple grasp at the evenings homily
In caged bars grasped its silver spoon
Shallow promises we used to thrill

On eagles wings the sea does thrill
Out on its fresh scenic brigade a steam train will
In haunting neglect reflect then stay near shore

Frightened by the ambiance drifting a shore

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Loss of innocence

Houses lost, friends go away…
Then others I’ve never known…
Some areas worse, some less…
But all have seen the scar…

Empty homes with vacant eyes…
The bank will own the loan…
Won’t let lose their precious prize…
Until they’ve made a score…

A few will pass thru many hands…
Most will wait with time…
In the end we all lose…
With tears in our eyes…

The only winner any where…
Is the bank that still holds on…
There was really no doubt on this…
As the monster gobbles more…

As still so much is lost by all...

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Christmas 2009

Recession made Christmas harder than ever before
Family’s splitting – money the core
Dad’s leaving to live on the street
So that young hungry mouths are able to eat
That some extra cash might be in the house
and children might learn what Christmas is about?
But without Dad gone, roof would be lost
for the bills are much higher – we can’t meet the cost
No longer can the average family budget
2009, jobs lost, even working struggle to afford it
Commercialism needs to stop building hopes and dreams
Childern don’t understand you are busting at the seams
Disappointment reigns as kids outside taunt and tease
No longer we fit in we’re all on our knees
Sinking. Even love has fallen apart
We don’t want this Christmas just haven’t the heart!
Expectation lower, depressions set in
Politicians not helping the hole we’re all in
Instead raising taxes they’ll crucify more
and this miserable life could be at your door
Will someone tell them that family should be together
sharing love, life, hopes dreams whatever they weather

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World Wide Web

Horizontal trying to manufacture soothing snowflakes
Inside this deserts globe the coolness, in their touch...
An escape from realities pangful dust; walking away from
These venues a breath and somewhat fresh air; generic
Fourth of July independence day time square banners
A collective shout their cup of tea turning the ignition untying
Wild mules five minutes gone by yet all be lost; the thrill
Past do it again, they scream popping pills as cutting
Dreams atop golden rust in mildewed editing floors making time
Forming lines, endless here you are another jolt joe, then off you go.

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To The Bank And Ballroom Delights

            To The Bank And Ballroom Delights

Right here right now explosions!... excited fuses!... Bombs going off!
In the back ally by the river bank
History rising to gun shots, balloons and music
Too fast to stop as something goes off
Ballroom dancing in the dark next door
Stumbling into the bank
Alarms going off.  Shots going off.  Babies screaming for a change
Drinks in three or more hands or so it seems
A little blurred and fuzzy on the scene
Music blaring, people dancing
Yellow wall flowers flying off the walls 
Exploding, floating on the edges 
With my sweetie peach we dance all night
In hand in flight over silver lights, flashing reds overhead
Music rocks history to death in the speed of numbered steps
Caresses of my baby warm against the flesh
Power drums pounding at the door of love
Feels so real, moving slowly, growing into building rhythms 
Primordial religions spinning on in joy  
Tearing yellow flowers off the walls
Hurricane bands of magic raining down on clouds of love
Enhancing, advancing on the living floor
Holding on to dear life, my sweetie pie and I 
Guns in our pockets as we rock
We came to rob a bank
Where did it go
Someone pointed to outside
Next to the disco tech is the ballroom dancing hall
By the river bank next door

11/21/14 Ballroom Delights - Poetry Contest

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Shameless Self-Promotion

Here they go again.
anything to win,
in shameless 
layin’ it on thick, 
	makin’ sure it sticks,
		slappin’ it on like lotion.

“click my stuff,
and I’ll click yours too.
wanna feel like the best 
even though 
it ain’t true?”

back n’ forth complements
are so self defeating.
inflating other’s heads for praise 
is a blatant way
of cheating.

“do unto others”
but don’t lie, 
to boost their ego.
misleading them 
to raise their hopes 
should clearly be illegal.

no need to read 
a word
of their work
while scratching their backs 
all’s fair
in tactical 

poets thought to be adored 
while chewin’ truth’s gristle.
before you swallow,
broke a tooth that hurt
like a damn 

feeding on lines 
with hidden agendas 
is worse
than bein’ ignored.
cuz’ when you find 
copy n’ pasted comments, 
your hopes 
are sadly floored.

how about 
reading and endorsing work
you actually enjoy,
instead of 
feedin’ folks a line of crap 
laced with praise 
and “atta-boys!”

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Slinking, quiet, bodies
So much power in those muscles
Don’t get caught in the dark with one

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Money Can't Buy Happiness

You lead a luxurious life, superior finance allows you to have a sense of grandiosity, people of a lower stature seem to fit the perfect mold for the term irrelevant,
like appendix,
but soon your wealth leads to vulnerability, standards become everything and the simple things in life no longer trigger your excitement,
so you begin to question your sobriety, maybe that is the answer,
little do you know dependency can be worse than cancer,
so you start off on the bottle, but that only provokes..
you to try something more potent, now your spending habits are more ubiquitous and basically you're poor..
but this all could have been avoided if you kept the attitude of the girl Next Door..

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A Town called Rotgut

The road into Rotgut looked like every road,
in every town I've seen, dusty
I've traveled through so many towns
and this town is no different
I'm tired, just looking for the saloon
and a guy, a drifter, name of Zack
Sent me a wire, needs help with a bank job
They call me Ricardo, an outlaw
Been on the run since I can remember
Enough about that, I'm thirsty
The trail dust is still choking me
Well, its not much of a saloon,
but it will do
Bartender!Give me a drink!
Leave the bottle!
Hello miss, thanks but no thanks
Here on business, don't have time
Looking for a guy name is Zack
Do you know him?
At the table, thanks
You Zack? Got your wire
Ricardo? Yes the same
I'll be around, but not for long
In fact Zack, after looking at you I'll be moving on
No offense, you look like someone who runs a dry good store
And I didn't come here to baby sit
So just pay me for showing up and I'll move on
That won't be a problem will it?
Didn't think so
Thanks for the whiskey, told the bartender you'll pay for it
I'm keeping the bottle, you don't mind
Hope not, I'm tired and really don't want to kill you
Good day miss
Yep, like every town I've seen

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Eye Candy Sport

       Eye Candy Sport

Pretty young things fill the caverns of love
Spectators pay to see abortions live
Bets are placed.
Sparsely clad girls with signs march around the rink
Pink, innocent, candy like parades of flesh
On display for all to see
Freedom at play
Skeletons flee the closets
There are no secrets or places left to hide
Eye candy virgins walk the streets at night
As pretty as a picture with a knife

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Black Coffee Mug: Red Wheelbarrow

So much depends

a black coffee 

faded with use

into the faces
of us all

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2Pac was Here

Play da camera man…for ya can
grab the photo clip and flirt hip
sling that gangsta drivel..for sure
reeks of evil the worm in da core..
but dontya sing no fa me

Frame me, shame me, claim me 
you mother **** whores
wid yer minimum wage stores
holdin down the frame
messin wid my claim
but dontya sing no fa me

Free de people ..let me Moses be
cause Im gonna part de red sea
part dat sea for ya
da sea of yer dream..
the plan of yer scheme
but dontya sing no fa me.

Martyr me baby yer playin de plan
cause ya made my day..left me dancing
I’m no back up man…
an I done wrong but who hasn’t …sh**
but dontya sing no fa me

We all been bit*ches and well all get lit
So sing my jive songs baby 
flash my my pretty face
life aint black and white
least I left a trace.............

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Steam Train Troubles

        Steam Train Troubles

Percival the steward of the train
Ordered foie gras and oysters too
But left them on the station platform like a fool
Wealthy customers will find this rather tedious
Trips from Switzerland to Germany can be quite mundane
There is plenty of coal though to keep the engine going
Steaming over rail and snow
Not too many murders are expected this go round
Business is much slower this time of year 
Train travel lost its luster over time and customers as well
It is quieter with poorer clientele around
A handful of rich still occupy first class
Hang out about the open bar up there
Mr. Smith forgot his ticket
His wife is having an affair with Percival
The conductor wants them both arrested
For their blatant misconduct most unpleasant  
Guns come out inside a tunnel entrance
Train covered sights and sounds inside the cab in there
When it exited, Percival was dead
Natural causes were to blame
With a bullet in his brain
Hundred dollar bills were scooped up from the floor
By witnesses who saw nothing but the trees outside
Steam engine rolled along the tracks as usual
Taking truth and reason with it through the snow

Created on 1/14/15 for Shadow Hamilton  - “Railway Journeys” Poetry Contest 

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Eat At Joe's

         Eat At Joe’s

Pop owns the Greasy Spoon Cafe
It’s just around the corner
Just down the road

He’s 95 and still alive
From eating at Joe’s
You know, his brother Joe, his twin and 95 also

His joint is right around the other corner 
Just down the road

I guess I gotta warn ya
Joe’s got hot dogs too
But they’re not blue like Greasy Spoons
Ready to walk out the door on their own
Like some strange life forms

There are some questions about rubber bands that persist
Found in soups at Pops

One day I discovered a tooth in one of his fine dishes 
It was still delicious and the tooth belonged to Pop
He said, “No extra charge”….. “Keep the fossil”

There are no menus at Greasy Spoon
All plates are made from memory
Something Pop lost long ago

We all love Pop lots and lots but true is true
So my advice to you
Is Eat At Joe’s (You know... the other twin brother's place)

It’s just around the corner from the other corner
Just down the road

Please… Eat At Joe’s for your own safety sake
Tell um I sent ya because I know what I knows.
Eat At Joe's

Entered in the past for Kelly Deschler's Contest "JUST DOWN THE ROAD" re-entered here for her contest "My Last Contest" on 1/27/15


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You have unfailingly demonstrated your love
      every law     supporting      our galaxy
is so      harmonious      that this
little blue paradise      could not exist
      every      thread      and       movement
so precise      we can measure
its movements right down to atomic levels
All so         this small space
could provide          everything         anyone
who had           any appreciation
might understand that we have
      been provided abundantly          every delight
in the way         of plans          for a Utopia
      Yet the movements      of every ruling body
of science         religions         governments          corporations
      seem bent         on destruction
tampering      with the finesse      of precision
      incorporated      in the molecules      of life 
Continuous self reproduction      and regeneration      in nature
right down to making           "seeds who self destruct"
      to make nature          exactly as themselves
I divorce publicly          these unions of violence
demonstrated in their every thought and deed
      poisonous words          poisonous chemicals
totalitarian ideology          pandemic to 
the leaders           of these factions 
      warring with each other          hoarding the
wealth       of a planet       given freely to
      the father of our species
And if you don't believe that
          then think nature gave it freely
of her every fruit         produced by her ground
who delight in the peril      and fall
of your own family
      who know not          nor recognize
your own worth      or the worth
of everything          and          everyone around you
No , but you      fall at the feet
admiringly of all               these mongrels
          the media who worship
          these fine movers and shakers
who roll      right over you      and think
you should be trained groupies
these men          who kill your planet
          with ideologies and philosophies 
whose very design          is to denigrate
your worth          and exalt themselves
Therefore       I will exalt      in your instruction
          the progenitor of life       for as surly
as we examine          the work of life
      we are moved      by its abundant wealth
freely shared      with all who live on this little rock
to examine          why we all are unable
to fluently          live          within its confines
I think I will not walk off the cliff today
gravity is my friend if I know her rules
COPYRIGHT © 2012 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC

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Inclinations Of Fan

            Inclinations Of Fan

Ceiling fan mesmerized the day’s hypnotic flashings
Sunlight fractured through rotating blades
Someone must have traduced it with black magic
Or a switch turned on when we weren't looking
False currants of air, created up there 
Pretending to be wind inside the room
Are merely fabrications of the ceiling fan 
Humming complacently about a motor at its core 
Variable speeds at war with nature
Pretending to be wind is such a sin
Slow, medium, fast… won’t last forever
Ceiling fan will stop one day for many reasons
Electric cost is at the top
An condition unit will replace it for a time
When the grid goes out by bombs or hackers
Paper fans will do just fine

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In columns of grain spoiled the base

Through traverse memories in equated pace
With vanquished triumph to exploit
A challenge to be free is a question in time
Every verse in the bible is an index to Jesus

Some say we our intollerant people don't like you
Yet who are they a whole pile of wood spent in trees?
Here I am Lord is it I Lord?
They have selected hearing
An indifference in the church for God hates apathy
God dislikes indifference

God dislikes indifference

Do you attract people to you ?

The desperate world came to Jesus for help
Come see a man who knew everything I have done
From a far view tangled in the wind
The world is against Christ always has been!

We tangle our wings through amother means
The strongholds have bind to lead to mend
In ardent pastures will provide yet must depend
In rich columns of grain spread abroad

Jesus is still a garden of roses to me
Just suppose we drifted away on eagles wings?
To sour for the asking in the rich basking
The stolen dress that she was masking

Shades of pine in sullen derision
In the after life we can be delivered
In columns of sequential vast secure
Shades of pine and aim to get a cause or its cure.

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Barter your service
          your goods
          your skills
You have value
than you determine. 

Money is not the only mode,
you're smart
combine the 2 and the 2.
See what you can do
to make it through !

Copyright McCuen 2009

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Black Suits

Sharpened minds 
Expert calculators
Critical analyst 
Motionless elevator

Crisp reports
Excellent speech
Suits black 
Skin impeached

Strength is Black 
Brilliant talent 
Commitment unsurpassed 
Removed from ballot

Work most requested 
Quality Observations
Families sacrificed 
Review of course unexpected 

Sharpened suits
Crisp reputation 
Strength consistent 
Powerless nation

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A Constructive Life

            A Constructive Life

I love my job as builder so I resigned
Construction of high rises rose to the occasion of the day
Weighed me down with pressure
Edifices will have to design and build themselves
And rise to the sky alone
I’m going home to write a poem today
Perhaps it’s time to pray for rain
To contemplate this sad dilemma
Who will pay the rent?
The architects of time?
While I work with words that go no where
Simply pulled from thin air without a care
Lacking concrete foundations or sound ideas
Equipped with nothing for survival
Yet somehow things still take on solid lives and thrive
Who will pour the cement into molds when I grow old?
And hold steel beams against the cold?
A resume is in my future for planning grand 
Ground breaking the horizon
I love my job so much that I resigned
Don’t tell my wife
She’ll start to cry

  Created on 7/17/14 for Teeter Totter Poem-Balance the load contest

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Little Green People's Work Is Never Done

          Little Green People’s Work Is Never Done

Life calls on little green people, to work, to continue
As everyone else sleeps in
Hiding from the corporate comatose leader 
Normal people rise, at a later date, from beds dead tired
Smiles crack on faces; lines move along the traces of old age 
And breaks the new dawned day wide open
You can’t count on little green people for anything
They work for nothing.  They work for free
They cut trees down in forest with their teeth 
Place them into piles for safe keeping
And by the way
Arrive from outer space from other planets to take our place
Little green people take our jobs
I know this can’t be done
They have no work permits
Their visas have expired 
They must line up to be deported as per orders
You can’t count on little green people 
Without proper documents
It is illegal 
They never sleep but hang out inside of freezers
Or cold, in wooden boxes, toxic beyond their borders
Catch colds, catch fire with the trees
To burn the forest down
Pretend to weep, pretend they don’t have matches
Call it an accident as they move from house to house
No one keeps the peace and secrets like little green people
You can count on that
They press their little green suits with tiny irons
And eat their greens.  They even kiss your feet
Some pray for peace in churches
Just like the rest of us
Little green people will never move back home 
Work is finished there
Their suns burnt out
But other work still needs to be completed
It continues on the foreign dawn

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The Trader

The quick thumps made 
          me realize he is breaking 
down, little by 
          little –

As opposed to those 
          footsteps of his bolding 
audience – on a 
          rattan chair.

He must have thought
          of fortune as plenty as  Dinorado* .

However, he is a Chinese;
          he had no ornate of
cats, of Buddha, of dragons
          – he is allergic to them.

But he is a Chinese;
          and Chinese believe in
luck, charms, and 

*Dinorado is a rice variety.
Ca. 2007

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Dress Code

Dress Code

Black pencil skirt
Black pants and black shoes, black blouse that’s the dress code here all black.

To a Macys employee our dress code identifies you and where you work-Macys.

I interviewed for a job at a nearby Macys department store so….
I get a nice email saying I didn’t get hired not once not twice but three times in five years.

I say I’ll apply again but the same thing happens and I wonder aimlessly if I’ll ever get hired at Macys.

I am very interested in Macys Careers after College after I graduate from college in about a year.

I once got hired at JC Penny. I really wanted and still want a job at Macys to be among the “employees” that must follow the dress code.

I would do it proudly.

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The Ghost of Writers

 This is the real world
 expressed in the form of several days
 worth or ghost writing.
 Kowloon: The Walled City of Imagination; cosmetic dentistry; 
 New York's most iconic photograph; container shipping; 
 How are pets handled in divorce?
 Medical cannabis and kids; plumbing and drainage inspections; 
 immigration counseling lawyer in Chicago;
Metal fabrication in Chuckey, Tenessee; How home security alarm monitoring works; How to make an HDR Photograph;
 toxic torts; audiologists; plumbing and drainage inspections; 
 Tenth Edition, Calculus Early Transcendentals; 
 ISEE test preparation in los angeles;
 vinyl windows in Beltsville; great printers for Mac computers; 
 orthopedic doctors in Herndon, Virginia;
 container shipping; public adjusters in philadelphia; custom order fulfillment in Golden Valley; Minnesota; land surveys. Ghost writers know the real world better than poets.

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Borrowing a loan to pay the bank to reward the future

Circuitous im sure
Who doesn't save to live?
Bet on the future
To ignite drive

let me switch gears
been idling in no man's land
Unapproved though prequalified (yarr)

Time to reside
but sentinals hawk my glance
Chance must be played
In a casino loft

Human rights im sure
To free trade agreement
What about squatter's rights?
To eat and breathe

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The Faithful Lady

A problem to most men and A dynamic explosion to anything I paint orange
The missing link is always overlooked, of course I'm Intellegent enough to say it loud, I never fear the unknown and the way I started here was unexpected especially to the purple power I be coming In A Cherry Terror . AS I screamed them words I woke up and IT Echos and it's sick faces 
My enemies make they cant believe Im bold they question my sanity but in truth I sanitize in troops of men i am the line with a hook on it, Not with a rifle and scope no! with a ****in tomahawk I kill the hit sticks and i feel the Assasins. A team so strong they laugh in the face of danger, they master the statosphere she creeps as mr backup I cant believe she paints a masterpiece and the enemy retracts in fear, As the Power is the utmost respected, not one man with sense would toy with it, i just like to strengthen things and make them strong, no easy target here, no abuse of power, respect the blue i paint myself in, we're all in agreement i think, i love the feeling of course its an enviroment where understanding is appreciated, for The Law is Love untill you seek her life, I dont play Assassin games, Im a Alpha Dog unilke you demosicated Officer at Parole, I be risking my life for this girl i saw, she be several delights in my heart as we connected She sees exceptionally well cuz i make it very clear

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Dead City

Calculations of grief take stock in the supermarket pavement
midnight streets first impression to the concrete placement
black recycled oil stains painting with wires tired and lazy
contained by the curves a labyrinth never ceasing to amaze me
lights like traffic dividing and conquering political geometry
Swamping gutters that clutter to find thicker narrow cholesterol flow
her chambers revolving inconsistent choking the pollution control
grinding and teething on the construction houses like shallow holes
where the ghost engage in masquerades of timeless music searching for a soul
I once was a member of the census proudly standing above the cellars below
now I cringe hidden in the chimneys  industrial disaster of the acid bath
Our hearts no longer echo off the gravity now rusted by the aftermath
tomorrow I know how sad ill look back at the present auctioned  to the past
I could of done better had I convinced my heart sooner than last
But like lovers who waited too long in the snow I over endulged arrogantly masked
Defeated and broken by the machines of the cold driven under by the murderous frost
In a dead city buried alive haunting  progress unforgiven like always and completely lost

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Avocado - a true story

     Avocado -  a true story

It’s green
Not Martian
Avocado fell from high
Perhaps the sky
Or margins thereabouts
More exact
A tree or branch released it down
And found my wife
Nearly took her life
Her eye was hit directly
With bump…. then lump
Untold un-pleasantries of course were hers
She did not cry
But made a side dish of revenge
With proper justice served
Guacamole anyone?!

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The Modern Thieves

The crafty looters rob even the wisest.
Suit of great flashy clothes,
And bangles of gemstones or beads of lustrous metals.
One speaks our pain.
But the second tier opens the parcel of molten riches,
They dare! Wanting our gains.
The third one joins the second.

