"Whose discernment is correct?!"
"They read but don't watch for Me,
So simple truth turns knotty:
Captives in a doctrinal fence,
Their interpretations lack sense,
Their expertise a mere pretense.
The truth originates with Me,
My illumination lets you see:
Your eyes see what I've planned,
Your ears obey My command,
Your mind will then understand.
My people will be purified,
My enemies will be petrified:
My plans - fully carried out,
Erudite prowess - a cop-out,
Dogma of men - a sellout.
The Scriptures are all about Me,
So seeking Me first sets you free:
The arbiter of truth is not man,
You must trust Me and My plan,
I will finish what I began.
My answer to you, 'Just watch Me!'"
As I drink from that strange fountain.
I’m going to give you a single clue.
And tell you where the treasure lies.
The whole treasure,
Could take hours to explain through the sparkles.
I have nothing except my mind which is like a microscope.
The sky is bugging me and made of dots.
Rotting logs shaped oddly.
I think the water around here is weird.
Unwieldy, wild, and howling.
The fireflies make sense.
Floating is a cop out.
It’s more like…
Water but also not.
Fluidity which is part of my steps.
I don’t have feet, just Them.
As I splash water everywhere.
The fountain turned off,
But I am the fountain, and I am the one.
Let me hand over the clue.
Paper which is,
Waterlogged.
As I spit out the water from that strange fountain.
I realize I might have a problem after all.
They turned off the fountain.
I’ll take a nap first.
Then try to figure out how to get my legs to work again.
Sunny smile, beanie baby
Drunk and fuzzy, oh so gone
Binge on uppers, feeling hazy
Won’t even answer your phone
When you take them you feel better
Like a bird or star, so free
If we cut open your center
There’ll be jewels for eyes to see
Milk turned sour, by the hour
Numbers stamped into your skin
Bloom and whither like a flower
Limbs in needles and in pins
Sucking on it like a candy
It stopped feeling like it’s fun
Some cheap , nothing too fancy
Makes all of your fingers numb
Choke a girl out, what a cop out
Cops on your ass, flying heels
Crawl back to him, ask for bailout
You don’t practice your ideals
You were youthful when you knew me
In our house you were the child
Now your body’s all mildewy
Didn’t know you’d go expired
What a cop out, for one
who always sleeps on their right side
To admit to ignoring the context,
the background and milieu,
which colors your decisions and choices,
and side you lean towards.
There is nothing implicit in bias ingrained,
and the norms and context,
in which you were born, learned and grew up,
that allow you to claim you're
asleep at the wheel, dozing lazily in blissful ignorance.
How can that possibly excuse you
from not learning about the other side,
not discovering how others may see, feel and think,
given their different background and pathway through life.
To claim you're unconscious when you decide, and bleat forth
is a conflict of interest,
with implicit, explicit, disinterest on show,
for all to see.
It's a cop out,
an excuse to be biased
irresponsibly.
Wake Up!
how aware of your guardian angel are you?
The woman looked fearfully at me.
you do know he is with you right now, right?
The second I said this, I knew it was the wrong thing to say.
She looked like she was going to run screaming down the street.
I am a sociology professor, and this was an experiment I lied.
“cop out!” her guardian angel said to me, in a mean way.
Never cop out
In order to solve a problem
one must think like a “cop”
One must go to that single donut hole
place in his gut and make a rational decision
Cop only to the human heart
Cop to the heart, body mind and soul in order
to find that through line ...
You know that a through line is also the happy medium ending place that which is absent of malice and forethought
Then "Cop" into this happy medium place where "Copping" really, really count
carbon dioxide
methane
political hot air
Greta alert
David alert
parochial apathy
fossil fuel
Indian blockade
dinosaurs cop out
16 November 2021
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To hear some tell it our country is going to pot
They say the way it used to be, we’ve all forgot
As for me, I cannot say it has changed that much
I make my freedom; perhaps I am out of touch.
The times I think change somewhat naturally
But I am still the product of who I am culturally
I believe in telling the truth, unpleasant as it is
Some want to listen to the “big lie,” big lie ‘tis.
Isn’t it time we learned the truth of our history
Unmasking all that is enshrouded in mystery
Learning to deal with the life we’ve been handed
Instead of a life by malcontents’ colors branded.
