by ego upstaged, soul’s light caged
we wandered earth like a lost ghost
fire of desire in our heart raged
for peace we wandered coast to coast
synced not to music of the spheres
by ego upstaged, soul’s light caged
we sought solace among our peers
mental battles ceaselessly waged
in the flow of time, body aged
we were but a dead man walking
by ego upstaged, soul’s light caged
stark haunting with dark fears stalking
shift to stillness made us stronger
heart sang, when from thoughts disengaged
choosing to suffer no longer
by ego upstaged, soul’s light caged
Said the TV’s weatherman,
a bright bloke on grey suit,
and with weeping eyeglasses,
“There’s probability of precipitation.
It’s going to rain from coast to coast.
Umbrellas, raincoats and rain boots
Are cheaper on Ebay.
Order from Amazon . . . galoshes and
calabashes...
It shall rain from Jerusalem to Jericho.
And no one shall be spared from the
sprinkles — be they Republicans
or Democrats.
Blonde or raven-haired.
So plan your wedding when a spell of
sunshine borrowed from Africa
falls on one and all, like the bright light
on the road to Tarsus.
Pray against a jealous tornado
which plans to disrupt graduation ceremonies
across wayward universities.
If you cannot pray, tweet.
Heaven also hearkens to tweets.
If you doubt it,
ask the birds
whom the Lord feeds".
"WOW; What a task!", I had replied unto mine Master.
He had bid me; "Name Me one good n' pure, of recent human alabaster!"
I searched to n' fro', coast to coast n' 'round th' globe...
Frantic'ly anxious I became, 'cause in these times I knew th' throes.
When; "ALAS!"...it came to me, so evidently clear...
"MASTER, O MASTER...HE WAS RIGHT SO, N' ME SO NEAR! AND EVEN NOW M'LORD; HE'S ON HIS WAY TO YOU...
...HIS NAME; 'JIMMY CARTER'...AND WE ALREADY KNOW, YOU LOVE N' CROWN HIM RIGHTEOUS TOO!!!"
('~A~')zaza
A.K.A. - Randall A Martin - '25
They call it social welfare
when it is for the poor
To help the ones who have grown old
or sick and have no cure
They scream they don’t want taxes
and the richest scream the most
But it is just a game of words
they spread from coast to coast
If it is for free lunches
for children in our schools
the rich say it is welfare and
they should seek-out other tools
But when the rich seek money
they found the perfect way
They change the word to subsidy
that is the game they play
They pay their corporate lawyers
to fill out all the forms
Eliminate their taxes
and continue corporate norms
They use the people’s taxes
to make their projects thrive
The subsidies from Uncle Sam
keep billionaires alive
May we be blessed to understand in ever corner of the world
from every mountaintop to every valley…
from every coast to coast…
kindness and love will always be
the two things we need the most.
I’ll be honest, I like living here.
Maybe it’s being born in the DMV;
Maybe it’s my grandfather,
who did 20 years in the military;
It could be my deep love of freedom,
knowing it’s okay to say ‘I’m pissed.’
It could be that l can speak openly
without fear of being killed for it;
It’s in my blood, I love it here.
Maybe Mad City’s in my DNA;
Maybe it’s my strong roots,
spread throughout the streets of D.C.
It could be that this is my home
and nothing else needs to be said;
From coast to coast I could wander,
but I’ll always find my way back;
There’s room to better this country,
true; but there’s nowhere I’d rather be;
Draped all over in red white and blue
I’ll be honest, I’m nothing if not patriotic;
I love living here.
Starman has VIP upgrades
so was able to see Glenn Hughes
after the concert
Starman asked Glenn
what is the secret to the universe
as to where Glenn replied
Music is the Healer
Can you solo for me?
How about Coast to Coast or Breathe
Glenn said okay and pulled out his acoustic
Let us sing together he gathered
And to that…
Starman and Glenn sang and sang
while Glenn played acoustic
and Starman played bongo drums
As if only for a moment
the universe found harmony and peace
and all was good
Then abruptly Starman said
I must go home
so he jumped into his starship
and left Glenn Hughes all alone
It’s okay though
Glenn grabbed his band and they played
Sail Away and Gettin Tighter
and once again
all was good
A strange disease is rolling coast to coast
and leaves its victims on their knees in fog.