Idle mouths cracked up,
He told anybody the truth.
But no one believed him.
The wolf howled.
Silently, sneaked and grabbed the witness’ back.
No one heard the explosion,
For we feared the wits of the bulls.
Bit by bit, time engulfed the tales;
Remnants hid within pebbles,
Soft mounds, laid within a wooden or metal box.

You can hardly point at them.
The finest liars surround the poisonous wolves.
They wear sweet perfume.
They smile with charisma.

Dare not your half will,
Or you’ll bear eternal silence.

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(Journey to the East – Youth Service at Enugu State)

On a Friday night, July 1, 2009
I found myself at Onitsha, home for all as it is called
The eastern economic backbone and business centre of the Igbo people
Accommodating the good, the bad, the poor and the wealthy
A colleague to Lagos of the Yoruba people in the West
Unlike Asaba, its closest brother it’s always busy,
With busy people during their business in the busy way
As late as it was, it seemed to be the breaking of a new day
If works were to be equivalent to wealth
The world wealthiest people should have emerged from Onitsha
Suddenly, the crowd seemed to disappear into a thin air
Everyone moved as if they were late for an occasion
Diminishing like little water pour in a very hot pan
So fast like a speeding car passing a little boy
I wondered how the "fat crowd" of people could be swallowed up by that "thin city" in a twinkle of an eye
Standing by me was a man that seemed not to be in a hurry
I had to ask him, “where is everybody hurrying to?”
“They run for the safety of their lives and properties”, he replied with a baritone voice
That got the floor vibrating as if a tremor as just taken place
As he turned to look at my face, he continued “Ina, this is Onitsha, home for all. No man trusts another”
At those words, it occurred to me that I have not gotten to my destination
But it was late to continue my journey
And since I was then aware I was in a land where no man should trust another
The only place I could go was a nearby church
The best choice of a place to pass the night for a pilgrim like me.

© 2009 

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Fasten Your Belt

Everyone says there must be something better
They look over their shoulder and wipe the dust of their sweater
Not the dust of manual labor
From sitting on a shelf, contact paper

No better way to make change that sit in a chair
Flip through channels
Watch the news 
Anger builds up and all that stands is your hair

Got your pink slip today
Straight out of the blue?
It's right in the middle of the blue
Since it's wasn't you, 
Didn't expect it's show up on your bay

Push it off, 
Yeah, keep pushing it off
Blame others
Yeah, that's a thought
President of the United States
Major Corporations
Who else has made you a slave?

Yet your still in your chair,
Flipping through channels
Watching the news
Hair is still standing

You don't know?
Sit in your chair
Try to turn the wheel?
Bank robbed?
Wish you could steal?
That's a great idea!

Get out of your chair
Long enough to adjust your belt
Too much junk?
Revenge, not sure how it's dealt?

Go outside and run a lap
Important to keep your mind on track
Next time you shop
That money in your wallet
Better to go a mom/pop shop around the block

Next time you need a loan
Try a local credit union 
Next time you go out to eat
Pick a local eatery 

Where there's a will there's a way
To read and ignore this would be a damn shame

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Shallow pools cloven tide within heightened scale to oblige

Some may choose to run away & hide?
Within its sought manifestation a lethal side will play
Although amidst its horrific grasp in time

Nearer toward the notion of extravagance,
Through tests with divers thoughts in escalating
In deeper shallow pools the timeless conquest of rest

As if a caged rat that was hidden in a tiny hole would vent

The inner change from haste we will wait to end its test

To become transparent amidst ivy briars would grasp;

With thorns pierced to skull to dull its inflated rhyme...

See, I think different then most
A sorted lost seagull flying outside on the coast

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A scrape then what will appear through its gate?

An impulse through the primal fabrication enough of fate,
In temporal dwellings a pull away from what is ordinary
Then vanquished amidst the pride on its temptress
A tug at the heart will light an inner spark to what it was

Shelter lies dormant amidst its beckoning call asunder


To allude its prefix amidst the target
You have all turned your backs on truth
Instead in its place you have fully erected idols to honor your dead

In days of lament an impulse caressed its timeless vent

You are a carrier of heartache amidst its spoil
In carnal days of false promises


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Life's forecasts

This life is full of surprises,
In one days life multiple can be born,
Several more life's exposed to the elements 
Bow our heads, 
can we morn?
Please forgive for all these sins 
giving back must not be in the forecast yet,
I only see debt filling up my window sills 
So I'm all in, what ever it takes 
Sin over and under it's all in the upcoming of 
a young entrepreneur, as for now
I'll pray and weave my nightly thoughts away in with the rest
Can I rest?
When it's in the forecast as for now I'm back 
To the grinding stone, thinking of ways to get by without
Getting stoned for all the sins 
Playing no games barley with time to think straight.
Make no mistake from here on out I'm flying high, highly appreciative 
For these words our weapons

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A Woman in the Sun

	Light is kin to vapor, 
	to certain fogs, 
	and the effervescence of ideas,
	yet Edward Hopper’s summer light, 
	when it comes late in the afternoon, 
	is solid, opaque,
	the color of soft butter,
	heavy with heat and remorse, 
	raking low through the window, 
	its yellow rectangle 
	falling across the floor. 
	The woman is nude, 
	standing still, 
	alone in that block of light, 
	the shadows of her legs 
	subtracting thick black lines 
	behind her, pointing toward the door
	not seen through which her lover 
	departed only a moment ago.
	See how the bedcover is rolled down, 
	the sheets wrinkled, 
	the after-cigarette 
	casually held in her right hand 
	while she stares absent-mindedly 
	at the floor as smokers will do between drags, 
	lost in thought and recollection 
	and questions of how did it come to this?
	Her angular naked body, 
	no doubt soft and yielding 
	while in the throes, 
	has become a rough impasto, 
	perhaps Hopper’s way 
	of portraying her authentic self. 
	Oddly, her left breast 
	appears to be an afterthought, 
	forcing her shoulders toward me, 
	while her hips and eyes 
	face the window. 
	Can the human body rotate this way,
	clockwise and anticlockwise and clockwise
	requiring the oddest skeletal geometry? 
	My own geometry 
	is a more modest version
	of this torsion, 
	so perhaps Hopper’s vision 
	isn’t impossible after all.
	Her lover has gone now, 
	the afternoon’s business done. 
	They will go their separate ways, 
	which was the plan all along, 
	of course.

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light decantible blue

clear your throat
cause heres the pause in the canyon
with all the trees
spring year

they make
golden dreams
seductions seed

dim on mornings
she said
light decantible blue

was an
as drowning

only sailors did that
and only then
by fog rolls
in prelude

on verso
of card sent
so soon

the positive rue
we begin

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Kick punch turn
Earn your place
The belt you deserve

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Gold Leaf

            Gold Leaf

Gold leaf frescoes on a church wall are very lovely
Saints and angels on display at a pretty price
Just outside, mold takes over, clings to surfaces, settles
Poor people float inside like famished spirits
Transformed with tarnished shoes and souls 
They see the glow of heaven at their heels
Marbled floors and altered states of grace
Collection baskets fly by, gobble up dollars
More gold leaf is needed
Walls must be fed
Outside mold clings and grows
Ivy also, on the ancient structure, very pretty
Gold leaf comes at a glowing cost
Lovely frescoes, angels and a cross 
The priest promises to feed the congregation
Perhaps next season 
Hunger must wait, we understand 
More money is needed immediately
Gold leaf angels are more than mysteries
They are financial emergencies, for gold leaf frescoes 

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Black Friday

When the dark moon arises, 

and the neon signs beckon you to stare, 

do you venture out into this strange consumer shopping world, 

where ravenous shopping zombies await you if you dare, 

It is only for the very bold and the strongest, 

those who can get pushed around without the slightest of care, 

but if you make it through this frenzied aisled gauntlet, 

there awaits mega riches beyond all compare, 

You,ve waited all year for this precise moment, 

through many hardships you have struggled yet survived, 

You will prevail, set your sale, 

Ladies and Gentleman, 

Bon Voyage! 

Black Friday, 

the shopping high day, 

has arrived!

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Anguish taunts through a barbed wire fence with edged grasp

Actions in which human beings rebel against a holy God
Miss their purpose for their lives
Surrender to the prince of the power of the air more then God
Cause  all of their deeds were evil!

An eclipse of the sun had tainted my inner vision
Push back the pain with radiant guide
Does this notion in thought come at any big surprise?

Weak willed tyrants from the flood of dispinsation
Shattered fragments loosed in gloom climatic abrasion
Parts unknown from the setting of the sun

Leading gullible women captive under the false cloak of compromise
Abortion on demand
When will they ever understand?

Blood shed in our streets
Evil tyrants from elected officials overly prideful taunt & pull!
We each our responsible for our actions before a holy God

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some ****ed in the mouth, put blades
He was not absurd
to give us words.
we have given ourselves
to appear more beautiful
to love otherwise
to be perfect
we do not feel alone
+ need to explain
why and how, etc.. 
all are funny
and finally I do not understand 
Where is He in all of this!?

Can it and shout:
Oh, my God!
but I must take care
to pray
not be afraid
to forget all the words
me to stay away
because some of they make a love of this things
just for them.

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grasshopper spit

supervisor is hannibal ugly today,
must be tired from jumping through hoops
on bony knees
trying to please the unpleasable
being squeezed
just to climb a rungless ladder
 of cackle and clack
everything out of its being
 brown- acidic

i'll do it a favour
stay out of its way
slide on home
wash his grasshopper spit
from my lap

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We sleep deep with eyes reflecting sudden drag in turmoil

We lament then run full circles in distant fantasy parked by its brevity
In sleepless nights frozen conclave we insist that we get our way;
Shapes of frightened cold unleashed sway;
Colors flourishing in ambiance tempered in modest excursion

A sworn agreeable text to lament in hot regard to its pierced claim


Shattered glass on its myraid surface with plot;
Sadness in hearts that swell in its loosened conclave of ivy dew
Drops of loom loose filled the room faltered glow

For the kingdom of God is at hand!

Through a choiced drama

Through a blaze of glory an almost different story!

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Psychological grudge of sex and diamonds

Adoloscent confusion
whirlwhind of innocence
taken aback by the hindsight i have
the life i lived and what i know now

not knowing whats normal
not knowing who or what is getting the best of you
who to blame when you come unglued

sexual addictions
finaly clear
i miss myself
who i used to love dear
the one i didnt want transformed
into what i understood as an adult
unhealthy, abusive, mean, something to fear

that moment many caught in
stuck in
psychological psuedo science
of your psychological music store guinea pig
pure innocence turned into smut
the cycle continues

the need and desire to express oneself as an individual
as an adult
the media blamed
talk shown
sex and diamonds
even the rich in chains
i might be craving my own identity
of who i am going to become
the confusion of a future that i might not be
what i think i will be
the fear of what if
and that is the grudge we carry for soo long

puberty and confusion
nothing to do with attractions of what sexes you prefer
the armslengthing of what your society is keeping underneath
underneath the sex and diamonds
of this sinking ship
the one your on
you never let on
the cycle continues
name calling
lost friends
lower self westeem
searching for approval
inbetween the sheets
for this is adult hood
this is aldultry

love the sinner not the sin
innocence held hostage
who gets the blame
you get the blame
psychological grudge of sex and diamonds
kings and queens under your thumb
wont be long til the blind lead the blind
and were onto something else

craving approval
the feeling within needing to be identified known as me
i am not able to leave myself
and i wont
i will stand strong through this war
of psychological anarchy
til i set myself free

i may not know the future of the adult i may become
or the truth of everything in this world
the knowledge of how many people on this boat licking their wounds
by rubbing it in the same salts
and hurting eachother equals nothing solved

sex and diamonds of the media
target of puberty
babysitter of the media that never grew up
to transform into the prince from the frog
so back into the pond
back into the pond
psychological grudge of the masses we all victoms of
sexual addicts
craving to suppress our individuality
cigarettes and drug abuse
when all i wanted was to be me

psychological grudge of sex and diamonds
consumer of denying how unbelievable i be

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The factory

Your tarnished grey paint on a rotting wood canvas.
This melancholy greeting from an entrance to exploitation.
Why I keep meeting you in that gloomy terrain,
Why I trudge through rain and grime to slave for you,
Is all but unintelligible jargon, for you are but a machine.
I arrive in the oily blackness at your unhealthy cavern,
Imprisoned till my heart runs out of beats,
Even though your piston will never.

No breathing soul or pitying heart surveys,
Only the hard steel, boasting well worn buttons in braille.
You burn with energy but you have no enthusiasm,
Just as you churn with rhythmic clatter but have no voice.
This leaching sling reveals workers through its jagged cracks.
Workers rid of emotion yet brimming with mechanical speed.
That is all the seething metal needs to pump,
It runs on sweat, not tears.

I have worshiped you many years.
Cowering before your powerful surges
That resonate through our skin.
You have us transfixed in a state of spasm.
Unable to grasp the air beyond those doors,
To feel its caress pour through our outspread arms.
A wave of tension suffocated by your demanding clutch.
Never easing, never ceasing, the bewitchment of a machine.
The Organic running the mechanic.
Yet seemingly visa versa.

Hollow light level-pegging artificially spun air.
No comfort behind those glistening bottles,
Only fatigued bodies and malnourished minds.
Orders to be processed, deadlines to obey.
The only way to put caviar on the boss' table.
The only way to exploit the hardworking uneducated.
Your globalized steel shimmers in unicin,
Yet its face shows pressured individuals 
Withering behind masks of rhythmic production.
Will there be a resolution?

Only if the world stops turning.

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Trading Post

On this seashore djinn

Halcyon echoes ebb and flow

Cauterized banter scrapes by

As bath water bubbles march together


At the dock yard dalliance

Ruffled men shake their sails

Top hats and whales nailed down

Striking the flash iron for new waves


Dress up ladies dash their spice

Holding tongue for murmurs and rights

A fine detective ensemble segues

Family dinner bells and porch lights


We are all splashed around

Anchors down and cartons crashed

Searching for the right trade

To mingle and go on our way

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Engineering Nostalgia

What is value?
I stand here peering out at the bar tab
Wondering what fallen soldiers reside here
Belatedly sipping away staring into space
He checks his phone on and off 
Searching for some message and meaning
Takes another shot, stares
Waiting for a beautiful bride perhaps
To jump suddenly into his frozen arms
Then again the door floods open
People shuffle around looking for their seat
I'm wondering where I'm supposed to be
Walking back into the kitchen
The chef tells me not to stand at the bar
So promisculously 
I agree, its not favorable to see

What is value?
I go out into the darkened streets
Glowing with artificial heat
Wondering, if you can engineer destiny
The way little store shops
Recreate nostalgic mystery
Collecting pennies by the breathe

The ocean front is murmuring 
In languages i still cant understand
As clapping heels gawk 
And old folks talk 
Newspaper gossip talk-
I'm standing in the space of no space

Wondering what is value?

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A Chorus of Inherent Blues

surviving in uncaring times
a silhouette of history’s past,
dark shadows race onward
eerily against inner peace,
bearing witness to belief’s
emergent untimely demise,
fairness is a foolish dream
enlightened twilight sleep,

lost in an innocent trance
awash in narcissism’s pool,
deaf blind prognosticator’s
on street corners cry out,
‘God is NOT a Christian’
in a post apocalyptic age,
a ageist man-made world
wherein automatons reign,

heroic altruistic capitalists
atop rafts of ill-gotten gain,
a parasitical elite straining
vast hidden corporate riches,
on the backs of dependent
sacrificeable indigent souls,
dire posthypnotic automata
ever living a forgotten life,

a wilderness of sojourners
numbed minds and spirits,
a chorus of inherent blues
non-persons who never was,
adrift in a comatose state
by prosperity’s siren call

© Eugene Harvey

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My Business Is Today

Committing myself to action; 
I stopped to put all plans away.

Determined to author my Life's book pages, 
I began the business of today.

I did away with past and future: 
Losses made and profits gained; 
That to lose and this to gain.

With the past already accounted for, 
And future yet to be taken account of; 
It's a waste for me to keep their books -

My business is today 

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Go On

He asked what I was going to do with my life
My thoughts ran like a wild hog from Pakastaine
I wanted to take my time pacing my answer in strife
I had already seen the world understand
Already been through college
I was no longer interested in playing with the band
Life, long and lean wisdoms hardly seen
So many stories as I am slowly growing old
Already been through Nasa and left them green
What in this world would make me happier 
My conscious already have been deemed
I took his hand and explained like a fien
I didn't know yet simple as it could be

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Screeching Howl to the fair wind

At the traffic dodged broken barrier
My clown  eclipses pinholes gander
Reeked in the phallic sundust
Pouring out in putrid urgencies
Human beams of ghastly thought
Clinging to lucrative belly rings
Bastion of glowing hope tied to rope
Losing abundance in American swamps
As we creek our bells across the world
Drowning coca cola babies all the same
 Puns, cliques, and gospel truants 
I am fearless to step on statues
To heckle hairdos and smeckle bear feuds

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Earth Voice

Earth Voice

[Source: Various media reports of towns developed across Europe during the boom years which now lie empt; and the growing migration from the cities to the childhood towns and villages where the newly dispossessed  grew up - close to kith and kin].

Concrete, steel and glass creations
Stand deserted. Shipwrecked in ghostly isolation.
Shiny new towns with names not faces 
Echo with the murmurings of ghouls
And shrieks of financial loss and isolation.
Roads where no car dares to pass.
Railroad tracks with no timetable. No spinning wheels.
Great monuments to what we had become.
Irrelevant. Empty now.

Welcome home my brothers and sisters  (Bienvenido de Voelta)
Children of Naxos, Villacanas and Alfandega da Fe
And countless towns and villages which sleep along the way
For I have missed you . Eagerly awaited your return.
Lay your false gods aside. Let their land of plenty quietly die.
For my earth is rich and I offer this unconditionally to you.
with joy not hesitation; and though we may suffer drought and infestation
We suffer together for that is the natural order
And that is my promise to you.

Let us build a permanent home 
Sheltered by the sun;  the wind and the rain.
Make use of my stones and rocks to build firm foundations  
To feed and nurture. Your community. Your sanctuary.
And measure your contentment in quiet satisfaction
For these intangible gifts are more valuable
Than all the concrete, steel and glass that you’ll ever own.

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By Grace

Except the grace by which I'm saved


Make my life a real prayer to you,

As I'm crawling, begging, pleading & passing through...

Perhaps, we in our society have bit off?

Far more then we can actually chew;

Yet who knew in full view/

A parade filled with wasps falter to fly on through nor to stick like glue;

No questions anymore just to settle for what is new/


We have been sliding back into an evil abyss with sin;

Shattered dreams in its timeless appease/

We then choose to water down your saving message/

Except the grace by which I'm saved,


In your Holy word you cause such a heavy tidal wave so behave...!

Yet you have given mankind free will some cheap thrill,

Instead many just settle for the lie that claims I am what I do;

In place of lobster brisque they end with burger on fry/

That is no lie!

Again through hearts that are very closed to cause harm sound the alarm!

Today more then ever we need to face the music & sound the alarm;

In pulsating textual fervor just don't ever call me late for dinner,

The vibe can go further,

With faith as a child one can get a little wild;

Except the grace by which I'm saved!

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Visions Of Match Stick Girl

            Visions Of Match Stick Girl
                 (“A Christmas Tale”)

New Year’s Eve came in the dark, on the cobbled stone street
On frigid snow and bitter cold, on the little shoeless, hatless girl  
Visions of the match stick girl came through
Her name was Mary; lost like a little lamb in fog and ice
London has that effect on fragile things in England winters
She lost her parents too and oversized slippers there
The ones her mum once wore and gave to her with such care
Mother, father and slippers gone in an instance in the snow
Rolled over by two speeding carriages that killed them cold
She sells her match sticks by the River Ripper
Signs read, “No guns or knives permitted about the wharf”
Match girl does not fear for things she cannot read
But for her life and freezing on the New Year’s Eve
She sells only one match at a time
For a penny or a pence for what they’re worth
Poor girl has few customers along the river
As foul weather sets in and worsens
She stumbles sickly, stubs her toe on cobble stones
But still sings merrily against the folding snow

Not for contest
Based on Theme- The Little Match Girl by H.C. Andersen
“A Christmas Tale” 

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The Typewrite

___ Manual Typewriter At Work___

The keys clack aloud
As they strike the paper
The carriage lifts up
When the shift key is alter
The ping of the bell warns the typist
That she is nearing the end 
Of the line and have to
Lift up her left hand
From the keyboard.
Swipe at the carriage returns lever.
Putting the carriage back to its normal position
Cause a 'Ziiip' noise scribe has to bear.

Olden days still not old
Computers come to being through it.
It is gold of many colors
That can best be traced by people of its age. 

