The way to go
Most people would prefer to die in their own bed
Clean sheets, warm blanket and a soft pillow for their head
Some people might like to go reading a good book
Maybe in their favorite chair in some quiet nook
There are those that might want suicide
Because long suffering pain they can't abide
Many death row prisoners await the deed
That might get their rotten souls freed
When it come to my end and I have a choice
The way that I have chosen would make me rejoice
Off a bloody saddle I'd like to slide
From my favorite mount in stride
By Mike Francis
A man went in Wal-mart and committed suicide.
The poor people who saw this must be traumatized.
Suicide is wrong but it's even worse to do it in a public place.
He probably did it because he had problems that he couldn't face.
I wish that man hadn't committed suicide.
He wanted a lot of people to watch as he died.
The reason why that man shot himself is unknown.
But those people wouldn't be traumatized if he had done it when he was alone.
(This is a true story that happened in Morristown, Tennessee.)
I know a man who was both awesome and swell.
This genius was named Alexander Graham Bell.
Because of him, we can talk to people who live in different states and overseas.
His invention is important to you and it's important to me.
Because of his genius, we can talk to other people even if we live alone.
Without this great person, nobody would have cellphones.
He was born in 1847 and he died in 1922.
When I say that he was awesome, it is true.
(DEDICATED TO ALEXANDER GRAHAM BELL WHO INVENTED THE TELEPHONE.)
In the worst of times people lose their faith,
spewing words of hate through frustrations,
Turning to crimes of passion,
killing decent individuals for insignificant
reasons, or committig acts of treason,
The presure is not an excuse to set demons loose,
The heinous acts herald that the world is in despair,
and people in power need to show that they care,
Families are being fragmented by senseles acts,
Police Forces are being disseminated by officials'
pacts,
The criminals are roaming free causing all sorts
of melees,
The downtrodden are running a muck,
Citizens are clingin to survival in the midst of chaos,
Yet, who can they trust?
when their lives have become an open season for
ammunition,
Killing Sprees have gone from a rarity to everyday
occurrences,
The lack of hope has sent a society spiraling into
a deep, dark abyss......
Silently it stalks. Searching endlessly for those who ignore all warning, living like there's no
tomorrow. Shamelessly, it passes these people and slowly drags them down. Feeding on
their ever growing weakness, it grows stronger and quickly spits away days of the future.
Each day being a hopeless fight for survival. These people soon let go, becoming yet another
victim of the unstoppable killer of today.
I have this noose around my neck because I stole a horse.
After you hang me, you won't even feel remorse.
You asked if I have anything to say so I'm saying it.
This is an evil law and you're evil for obeying it.
Lots of people are gathered around and they're cheering.
You people are all horrible, I can't believe what I'm hearing.
I should be scared but I'm too angry to feel fright.
You're going to kill me and you know it isn't right.
Those were my last words, I have nothing else to say.
Except that you'll face God's wrath on Judgement day.
(This fictional poem takes place in the 19th century.)
A stream drowned those in a limousine
Artificial light lit the floating obscene
Cheap people with rich ideals
Water way to go down the Hollwood hills
The ambulance was too late
And suffered similar fate
Caring people with floating pills
Water way to go down the Hollywood hills
And a news crew came to cover the scene
Floating bodies made them faint and they sunk to the stream
Insensitive people with sensationalist wills
Water way to go down the Hollywood hills
As the Clock keeps Ticking away
Ticking away without Delay
The People are Going in such a Hurry
Going so fast what is their Worry
As the Clock keeps Ticking away
and the Children continue to play
They are so Happy and so Carefree
Without any Worries they way it should be
As the Clock keeps Ticking away
Ticking ever so Loudly to my Dismay
Oh the people, if only they knew what to Fear
If only they knew Grave Danger is near
And at the Final Hour the people turn to the Clock
Suddenly....It Stops
Death is slithering around you,
Taking us slowly one at a time,
He smiles and laughs at us few,
As he walks around in his grime,
He thinks we do not know,
There are few of us that do,
His presence he shall show,
To those who have no clue,
He loves the taste of blood,
And screws with our lives for fun,
When the people throw him in the mud,
From that day on no people shall he shun.
Why do people daringly walk the path of destruction?
They see pleanty get devour on that path,
Yet those individuals obey folly's instruction.
Do they gave thought to the aftermath?
I think they need a genuine eye bath.
These people are warned on time to reverse.
Cause, when Grimm Reaper arrive to ravage souls, will he converse?
I know it's HUMAN NATURE for people to talk
If they could have lived just ONE DAY IN YOUR LIFE
they may have seen the real MAN IN THE MIRROR
No matter how OFF THE WALL the public got,
I never heard you say BEAT IT or LEAVE ME ALONE
It had to be BAD to REMEMBER THE TIME when,
you were judged for being DANGEROUS to your child
HISTORY, you don't LET IT GET YOU DOWN
MAYBE TOMORROW people will see that you were,
WORKING DAY AND NIGHT to HEAL THE WORLD
Although I'M IN A STATE OF SHOCK, I'LL BE THERE
to bid you adieu, WE CAN NEVER SAY GOOD-BY.
Stop crucifying the truth
How many times will you try to conquer this truth,
born to a people who are held to a truce,
of a lie?
Compromises and deceptions are running wild,
uncovering truth but no where to hide,
Now you must abide.
With a bridle in your mouth and with compromise holding tight,
you must fight, for truth to be saved
or die to the grave
Real truth is on the manifest,
put me to the test.
I will stand with my sword in my hand
and truth will rise again
Truth reveals your past, present, and destiny,
can you see the reality?
Stop crucifying the truth; with your hair, colors, nails, clothes
and most of with the words you pose.
Reveal your self through truth
and don’t turn away,
the creator is watching, listening and taking note,
of a people who has the truth,
but wear a fake coat.
Stop crucifying the truth
Conformed, complacent, criticized, clueless
and don’t realize,
your demise
Truth is life
and you must fight
all the lies insight
Until truth prevail
from this dark ass hell,
of reality
Truth (the messiah)
will rise again
and become a friend
Today is Martin Luthor King Junior's birthday; a day that we celebrate.
Without his influence, Barack Obama probably wouldn't be the President of the United States.
He wanted black people to have equal rights.
He didn't cower in the face of this fight.
He knew that some people are consumed by hate.
Sadly one of those people took his life in 1968.
Martin Luther King Junior died for what he believed in.
People shouldn't be prejudice because of the color of skin.
Waiting in line
Everyone’s waiting in line
We are waiting to die
We don’t know the order
Or the speed
In which it proceeds
We don’t know when or how
Just that it will come
Some people live through life
Hoping death wont come
But knowing he wants everything done
Before it arrives
Some people wish it would come faster
Waiting each day in the line
Not caring what he leaves unfinished
Who he leaves behind
Some people just let it flow
Not looking toward the future
Just dealing with the present
Forgetting the past
The line moves on
Where do you stand?
(DEDICATED TO JERRY REED WHO DIED SEPTEMBER 1, 2008.)
He starred in the Smokey and the bandit films and in the Waterboy as well.
When it came to acting and singing, this man excelled.
It was plain to see that he was a country boy.
He's dead now but he brought people lots of joy.
He made millions of people laugh and now he's making them cry.
When it comes to such a great man, it's hard to say goodbye.
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