The weaker mind feels the affliction most;
next, those with an affinity for grog.
Some say a brain worm fled the campaign trail;
some say that it arose from rotting meat.
The latter likely seems an old wives’ tale;
what’s true: synaptic clefts are incomplete.
Although causation’s not precisely known,
research identified a common thread.
The circuits in the retina are blown;
instead of orange, all are seeing red.
For those who trust their government and seek
a vax, one should be ready late next week.
To the social media managers, admins and for those of you who post,
Writers, editors, chaplains, parents and educators from coast to coast.
Our freedoms aren't granted by just one faith's might,
But by those who serve and have served for every American’s right.
They fought for the right to vote for the candidate of our choice,
For every American’s right, to have a voice.
No matter the color of their skin, their age or sexual preferences,
Atop each Vets headstone you’ll discover a variety of religious references.
From every religion, every spiritual path,
It’s our Soldiers who continue to face the aftermath.
Not just the Christian, the Hindu, the Jew,
The Muslim, the Buddhist, to name but a few.
Our military's color is not black, white, or tan,
It's the color of FREEDOM, our Vets the Sacrificial Clan.
It’s RACE that disconnected us, RELIGION that separated us,
POLITICS divided us, and our WEALTH has set us apart.
Please remember this truth as you post from afar,
Our unity's strength makes us who we are.
For the military's color is but ONE, it's clear,
It's the color of FREEDOM that we all hold dear.
Do you hear the drumbeat of my heart?
The thunder of a Star’s descendent?
I’m bound to the sound there is no evil;
Nature is both the left and right hand;
Do you hear the pounding deep inside?
My spirit runs with the seven in the sky;
Coast to coast through the mountains,
I honor every mile of wide open land;
Do you hear the ancestral cry roll
whenever the Earth needs a warrior?
Cherokee and Blackfoot within me,
the blood in my veins a native groove;
Do you hear the drumbeat of my heart?
The thunder of a Star’s descendent?
The conflict of the ages past
has come to a grim end at last.
Satan’s host in the final clash
with Christ, God’s Son, is burnt to ash.
Before the host received their due
they declared God was just and true.
His Son chose death to give them life,
They chose a life, of sin and strife.
The fire that destroyed Satan’s host,
cleansed the old earth from coast to coast.
It paved the way for God to make
a new earth in the old earth’s wake.
The earth restored, with Eden’s sod,
will host the New City of God.
The saved of earth, will in it dwell,
their praise to God, like waves would swell.
I think the thing I think of most
Is blood rare roast on buttered toast
I smile awhile mile after mile
I boast I eat it coast to coast
But now the thing I think of now
Is how I think I'm eating cow
Wary my diet should vary
Now I think I should eat more sow
In your life, goodness has its best role,
You made being great looks really very cool,
Your success is cherished even by all fools,
Your kindness is used as an effective tool.
.
You are more pleasant than being a dreamboat,
Your smartness is even deeper than a sugarcoat,
Your goodness flows easily from coast to coast,
In the ocean of wisdom, your intelligence floats.
Your affectionate smile, is soothing to many hearts,
Your compassion is beyond the fill of carts,
Your comeliness is yet to have any copycat,
Your goodness comes at the drop of hats.
May God's blessings always be in your life,
May your life be full of exciting laughs,
May your haters' efforts do a swan dive,
May you life be full of melodious jives.
Electricity is what we all need,
It empowers us all,
Fulfills our greed.
We've created it by using our brains,
Recreating natural miracles
to meet our gains.
Nuclear power has given us most
but terrified the masses from coast to coast.
Now we search for alternative ways to power us through our over consuming days.
We still look to nature to be the cure to give us more energy than ever before.
Will it be wind or will it be sea
that will supply us all, we shall see!
There's a journey that we all must take,
Where time and space are clearly fake.
When painful steps are trekked again,
While going back, as if only to begin.
The threshold crossed can't be seen by most,
As it borders imagination, from coast to coast.
This trail is carried by only memory to its map,
Since traveled rarely by others that avoid the trap.
So it becomes a solitary journey, being naked and alone,
Where you can see all the warning signs ...
and cast the first stone.
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