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Torture Within

There is a dividing line between the chasm fault

Some are eager & content to appear righteous yet
They are only fooling themselves through a dance
One in twain marked on its blotted page yet fully intact
Working too hard can give anyone a heart attack

Lines have been drawn in the sand
When will we ever understand?
The visible from the invisible yet now were caught in the middle
Some our eager and content in playin second fiddle?

Clearer heads have prevailed yet

There is still known torture from within my friend
One will take the time out to listen
A sign of grace spread out upon a peyton place
Circumstances all for second glances?

Yet the heart from within will surface again 

Fought back the tears with a smile still to know all the great while
A pen on a paper a stereo to caper
Me & Eric b & a nice cool plate of fish
Sorry to have missed its waiting bliss

In agony we will begin to see
A misfortune to a heightened reality as a key
Soaring ever higher then ever before reaching great heights
Shattered fragments on the pavement floor 

Some are eager & caught in vice
perhaps another chance or a roll of the dice?

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Rat Race

Thought  you were better
than the rest,
Took up the challenge 
and passed the test.

The drive is high
the rank is low,
Prospects are good 
but the road is long.

Nothing you get
you get for free,
Boost your performance
for perks you receive.

Your friends and family
Got left down the road,
You’re in the lead
But you’re walking alone.

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New Dating Site

                 New Dating Site
Sign up today with grunt or groan or moans
Our specimens are dateable or so we say

Sign up to Date-It-Mate-It web-site right away
Without delay, today, or die

True love is hard to find so make it easy
Variety is the spice of life so try a different species
We do not discriminate.  It’s party time 
Animal, vegetable, minerals and clowns of every kind 

We will set you up with anything that we can find
Don’t look under rocks to find a mate
We’ve taken the liberty for your convenience and your sake
To secure your bug like buddies and snakes for future dates
Kept In a jar, a box and under glass

We have men and women refrigerated
Some even come alive but only at a princely price

Frogs are perfect for one night

Marriages are performed at Date-It-Mate-It
With whips and chains, we have no shame

We'll hook you up with I-Pads with your name

Nothing is left to chance
Nothing goes to waste for your romance

Bricks and stones are half price at our site
Sex with them is fine and we sell blinders

Critters are for free and come with leashes

Date it-Mate it-web site does it right
We make all couples fit
By using crow bars and pliers
And if it doesn’t work
We will kill it, to eat it, or wear it home

Use credit cards for your convenience
But we don't take them all the time
Due to local ordinances and obvious crimes

Signing up is easy as can be
“X” marks the spot
Simply state your species
And preferences between the sheets
Date-it-Mate-It  loves to please
Sign up today
You will never leave

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The art Of Spring

Bright blue skies on a spring day
Fulfills my horizon
Blue birds and robins pass me by

Mountain, trees, and animals
Priase God Abroad
The frsh air bring forth calmness
A quiet serene a waits my soul

Red orange and violets
Represents God's glory
Flowers slowly rise with the sun
And water crickets sings songs of glory

Fresh water arises with the scent 
Of of sweet savory of God's spices
Beach rolls in the lazy tide
I sit back and enjoy it all

The art of spring is glorification
Of all tings God created
He's the world famous artist


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Commercial - The TV Miniseries

            Commercial  (The TV Miniseries)

I watch TV all day, even when I play or sleep
Information about cars, phones, pharmaceuticals
Is what I’m craving for, so give me more
Drug companies pay billions to make a score
To educate, inform, cure us of diseases we don’t have
They make sure we watch and never think
Commercials play repeatedly
Even if we’re bored and snoring
Don’t blink
They save us from the heartbreak of scoliosis
I don’t know what that is or what it’s for
But give me more
I buy everything on shopping networks
Including insurance for car and house, though I don’t have them
I can’t live without meteor and nuclear war insurance
According to the message
I can’t wait for the new season to start
My heart is palpitating
Commercial, The Miniseries will air September in the nation
Pull up a chair and start your couch potations

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The Idiot

Shades of pine in derision on the loom/

Generous sway through timeless appease the trees,
Brandished by timely groves chased after wind breeze,
I hit my head on a passing potatoe through the leaves;

The Idiot

Charmed in an almost decadence shattered fragments 
They say that we are young only once on point
Shattered glass amidst the decorum shredded braid,

Tempted again through the wind/


My head swell as if an almost glow;
Black ash through peach cornerstones
Farmers in delusion there frequent solution
Viable breach of peace 

Sullen fragments out on the pavement floor lest I implore,
Control freeks in sullen apartment dealings fly's on wall
The ocean with sun no fun we run in timeless fight
Shallow scheme amidst the chore a quaint bore of illusion

Fought back the tears with a smile etched in the decorum once more
A tree to loom in timeless bleed
Certain factual death?

The idiot would squirm ego burn another page is now turned;

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Collective Experience

A swarming mass proceeds
Collective in hognail energy
Behind the fog of windshields and sound
History circles around the growth pattern

In this stage called life
Fate and choice mingle
The rhinoceros and the unicorn
Irresistible force of casino games played
The mass narrative of change holds sway

Yet crawling underneath
A spiritual force at my feet
Cast aside, though never drowning
From another moon, another dream
Dawn picks up the air of the day

Signals reside through flapping wings
We will meet ourselves again
On a cold afternoon day
Complete yet still surging from dreams
Reeling towards the sun

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Sharkpotato 2

            Sharkpotato 2

If giant sharks can go into the sky
Become one with tornadoes
Kill people on the fly
I guess it’s time for me to make
“Sharkpotato 2 or Too”
Sharks first date old potatoes
Take them to a dance, fry them up, put them in a trance
Give them a little romance with ketchup on the side
Take them to a movie
Mate with them on Tuesday
Become Sharkpotato 2 With Baby Fries
With mega movie reviews that read, “This is the honest truth.”
During intermission we’ll make another film
About tomatoes from a ripe red planet
Later we’ll have a sequel
And call it Planet Tomatoes Terminator Too (The Lettuce Invasion) 
Is anyone ready to puke!?


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Counting On Sheep

     Counting On Sheep
Don't wake me up
I have sheep on my mind and around me
Standing in rows like….well…sheep
Arranged in numerical order
They count hours down very slowly
At 7:00 a.m.  I must rise with the day
It is work that defines who I am
I’m counting on sheep to wake me on time
I’m counting on them to appear or arrive
If they don’t I’ll continue sleeping
Replace them with roosters of course in due course
They know how to crow in the morning
And don’t need a warning 
To wake up at 4 in proper accord
In natural order for sure
As for the sheep…well… They will be dead sheep
I will be counting on them
As dinner with beer 

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Angelica dedicated her life to sewing,
and with needle, tread and amazing speed
she created stylish, beautiful dresses for any doll..
a spindle was used for spinning cotton,
and an hour glass to tell time;
why did she work so hard at seventy three...
when other women of her age took strolls and chatted?

Angelica was a widow and lived
three doors down and often she told me
about her husband John who fought
in the Vietnam War and was awarded many medals;
her son Tod was drafted and was sent to Iraq...
she was too lonely and I was her other friend...
besides her spindle, doll and hour glass.

Angelica thought much of death,
and staring at me she tenderly whispered,
" Son, these three items I entrust to you,
when I can no longer use them...take good care of them. "
I nodded as she kept on sewing another dress
for a pretty doll...steadily watching the spindle spin
until the hour glass ran out of sand. 

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A Kowloon Sea

  In Liverpool, England, there is one street containing 
all the Chinese restaurants, side to side, back to back
and stinking drain to sea.
where once a year,  twirling dragons pierce the afternoon air,
passing old men with suits and moneyed-hands, their 
young thugs standing close with tatooed skin.

the crowd, mostly mums and dads and tots in prams, heaves 
like weed on a Kowloon sea...hungry for the firecracker 
bangs and dim-sum smells and potted green tea.

this riot of shifting colour drags and pushes at the cobbled
road underfoot, as the dragon takes another bag of pak choy 
greens placed ten foot high, while the lithe boys dressed in 
kung fu black and draped with skill, reach up to pluck the
fiscal bunch and pass it down, hand to hand, out of sight, 
to the flashing, bouncing jaws beneath

and soon the fire cracker thunder and emptied shops
call the street to book: and a carnage of paper to-go boxes 
and spilt terror join with the bars' beery breath 
saying...go home now Englishmen, you are not our brothers, 
this is our place not yours..go home til next year

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Lovers, Strangers

I was the steely clang of morning’s haste

that thrashed its way into your lucidity.

You were the hungover smile that I 

flashed by, grabbing still muddy work boots 

for another 2 week rotation on a 

lonely patch of blood and sweat. 

I was the long phone call,

and the expensive day dream.

You were the haggard photograph,

kept on every bedside hotel room table. 





The phone calls grew shorter.

The rotations home,

felt less like


I was the steely clang in your

search for normalcy

and your smile


began to rust in the sweat 

I brought home,

even in my oil stained hands.

We grew apart,

ripped the tether

that bound suburbia 

to the rig floor where

I worked to keep that smile

hungover until I could 

bring home a coffee grin.

But you were tired of waiting. 

I can’t blame you, for that. 

But even here, 


I miss the smell of vodka

and cherry lip balm. 

I miss your tired eyes,

winking goodbye at 4 a.m;

and the way they 

shined when I flew

back home.

The steely clang of morning is 

here, once again. 

But this time, I’m in no rush.

I grab my boots, now clean and shined,

and wonder if you’re just as hungover…

as I am. 

-James Kelley 2014, All Rights Reserved.

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The gentleman

The world turns 
under the kick-me-off shoes 
of a man in summer-rolled, khaki pants 
and turned up sleeves 
that allow gentle 
hands to settle 
in pockets with no money 
Hands that pass through disheveled hair 
to rest below a well worn smile 
on the only shadow of his day. . . 

. . .his chin

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I despise you

The flea on the dog
Aphid in the garden
Disease that turns into plague

Wasn't to pleased we did business with you
Was out of my control, 
Had to watch the news
He comes in my room
Look of disgust on his face
Units being returned
Okay, no big deal
They never reached the shelves
Gamblers disadvantage seems unreal
You reported units sold
Numbers don't add up
Some underpaid worker
Wasn't properly trained on your scanner

It's seeing loved ones hurt
16 hours days, 
Sorting through sheisty  distributors
No first grade teacher telling you how to read a contract
It's brutal
It's full of life
So when someone really screws you over
You're lungs clench, 
They bite
Hard to breathe
Hard to see 

Wedding coming up, 
Bills wont adjust
You've made it hard
Your business tactics
Make broke so abrupt

I try to keep my head high
Attitude optimistic
Trying to make a dent in the world
Hard when you're a role model for retailers
They'll be sure to follow suit

The real fear 
Companies don't learn
Brick n Mortar stores will bump up churn
Because the leader of the pack
Decided to cut prices and help
High price of Low Cost, 
Still cant fit my emotions into words. 

Big picture,
Big release for us
Small in comparison to others
Can't imagine the look on big distributors face
When they got their numbers, 
Want Walmart to burn in hell
Still wouldn't be even

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Spiritualism and Capitalism

What overarching purpose
Can bolster effective sales volume
Signaling the rise
of Reified and refined portent vibes

On our maps of locomotion
We strive incessantly for meaning
The moment tongue strikes palette
We search for expression to enliven the soul

Playing match maker with a bed of stars
Reaching the highest ambition to climb
Can there be a fusion-
From shrewd calculation to powerful beliefs

The belief in the soul
And life caressed by pressing tones
Strikes the delight of the market
And the passion walkways of crystal night

When mundane exhibits sputter and fail
Will the rise of meaning
Set the tone for money unveiled
Streaming out of scripted dance
Of religious symbol and capital chance

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by H.B.Ussach

Folks talk of the long war between a king and a fool,
   when peasants and pawns clashed to see one rule;
From pre-cast castle keeps company banners fly 
    like medieval flags of old,
And from ketchup-stained battlefield parking lots 
    scavenged not by buzzards but by gulls,
    heralds cry: "Have it Your Way" and "Billions Sold."

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Death Comes Calling

            When Death Calls

Death comes calling in the early morning
No one is at home
They have all gone fishing
Personally, I prefer doing the dishes
Cleaning the litter box
Darning sox
Those darn socks
I prefer doing that than being damned and dead
When death comes calling 

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Football and Life

Just like football I’m a team player
But In the game of life; one could get a dagger
In ones back; if one is not careful.
Even if one adheres to the rules; it may seem like one big hassle
One could get blamed for being a fool;
All the while, trying to play it cool

As one climbs to the top
While riding the coattails of some boy genius
Defended him on the spot
By brown nosing and yes man grinning
Shaking hands puts one spinning,
Out of control and a bit confused.

One thing I should say is-
“Stay true to you!”
So one does not look like a buffoon.
On ones gallop to the peek
Then the rat race will not seem so bleak 

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Ministry Of Monsters

           Ministry Of Monsters
As you sit down to work at dungeon desk 
A writer with the best intentions
Time is of the essence in the dark
Fear is like dipping the quill into black ink
And coming up with blue primordial goo upon the tip
A wet repulsive glob, sliding along the feather
Makes its way to you in moonless dread 
Reaches for your very soul and heart of reason
Grasping at your fingers then slithers around your neck
Into the ear the creature creeps, where you now hear the fear as well
No longer in the ink well but seeping there within your skin
Dripping, bleeding, feeding in your skull 
A gelatinous marvel of demons, monsters, and crimes 
This helps you clear your mind to write
You work at the Ministry of Monsters
So everything is fine
Have a pleasant night

            Created on 10/07/14 for Monsters and Marvels- Poetry contest

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My handlers at school tell me I’m ugly
I think that’s cool
You can never have enough attention in this world
They are my personal trainers
Bullies with no rules
They are busy beating me
Educating with cruel words
Fashioned just for me to shape me right
Excuse me now as I must take my punishment
No time to write
But later on in life I’ll be their boss
Because they were such an inspiration in my past
I pay them what I want to now
And give them mirrors at no cost
For their reflection on the past
To see ugly as it really is
Something that will last

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On And Off The Bridge

          On And Off The Bridge

A shadow takes hold on the bridge at break of day
This unidentified contributory figure adds to the mystery
And yes, misery to all

Neither creature, man nor beast is permitted on this expanse
One moment please….

While the man clings on to his finale memory and step
And not much more…. Let’s reflect….

Perhaps the law and signage on the bridge are flawed
Reading; “Trespassing and Suicide Jumps are Illegal”
It should say; “Please Don’t Jump, Birdies Will Be Sad
And Who Will Pay The Taxes?”

The figure drops anyway 

The draw of day collapses….tickets issued….good luck collecting

Three inspectors must render an account, a report, a reason why
Mundane and miscellaneous work remains

A new notice under the bridge erected  
“Watch out for falling people or debris” 
 “Your Tax dollars At Work”
Signed: “Land of the free”

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Sheep's Work Is Never Done

            Sheep’s Work Is Never Done

Life calls after sheep in morning to continue
Everyone else sleeps in
Hiding from the corporate coma for awhile 
People rise, at a later date, from beds dead tired
Smiles crack on faces; lines move the traces of age around
And break the new dawned day wide open
You can’t count on sheep for anything
They cut wood down in forest 
Place it into piles
I know this can’t be done
They have no work permits
Their visas have expired 
They line up to be deported
You can’t count on sheep when sleeping either 
They wake up freezing cold in wooden homes
Catch colds, catch fire with the trees
To burn the forest down
Weep with matches hidden in the wool
Call it an accident
No one keeps the peace and secrets like death and sheep
You can count on that
Death takes everyone with it, with or without their visa
Sheep move back to their own countries 
Work is never done there either, but
To be continued

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Why Should Your Feelings Matter To Me?

So, now, you are telling me your feelings.
But you expect my concern?

Did you consider my feelings?
Each and every single time that you afflicted me,
with your knit-picking first; with your rudeness;
with your discriminatory remarks,
and while you created and allowed a hostile environment
that included two co-workers?
Or while you abused and mistreated me,
and allowed your two 2nd in commands, and your daughter, to do the same?
     Did you consider my feelings?
     After I shared one personal feeling with you?
     Only for you to throw it in my face, 
     with another subject heading?
     After you were demeaning to me; After your inhumane treatment,
     and your continual ignoring all of my good ideas,
     and my concerns within vast areas of the job?
Did you consider my feelings?
When I tried to have open communication,
only for you to hurryingly pass it all by,
and to act as though the valuable topics and advice that I raised attention to,
that you caused to be turned into complaints,
were unnoteworthy, except for your retaliation?
     Did you consider my feelings?
     When you socioeconomically abused me?
     When you cut my needed hours many times?
     The first time causing me to default on payday loans,
     that I never should have had to get in the first place.
     Also causing me to get behind on rent,
     as you became an accomplice to the unlawful and inhumane eviction
     that they wouldn't allow me to go to court on?
Did you consider my feelings?
When you cut my needed hours again?
Lying about cutting out the lunch shift, that you would work yourself,
as you then, hypocritically, had four employees cramped in that space,
after cutting my hours to three hour shifts,
causing me to get burned...
Like you actually cared that you caused me pain.

Or did you consider my children's feelings?
As you snidely told me, "Just take care of yourself".
Ever? At all?
Not to mention all the wrongs that you committed against my children...

But you have the audacity to expect my concern now?!!
When you ignored every previous concern,
only to turn around and treat me like crap,
like my feelings don't matter to you?
     you expect from others,
     what you are not willing to give in return.

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Did somebody call a Doc?

Come on now 
let 'em fight 
if your butting in
I won't bite
Listen Doc
you got the right
But Big R.E.D
has got the might
I think you know
who will will this fight
I don't think that
get though the night
without being slammed
by my own hands 
we can be allies
or we can be enemies
just remember who will be on stop:

'cause in the end
It'll be Big R.E.D

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The Rat Cage of Work

(This is illustrated with a Square Wheel wagon being pulled and pushed in a large "rat cage" - making NO progress

Work's like a rat cage.
You go round and round and round.
It is a Winter of Despair. And,
You hope Spring comes quickly.

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i plucked the wing
of that damned thing
then waited for its fall
when it dropped
i picked it up
and taught it how to crawl
when its knees
began to bleed
it learned to walk upright


when it takes to the sky
no matter how high
it keeps the ground in sight 

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you say you did wonders
by eliminating dirt from the sneakers
I also did the same 
but you got fame 
I got a name 
there is a reason for you to smile 
where as when I  did this it took me a while
but I was not aware of your idea
how can you believe that 
I never copied your thought
but its the fact you will believe not
Iam for sure not lying 
I keep trying 
to persuade you 
to explain you
but you can't believe this 
as no two persons thoughts will be the same
I keep on telling you ideas might be same 
two persons's ideas might be same
but you never believe me 
I also did the same 
but you got fame 
I got a name 

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We make it in digital so that nothing real exists
Beyond the firey belly thought horizon
Far beyond the fraudulence of existence
Numbers and symbols form and this replaces our language
The heart is gone, nothing but rom and unread messages
Cold to the touch and anger replaces our moral ethics
We make it in stereo so that we know it is real
Speakers pounding to replace the hole where heart once filled
She heard it in waste, on repeat three times a day
But it all somehow remains meaningless
Going in and out of dead space
Barely recognizing a recognizeable face
It swells and then it quickly builds
In empty space it lives
Made toxic but sweeter still
In sync the destruction of hope and heart appear
But it is all squalor and sickness
Thus we make it in hologram so that we can feel 
One must erase or become deleted, otherwise it all becomes far too real
As a touching moment between friends turned lovers that will soon end
     Because in the end it is all truly insignificant
What seemed impromptu later is revealed as scheduled
Proven to be hoax, planned and illegitimate
As it is wise to look before one leaps
Before the fall even the strong can be deceived
As I when I believed you friend, when in truth you all were enemy
Made strong by my hope, my naivety
They told me it's ok to grieve
But before my grief could last too long they all abandoned me
With care their lies paved and stupidly along its path I came
     Because if one can't believe then how are we to have any faith?
So, they broadcast it in digital to make us into slaves
It's purchased and bartered, laundered and exchanged
In innocent blood they are all washed and bathed
Made pure by impure act and trade
Made in America and over time slowly degrades
We've all been duped, we've all been betrayed.

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Feardom City

Fear is like a lost wallet

Once you clutch the ball of it in your hand
You see it there, full and clear, 
It dares you to lose it again, so you can seek to find it again

Fear is the victim.
I will concur the most I can when I reach into my pocket of dreams
I will pull out fear and use it 
Like currency 
To buy me more of this priceless life
And another round.

Fear is the odd fraction of the equation
Inhibiting you 2 be you 
Times 1 to be oneself
I am fearless squared. 

I fear none with you on my side and detour the steel doors in my face
With grace I am here to be the methodology of my race

Move in search mode
Cruise the road of fear in my grey Cadillac 
Motion the thought: "I am here to experience it all!"
All the paths I have traveled, fear crossed and tracked my scent clear

Wallet of wisdom's riches
Savings in the bank for a rainy day
Feel the drawer open and let my courage flutter out

Money can't buy me priceless life
Dollar days at Feardom City are here to stay.


