Peace has a rebrand
a mogul makeover
on bloodstained sand
where the loyal line up
for the real estate god
to turn over profit
and a people into sod.
Farmer Wade is going around, and raising morale, is what i've found, with the
Billboard battalion; strong on the ground.'
All Aussie warriors, may-be you know? How they Astound '
Some of 'our heros' who want to go.'
And they will do it right, will not be baited.)
I let all know.! And stand in solidarity, I guess its fated.?
A land of hero's each one i treasure.'
Thats not debated, Standing to count, the traitors and foe's
Agressors.' All blessings, i bless you' in unity; to victory go! into brigades form may your numbers
Rise..' I salute you all you men and women
Keep tight keep active, and plan for a winning. And no surprise.!
Do this now..' be swift; be calm, be focused.' One of the last rights you,
We all have is to choose, whether we
Want to die ' if the WHO get this cdc
Bill through.? Using your senators you
Will no longer hold that right, communisam, has entered..By the side
Gate, you either clean house now or
Loose the Nation.' Be strong and unite.!
Jazz on a billboard,
a flash of notes,
Urgent beats, syncopation, improvisation,
and impromptu solos but why jazz on a billboard?
What’s the hap’s on that?
Man, what is the impact of the word jazz on a billboard anyway?
Syncopation is alive,
solos breaking free,
and a temporary show,
but is jazz here to stay?
Does a billboard for Jazz tell us about all the arranging, playing, composing
finding a paying gig, radio spins, music reviews,
band members quitting to get out of the jazz life?
Cars whiz by, faces turned,
who cares about the sound of jazz anyway
The tenor horn says
"Listen up, Listen here
Jazz is everywhere,
and like nowhere to be found
So, dig this
Every jazz note,
every gig, every miss,
and every jazz player who lives jazz behind
Jazz shapes your life with a heartbreaking rhythm.
So, here’s to the journey,
to hip beats and downbeats
Jazz is life on a billboard,
is hip for some passers-by to see
to feel, to groove, to feel where you're at
To come alive, jazz is for real
and that's my dance in life
Stuff I don’t deserve
As I swerve through this life
A reflection in time
Jesus is the One
Who takes me to my prime
My life has been a billboard of mercy
God the Father flows and
Shows the love filtering from His Heart
Stuff I don’t deserve but
He allows me to swerve through this life
My life is a billboard of mercy
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I have always thought if I stayed in my lane
If I angered no one
If I used a soft voice
If I hid the real me
I would not be maimed or murdered.
Be unassuming, my mind said.
Above all else, do not show the real you.
Then I saw a billboard that said this:
“The world needs who you were meant to be.”
I transformed myself from rabbit without voice to a dragon.
My thoughts and feelings thundered down on people.
Within a few months I went from passive to aggressive.
Not understanding yet the effectiveness of being assertive.
A highway billboard reads:
If you died today
would you be ready for hell?
My parents died,
I feel a distant sorrow
that grows tighter
like a vine as the years pass.
My dog dies, I shed real tears;
a sour sap pools in my gut.
Five thousand souls perish
somewhere far away -
nothing.
I suspect heaven is a tattoo
over this world’s blemishes.
Maybe Hell is just a place
for the petty and predictable -
as commonplace
as a pimple or an itch.
Maybe we just don't notice
the big sadness all around us
just the small irrelevancies.
I drive on-by fast
like I always do,
trying not to think
of my old cold heart.
billboard sign
winks at me
eat here now
temptation
hungry bear
buffet line
plate piled high
ten pounds plus
waistband stretch
billboard sign
winks at me
eat here now
temptation
hungry bear
buffet line
plate piled high
ten pounds plus
waistband stretch
The billboard on the highway
Had no product there to sell
But asked a question: Will you go
To Heaven or to Hell?
Below, there was a number
You could call or you could text
So you could get an answer as to
Where you’re going next.
I wonder just how many
Will give in and make that call,
Though hopefully the truth would be
Nobody after all.
Yet I suspect there are some souls
Both gullible and rash
Who would, for that information,
Part with lots of hard-earned cash.
A highway billboard reads:
“If you died today
would you be ready for hell?”
My parents die,
I feel a distant sorrow
that grows tighter
like a vine in my dreams.
My dog dies, I shed real tears;
willow-sap pools in my gut.
Five thousand souls perish
somewhere far away -
nothing.
I suspect heaven is a tattoo
over this world’s blemishes.
Hell? Maybe it’s just a place
for the petty and predictable -
as commonplace
as a pimple or an itch.
Just before the sun rises
and just after it sets
The sky's majesty bursts forth
Rapture's carnival in jets
of brilliant bold colors
so rich and so deep
clinging to Heaven's billboard
ere they give way to Time's sweep
Picture a man's hooha on a billboard downtown
Ladies would be late, spill coffee on their gowns
With their mouths all agape
Their makeup in bad shape
Those ad boys sure know how to clown around
Every human being a is bill board
On each on the roadside of life
Devils advertise vices attractively
Angels teach virtues with humility
Skeptics deny everything outright
God records responses quietly
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