Everyone has a right to their own way of thinking
Declaring everyone “woke” as a cop-out is stinking
I am not the product of a particular political party
I am the product of a good mind—hale and hearty!
written July 30, 2021
A Simple Man
Plain, & To The Point
By: Miracle Man
4/13/2020
I’ve never been accused of too much sauce,
Whateer it takes, I get my thoughts across.
I will make said point without throwing shade,
only after words are carefully weighed.
Quite a few things cause me to be triggered,
and excess details oft leave me jiggered.
Patience is something I was born without,
but when facing problems I don’t cop out.
The path of life is criss-crossed
with many intersections:
A fork in the road forces you
to choose a diversion:
Ahead Left or
Ahead right.
A T-junction has a Stop Sign.
Look Right, Look Left,
No way forward,
Choose one or the other.
The U turn offers a way back
to unwind and retrace.
The Detour is a diversion,
a time-out for reflection.
The Slip Road offers a way
into, or out of, the rat race.
At a Cross Road there are three choices:
Left, Right, or then again:
Straight Ahead,
Steady as she goes.
The Overpass is a cop out,
dodging the Cross Road decision.
Total cop out ... criminal eyes
don’t ever confess
Grifter smiles will make a mark frown,
put smirks on politricking class clowns
Public trust,
it only grows less
Oh, from the top down,
the Elmer Gantry carnival tent
is crooked as they bum rush come
Gold coin theft renown ...
Every eye is on the take squint,
each time the cash register’s rung
Rotten roots staked in the ground,
silver spoils just laying all around
Crooked glasses
on the Pinocchio nose of Clark Kent
Bent knee masses
pray that Superman get the bail lent
Simple math ... take the borrowed sums
Skimmed milk money numbers —
sticky fingers are honey licking the gums
Stolen boo tax school hall monitor pass
open wide the home room Treasury vault door
Pyramid scheme tent coming down fast,
politricksters got hands out, trying to take more
Captain America won’t say where the cash went,
even tho’ he vig knows where the money got sent
It’s a Crying Man crisis situation,
things are crooked Nile as they come
Telly mutes speak lying divination,
Crocodile shut jaws gonna stay mum
The armed services think they're autonomous,
after 'Deepcut,' it may no longer be the case;
the man from MI6 paid Colonel Llewellyn a visit,
he informed him that a military court was irrelevant.
He said that the services were answerable to HM Government,
and could no longer abide by in-house decisions;
Colonel Llewellyn looked at the man from MI6,
'Do you have authority to make these comments?' He asked.
He was informed that he did, with a dry smile,
'Situations will be monitored, no initiation rites,
no bullying, no misplaced discipline, nothing like that,'
Colonel Llewellyn said, 'This is outrageous.'
'How do you intend to implement such proposals?'
MI6 said: 'I can assure you that there is no choice.'
I Hate Poetry
I really dislike poetry
certainly and honestly do
deliberate obscurantism
damn words, don't you know
whinging exultations
agonising extremes
low language of life
love and loss themes
free verse especially
a cop out I'd suspect
debility of mind
the dearth of intellect
why even bother
you depressive waste of time
we have all loved or lost
so cease your spurious crying
speak thee in happy note
flowers and flutter bys
warming sun on warming limbs
smiles and morning skies
Quote:
Single women are strong
And look out for all.
Quote:
Death is only another reason
To cop out on life
So live each day as though it’s your last.
Quote:
Life is about living
Tomorrow will take care of itself.
Quote:
Keep your eye on the Lord
Guard your heart
And everything will be all right.
Quote:
Mothers are to be treasured
Children are to be enjoyed
Trials are to be conquered
And family are precious.
Quote:
Words are like a weapon
If used in the wrong contexts.
Quote:
Men are like the weather
They are forever changing their minds.
Quote:
Friends are like diamonds
Rare and hard to find
So hold onto those you got.
rhyme
Cop-out: there is nothing new under the sun.
Do you mean ALL is already done?
A measured game plan, foresee
unlike fait accompli.
plea,
reason why
for this old repartee
Revelation’s guarantee,
believers are covered from Day One.
God’s knows! There IS nothing new under the sun.
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