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It's the Hardest of Times

A man just sold his truck today;
A car he has had since high school
The buyer pays him a check for $22,000 and then drives off
The man looks at the check in his hand and spits in the dust
It will help out a little with his debts, but it does not matter
Because it is the hardest of times

A young man picks up garbage off the highways
So he can help his family get by
This is not the only job he has
He works as a bartender at a club in the evening
While his fiancé works at the local diner
Because it is the hardest of times

A manager at the automotive parts plant sorts through the mess of paperwork
That lists his employees on the verge of unemployment
He has known half these men and women for over twenty years
But he shares their pain and fear
Because of the pink slip he got that has his name on it
It is the hardest of times

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Internal Supermarket Monologue

Will it be crackers or detergent?
A brick of cheese or some creamy mayonaise
Cash or check
Right or Left?

Stop or go reflecting on god's ranch dressing
The windshield wipers screech to a halt
Bifocals clouded, I reach for my wallet
No lettuce in there.

I guess the crystal light
Ran away with my low fat heart

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Through the heavy hand of solemn quest

Chosen vestibules in relentless jest
Onto the corporate head through exploits support
Just a question of fools spoiling all the rules
Phat cats with blue hats in silver snaps


Power of manipulation trying to reach the top
Power of tolerance equated through a clogged filter
Power in the people chords are broken by its timeless shelter
All is a will for power even now before the throne


Power to direct others yet can't themselves
Perhaps its best if I put that book right back on its shelf
Power of negotiations borrowed papal pew in sullen masturbation
Power if discourse measured through elapsed fervor in disguise

Power in coompromise to see through all lies
Power to be heard in silence not ever saying a single word
Power to control others & torn,
Whimsical power built on its fabricated quest
Power of persuasion when one is being put through a fiery test
Power is the lie that we all seek
Sin is a leech as in its midnight creep

We are each given free will yet power is never free/

Sullen fabrication to its frame,
Let me be the first to explain,
A slave is set free in time based in history/
Skull bones in fragments puzzle chart incomplete
Power is not for the weak,
Tempted further in fallen honesty
Provoked with tears after so many years
A poet scorned for further curse the actual day they were born
In a heart filled with pride the Apollos died
Shake the leaves from her hair my pretty child choose the day/
The night is far spent in casual waste
Vanity is then mixed with the make believe;
In fallen exploits amidst the dream,
Scattered garland in planted bulb
Sullen pride amidst the shrub
We rob the one who will forever take....

Maybe, it's just best to settle for a cold shower ?

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One set of footprints in the sand

Perhaps someday we all will understand
With both surf & overhead sun
A hand to hold having shelter to protect from all harm
The shelter amidst a storm we run

Having one set of footprints in the sand
Each of us will choose our own destiny understand
With hand to hold its vested energy exposed
One set of footprints in the sand

Shattered glass extending into solemn pier

While then overhead seagulls flying throughout the air then disappear
I had shed a single tear to numb its inner pain
With moments like these filled up in solace then to refrain
Ever present laughter amidst the inner turmoil & pain

One set of footprints in the sand

Child of nature the son of man

One set of footprints in the sand
Hoping someday all will understand
In dire search for want beneathe the tide in discontent
Many as of late our already late on their rent

The economy in trouble & Obama not even making a dent?
In cloven asps filled with tears
In life it often pays to switch gears
To suck it up & swallow your inner fears

We all long for something yet what?

Through the years amidst all pain & tears
One makes you want to even throw up,
In sadness fought against the window pane
As shallow tempers having elapsed with fear insane!

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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.

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It's A Mad Mad Mad World Out There

I want to know
What happens after
This confrontation

Well  !
Well  !

Dr Jekyll


With potion


Mr Hyde





Mad !
Mad !
Mad !

Mad !

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Render to Caesar

What do you have that belongs to another?
Tribute?  Custom?  Honor?  Fear?

Whose image and name is on that thing?
Friend?  Stranger?  Leader?  Brother?

Where is the due that you should bring? 
Near?  Afar?  Hoarded?  Covered?

When will you owe only love for another?
Today?  Tomorrow?  There?   or Here?

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I'm pushing this heavy cart 
without any strenght left,
and through isles swarming with shoppers  
I'm confused by the above signs;
I rush to the one I missed dismaying onlookers.
How can I be so forgetful...
shouldn't I have a list of all items
I use thoughout the week?
I admit that guys are different from gals
with their minds focus on household things!

Yes, we guys aren't as patient as they are,
looking for bargains is a thriftiness that bugs us;
and down those isles we go..not reading labels,
not comparing prices...just filling up our shopping cart
with food we don't really need!  And who will be embarassed
when the cashier tells us annoyingly that the credit card
has been declined! Oh, good grief...we don't carry enough cash,
to avoid blushing in the publice eye while the the line gets longer!  

My advice to you guys: before you venture out shopping, stash your wallet
with enough cash, or check the balance on your credit or debit card;
it's another way of being smart! And besides being admired, you may also find romance
while you are in line and a pretty girl smiles, trying to start an intelligent conversation...
leading to a date or even marriage! Do you get it? Look sharp, flash lots of money
and really get lucky! If you fellas do what I have suggested, 
you'll have broads flocking to you and your buddies will envy you for your luck!

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Getting fired- the classy way

Hey when its over its over
Squad Sergeant combing his grove
Takes out the vice shredders

I'm not gonna leave in a scuffle
I'll shake your hand and grin
Wish you a nice afterlife

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Remember Me - Queen Henrietta to Charles 1 -

Good cheer, my love, as we venture forth

Over land and sea without recourse

Banished to rove us we three

No matter the tempest, remember me

As I was in our former life

In love promoting,you formed your wife

No trickery connived to gain my trust

In wooing me you contained your lust

To ensure my purity on wedding day

No act to spare me as together we lay

Now bitter tidings have blown us around

Emerging battle scarred with lopsided crown

In my aching heart I know it to be true

In constancy our lives shall arise anew

Exiled I must depart to foreign shore

For asylum aid I had to implore

No coinage purse to tie about

my velvet kirtle I can do without

Remember me and your luckless child

As he clings to me knowing you are defiled

My last note written in heart rung pain

Shall I ever find you well again

Confined as you are in London Tower

As friends gather to plot your salvation hour

Keep alive your love for goodness sake

A promised recompense I trust to make

The ship's last call to board has come

With heavy heart I see baggage heaved on

Keepsake I send thee, in this note I kiss

A beribboned silver piece I threaded this

Etched in memory to my only true one

Remember me when all deeds are done.

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Cave Men Acting Civilized

Now riding electric lifts to the sky,

Looking down on ones lower than them,

From once sparkling towers covered in greedy soot,

Practicing lies in mirrors reflecting evil,

Dying bodies on far away sidewalks appearing as bugs,

Lofty perched minds unaware of compassionate thoughts,

Forgetting dank dark mountain holes they descended from,

Egos equal only to their pocket books,

Uncivilized ancestors kinder and more human,

New age gorillas conducting financial warfare,

High above streets of the suffering,

Shocked at the fires of malcontent in distant ghettos,

Thinking future thoughts from inherited ancient brains,

These powerful beings within temples of clay,

Spirits trapped inside so desperate to leave,

Flying above everything yet so very lost,

Where they came from, hidden behind gray matter denial,

Death, the greatest prophet of their fate.

© Copyright 2014 Robert William Gruhn - All Rights Reserved

"A poem to me is the essence of any thought,
Being built from its foundation into tower scraping sky.
It can fly like no other bird to places never seen,
Even spaceships can only dream of taking its place."

Robert William Gruhn © 2014

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Tide black

Tide black
By the night they haul the black canisters, 
surreptitiously, stealthily they move
midst a moonless night with rabid dogs barking. 
They say take care. “Take care?” yes, the death is 
hot to handle, fragile; a leak may emit 
unstable danger.  “Take care?” yes, they will. 
With care they will throw the toxic wastes 
into the river flowing beside the place,
the factory, beside the barbwire fence.
Haul those poisons and dump them in the stream, 
caring not to spill on their own yard.

They cannot see 
the stream has changed 
the direction
it is coming towards
their home=

© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar

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Oceania is a breeze from the sea. 
Seashells are treasures to retrieve.
Your leisure time is taken seriously.
The lack of causes disturbance when you are not able to take a simple walk on   
     the beach.
Life is to be pleased via work and pleasurability. 
Romance novels you read and enjoy immensely.
Your true story will be written shortly.

This is a possessive life.
Why let the demons inside?
Run up to the sun and
Shout to the clouds.
The omnipotent will know you are living a righteous life.
Why let humankind cause you struggle and strife?

The States are a statement.
Why emigrate?
Do not let this question hinder your faith.
Come on home to the U.S.A.

Are you possessive?
The demons are.
The sunshine is bursting with joy.
The clouds provide a background.
Form, formula, format, forum
The Omnipotent
Penned on May 31, 2014!

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my hired help

Hire me a hitman to teach me the reasons to live life
i am suicidal and need some advice
Hire me a prostitute
to teach me how not to be martyred by my sex life of nasty men
to guide me toward the sanity that there is one out there for me 
and make saints out of these amends to the dead
Hire me a drug dealer
to come into my life to help me recover from dope
an oxymoron of sorts but if we can do it maybe there is hope
Hire me a conman to teach me the importance of truth
a liar of all liars who is desperately seeking my truth
of a secret he would be after only i could tell
Hire me a false prophet
to teach me everything i need to know about living in the present
and the consequences of focusing on every domino that could fall
in all the wrong directions
hire me a soldier
i dont care if its a navy seal
im sure he could teach me all about cowardice
when the threats around me become too real

and on center stage where i seemingly plan to fail to teach life lessons in this 
social experiment
lets see who wins which bets
and which identities stay hidden and which ones become friends
hire me a spy to teach me all about the importance of privacy
as i delve into these peoples lives delving into mine

The threat is real its do or die
this is the scene
and there will be a bribe to be made
for pulling off the perfect crime
it may not be last man standing
perhaps a place to get on the same wavelength
wash away the past
lead the horse to temptation

hire me these people
and a game for them to play where if they work together they share the spoils
and if im successfull they all walk away reborn yet empty handed
but what exactly here is my goal?

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Poets Are Not A Forgotten People

A poet looks intently at our world through a visible but very delicate lens/
Does all of the wishes that they aspire come true ?
Well ! It all depends ?
Yet through those delicate eyes we derive a most solemn surprise/
For some maybe their grace has not fallen on them ?
I don't think as a poet as a liar per say,
Rather, someone who connects with that half of the brain/
That no one bothers to tap into,
Although for now though dimly,
Yet what one does today will forever be echoed throughout all eternity !
Poetry/ Hits on many topics and aspects of life,
Relationships and material/
There can be no substitute for the real you/
Hence, it's all based upon choices,
For the materialization of the given subject matter,
To equate one's whole being as squeezing the tooth paste out/
Hence their is always still some jizz left in the bottom of the tube !
Still what may be true for you may not be for someone else ?
The poet should have a keen sense of vital improvisation/
Yet to not relent when critics start bashing one's subject matter,
This is a clear indication that as a professional writer/
One must pay real attention to the mere tone of the subject matter,
People could see through the lies/
Lastly, a true poet never dies,
Rather lives on in the many hearts of their adoring fans !

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the next

this moving picture
moving moments
monuments like
hearts racing through time
pasted to the next 
to each other
to no time to consider
no time to pause
the next 

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Bondage Breaker

You fought back the feelings to resist the inner pain

In anguish your head spins as pea soup,
In madness the silence etched in the fragmentation of the lower portion of skull
A baracade is opened doors in swift desolation
Doors of perception in viable twig feature

Bondage Breaker

God loves you the way that you are yet
Refuses to leave you as such
In a crazy world filled with devils in a rush
You push the envelope & then,

Sorrow provides an opened door for the inner healing to begin;
Sadness is shocked as a filter in the brain
We fall prey to the devil's scheme & then
Inner pain twisted as a fever inside,

The walls of perception make us all want to run away & hide

To hide behind the false hidden garb of compromise
Can't we all see through Satan's stupid idiotic lies
Or does this notion in thought come at a big enough surprise?
In boiled hot water as the temptess flame

Not having her in my arms is driving me insane
In love we hide through closed doors & chill
The thrill to soar & anguish still
I guess their is no such thing at any happy medium?

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to whom it may concern

 to whom it may concern 
 but are you really concerned 
 because I am 
 I have called 
 left messages 
 and with your trained voice 
 you say you’re out of the office 
 an you will get back with me later 
 but later never comes 
 what if I have great news 
 what if I were a relative 
 what if it was life or death 
 because I have used those lines 
 then I am left with compassion 
 and say to myself you might have had an 
 emergency and really can’t get back to me 
 so I say I am sorry for your inconvenience 
 then I think wait how could he be inconvenienced 
 I’m the one that has the emergency    
 to whom it may concern

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Old Woman By The Shore

Whispers in her corridor voices over heard

Shouts of praise maybe laughing gas
She swings open her door to let light come in
Gone are the hazy days to frolic in the phrase
Stone walk ways through its ivy hedge lying dew

She just couldn't keep her mouth shut to save her soul

Talk of the town that was until she fell ill
Now deep within her thought she ponders her past
Reflections come to those who choose
Truth to her was revealed through a barbed wire fence with dent

Setting her melodic soul full force in a trance

Always thinking of her long lost son who ran away sense

Then one dreary day a knock came at her door
Lest that she shall implore some other way
Behind the door stood a tall man
Looking for warmth inside for he was a tramp

Her first impression was to send the man to camp

For many years have passed still having a reason to grasp
Old woman by the shore lest I implore
Yet give life time
We never know what's around the corner

In time she gathers her senses and approaches the man

His sad face had an unfashionable embrace
A lone trace and a thoughtful warm trace
A closer look and she soon realizes without any surprises
For it was none other then her own flesh & blood

It was his eyes does it come at any big enough surprise

Brown just like her's
With questions that she once heard
A plot of land brought back his memories
A mark on the tree would set the story free

After questions passed they both had every reason to grasp

Happy as a lark her face look straight to the ocean
The reunion with her son
Was a heaven sent magical potion
Through darkened asps with briars in rhetoric strange decorum

A morning has broken and true light came flowing

With shadows torn in darkened circumstances
Heavenly father is a God of second chances!

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Let's Make a Deal with the Devil

Welcome to the grand MGM Hotel! Roll out the red carpet and Champaign for everybody!
Today, we have a very special guest. Welcome to the hottest club on earth! No bells no,
whistles, yes indeed, just devilish business in profit and greed.
This place is a stick of dynamite! This place is hot! No bells no whistles yes indeed,
just devilish business in profit and greed.
We got casinos and neon lights. Just place your bets and roll the dice! Winner takes all.
I will pay top dollar for your soul. I got a contract for sale. Let’s make a deal. No
bells no, whistles, yes indeed, just devilish business in profit and greed.

Just sign on the dotted line. Come on friend relax. No problems regarding background
checks and picture identification. We have ATMs instant cash availability. The power to do
anything you want. You can live forever, if your soul desires!

All I want is your soul. Sounds like a win, win situation to me? Any problem reading the
small print?  Should you hire a lawyer? Absolutely, we have lawyers down here too!
Unfortunately, people in hell, want ice water

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In ardent meadows of fields of lavender plain

An escape to a brand new day,
Gone is the innocence from what society once had?
We have erected stone pillars as idols in place of Jehovah,
Through its inner torn silence we then escape its pain.

My heart is an opened door willing to explore;

In delicate hue torn in brandished thorns
Perhaps this was the path where Nero tred?
Wake up the lions to alert its dead,
With cobble stone ivy in the filter of head

We have engrafted an innate silence toward its beckoning call


Paradise is only a heart beat away,
I close my eyes & maybe I'm already their?

Although the twilight sun had tainted my inner vision,
Through violent paved innocence welcomed.
Perhaps this is the in tuned harmony to its hidden beasts menagerie?

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Peace awaits
Just still your mind
Let illusions fade

Pay attention
Anchor your gaze
Encounter deep stillness

Let go
Let God
Let it be

Being becomes
Becoming ventures
Be a wholesome soul

On the edge
Silence welcomes you
Stillness brings rapture

Explore the soul
Unravel stillness
Let lost be found

Know then the truth
Let distractions cease
Watch finding reveal

Between ebb and flow
A gap expands
A clear horizon

Be still and see
A deeper sense
Mystery unravels

Leon Enriquez
01 Mar 2014

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A Kiss Of Death

Through various trials in life many tend to give up on the fight

Other have frolic in the ambiance of spite
Still some resist this form of logic & truly live
A vested tendency & need to forgive
We spill our hearts out on the burgeous sea

A kiss of death with noted Judas with Jesus

A sin so costly it ended his fate
With promise of a ressurection far too late
A kiss of death fresh out on the painted canvas
With sweat of brush stroke to quench the desire

A kiss of death in modest apparel
In want of appease through dense torn leaves
In wallow of a forest in a grand chasm
In moments were one can't even fathom
Through lips tied among the chartered course to pull
A regime of strife & reluctant pull

In regards to a promise that was once made in the dark'
It had lit the fullest spark to what it was I have been waiting for
A great gulf fix hence the vast opened door
A given chance to finally explore
The notion in logical persuasion & more!

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Tickling a fickle Stimulus Package

Out to lunch, grab a hunch
It's cue, reward, punch!!
Tickle their stimulus 
Can't resist the urge
Spilling gasoline dollars
Fliing cabana wheels

So lets golf it out
Proud caddy packs a streamline 5-iron
Shimmy through the window drop
Launching pies like Proctor and Gamble

Bring out the presentation bunch
Serving savory, lip smacking delite
Something you want to bite
And save for later

Keep em coming back
The game is growth
Consolidate, reform
All the diversions
To keep addicts when they return

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A Changed Man Am I

I parked along Lucky Street 
Down in the Atlanta area Sunday 
And decided to take a seat 
In a small park along the way 
It was so peaceful and quite 
No one was mingling anywhere around 
Except the squirrels and birds 
That were scratching and playing on the ground 
Well it wasn’t too long before  
I wasn’t alone on this side of town 
An older gentleman who smelled of alcohol 
And Sunday morning going down 
He took a seat next to me 
And I figured he wanted to bum a ride 
I noticed he did have a paper sack 
With I supposed his bottle hidden inside 
Well he sat there and muttered not a word 
He just stared out into space 
And then he turned directly at me 
And we were now face to face 
He said, I reckon you think I’m crazy 
For living this kind of life 
But it’s all I know now 
Since I lost my son and my wife 
You see I wasted all those years 
I spent working tooth and nail 
And throwed it all away 
When the booze created this hell 
I didn’t know what to say to him 
I just sat there like a knot on a log 
My mind was all clouded up 
And my thoughts was in a fog 
He says to me with his southern drawl 
I reckon you think I’m a fool 
For leaving everything behind 
And breaking all the golden rules 
But when that car went of control 
And killed my wife and son 
I had nowhere else to turn to 
And that’s why I’ve been on the run 
Life ain’t what it was before 
And yes I’m paying the piper still 
I just wish a million times over 
I hadn’t been behind that wheel 
But I can’t change anything about it 
And I sure can’t change how I feel 
But thanks for listening to me 
It helps a little to get it off my chest 
And now I’ll leave you to your morning 
As I’ll drink since that’s what I do best 
I sat there after he had been gone awhile 
And thought of what he had said 
About his wife and son and all 
And how he was having to sleep in that bed 
I thought about my own life 
And swore that when I got home 
I’d spend some time with my family 
And not be too busy using my phone 
I reckon the Lord sent him my way 
And I thank Him from the bottom of my heart 
Cause now I’m putting work in a different perspective 
And asking my wife and son for a new start 
I’m sure they’ll look surprised and all 
But now my eyes have been opened wide 
And work’s gonna have to take the back burner 
Cause I’m now a changed man inside 

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My Business Is Today

Committing myself to action; 
I stopped to put all plans away.

Determined to author my Life's book pages, 
I began the business of today.

I did away with past and future: 
Losses made and profits gained; 
That to lose and this to gain.

With the past already accounted for, 
And future yet to be taken account of; 
It's a waste for me to keep their books -

My business is today 

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Worm Food for Cannibus Vultures

It must have been some birth mark
That kept me removed
From sandbox dramas turned
Middle school parking lot feuds
Now young adult mortgage escape

Drama circles like rosemary in the wind
Pollinating programs for lust
beach bags and beer
A vacation from the grind

But when overtime rewinds
To flip to the other side-
I escape through the window latch

Compelled to redo the human race
So plug your tickets into cannon fodder
I'm recycling the inane scrapes
Using it for worm food
Living close to land
Devising a brand new plan

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Business of a Pen

Is this the business of a pen? 
To drunkenly prod, be prodded to papers,
  an endless stream of albino acquaintances? The life of a slave child, 
  briefly met with brothers in arms
 only to be torn away from plastic home for a life of forced labor. A sorry fate,
  often discarded before its time, before the well is dry and off it goes 
  (to sleep?) beneath landfill sky. A surer destiny, 
   a designed purpose, that which all humans lack on this earth, this side of Jesus Christ.
Tell me, oh lord, of the ordained switch from quills to ballpoints.
Did you lament the gossiping gulls, who ‘doth protest too much’? 
What is even the business of a gull? What would it make of my drunken pen?
A nest, no doubt.

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It started once in chocolate,
It ended up in coke,
It found its way in music pangs,
Like vipers deadly fangs…
This poison spread like fire,
Throughout each state and home,
Now that it’s an epidemic,
To legalize they’re prone.
It started in candy,
Then ended-up in schools;
It spread when they thought the Bible...
"Was not-a-good Golden-rule...!”
It started in the homes,
When kids had nowhere to play;
It took its toll and boomeranged-,
Back on our heads to stay…!
Now it’s in our churches,
For each old aged-gran;
‘Cause Steroids aren’t just for boxers,
It’s for everyone across the land.
It seems the government has the market,
For every cause and lure; 
Oh yea, drugs are really big business,
Or they would have found a cure! 

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No Task in Speed

Thinking that the ease of walking around is all that is done,
With flirting, chatting, and looking important in their eye,
Ready to start they have ranging expectations in the mind.
Better pay and nothing to do, what a role to have and do,
Quickly found that distance traveled was more then thought.
Quickly found that it was not as easy as others had bought.
Dirtier work and harder a fear began to grow within one.
Speed the only way to handle the changes though oh so wrong.
Speed holds only danger in travels, to more then one.
Speed produced a burn upon the first week of duty.
Speed brought down review standards now him so distraught.
Mentioning in evaluation the danger he would bring about.
Brought out anger and paranoia that his mind did play,
Each new day he is reminded that his new job is different.
Every way he will learn the respect of each new day.
Not a clue he had that in this new job he had responsibility.
Thought all was play and easy, from older peoples ways.
I do not think he will ever know the role he holds in work.
Still raging in speed, he still has not learned any respect.
Will he make the grade or will he be cause of a danger.
Will the next assessment, enrage his paranoia more.
Taking the toll of his demise before someone pays a price.  

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One thing that I wish I could change....  everything
That reminds myself of an arsonist, 
Same fumes which were poisonous, spread like a fire
Scorch the leaves, making it bitter from its dry and heaving roots

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The Art of Ninjitsu

My opponent celebrates the victory like the fights done and over
But like a Dojo Master with every bit of caution do I measure my opponent
Ever since I was a kid I was trained to only fight in self defense
It's true your bigger and possibly a better fighter 
But when it comes to the mind I stick to the true principles 
And you don't want to get off into true teachings
I come through the roof with my ninja
You say "How do you do, I like ninjitsu"
You spoke because I noticed you
I let your words bounce off the reflection off my Chinese stars
So you then say "Chinese stars are the words I threw at you
Congratulations you past the first step of initiation 
Now tell me what is said about combat boots"
I speak for the first time "Every Soldier dies with a pair on, Now defend or attack me
Yea, you know me we use to fight on the same team
Now our Spirit's no longer fight together"
Now I test you "What is said about me in this District and County?"
Since you don't know plus then GOD calls
They say "I don't know who is gonna get him first the ***'s, us, or the devil"
God has been my help, as we play these games of cat and mouse
POOF! My ninja goes up and out the roof

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The Valise

               The Valise

The brief case has edges and mystery surrounds it
Accompanied by men on the periphery of law disordered
Perhaps the economy there is equal to Greece and Spain combined
Fiduciary responsibilities and pride at stake
If the case is as empty as their souls
We must surmise the worst 
But we continue with the game 
The shady characters begin a string of lies
Inventing skeleton keys and ghost diversions
No way to open it, is peppered in their pleadings
Gone missing mysteriously at the moment of our need
To everyone’s surprise, theatrics come alive with animated cries
In this instance though, no brief or key to show
The loss serves only to close what is or was the deal
As dirty as that might be
Another nuance, wrinkle, bump comes on the road of reason
These so called bankers, strangers, entrusted, vetted by themselves
Some squirrels and dogs along the trail jumped in to vouch for them
According to the tale
Gave oaths to their integrity by barking and squirreling very loud
Their keepers also vindicated them, validated their misdeeds
And the missing mysterious key
Promising solid facts against the fiction
Still the valise remained unopened
More than just delicious is the hysteria at hand 
Creating ample bait and reason to proceed
In what is at best a transient transaction from some bums
A nice warm bath to wash the brain and drain it through a sieve
Clean the mind to make it clear  
Fiduciary responsibilities run well-oiled like machines
With money and an ample supply of greed in sight
Visual acuity falls in favor of fovea decline
If we turn our heads fixated on another place and time 
This all would fall within the parameters of an acceptable crime
And relegated as a focus faded to the blind pretending all is fine
The brief case opens up with a screw driver magically divined
From the filthy pockets of the hobo guys
To find our fantasies and nothing more inside

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Brass balls & eyes with a sliver of sin
Hence, where do I even bother to begin?
In fragmentation out on its desolate isle
We will know all the more in a great while

In sesation we get desperate & loneliness sets in
Enflamed by passion from within
Marked on its blotted page yet clearly intact
Working too hard can give anyone a heart attack

Today I want to soar to a place that is much better then before
Some our eager to contemplate history
The final line embraced in eager desire
Through a barrage of misrepresentation

Yet still today I long to soar to a place
That is much better then before
To embrace the inner swell of pain
While the entire world outside is totally insane

Through a closed window 
Yet for the moment only one can speculate
Through the closed window one can barely see
A very vibrant yet different way of a reality

In swift decisions that must be made

In a painful thrust & shortness of breath
Most only tap into a very small portion of brain
Through a closed window one can barely see
In some sorted variation in a dream

We then wander aimlessly as in some nomadic tribesmen

In desperation flirting with fire in the brain
In pillaged torn rhetoric decorum
Through a closed window
One can claim an inner sense of hidden solitude

We are all in the same cage here
Why do the guilty go free?
Why do the heathen rage?
Why does the sun still shine?

As painted faces lost in time

Were all in the same cage here?

It's just I want to know
How a most beautiful flower does grow
Through its frolic ambiance to unfold
In heights of soaring tears in sight

Still the river still flows out in some peaceful sway
Within tempers on fire yet still some ardent desire
A pilgrims process one can claim
It is so good to know that I'm still in the game!

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Identity Crisis

I asked her who she was and
she told me what she did;
when she lost the job, the expense account,
she no longer knew who she was.

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Knight In Shining Armor

      Knight In Shining Armor

Some girls have a hollow head
Situated somewhere about the shoulders
Air enters through one ear
Spins around to clear the cavity in there
Exits through the other ear
Some girls wait for the knight in shining armor
To fashion the wear into pots and pans
Others use the metals to sell at markets
Entitled to their money
Forget about the man
He can go about naked
Girls with hollow heads
Demand their share right now

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Cocaine Clouds

Helicopter blades for a sweet serenade,
three-story castle made your arm sore when he paid,
had it all made,
never liked his gratification delayed.

Powdered gold he never touched it,
while under his fingers puppets getting busted,
paid in elevation,	
the higher they got the deeper his worth went.

Reclined in his French leather,
third child cried said he’d never met her,
legal ventures always getting better.
while his blood empire crumbled,
talking on TV how he feels humbled.

Street crook to an office-seat CEO,
left the neighborhood in tow,
left behind the friends and the blow,
the suit says genius worn by a criminal.

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Yuppie Dragons and Paper Mountains

Climb mountains! 
Slay Dragons! 
That's what I did 
When I was a kid 
Now it's too much 
All this grownup stuff 
Business-like murder 
          under the guise of merger 
Micro-second chattel battles 
          waged on computer panels 
Flash before my eyes 
In a plate glass high-rise 


all my mountains are made of paper, and 
all my dragons wear ties

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I Am Contented Ill Make You Immortal In My Lines

I am contented I’ll make you—
Immortal in my lines.
Ardent learners shall raise questions
 In college-classes
And eagerly inquire of us;
And young lovers derive their inspiration.
But, still I desire!
If I grow as a millionaire.
 We have multimillion annual income
From import-export, or in foreign savings,
And or a business in food.
Starting from a mini-amount
As that Indian lady—
Gorgeous and rich,
Had begun just from few thousand rupees
And taken a room on rent.
And we would tour every new year
A new land.
You would wear that long white gown,
A maid would carry its hem
While descending the palace’s stairs,
Attending the dancing singing beggars.
And I would imagine ideas n’wer and h’gher,
In a lonely cottage as my office.
With an honest on-the-go youngman as my assistant,
And a witty widow
To serve us hot teas with buttered bread.

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What they don't tell you

In life, we tend to hide behind a false garb of compromise

Then twisted in disguise with falsehood in lies
Vanquished yet torn at its seams dealing with mean,

Thorned twisted yet miserable in dire blackened flasks of hate;
No shoulder to cry just commonplace stone face!
Our society has been greatly deceived in false promise latched in fake,
Tormented beings capable of disaster & consequences

Shadows proned in desolation vile hatred dripping blood off side
What they don't tell you is the real truth?
Instead they falsely buy into a lie & lost
Soldiers in their minature wars with fangs;

Smoke screen filled up with vanity.
Shattered dreams in twilight fantasy;
City lights built up with vibrant colors in decorated mesh appease.
Trampled down by smoke filled violation with a source of moderation

Inside the anxiety sets in while you live in the moment
A caged rat that was hidden in a hole such a violent toll
Replaced by briars with thorn filled asps in slight abrasion;
Society, torn in its mixed up lies filled with hate & gloom

The vomit of hunted yet sullen asps in moderate form,
Inside they die a death of 1,000 demons equated to laughter in the shower,
Outside, lies torn again with anguished skulls pushed to the side
Their fakes yet freeks & idiots with sullen teeth & tombstones for eyes,

Yet does it come at any surprise?
A flood of anti- establishment liberal agenda filled with hate,
We spend & spend then never depend
Upon the one from whom we have to do?

Still who knew?

The ocean scene with barbaric fangs along its birth pangs
The channel of anguished dull aborted fetus for supper;
Then for lunch you enjoy a flavored sauce of lies,
The girls are fake & always late

The world is ending soon its what they don't tell you?

We send are children off to war zones called schools!
We salute the unlawful, unholy & inhumane
Our society as of late is totally insane!

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A real person, a real destination

God will give you the enjoyment of life
When you do what He loves
Which is taken care of business 
Of His people
His beloved
He is into the business of providing care
So when you share of yourself
Love others
Or do anything of all the wonderful things that He puts on your mind
You will see that life is fuller
More fulfilled
When you give into the buxom of other human being
Share, my friend
What is on your mind?
That could be what someone needs for today
Make him/her your destination
And not the on the way bypass
To your road of nowhere
Be to everyone
What you would want God to do for you
Not a bypass
But a real destination

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In matters of importance & civility,

Guard your hearts out of respect with & humility
There is arise in a delicate strength in numbers & so it may seem
Workplace violence is also determined by levels of deterance;

For the heart is deceitful above all else so who can know it,

One must become attentive toward all forms of posted protocol initiatives
To profile who fits the person in question fits a certain criteria
A brief moment in silence toward any harmless brevity

One must look intently into everyone in our society;
Mark the man who would be willing in which to explore
Justifiaction as an easy ploy?

What would life be like without its protection?

A quest for reason amidst desire;
Let us take a deeper look into this equation
We must strive to learn each day
With matters of detering & detecting our nations borders

In retrospect, with the service that should be implemented;
Each facility must be fully trained in equipping their workers
To become the best one must learn to achieve with quality excellence
In matters of strict enforcement it is of extreme importance

To form an essential delegation & communication

One must never sit still nor lightly negate their responsibility
Those foundational fundamentals that far too 
It is important to remember that plans must be implemented to become effective
Security should move to accomadate all party's that are involved

Never to relent nor give into any false compromise system nor structure of thought
Workplace violence prevention should be resolved with the utmost respect & dignity
Throughout the vast expanse in time,
Commuication has been the essential fore runner toward this success...

One must virtual deter & report matters of security;
Since the days previously to the onset of the tragedy that had occured with the events 
of 911;

Immersion in a culture that promotes constant development should be the chief aim.

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Dream physics

The busier you look
The more important you may be,
On a day such as this.

Reckon with recognition or
Pout about clout or
Taking a turn to prove the worst

An object at rest remains at rest
An object in motion stays in motion

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Airbag, CRASH!

In an empty car lot,


We miss the hounding
We miss the hail damage sales
We miss the drag-it-in trades

Empty lots


When we gettin’ the bail out
Closing overseas
Closing 35%

Dusty, empty lots


Dropping lesser brands
Higher fuel standards
When we getting’ the bail out

Empty, empty lots


Commissioned to feed families
Commissioned to fail
Commissioned to beg
Commissioned to relocate
Commissioned to set up tents

Next to other tents

Can’t afford an 



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Slot Machine Romance

Slot Machine Romance

One time a simple flower would have sold me
The sanctuary of roses 
Filling my heart
And the poems of a lover
Would whisper my expectation
And rescue my longings in his strong and protecting arms

Once I would have been a damsel
Courted in the beauty of angels
I would have been his sweetest prize
The only woman of his eyes
I would have been the “all” for which he strived

But now I am fettered by his entertainment
His expensive suit
And priceless mode of transport
This luxury
I sold for the price of love
And money
For my body
And money
For my heart
And money
I sold for the price of love
And all my expectation came to nothing
As all my disappointments became so demanding
For no more than my own security
My romance was with this slot machine
And for the money
I sold the price of my love
For the money
I sold my heart
For the money
I stole his life
And sold the price of love

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The Dependence Hypothesis

Cut the chedder
World wide boom and bust
Economic cycles derived
From circadian rhythms
Making a corroded artery plunge
Into diabetic, catatonic comas

Companies that mine hormones
Sparkling that appetite reservoir
Congress will fund the model
Subsidies to the dirt and cheese
Feed lot arranged for meaty pleasure

Health stricken from the record
Drug money pays of the comeback
So get wise to the guise
The greed is still obscene
No unvarnished truth can belie statistics
We participate in the destiny

Claim you freedom and creativity
Consuming is voting by other means
For what is
And what will become

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On Going . . .

Under a witch’s moon
blows the wind that blows within
she sings her songs
in out of tune 

In her troubled heart
sorrow blows across her soul
on a restless storm
going . . . . away

Her slender shoulders carry weight
of you
who looks inside and weeps
God you were a friend
she cries
a river winding
through valleys dark
where you have gone
Where endless deserts end
sand catches between her toes
scuffing pretty plumes 
of prismed moonlight
into dust

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In line formation with a quaint response formidable

Chase the wind in cinder appeal apposed to action
The make believe pen on a blade of steel
Choices being made having great response played

Marked on its torn blotted page,

The call of the wild a little child
Looking after storm clouds bow
With a pillage to the plow in heightened drama
The band played on for your honor,

The scene again filled with bright colors in fashion.
The notion of them grasping & sharing,
What on Earth was she wearing?

As a Warhol scene within its designer mean influx 

The thought of stone pillars erected in soaring heights with plight
A song bird soars in the night & then
A whisper of the loom in want or that of heat?

A societal attribute in longing to appease
The rational lingering to please
One day soon all will have to bow the knee
In dire worthy honor to our maker

The thought of a caped crusader,
In champion we learn to reflect.
A notion of a song in sorted reflect
Upon silence toward a want to fulfill a given need

While the world outside longs to see you bleed
Yet by faith we are captivated by the smile
The hung feature of a lonesome child
Nestled in a cradle apart from the wild.

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MY  BIG  BROTHER   JOE                  

Joe I’ve never been up to your standards, no potential as they say
Oh I went to university, all right, but didn’t get honours
Then started a small business but it was no great shakes
I went to teach in Africa but achieved no spectacular success
Married a girl I wanted, just kinda ordinary, no great beauty,
Got three kids, messy and costly; you stayed single, wise choice.
Always kinda idolized you, Joe, always talking about you, you know.

I’m a loser Joe, not like you. You would’ve been great with any choice.
You married a real beauty, she didn’t deserve you, so you split up
You could’ve  been  anything, but you rightly didn’t want to choose wrong
Man, you were wise - too many choices and anyone can easily make a slip
I'm sure you would’ve been valedictorian in the university,
It's obvious you could’ve gone much further in business than me 
And Africa would’ve been a cakewalk with your knowledge and skills.
When the guys from the old street get together, all we talk about
Is you and how cool you were, and what you did and said,
And how one day you’d be famous for something needing your potential.    

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Pardon Me

Though I am taking food from you and
Though I am living among you
I did nothing to you and 
I cared only to my selfish needs

What a man i am and 
What a soul is mine
I have not wept for the others pains and
I have not shared others grieving

What for I am living here and
What is the use to my society
Though I am living as a man
I did nothing for them

All the lives except me
Are showing their gratis to the society
Even a little fly gave it's life to us
What is the use of my life

Forgive me and pardon me
To spent your valuable wealth
And call me to work for you
I want to repay my debt right now

Sakthi ravichandran 
An Indian English poet

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Although a tear drop should fall through the pavement floor

Shades of grass torn in its desirable stregnth;
Fragmentation of a whisper with no mere shoulder to cry.
Then fought back the tears in my head wishing dead
In solace the filter was then drained in its timely hue

Folded hands in glance of maze
Through disillusion & mediocre response;
In caring we will know by any means necessary

With a soft shelter to cry amidst the inner sadness & pain
Let me be the first to explain;
Shattered dreams within midnight screams
Amidst the porch bell parchment;

In sadness the Summer Solstice will notice;
latent dreams inside will scream

Vanquished as if we haven't yet even noticed
A challenge awaits through its sign & gate
Still it is best to live by faith
We rationalize our existence on store bought suds

Chasing crystals in jars of clay
In grand illusion throughout the day
Chase dreams once again through my hair my faithful friend
Chosen asps in sulfur & dessensitization

One would stick like glue then were through;
A lone habitation within its vested spool
Shadows in the rise of morn if their is a challenge its as good as born
Socialized wandering wizards running wild in our streets

In viable degrade;
Shelter lies dormant again amidst its beckoning call
Through the heart we have lit the spark;
To the source we light the candle in the dark

Shaded grass in its viable mast across the grass;
No peril to hard to embrace its inner guise
The peril or disguise...

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We each must believe in something to exist

Whether self is king or that in certain vice
To delegate a chance or that in some roll of the dice
Some our content in stoic & mundane
Wile others our frankly mentally insane

For the mighty God has done great things for me

Within pivotal yet fruitless gain or from borrowed chase
A reckless abandonment to an empty corpse shell
An angelic fervor of sorted chasm intact 
For stregnth comes in like a flood

Just suppose we just faintly disagree
This does not negate the real fact of spiritual equality
We each represent a stoic source in truth
Yet devided we sore vex call it a viable truce

Through a barrage in ample demonstrative approach to appease

For the mighty God has done great things for me
With painted stone freshly on the outside patio decorum intact
Tolerance is never an issue anymore
Set in stone its attributes deminish through a slight in hand

Hoping that someday soon we will surely live to understand

For the mighty God has done great things for me
With his mercies endure from age to age
Through frolic in twilight pasture
In ardent song within its smoked filled room laughter

This in effect prepares no one for the great here after?

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Solace in a Plastic God

their solutions are ready 
but are made of plastic
not even enough sand for glass
Christ was born of homorphadite 
and was bread on fish and wheat
they hung him on a tree
to make an effigy
they spilt his blood 
and took a drink
so of the son of man
they missed his point I think

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Hearts unfold to shelter the pain lest I shall refrain,

The shadow pulls an ellusive sweat through viable regret;
In the face of devastation we still see his smile
Cause we know all the great while his blood
Was chosen for the benefit of others;

Blinded eyes to unfold this vested circle of love expressed

With no shoulder to cry in torment to watch us bleed evil deed
Exposed to the elements once more...
In viable degrade of dust to withstand the sweat on his hand
Hoping someday all will understand?

A hand to hold until the very rights to you are sold....

A heart to beat with sweat to bleed;
 Blood soaked sheets in reprise to heat,
Shadows torn fragments stirring within imagination 

Fought back the pain released in its salutation;

Blood shed in our streets
Send the troops home...
With no good reason for them to roam,

Still a hand to hold the brave unfold through sad episodes

Fought back the pain from within by a little help from a friend
Shelter lies dormant onto its beckoning call drawn near
The fullness puzzled by night sweat from a fallen union!

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The Great Divide

With every uncertainty the rich get more greedy
and larger grows the great divide
a great plague stretching worldwide

And each and every person's tear
is nothing in the corporate eye

The land of opportunity 
where opportunity has ceased to be

Each day politicians boast jobs
they fail to say how many are lost

The wars go on 
we cannot win but refuse to loose
not counting the money and souls already lost

Change, but no one knows what change they want
only that what's happening today
is a deth sentance for generations to come

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The desire to obtain items which I don’t need A bulging wallet weighing down my back pocket The leather smooth against my fingers as I pull it out A crisp dollar bill The pungent ink stinging my nose

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It's So Intoxicating {End Line Word}

fly above fruited grains my feathered ------- Friends
dip dive encircle the sun's orbage ------------- Don't
lusterious valleys and mountaintop ranges  --  Let
forbidden flights go un captured by other winged --- Friends
document footage of their performance ------- Drive
dedicated knowing their feeling a tad -----      Drunk

Tribute To Friends

Entry For Dana Ann Smith-Johnson's
End Line Words Contest

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Number Nine (Nonet)

Sixty-three divided by seven
Four squared plus two and minus nine
Square root of sixteen plus five
Square root of eighty-one
Three squared plus zero 
Ten minus one
Six plus three 
Three threes

Comments:  dedicated to the mathematical wizards who would like to write a 
nonet poem, this is your chance.   This is a very understandable way to write a 
nonet. A nonet poem has nine lines, with the first line containing nine syllables, 
the second line eight, the third seven, then six, next five, then four and so until the 
last and ninth line has one syllable. The nonet poem may be written about any 
subject, and rhyming is optional. Start with a topic sentence and work it down live 
a funnel. It should be deductive and inductive.

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Shot at the Top

Select one for industrialization
Offer time and effort to management
Keep openness relevant to your life
Seize the job created just for you
And work creates interesting highlights
Giving hope and peace to those who achieve
At levels higher than the norm
Feelings go good with open hearts
Take the joy into your soul
May the occupation never crease your heart
May your very being live in comfort
For the heavens wants management
To give you a shot at the top

Russell Sivey

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            Each day I open my eyes and the sunshine through my window and I wonder 
what's out there.

 Who's going to be main course today for dinner? Chewed up and spit 
out like some piece of prime rib we all need to be Carnavour or we were all better 
off dead.

 Counting off the terrorist stories and tragic mysteries of how many girls 
disappeared today? Oh next it might be me.

 That's why I look both ways when I  cross the street and on dark nights I stay on the 
sidewalk where there's light enough to see my predators lurking. Because you never know 
in the jungle " she wrote" and she'll finish it.

 She's not sympathetic to those who are idiots because your just walking and you'll fall 
into her trap. 

You better be smart or she'll have you lying on the ground crying. Don't think she's a 
punk because being ignorant never got no one a slice of pie. 

She's sweet but she can also be bitter, and you don't want to catch her on her bad side.

Dreams and determination can keep you on a straight arrow 
out of the jungle but some never leave and they never will.

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Broken Promises

The spirit of the age has tempered vile degrade
In desolation it's will torn wild
We send vomit into letters exposed to loosened fetters
Erupted in mass chaos in its plausible quest
The more we want so the more we in turn invest
We wait in idol fancy as some lost souls in Sid & Nancy
We hurt then tie the tube getting loose lube filled with screws
We plummage into a violent existance isn't it relevant?
We think were alone yet we never are cause God is still in charge
In social regard toward difficult matters that appease
We lose sight of love & social need
In foot steps drawn in the sand someday we may learn & understand
In columns of rescued menure pile in its claim
The world outside is totally insane
A casual encounter with a so called friend?
The next day you got Aids, now you got pain!
The choices we make to appease the mind
In columns of choiced red, blue & brown....

Broken promises through its shattered glass filled with pain
Broken promises  can easily drive a man insane
A court jester will amuse the crowd as long as there is an occasion
Perhaps society is in need of a break on a long awaited vacation?
Closed minded sentiments filled in vile affection
The novice gets hungry stops at his local 7 eleven
Promises made in the dark have come full circle into the light
Broken Promises with advant garde choices made in the night
Elaborate decorum in want of passage;
We last a minute & grieve as the savage!

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The Individual

The Individual

One must never harden themselves by its rudimentary purpose

Goals in accomplishing trust & cooperation
Since the old days had Cain;
Let me be the first to explain,
All is shifting sand to equate its timely devisive plan

How does one equate both logic with fear

A deepened sense of inferiority & inadequacy
Interferes with the attainment of your hopes;
But self confidence leads to self realization & successful achievement
The Individual

Through an opened window lies a heavy curtain
Yet not for certain,
A true source of communication;
To look within leaves a reproach without...

The common man so often will bitch & pout

Yet for the individual,
As a high soaring eagle flys overhead through the sky;
Split please to appease in rudimentary disease...
A passing delicate stride to recapture our youth in viable regret

Yet the individual still stands proud;
The individual...
Through variation & solace;
A timely sorted bargain basement deal...

A look back at the sky toward the grand spinning wheel,

The individual,

Standing tall amidst the agony & pain lest I shall refrain a distant scorn to shame!

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Sincerely Yours,

Dear friend ,

The world means nothing.
Its set in flames.
Even worse we roam with cold hearts trying to look the part,
in this guilded age.

This is something I wish not to be a part of.
I no longer want to be another soul endlessly making
contact with sole and pavement.
I'm striving for abatement. 

For meaning I've always looked at dictionaries.
For significance we've always looked at actions.
So please do take another look and see what this letter is for.

Our education is supposed to be priceless, yet we can't afford it.
Our outlook on life is supposed to be uplifting , yet our vision is always distorted.
Our struggle is supposed to be significant , than why is it our stories won't be recorded?

Does this not trouble you my friend?
We complain about being second rate citizens yet there are those who don't live
but attempt to survive in their homes that are assigned in third world countries since before birth.

Where is the justice if the hearts are starting to turn into just ice?
Wheres the justice if a benevolent man was robbed of their life?
Where's the justice in this non-sense?
I can't see it . All I see is us bracing for a cruel consequence.

Pardon me if I trouble you with the questions you can't answer.

But i've outweighed the pros and the cons of this situation.
I no longer wish to to be just another number in this logorithm of lies. 
I no longer wish to be a variable with no value of his own.
I wish to become the variable that comprehends the absolute value of sincerity.

Real love is that which shows no fear.
Unfortunately I am a coward.
I no longer can love a world that is platinum plated and wishes not to remember
the warmth of a child's smile.

Even the stars wish not to roam on the skies of the falsely lit nights.
Even the moon moans because of how far from her we've drifted.
Even the willos weep when we no longer wish to see them stand and instead
choose them to stand on.

I've outweighed the courage and the fear.
But what I found frightened me further.
What weighed us down the most was indifference.

With that discovery I knew what I had to do.
I must leave and find somewhere where gravity is no longer so heavy.

I know I can't outweigh death for it's a burden that falls on the shoulders of everyone.
I'm truly sorry that i'm a selfish coward 
For I have chosen the coward's end.

I wish you goodluck my friend,

Sincerely yours,

The shadow of men

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Societal Breakdown Insanity

We have come too far to ever give up now

A Change in society through the tears of a clown
A sullen gasp pronounced toward fear
A vile indication of stregnth drawn near
A sequential pull vexed after the fall

In shortness of breath through shoulder to cry

We negate trivial pursuit over what's moral turned to mundane

Something in our twisted hearts leaves feeling insane;
A pull at the heart to light its inner spark.
Through want in need we reflect then bark
In midnight oil burning in heightened desolation

A moth vamp in sullen approach to handle
Mark the man who is willing to explore
No page unturned while sleeping with a whore
What does God have in mind nor what is in store?

Borrowed tombstones slime in shapes of stone
Far from the chosen fields left out to roam
A patient man will relax then turn to wine
What will be a sure fire way toward a design

No shoulder to cry a summoned pop fly in the eye
In the horizon an old Indian bows his head for prayer;
Wasted again from the influx of damning societal threats he's now saddened
The guns he sheltered through desolation & harm

May sound the alarm in closet swing exploits to charm,

In delicate flowers lining ordinances approached
Through hidden laughter a sharp pain in bedded disaster
Never ready to prepare for the great here after
In a montage of gifts getting squished from fragmented thoughts of imaginative thought

A soul that was once purchased can never be bought!

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Through a slight peep hole in a door ellusive to the actual norm

In the future one can exhibit a flair for faith amidst evil
Within great credible eye witness to achieve
Through a sorted variation in a dream

Although the twilight sun had tainted my inner vision

In a whirlwind of descretion we falter in confessing
Although for the moment no shoulder to cry
A sorted dilemna in a blink of an eye
A sought after excursion

Isolationism in the midst of something supernatural

Deep within every human heart there beats a common melody
Through a spring of melodic yearning design
Many interpret the golden rule as control
They simply negate a philosophy & self consideration to ever know

Many as of late have been proned in tears
Yet in effect those very tears have removed all known fears
All of us live as in some isolated nomadic state
Far from our home in eternity so will embrace the temporal

We all must determine in love what will become
Hence in deep retrospect to its given outcome
Many like to control others due to pride
The god of this world has blinded their eyes so they suffer in deep silence alone!

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Politically Incorrect

Once transformed into an angel of light

Bite into,
Having long viscous fangs that bite
Gone our the lost days of getting respect now in a daze
Perhaps this is the politically incorrect faze?

Politically Incorrect,
Zero tollerance for misinterpretation of the text,
Others create a barrage of jokes & get respect
Having abortion on demand means nothing to these big City Thugs!

Or is it just best as I plainly reflect & sweep that notion in thought under the rug?

It used to mean something to have integrity, respect & authenticity?
Still clearer heads have prevailed while some have found there's lying in a sewer...
A transformed angel that appears light yet is the one of death
I must strictly confess,

A tulip dies beneath the sod in time

Do you all remember when you were broke down to your last thin dime?
We plant seeds of regret & then call this charm!
Sound the alarm!
Gone our the days since 1988,

A cheap date a long from that of Watergate.
What a flake I mean Nixon & his lies!
Does this notion in thought come at any big enough surprise?
We have adopted the fake mentality

A notion of disrespect in brutal reality
The onslaught of death & shut gun blasts in the streets!
You want to say something yet you can't
We have cowards for politicians & innocent regret

We erect billboards with false hidden ads
We attend war zones the most children call schools,
Still this is your society & you get to do what you want
A fight to even cope

When you have that fight with the battled old spiced soap on the rope!

Gone our the days today we just froloc in a haze
Our celebrities our fake & so is our dates
Amazonian, fake women that look like men

It's best to go down to Florida & their work on your tans!
Yet we all planted our seeds in this sod of death
A hero's text reads sorry that we met
Gone our the idols we used to hold dear

Today I sheltered a tear like the indian crying in the rain
In deep pain not shelter lies dormant in anguish against
It's deepest hardened sinners quest
Perhaps were just in some violation being put through an ultimate test?

Now I'm better your so very sorry that we ever met ?
Politically Incorrect
Where as others can say whatever they feel
Perhaps I'll just have to play my one last game of Let's Make A Deal ?

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Shelter lieth dormant out of its beckoning call

In ellusive tide through loop holes of its proverbial sway
Follow me close throughout a variation in a dream
Soar with me through peaks filled with lavish uncertainty
Shelter me through a shadow vested shade filled with violence

With whom we have to do....

In quaint visitation filled covenant their is vested mercy
Nor a mere shadow to desperately cry out loud
Fought back a single tear without any shoulder to cry
Throught that in neglect of violence taken by force

Shattered dreams left in desolate ports

With whom we have to do...

In planted then plummeted recourse
Some our content to living with social demise torn mediocrity

Others, ponder a specualtion or simply content in making history,
Falling angelic forces negate creatures spotless bridal claim
The appease of the tempter thwart in meager desolation
With whom we have to do...

Where as others reflect, yet haven't a single clue?

A fresh scent of fallen dew billows in great peril a whisper
The establishment is slaughtered for lack of reason or that in imagination
With whom we have to do...
In shadows parade in chasms vent sway

A response to sadness with time reflection

The notion of forgiveness,
Take away the old warm the inner chill
With whom we have to do
Socialized wizards walking among us having vented tombstone for actual eyes!

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Testicular pain

internet doctor
these are my symptoms
This is everything wrong with me
a list of complaints i have noticed
hoping there is something i can do
to bring back my health
and hopefully pull through

Lists of complaints
everything i can think of wrong with me
from my backpain and insomnia
to the shortness of breath
the throbbing in my right testicle

Stress isn't the proper word
but it does go along with my depression
constantly itchy
loss of interest in everything
nauseas from time to time

Nervous breakdown maybe
five months ago
now spiritually impoverished
feeling like i can't take anymore
however the voice in my head tells me i'm gonna be fine

hyperventalating out of boredome
the constant obsession of trying to make sense
out of the confusion

Internet doctor
i'm sure there must be one
a list of physical ailments
just don't take this on unless your ready to realise
i have everything wrong

Herpes New year
Mental health Industry
dirty blood on the wall of a crime scene
medicated to slow down my OCD thinking
Testicular pain
the depression coming back
guilt feelings and regret for a life of being wrong
hard on myself for everything
driven to drink
and wanting to self medicate
dual diagnosis would be a blessing to me
and i would't be able to function on all the different prescriptions
you try to prescribe me

pills for stress
pills for my blood
pills for my heart
pills for my thoughts
pills for the rash
pills for my moods
and now i have testicular pain living in a town with dirty water
they say its not the water doctor
but before you cut my junk off
can i ask you a question
do you think it was the pills?

I dont see the point anymore
suffering is soo much better
im sure eventually you will sell me suicide
to make yourselves feel better

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The Choice is Yours

Choose ye this day...
Whether you make the right choice 
Or the wrong choice,
The choice is still yours.
And the choices you make 
Will chart your course in life.
Bad choices may give instant gratification
But will render undue suffering.
Right choices cause rejoicing 
And yield reward at their completion.
Wrong choices produce consequences,
Terms of sentences and judgments-
Like "She should've..." or "Why did he..?"
And then "I would've..." or "I could've..."
Still we don't want anyone telling us what to do.
We feel so grown.  We think we are mature.
Mature people know the difference 
Between good and evil.  Good and evil?
If we were as mature as we think,
Our decisions would not bring such sorrow,
Such debt, such bondage, and such thoughts  
As "I wish I could go back... to undo..."
So we are left marking time...
Until our sentences are over.
But we can break out of this prison,
If we will listen.
Come, let us reason together.
There is a voice, a guide; 
She's not a dictator.  He's a gentleman.
He is spiritual, and she can judge all things.
He himself is judged of no man,
And she comes with freedom of speech.
He comes with choice words
To persuade, convict, reprove, 
To encourage and direct...
They are masters in disguise,
Servants sent to be helpful, not controlling,
So the choice is still yours.

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The City

Everywhere you look there are skyscrapers,
Everywhere around you there is noise,
Everyone around you is busy,
Everywhere you turn there are people,
Daily traffic swallows the highways,
The sidewalks are flooded with people,
construction workers and buisness poeple,
GO through with this everyday.
The sound of cars honking is constant,
Along with the pattern of footsteps,
people with always come and go,
As they pass throug the difficult city.
It always seems as if you are in a dream,
Where everything just passes you by,
And the, finally, when the day is done,
You feel as if it hasn't even come yet.
The city is tiring, busy and loud,
It where everyone seems to be,
The city might be the perfect place for you,
But it's not for me.

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Games rearranged

Great majesterial reign!
Bled into the future on another
Heiroglyphic gain

Storylook nooks
Hoping to cook the books

Struck in awe by the fantastic flaw
As power games sizzle
Im left to nibble

Then recreated in freedom's everlasting draw
Back to neutral 
Back to glee

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Dark fixed at night to fright in deep consciousness flight

Gone in desperation quick fix to hide inside pain
In heated pleasure silenced to a slow pitch
In fetters sought with creatures among lines drawn in features


Dark in dusk who do we trust
Blackened stench in negate trench
A trance sold out advance per chance
In limestone some engrafted in time

A warm encounter with ghost sublime

Fought back the tears to hide the pain
Along lines asunder totally insane filled in dreams slight scream with Summer's rain
Eyes filled up with coffins chill in brain
Suffering chill down spine through a collapsed dispare

An eagle fly's above shelter lies dormant amidst the pain
Not some door mat bent on any high healed excursion
In the pit of silence nursed back the tear of ellusive hate

We carry dreams filled with timeless fragmentation in ellusive lines filled in imagination
Carry me further down by the river pilgrims process shelter lieth dormant
Amidst modest apparell to appease the night in sullen asps in seperation into a vile 

Chaste impulse that derives an analogy sullen fragments
Cemetary very scarey even if your in the weary
Trampled back its timeless clause by impulse an explosion of applause

Having long hanging viscious fangs that bite in the night to fright
A shout of intense madness filled with sadness
Shadows fixed within timeless clause
A plausible cue toward a viable loss...

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Lost in middle aged vortex

Lost in the vortex
Of Retrograde happy days
All is peachy bright
Smiles ignite money tossing everywhere
With ego comes might
With challenge comes pretension
With hypocrisy comes abstaining
Well at least for...
I've seen the dull buzzards ignite
Fizzling tar smoke, allowing
Porcelain dolls to take center stage
And I should be laughing, happy free
What is wrong with me?
Born with too much on my plate
I should just relax and abate
Instead of attempting rewiring
Like the emperor of electrical engineers
Maybe i should just drink a beer
Slowly letting my head hit the bar tab
The bartender is pouncing tonite
She has a fistful of dreams
Hidden under those pacifier eyes
Shes out for blood and revenge
I go out to smoke the skyline
Absorbing dripping atmosphere
Something tells me
I've been here a million times before
I've seen where all these shadows run to
I guess i was hoping for more
Like some hidden city uncovered
I'm searching for gold
Beyond the belabored
Somehow we just cant make it tonight
I'm gonna back into my cave
To hatch a plan

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Sign the line

All I'm asking is that you sign the line that is dotted....
Either that or cosine me a new brain wave

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The Government

People will die,
They always do,
But do they know,
That all humanity rides on them,
Our protectors and saviors,
They are supposed to keep us together and safe,
Not create a hellish nightmare,
And destroy us from the inside out,
The government has sworn to protect us,
Why the hell did we believe them?

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Mr. Sardino Sniffinhoof

Now most of you have heard of the Sniffinhoofs.
       Because they are a famous family who deal in roofs.
If you need one they always say
       A Sniffinhoof roof will always pay!

Well Sardino is a rascal turned 29.
       Has women you wouldn't believe doing him all the time.
The Sniffinhoofs would rather you didn't know it.
       Because they say his hot business keeps their hot business in the pit.

Well Poetry Soupers, you better believe that Sardino doesn't let that get him down.
       He keeps on taking his women out on the town.
The only thing he does that the women don't like.
       Is eat sardines out of the can while riding his bike.

He lives up to his name and is heir to these roofs.
       Don't you wish you belonged to Sardino's family the Sniffinhoofs?????

* The life of a ficticious person.

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The Butler Made Me Do It

Where shall I go ?

             What shall I do   ?


                My  Dear
     I  Don't   Give   A    Dam

For I am  Gone With The Wind
In search of that Rhett Butler
Other Girls Can Dream Too LOL

Tribute To Great Movies

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Malefic Enterprise

persons without a conscience
surreptitiously man-made
psychopathic entities
alien institutions
born of greed

selfish tyrannical plunderers 
ruining earth’s biosphere
disembodied souls
aberrant callous

errant corporate monopolies
ascendent enterprisers 
imperialistic pirates
venal pervasive 
vain machines

deceptive obscene profiteers
base distorters of reality
unpatriotic purveyors
bent on incessant
dishonest gain

avaricious nihilist personage
despotic bilker of society
co-dependent schemer
of infinitely fallible 
capitalist dreams

erring patronizing conveyors
able descendant privateers
filthy lucre’s life-blood 
a new world order
reigns supreme

sacrificial malefic enterprise
insatiable devourer of life 
Armageddon’s stepchild 
ritualistic patronage
the death of birth

© Eugene Harvey

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Last Dayz

Wha could i say livin i these last in dayz,
I feel like i seen it all i'm no longer amaze ,
This situations tragic, 
Magic Johnson  must of knew magic,
Cause he ain't got  A.I.D.S
And i know he had it, 
And the cghick that passed it still takes a tablet,
So know i walk lke this is my last day on the planet,
 I write like these are  my last words,
The last of What i draw for the Cameras,
Now you can se mind,
The more i write the more bright,
The more you listen,
The closer the closer you getting,
 To words that you say in the wind,
Feel them  like sun rays on you skin,
Yoou mind as well bask in it,
 This might be the last of it,
Cause the sun's done,
The went out with the trash,,
thatsa how it is for living in famine
The sun aint shinning, 
There water fallng out sky,
Oh no thats water in my Eye, 
Im crying, trying to stop they  ^ss from dying, 
Save they ^ss from frying, 
I told em keep putting that work in,
Never stop trying,
Even though somtimes you feel like breaking downand crying,
Just like an orphan thanking G o d they wasnt aborted keep walking

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Economy of the gift

The fabric of transactions
We know today
Creates tremendous volume
As capital flows everywhere
You cannot argue
Wealth and efficiency

There is a gap
Across the networks
The real meaning is ascribed
The reason for being alive

Coded by indigenous economies
The marvel of giving gifts
And no possession of property

Bedrock socieities
Retain their transparency
Built of reciprocity 

In the land
Of money and honey
What is overlooked
The bonding
Of Love and Economy

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Jazz against the Machine

Alright ive played this game before
Toss some skittles before you get old
Make a move, save the day
Getting drunk on the funk

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First the sound of feet outside

The clearing in hesitation run away & hide
In a barrage of common place
He will leave his lasting trace

Through thoughts exposed in an opened door by willing to explore
Sounds in silence thoughts exposed
The new way exposed
Through timeless chatter in a thoughtful jest

A party of trampled midgets as on may negate
Some may even call this hesitation fate
In reluctance we can share a meal together no matter what the weather
Gone our the days we once liked to frolic in a haze

Instead today we are slowly drifting as in a mouse in its maze

To pour oil on a cut to swell
We live for self and hero's tell

In morning curtains open to let in the sun
We often run away from the fun
Shadows torn in delicate matter
Never once getting prepared to face the great here after?

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Dogcatcher and the Dog

Can animals regret?
If so, I know what this one is thinking:
‘If only I’d ran the other way -
If only I’d not stopped at that hydrant..’
Somehow I think he knows,
he understands that his number is up.
For who want a mangy mutt like this?
Surely he is good for nothing but trouble...
Yet I can’t shake this thought, staring into his eyes;
it’s not right, what I do.
What gives me the right to lock him up? 
For all I know, I may be a dog one day...
But of course everyone knows dogs can’t feel.
And I’ve a family to feed, things to buy.
Once again I harden my heart - no regrets.

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Microwaving Daydreams

Cooking my baked beans
Microwaving daydreams
Financing future, slipping credit schemes
Federal imperial medals- the real deal
All in a bite sized, one time only
All in nicely packages holiday embrace

Cooking my daydreams
Microwaving circuitry 
Its time for a megatape rewind
Its about time for an unscripted recline
To sit in armchairs and gather dust
Scraping these walls for elbow and rust

Just cooking my baked beans
Microwaving daydreams
Get the toxicology report
Get the electrojet sanity retort
Shopoholics anonymous consuming floorboards
Get them back in a behaving round-up sort

Cause I'm cooking
A daytripper redundancy
Microwaving skeletal seams
Storing appetite for later dreams

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Deface the War on Drugs

What pharmaceutical hypocrisy
Blurred doctor patient relations
Continuous with dealor-junkie satiation 
Arent't we living to eat?

The safety regulators will come down harsh
Trickling down their axiom motif
With Ronald Reagan collectible trading cards

Who's poison beef still feeds
The vacant lunch room lot
And appetite feeds necessity
A supply/demand immortal praxis

So when economists don their hats
Rationally sanitizing the goofs
It's mighty easy the Federally pen
A Riker's Island estate
Keeping the wooly horses busy

While generations pock-marked
Throw themselves towards the dart board
Becoming gangland officiates

What we need is a cleansing rain
To wash the virtual records and shame
Letting ecology grow the way it should

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Start at the base of societal turn,

Perhaps someday soon we will learn?
To trust in riches you would be a fool;
Thick briars lined with scars through its papal cause
In chosen vessels torn to rubbish;

A slight sequence of events to report more trouble;
Sifting through the melodic rubble
Vanquished in the modest abode
Sifted as wheat for you have been told

Just suppose we made another abode?

In reason of quaint filled deliverance;

Nature lies dormant from its beckoning call
In emmense pain comes our freedom
One will fall back in common place
Laced in some moderate sense to late

With parts unknown we stroll along

In want or need to see you bleed
With chosen rations from parts unknown;
With decisions made through a papal throne
What efforts were made on a cereal bowl display

In a variation of a dream we will pay
To ever humbly bow the knee by which to pray.

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In awe of silence filtered through a variation in a dream

The mindset plummets in cordially bliss away
Time in essence to frolic in the lying ambiance of it's hidden garb
In silence, a warm shattered inner conflict abode
Of sprinkling whispers in candid flood of noise


An exchange of time cards to punch in at last,
In social discretion & cast
Welcome to a grand illusion as a wanted man
Welcome to abortions on demand hopefully you will someday understand
Welcome to a barrage of harsh critical presence
Welcome to the silence once again

Filtered through a timeless cavity toward the influx of gravity
In desolation fine tuned decision
In careless patrons of casualty 
In want then need to watch as we bleed

No shoulder to cry just the enivitable lie
The lie that says I am what I do?
Yet who knew this plausible quest would soon come true?
Welcome to the jungle cause your all going to die
Welcome to the helpless for one day soon will fry
Welcome to the neighbor that stands in disgust
Welcome to the priest whom we can't even trust?

In want we sometimes turn inward shaped by silent burning timber,
Welcome to the crazy days of idol
Welcome to a nomadic venture to wander
Welcome to a downward trend of depression
Welcome to the all inclusive opinion
Welcome to a pain in my ass
Welcome to the guy who gets off on a free pass
Welcome to the football guy that gets more in one year then I earn in a lifetime
Welcome to the shade by which to hide from
Welcome to the storms that invade in demonic fright

Perhaps my dreams will come true or will have to wait until tonight ?

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Power of praise

Without him we are lost in sin forever

Without him we are sifted as wheat in its chaffe
With him we can now rejoice 
The power of praise can once again unite our hearts as one
The laborer's our few yet still he is the only one

With whom we have to do amidst the onslaught with caged fury

A court room is out of session so is the jury
Many today our living on real borrowed time can't we read between the lines
Please by all means send the troops home
There is no good reason for them to roam

With casualties that are enormous

For a stated cause that's atrocious
Merciful one, come take this chip off my shoulder
Stop the senseless fighting before our nation grows colder!
Let us all look above to the heavenly love

As the sun heats up only time will tell when the soon harvest will boil
With the power of praise engulfed in our soul!

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Hard Out Here

Tired of workin’ for the man

I want to work for this woman

Don’t want to be sittin’ up here wonderin’ 

What my check gon’ be

I want to know, don’t want no one evaluatin’ me

Givin’ me what they think I need

I'm the only one who knows

Tired of being treated like a 9-5 ho’

Ain’t the one to want to fit in ya plan

I need to get this doe in my hand and I don’t want to go ya way

I'm gonna make my own 

tired of being left out here alone

I'mma use what I got to get what I need

Cause all this back and forth ish’ just ain’t me

Don’t want to explain why I don’t want to come to work today

You didn’t really need me in that meeting anyway…

 Lets keep it straight street 

Tired of going by your "what I say goes" policy

Not feelin it’

Slavery been through

But here I go again coming in to do this job for you

How I'm suppose to get ahead if you keep trying to hold me down

O that’s right I'm not suppose to, that’s why I'm still here now!

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Freedom comes to those with goals in its triumphant episode,

Through quaint loop holes well learn to sift through its variation & swing

Gone are the relics from past episodes sway

In modest decorum we make our abode clear,
With cherished memory's in choices so very dear;
Yet in decisions made from its timely imagination thwart in pain
In ellusive tears torn in rage.

With modest manners in a rush;

We felt the inner tear silences in a simple hush.
Among self dellusion proned toward inner demise then illusion,
The hour of decision fixed on its mission.
A lone blade of grass that was twisted in the wind;

A papal vow to help summon a passing few

Some having bit off far more then they can chew?
In shaded pine we relax in time;
A lone blade of grass attached to its vine,
Sullen briars proned in idol misery equated with logical fear.

Sore vex array to its beautiful flower display.

We will humbly bow are head to pray,

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The Old Man On The Mountain

An old man on a mountain

In parched soil on a blotted page intact
Through a store window we see a painting
Within timeless quiver of chatter of days gone by
Mark the one who is willing to explore,

From its setting sun enhanced within its vanquished plot

Within climatic pitched fervent reaction
A soul in latent derision even pressed for action

Gone are the days in swift desolation;

Betrayal in the innocence of man

An old man on the mountain once again looking down,

Overhead as an eagle soars to parts unknown;

Looking for gold with a heart asunder,
Is it any wonder the fields were green to provide sustenance
People need help not hurt
Use your inner wit to amuse never to abuse

Through its timely excerpts we can choose;

Yet an old man on a mountain looks down
Very often hanging his fragile head to the ground
Such as in a bird of prey flying in a humble display;
Although for the moment we learn to reflect & pray

Many as of late choose for it to not be that way

As columns filled with myraid branches tend to wither in desolation
There still sits an old man a top the mountain
Within colors filled with sore vex display
Leaving the old man breathless without one single word to say.

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End Times

To deceive is to believe the lie

The lie that actually claims I am what I do?
To believe is to have faith yet
Faith isn't intellectualized it just is,
In the storms of life amidst the strife we stake our claim
Not to ever play the blame game
Although we must confess,
The angels almost blushed while in a rush
Just suppose?

Painted pony's with strange eskimo's'
Delightful days of getting lost in some purple haze;
The trip is on as we sing our final song
Filtered through its ellusive embrace;
In special reasons while lost in space
End times we claim the mark
The mark of the beast in sullen asps which fright in the night
Having long hanging viscous fangs that bite
We maybe living in the final days of evil

Shades of pine fallen asunder warm to lightning or was it thunder?

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Old Deal
new color
red light
"Green" plight 


Wrong choice
 no right
dazed , twilight 


Copyright McCuen 2009

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Dying For A Dead End Job

Living from day to day,
Trying to make life a better day.
Doing the best you can,
To keep food on your plate,
And cool air from your fan.

Bettering yourself ,
The only way you know how.
Constantly wiping,
The sweat from your brow.
Satisfying the same rude boss 
And customers working so hard,
To not let them get the best of us.
Crying out to your family at home,
Because you and your colleagues 
Don’t get along.

Going home to answer the phone.
Finding yourself, doing the same 
Things at work as you do at home.
The same old job that causes you
To prematurely age  can’t  pay
You more than minimum wage.
While at home watching your T.V.,
Hoping and dreaming, to have a crib
Like a celebrity, you hope to have a
Chandelier like theirs. Then you look up
At your raggedy light fixture. Getting the
Blurry image of you sitting in an old beat
Up chair.

You’re thinking, “Hey, I work every day.”
“I work very hard, and I can’t even get 
My job’s credit card.” “What can I do?”
“I can do nothing but sit here and sob.”
“My health in success is failing, all 
Because I’m dying for a dead end job.”

wrote in college while
sick of retail work
(2003-2004) somewhere in that time

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A lone blade of grass

The sense of nature sweet with fragrance flourishing

In times of uncertainty marked on a blotted page
Within solace we release its pain,
Shouts of madness torn asunder.
Pilgrims progress sharpened its pencil


Marked on a blotted page yet fully intact
When will we act our age,
In demonic torn relics of suede in billows creation
To frolic in the inner ambiance of the day

A humble way by which to bow the knee to pray

Although its shivers down my spine in frolic
In chosen ambiance onto its beckoning call,
The way of a poor child after the fall

Then marked on a blotted page all alone

With emmense inner conflict & pain
Shoulder to cry after the rain
A quiver of the nerve pressed on a heal in sore vex plight

Innocent killings of the unborn in their mothers womb
To ceil their tomb from harming fumes
Bras being burned in our streets

Children returning to war zones we call schools

The march of the soldiers & fools
The eclipse of the sun had tainted my inner vision
A quest for power in sore derision
A decision of laughter in the height of the wind

A feeling of neglect by which one faintly can depend
Shouts of praise filled with sounds of laughter
The preparation of a guest to await the great here after

Children having baby's & crazy
Crimes of the innocent in the blood on our streets
Getting crazy in the linens on the sheets
Crazy music as we learn another timely beat

A heart pulse torn in a crazy way,
A different dance display
A laughter in the rain
A page of intellect in my brain
A bridge in circumstance amidst the pain

Sadness in the heart again
Perhaps its best to hold my breath
Then count to the number ten
In shadows the darkness creeps in

Society is going straight to Hell!

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Split Personality

Cant seem to establish a grip
Business management slip 
Psychology debased 
No thought holds inspiring fate
All nimble thumb blame games poisoining 
This suggestible day 

Then amid smoke stacks and foggy mirrors
The coil of regret burns away
Time is slipping
Where has family been all these years

What have i been doing in this choatic mess 
Where might it lead 
Each suggestible day burning, bleeding 
What to do with anger and hate
This frozen identification leaving
Where to go
I already know

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Tell your children in the field not to turn back to the plow

In ardent meadows a cool chill ravaged in asunder
When I was young you sat beside me with care
Showing much affection on what it was I should wear
Through a pillaged turn in chemical regard

I didn't mean to hurt anyone
When all my friends would make fun of me
It was only to you I would run

Through, untimely noise out in the street
A section of safety from which I was to greet
You showed us the very essence of love
Created then nestled by the hands of God up above

Although for a time no shelter to cry

A solemn sigh would always pass you by

Through the variation in a dream caught in time
Love is the essence of your existence
A shelter lies dormant on it's beckoning call
Sought through it's pillage in the tail end of Spring
Living in shivers through bargain basement bling
Mother shines brightly amidst its beckoning swing
In thoughtful aura of truth along with adorable laugh
With snap shot memories of the past
Having so much fun with the hope it will last
What a mother means to me?
Amidst shing sea to sea
A variety of decorated flowers tossed in delicate apparel
Sought through broken promise amidst the uncommonl laughter
She always held her head up high
Amidst the outside rampant radiating cry


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Business Trip

Holly from Ohio,
Grey hair long,
The lines of your life draw a map upon your face of a life lived to the fullest.
Smoking early morning away with your cup of coffee in the Dallas sunrise and sweet Texas air. 
My new friend of Ohio Blue Jackets blood,
History lessons abound, 
the hot Texas sun casts its steaming light upon us. 
Grandkids, Fathers, Mothers, Life's twists and turns.

Great cup of Coffee with my new friend Holly from Ohio.

Off to the flight,

Not yet.....DELAYED
DFW style with an EWR choke hold.  

Alan, Pharma-Manufacturer, comes in...
He parks next to me...
we realize as we look at the board we are both caught in the nightmare travel world of 
"not canceled",
"Only Delayed", 

65 Shaved head
clean southern drawl, 
Alan from Fort Worth. Stuck at DFW

We Grab a beer, we talk about kids, Grab another beer, Talk about our wives his ex...Grab the third and fourth beers, where I tell him I'm still which he states "Stay that way kid" 

Boarding time paid
Lonely travel avoided me on this business trip. Holly from Ohio with her long grey hair and Alan from Ft Worth, a happy southern man. 

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Shadows of Blood (My Secret Sin)

I've traveled this path
Suffering the consequences of my lords wrath
Yet I won't stumble
My passion to susceed I refuse to fumble
Squint my eyes to see through the battles of love
But all I see is my reflection in the shadows of blood
I'm thankful for this 
You have blessed and bestowed  on me 
The comfort and warmness that have grown on me 
And right before I rest my thoughts
"Our father which art in heaven"
I now know why your favorite number is seven
I hold my fists, my fingerprints, my palms
Only for a touch of passion from your thumb
Yes I'm the youngest born of nine children
The only curse born outside the walls of Kilborne
And exactly who is the chosen one
Could it be the only idiots barechested opposing a gun
Fame is something you, yourself adore
A place to smile, be happy 
With jagged and jaded thrills is something I'd die for 
I'm that raisen in bitter bread
That single sin 
That came from those that were innocently fed 
Mrs. Brown, you have killed my future
Everything I worked and hurt for
Even if I was a peasant, I couldn't beg for more
I'm curious to know
How do you sleep at night
Your only objective now is to feed the fight
Swallow this poisonous seed built from your guilt 
And lie bleeding in the night

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the ladder

                                           THE LADDER

everyone wants to climb the ladder
success is at the top
rewards await those who make the climb
Steady progress is all it takes

sacrifices along the way
no time for kids or  friends
working and working with a little luck
and soon you are at the top

the view from there is great to see
with perks and power to spare
then, one day, the climb is over
and the move back down has begun

the downward climb has a different feel
your thoughts are different now
you don't want to go all the way down
the Mercedes might have to go

you look for a place to step off now
where a comfort level lies
one important thing stands out to you
to be happy the rest of your life

you dont need the county clubs
four cars in the garage
just your family around to keep
with no traffic jams or conference calls

a nice warm bed to lay your head
three meals to keep you full
a quiet place to sit and swing
and a dog to pat on the head

the corporate world is now far away
I have all that I need right here
my love's brought me some cold iced tea
I will drink, take a nap and smile

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I am more aware than the average person
that your business revolves around giving everybody bad credit
even if you can afford the 900 dollar phone bills
for not using your phone
they will get their outrageous monies owed
or its bad credit for you

What an amazing way to bring down a whole society
i always thought it was an interesting weapon
considering the drug dealers using them
are the only ones able to afford such high bills

Con the youth to purchase one of your plans
a payment method that sounds doable
then your blown right out of the water
money you dont think you owe
well pay it or get bad credit for 7 years
what a bold weapon upon society you have
taking the nation down
almost single handedly

And your customers complain
gripe and groan
grin and bear it
but this has gone on too far
your cell phone scam is a weapon
and you are destroying people with your lies
everyother person in the world has bad credit because of you telus

how friendly is that?

i have yet to meet one person
that hasn't gone to buy your product
and then spend 7 years of their life with their bad credit trying to pay you off
Taking down a society by contracts
contracts where you lie
my bill should be 45 dollars a month
i'm lucky if im not paying 225

bad credit for 14 years telus
i know im just a number to you
but if you are soo friendly as you say you are
we are gonna get close my friend
I have soo many issues with your bogus company
you are a weapon telus
and you just destroy everyone in your path
7 years bad luck for signing up with your contract
then 7 more years after that
you have turned my entire life into a prison sentence
and there is no way out of it
no point in paying my bill
you would just lie about that

the money would get lost in the mail
or you would cut me off
If i had it my way
I'd go find the telephone pole i bought unknowingly
and cut it down and take it back

with bad credit you can't go anywhere
and it's really hard to find a place to rent
i was homeless because of a telus bill
so drop your friendliness act
i know an enemy when i encounter one
and i have no time for someone who call sthemselves a friend
and treats me like crap

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bright teeth morning

remember who, what, and how it happened
does it roll over and over
the scenario
in your mind of liquid
the fear of disaster 
because of the new beginning
and now 
what it all means
if it means anything
@ all
is the feeling of being alone
solo again
when eating
when dreaming

then this someone comes along

she seams all the previous 
if you allow
but it 's impossible
because you can't move on-
another woman
has your mind and soul
hooked like a marlin
on the opposite end 
of a pro-fisherman

so what happens from birth
to present
is the knowledge
that this is o.k.

this progression has existed for
many millenia

there will be times where,
after a point,
the pack mentality

running w/ the wolves 
makes sense
you're tired of being solo

you need the reaffirmation that you're
once in a while
while hanging w/ the dregs 
and the people that 
will accept you
for the dirtbag 
you truly are
until you come to the realization
that this new crew stinks worse
than any previous
going back home
and finding yourself ...

smiling into a hot pillow
counting the minutes
to expel the nonsense
just to wake w/ 
once again
and finally
moving forward

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Your Money's Worth

Where a bargain is not a play on words;
I grip the cart eager to seek discounted goods,
Beautifully arranged on tin shelves.

Smiles around every corner;
Down every aisle a satisfied person.
A deal on every item, leaving the store by the bagful.

A much needed change of pace;
Weaving up and down the unforgettable
Joy that is the dollar store.

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Canada Post

Dear Canada post
such difficulty you continue to have
to deliver any of my mail
7 paintings lost in the mail
and now 100 dollars i can't get back
from your bogus money order

Way to rob me blind all year

Pay extra money so it gets there
never gets there
keep the receipts
lose the receipts
i'm just a number to you

Can't track anything without your numbers
7 paintings gone
live and learn
lightning won't strike the same place twice
what are the odds
the money order never gets there
never returned

I'm not sure if you realise this mr mailman
I will never send anything with you again
may as well invite you into my house to steal my wallet
since you have soo many tricks of getting money and merchandise from me

congratulations Canada Post
you need to be assessed by the better business bureau
even when i show up with your stupid numbers
the package was already sent to undeliverable mail
and none of your employees would help me, too busy telling me what isn't their job
7 paintings canada post
thats a lot of art
100 dollars might not be much to you
but that sacrifice left me starving

Can't change you
just inform people the truth
you are crooked
and i will never send anything through your corrupt hands again

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Beauty Pressure

       Waking up in the morning, Knowing that if your hair isn't proper your going feel 
the sting.

 It shouldn't be this way but shallowness is what makes the world twist and 

Beautiful people get hired every day and we'll never know if it was because of 
their stunning ness or their portfolio.

 Honestly the first thing you do in the morning is check in the mirror. 

It's not because your shallow, you just want to make sure that you look good because you 
know that people talk and if they do it shouldn't be you that's ever mentioned. 

It hurts to hear whispers in the air and your name is being thrown every where and 
there's nothing you can do about it. 

Fix yourself up, even add a little make up to hide the things that even a magnifying 
glass couldn't see. 

You turn in the mirror in your most expensive high heel shoes, Your just going to the 
office but god knows the trip there is like a fashion show.

 Your just walking down your block but it feels like a run way, Girls can't help but 
check each other out it's just the principle female instinct.

 All this pressure to make yourself look good 20 dollars down the drain 
at the best salon to get your hair done and then it's sweated out in the hot summer sun.
What's the use you start to think, but you could never ever change... even if you 
decided to chop it all off you would still have to pay to keep it straight.

 You want to look like holly Barry that's a tough act to follow, she makes it look so 
easy and then you end up looking like some knock off.

 Are you from canal street some fake guy will 
ask? Because I could sworn I saw you your just another copy cat.

 Ouch that hurt you though as you kneeling down in the mirror trying your best to survive 
the sharks that are thirsty for blood. 

Tears pouring down your face and you cry until the morning.

 The tears have dried and your eyes are red, hair is puffy so you grab that comb and 
hurry the same routine. 

It's sad but it's true some say beauty should be natural but there's 
only few  who are natural bueaties.

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Size Matters

does it matter how big or small
dose it fit, does it have to be tall
good intentions and true aims might miss
but what are they compared to a kiss?
a good stern warning to be on time 
turns to arrogance after too much wine
how we feel now is only because of time
so what is it that i really emphasize?
it is that our time can be small or it can be wise
does it really matter when we say all?
how much of it can we touch
how much is enough?
is it someone or something
that can make us god or king?
what is it that has no size but then again
size matters for peace of mind
how much food or pleasure
how much can our wanting minds measure

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Lips Service

Forging through
 Destiny will befall a crimson head
 Wrapped in silver tongue
Slanted, the gift jury rigs
 A court appointment dusting
 Off today's wig
A jester posed as unsketched
 Captures an ear briefly
 Searching the discount rack

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Trying Of Your Faith

Many people today walk all over each other

Just to get to the top
Yet when they get their it's the top of what

Others take in pleasure from a certain existent vice

As if some creed that's caged animal that is in a tiny hole

While we wait in eager anticipation to reach our destination
The trying of our faith

Embraced in sullen laughter fixed in casual fear
For I had shed a single tear to numb its pain

With spoken words in sadness

Then faltering sadness gives way to ample gladness
The trying of your faith with certain grace

Through its quaint vibrant breeze that's sifted through the trees

In vibrant shallow expense
Filled in breeze in quaint isolation

A shadow lurks in its etched beckoning call
With hooks & loops supported after it all

A cause to reflect on faint hearted restitution 

The trying of your faith marked on its blotted page
Longing to recapture a torrent stream

With a flash on the screen of your life amidst
Painted faces abolished in its nearby stream 

Enchanted spaces filled up with myraid faces leaving traces

In the dire silence of its beckoning call
An impulse to touch the solemn exterior

The madness in caged fury resistance

To need a shoulder in which to cry on to lie against the fall
Stand tall from a papal vow to a torn rhetoric decorum intact

The trying of your faith works patience yet for some it can give them a heart attack?

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What is free about this market?
What is free in this market?
We are free only to see 
With no power to buy that we need.
Nothing is free in this free market
Except for hunger in poverty.

Workers are freely laid off 
Graduates chewing unemployment freely
Mortality rate from 70 freely flow to 52
Illness and deaths are handed over to us free
When are we going to free ourselves 
Off this free market?

Time to un –free ourselves from West’s market
And plan centrally our market for the
Millions not the Millionaires.

Alayande Stephen.T
30th, July, 2006

A thumb down for the market system.

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Misery, Inc.

Sticky sweet methane reactions
Dust the populace with disease
Live flesh embalmed in corruption
Synapses singed by chemicals

Revolving doors plot compliance
Lab rats approve their profit lies
Rubberstamping death's cruel intent
To ease the launch of product lines

Sickness hails the new production
Toxic journeymen script conceit
Pollution served in high demand
Cheery colors soothe all concern

Endgame agendas map our fate
Distracted by their snake oil pitch
Intent lost in pounding presses
Agony harvests grim consent

When converting matter to force
Substance nurtures without remorse
Bulging as we starve on our feet
While new orders chart vast deceit

Life insults the hegemony
Spirits infect the merchandise
Births disrupt their digestion plan
Since cold steel pumps their factory floor

Occult minions breed ignorance
With agendas tempered in fire
Boiling bones to divine power
Until the masses hit the floor

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I run my fingers across her hips
with my finger tips
I kiss her so slow
with the most sensual flow
We intwine
it's so devine
the hot air upon her skin
grabs her deep within
her toes curl
while I show her a new world
I bite her titts
throwing her body into
orgasmic fits
hold on a little longer I say
for when you cum
I am done
leaving her breathless and wanting more
but I am already walking out the door
leaving her puzzled lying
naked on the floor
as she heres the slamming
of her own bedroom door
I am your wet dream
I am your pleasurable scream
I am not your soulmate
I am not your fate
I know this is hard for you to take

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Dwindle__ Bait__Switch__Pork__Package__Swindle__

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Friendly future

i wont be calling anyone this christmas
ive already gotten used to the facts
my phone will be cut off again
like it has been for the past five years
I refuse to pay 900 dollars a month
for a service i didnt use
friendly future 
oh go marble your spoons

I won't be giving anyone a present
tired of putting myself out
I'm gonna need some extra cash
for when they cut my power
the fridge will rot all my food
I'll have to throw it out
friendly future
go eat pancakes with you porcupine

I wont be able to get my medicine
not like i can afford busfair anyway
placed in this position years ago
there is no way out of it
no point in trying
friendly future
oh go rooster the farmer
he's got a mess to clean up

Friendly future
first thing in the morning
suck down a bottle of syrup
because i cant afford groceries
work three jobs for free
as i try to pay of a ridiculous bill i shouldnt have owed
friendly future, no power, no phone, rotten food
friendly future
go marble your spoons

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Barton County Memorial Hospital

Brought about by a single idea,
to fill a great need to the people
and to honor those brave souls,
who gave all.

I have seen many faces come and go.
My soul consists of the people I have seen.
Many have come into this world 
and many have left through my doors.
I have been a place of great joy
and great sorrow.
Many ghosts have walked my halls.
Some are still here, wandering lost.

My face is soon to change,
but I'll remain the same.
A little family oriented place of care,
nestled away in the gently rolling hills,
in the heart of America.

dedicated to the wonderful caregivers,
patients, and families of our hospital.

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Super Hero

  I'm super, i'm a hero but inside i'm broken like pieces of lead. 
  I'm magic, I have super powers but at night they don't keep me warm.
  I'm safe from all danger but that doesn't mean that i'm not afraid.
  Danger comes when it wants and sometimes I can't reflect pain.
  Because when i'm just me and i'm not hiding behind some disguise 
  it really becomes real to me and i'm not a fictional Character. 
  And what happens then when i'm inviable again and people don't
  see me as hero material, will I miss it? Will I miss this thrill of
  people thinking that i'm invincible? They could always count on me to
  be there when they fell, but what about when I fell? Was I even allowed
  to not do well. Was I always expected to come when they called? Was I
  that predictable? Did my disguise fool people into thinking that I was 
  immortal and that I had no feelings? But I just saved a baby from a burning
  building how can I not have emotions? I always question myself, where should I
  go who will be my next victim. Why can't life just settle? Why can't I not
  exist at all as a super hero anymore? Why should I always be the one to save
  you? Can't you save yourself and leave me alone so I can be who I really want 
  and that's me myself and I. 

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Rude Beyond Belief

Rude Beyond Belief 
Rude Beyond Belief 
The boy was on his cell phone he had his one sided conversation going on hot 
and heavy he said some loud rude song in my ear mostly gone from rude all day 
long. The question was a surprise the driver told him quick just this time the time 
but not the whichever bus and then the driver stepped out of his thinking box he 
opened up his door surprising everyone “WHICH direction BOY?” The boy just 
could not let go of phone he just said that a way like a Cowboy may say the Driver 
was all man just looking to help someone the boy he was a mess not missing 
conversation on his rude and blessed cell phone. 
The Driver told him plainly I am the next bus going home the LAST bus the very 
one in the direction of downtown. The boy looked super surprised wiping the 
glaze out of his eyes Oh, he had surmised it He said this to the Driver “I am not 
even listening to you I am talking to someone on my Rude Cell Phone. The Driver 
was so sad as he hastened our departure as he closed the door eye heard them 
gears change position in his thinking “That  is what I get for helping someday eye 
will learn to only drive the bus and not opine to someone speaking on a Rude 
Cell Phone. 

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universal time

 Universal Time

trees stand as guards
somewhat staggered afar
every brown branch silent
near but not disturbed
somewhere large needle cones
passing through a tunnel

and someplace a calm lake
curling waves pounding shorelines
survived silence above paths
and uncovered tracks
i fall

branches rustle in the wind.


Copyright ©2006 Thomas G. Valle 



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The writer

Minutes turn to hours,
as the clock ticks onwards;
still the paper before me
remains crisp, white – untouched.

My right hand is now cramped,
from it’s gripping my pen
and the notation on my pad,
slowly bringing alive my thoughts.

Every scribe I write becomes structured,
I stop to think before every word;
look back over what I have written,
disjointed, yet I know it all.

A play on my script,
tweaking here and there.
Informing every thought I record,
bringing brilliance for my virgin page.

Words form sentences,
pictures are painted; a masterpiece of art,
breathing life to my work,
to be realized by many.

I transfer my scribe,
to my neat sheet waiting.
Ink flows smoothly, a pleasure to see.
Release washes relief over my tense form.

Midnight strikes, not long left now,
before I can lay my pen to rest
and bid ‘Goodnight’,
to another fulfilled and worthy day.

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These Meetings

My Esteemed Comrades,
Fellow devotees of the Sacred Process -
It feels as though I've never left,
             As though we've always been here
             Around a table
             Inside a room
                                        No windows     No doors

Our collective voice falls on my ears
With all the pleasantry
Of sheet metal being slowly torn apart.

We have moved with all the expedition
Of snails racing across arctic tundra mudflats.

Our work is as relevant
As the growth of our toenails.

Our decisions as meaningful
As Babylonian algebra.

Our goals as clear as anyone's could be,
Before their Thorazine wears off.

This has been as much fun for me
As licking salt with a papercut tongue.

                I've grown to love these meetings;
                They define my life.
                I even dream of them.
               They are my answer to the great Koan of the Void.

So when I die,
Fill my emptied veins with coffee black as space.
Call a meeting with Supreme Chair God,
To discuss the agenda of my DNA -
Record the Minutes of my life,
Weigh their worth against the sands of time,
Submit them for Review and Approval
To the Creation Committee
Before the universe implodes and the whole thing starts again -

Establish Rules of Order for the Ritual Dance,
The Alpha and Omega Circle of Proceedure,
For the Beginning of the End of the End of the Beginning
Of the 

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A Bridge

Strengthen your stakes
Lengthen your chords
On the right and left
Ascend, break forth
‘Bove sea to land
Stretch forth to it
Extend your reach
Get over it
Just like a bridge
To barren cities
Rejoice and sing
When inhabited
Enlarge your tent
Lengthen your chords
Strengthen your stakes
Ascend, break forth
‘Bove sea to land
Stretch forth to it
Just like a bridge
Get over it.

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          Talk to me, Don't you know your my everything. 
          I spend every waking moment with 
          you next to me. 

          I feel you and I heal with you, your what I do when I can't sleep at night.

          If there weren't room for you then I wouldn't know what to do your just apart   
          of me and sometimes when I feel weak I call on you. 

          I remember your words of wisdom and use them on paper to express how I

          It's real, it's right the way that it flows I need that feeling every night.

          Hold on tight for another wild crazy ride. 

          I'm good at doing you, your good at not controlling me. 

          Helping me to flow free in an unexpected way.

          You know all of my secrets before  I even know them.
          Sometimes you say dumb things and force me to erase you but when I really need
          you your always there for me.

          That's why when I finish a sentence it's perfect because you listen
          without judging me.
          All and all I want to be with you forever... your my passion and my love and if 
          I fell I know you would rescue me.

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Author Message 

Age : 53
Joined : 13 Jun 2007
Posts : 689

 Subject: BUSINESS TAKEN TIME UP   Today at 10:32      


Someone once said “Great men are made of time taken up by themselves” that 
man was CHARLAX the poet [{hint} { hint}] ewe may quotation mark me [OH wait] 
the vernacular is “Quote me” the alien that eye become is not sure of his 
sintaz??? Syntax of course business is just time taken up usually by the mee but 
sometimes by the ewe and when she is taking my time up from me it is the best 
present of holiday ever given to the mee most of my time is now given to the 
poetry and ewe and mee time taken up by the business is free no walls no bars 
holding mee until the end of life coming so fast the end gets nearer with each 
struggling breath relax gentle reader its poetry true nothing is wrong just making 
a rhyme and filling my time just for ewe just business taken time up 
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Lords and Masters

Those who know the power of being a servant
Would not desire to become their own lord,
And those who know the strength of becoming a master
Would not forget to serve their friends of servitude.

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Voodoo Economics

I turn on the TV
lay my head back
and watch an economist
presenting a business report
he sounds more like a wizard
casting a spell with magical names
like Hang Seng, NIKKEI
Dow and NASDAQ

in a mad induced trance
investors gamble their savings
chasing after an illusive dream
of rags to riches, riches to power
then abracadabra like voodoo magic
one company merges with another
forming a faceless conglomerate
with a strange Orwellian name

in a surrealist nightmare
of unrestrained power and greed
the wizards of alchemy work their magic
but quicksilver remedies and snake oil
cannot stop the suffering of millions
who are doomed to live in a world
ruled by the lingering forces
of voodoo economics

* Penned by
Scarecrow Joe

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   My lips tremble thinking about what you said last night.

   I close my eyes and dreamed of a place you couldn't make me cry.

   But your always in my dreams, Bitting, fighting to be seen.

   I don't want to see you, but you make it some how and torture me my soul cries at 
   night to survive.

   I didn't want this to be how it is. You made me laugh occassionally so that's what 
   love is?

   I cuddled, you screamed some how love is far away from what you said it was.

   I soaked in the bathtub for hours and still I can smell you on me.

   Don't you know how that feels crying I walked out on the porch.

   You made me feel so helpless and down and now that your gone I crave for your blood.

   I want you I need you, no one else beats me like you.

   But then again I guess i'm just addicted to lies and abuse you wanted me to like it 
   didn't you?

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Penny Pincher

If discovering
While exploring
Take the chance
To fill empty pockets
Walk to it and
Stoop down to
Place it between
Forefinger and thumb

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In a football pitch,
Where player defends each other,
Trying to win
And admit fouls,
A goal is everyone’s target.
In our daily practice,
Achievement is all success,
A person commits crime,
When he founds that
His opponent is strong
Or clever than him.
A person’s defeat is 
A person‘s effort.

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Your Boss

My world is spiraling out of control,
Out of control.

Grasp it tightly you say?
Grasp it and don’t let it go?
Remain strong, remain vigilant,
Remain on top?
I am trying, trying so hard,
Trying and fighting, 
Fighting and trying, 
To stay in control,

They make it so hard,
So hard to keep hold,
They push me, they pull me, 
They try to force me to remain,
To say nothing, 
To do nothing,
I know I can’t.

I must be strong to survive this game,
To play by the rules,
That I must inforce,
So hard this can be,
So hard it is now,
I fight them, 
They push me,
I fight them,
They pull me.

So many times I hear I am too young,
There is no age to what I do,
I am not too young,
You’re not too old,
It’s not how old you are,
It’s what you know,
I know this job,
I know this job better than life,
It’s what I breathe now, 
It’s what I live for most of the time.

Stop pushing me around,
Yes, I seem quiet,
Yes, I seem together,
Yes it seems nothing is bothering me,
But it is.

You are what’s making this harder than it has been, 
No you have not changed everything since you came,
No you have not fixed all the problems,
And if I am to find, that you’ve said anything else,
I will cut you out, 
I will make you stop, 
I will let you go.

No one likes to be ended by someone so young,
Then do as I ask,
Don’t tell me I’m wrong,
Don’t forget who I am,
I am 

Your boss.

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Toilers of the Dark

Topsy turvy lives,
we lead.
We rare ones,
a special breed,
not all can be.
Sunrise is sleep, 
mid-day slumber.
The moon, our luminary.
We awaken 
with lengthening shadows.
Hallway haunters are we.

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She cried 2

           She cried because her insides had been torn into two.

 She wanted it and she couldn't front that she didn't but it made her change in so many 

This time it would change her for the rest of her life. She regretted it for a second 
until it was over, You could see it on her face a look of pain and depression. 

Oh we know oh we know if we didn't we wouldn't be true friends.

 She didn't even eat, she stared at us and watched as we noticed the little signs that 
told us something was the matter. 

I could close my eyes and invision just what she was going to say, she wasn't the 
pure girl I once knew and I was even afraid to ask her about it.

 Got caught up in a moment in time and clothes came off and before it ended she was no 
longer a good girl.

 I smiled and laughed at her all together, proud and sad and shocked just like 
a mother. 

But what was inside I will never know will she be ok? Will she ever be 
whole again? I feel it and I know that she will be alright she has the support of a 
thousand soilders that will rap that blanket tight.

 But sometimes I wonder if it's ending soon we all lose it some day but why did it have 
to be now? Why did it have to be so soon?

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Show Time

Show up.
Show me
Show out

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For the Blondes 

It starts with the music. 
Then comes the rudeness. 
NOISE coming at me. 
Talking stuff, listening some, 
but speaking more. 
Lady; you have some mettalic creature 
stuck up to your ear. 
Eyeing it all day long, 
just to get the time and temperature. 
lips that should be my kiss, 
instead of paying some attention 
to your erratic driving. 

Charles Robert Hice 

Copyright ©2006 Charles Robert Hice 

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Poetry poem poetry places.

Poetry poem poetry places. 
The entry fee is correct the price is write. 
The powers that are behind this scene are very very nice. 
Unnoticed in the background of time and space go undetected 
By a third of the human race, poor people in the third world countries. 
The mark of Manhatten has  not invaded New Switzerland, 
Or certain of the bush tribes who dwell in Africa lands. 
The Place that eye describe to ewe is just upon the internet. 
A WEB SITE is all that is is how the lieberryinn has stated this. 
All eye can rally say to all the people making this. 
Merry Merry Christmas time and space to make this place 
A happy happy poem place. 

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It is the corner of the village with a tree

There is a man with stick and mat

He is calling and shouting for his bread

his profession is giving predictions  of his believers

My walk ends there to relax and

listens his call with a desire

He called and said a thing about the past

I stunned and and sit on his mat  for more

He visited my hand and examined

In a sweet rhythm started his says

few are true and  few may be false

I stunned ob his rhythmic voice and versions

He comes to the end and asked five rupees as charge

Then my searching begins to settle his money

A wordcomes as last form his mouth

that i will  be very soon caught by an incident


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There is something about eighteen wheelers,
For most of us can only wonder.
A trucker is respected to the up most,
From the east to west coast.
Oh demand to get to their destination,
Wist no hesation.
Only the strong will go the long haul,
They have no time to stall.
The endurance they have to keep on going,
In order to maintain what their hauling.
Keeping the peddle to the metal,
Across plains, bypasses, and meadows.
The sparkle you can see in their eyes,
Trucking is what they enjoy in their lives.
Meeting new people on the road,
While hauling that heavy load.
Oh what stories they have to tell,
And do it so very well.
For what I say, is what I have seen,
Becuase my husband is one of these.
A wife who knows the truth in their heart,
Someone that's been there from the start.
Never to tell how alone and scared I maybe,
Trucking is what they love and desire that's plain to see.
So for all those truckers out there,
Stay alert and aware.
Theres someone special waiting at home,
Calmly waiting by the phone.
Families who love and cares for all of you,
And ask the Lord to be with you too.