Sometimes stuff happens
Beyond your control
And trying to deal with it
Sure takes a toll.
You sacrifice time
And emotional stress,
While the outcome turns out
To be anyone’s guess.
Bureaucracy stops things
From happening fast
And often you find out
The die has been cast.
It’s still worth the effort
To spearhead a change,
Despite all the details
You must rearrange.
Still, some situations
You simply can’t fix,
For all your ideas
Someone’s ready to nix.
In the mere blink of a nightmare, I found myself rechained
and trapped where my peace of mind had once before
collapsed.
The die has been cast, an old challenge from the past, one
I thought long ago smashed, has incited another battle and
painfully thrashed my peace of mind like collateral damage
to aloofly leave behind.
It’s twenty-seven years later, and I’m altogether strength-wise
lesser for this matter. I’ve got mighty prayers but the sum-total
of tassels for the best in life have battered and frayed my energy.
It is retired and at rest, not lying in wait for another day or test.
Now, I’ve no choice but to fake it, declare it is just hiding and
there’s no abiding such when it's time for fighting.
I know I screamed denial, felt a heavy weight disintegrate all
to black. I remember holding him, sharing a crying jag while
watching my peace of mind pack.
My very heart, my special needs son, now full grown and still
at home, woke me in the night in a state of fright, “Mama, I
think I just had a seizure.” The next day came four more and
my peace of mind took its suitcase out the door.
Patterns of our past may or may not
reveal that the die has been cast.
However, such revelations may give
clues to the real you.
When navigating the path of our dreams,
we long to unravel and make sense of every
scene. We remember the visions we had seen.
While gazing into the rear, it becomes clear that indeed,
we strutted upon the stage of life and did our best
to execute our plans, but discovered that it is
The Lord who orders our steps.
Although sincere in our prior pursuits, upon such
discovery, we are pleased to learn who we really are
And what The Master Designer had in mind when He
Made us. It is then when we become really free,
Because we have seen the pattern that God made
For us.
We learn that we are not a builder but an architect,
Not an explorer but a producer, not a leader but an
Administrator, not a speaker but a writer. You have
Always had eyes, but now you see clearly.
Often that is when the drive to excel is altered.
Our ambitions are redefined. Our inward being is
inspired afresh and like a well-watered flower, we
are renewed and begin to blossom where we have
been properly planted, and thrive again.
Change what you did,
and I’ll change how I feel
You can’t change forever
denying what’s real
The fly’s in the ointment,
the die has been cast
This moment endemic
—predestined to last
(Dreamsleep: February, 2022)
The die has been cast,
The mold has been poured.
And the heart has been hardened.....
Just like before.
Everybody wants what they can get, (and nothing else)
And everybody has their way of getting it.
(With or without a pulse)
And hey there Joe?
Where you going? (with that gun in your hand)
Ain’t no other wAy outta here.
(The joker is just another man)
The years go by.
And the faces they change.
But the masks they wear, and the song they sang,
Still remained the same.
And the names have been changed,
To protect those in the game.
Don’t look into the eyes of the lie. (you might go blind)
Did you just come to play? (or did you come here to die)
Can you face the sound of the truth?
Or will you turn yourself around?
And walk, straight into the night.
Or do you dare to face your pain,
And be consumed by the light?
Or are you..
(Revved up) like a deuce?
Revved up like a deuce.
Revved up? (like a deuce)
Just Running... in the night.
I never knew I could ever miss,
What I’ve never ever had.
So bad.
Whenever a flag flies half-mast
It means that the die has been cast
Be that as it may
We all hope and pray
Our sentiments won't be surpassed
One of the best inscriptions, ”I Told You I Was Sick”
Another was “I Was Hoping For A Pyramid” I pooped a brick
Even in death humor lasts
When the die has been cast
“Once I wasn't, then I was, now I ain't again”, that one clicked
The Sixties
By: Tom Wright
3/11/98
In protest
"Hippies" burned our flag.
fashioning clothes
that some wore in drag.
Protesting a "Conflict"
they were not for.
Espousing a slogan
"Make Love Not War".
They gave peace signs
while "Grass" they smoked.
As young men died
they sunned and joked.
Draft cards
many saw fit to burn.
Then said in haste
to Canada we'll turn.
Now criminals
at this day and time.
But upon return
found there was no crime.
Seeing "Old Glory's" treatment
I became quite wroth.
For she's more to me
than Stars & Stripes on cloth.
Our Flag signifies
what America is about.
Always given due respect
when taken down or hung out.
Today, America,
is in deep moral decay.
While there is yet hope
to God, let us pray.
Today, from this carefree,
promiscuous generation.
Comes one Bill Clinton
attempting to lead our great Nation.
While America seems doomed
on Her steep downhill slide.
Pray that God, in His mercy
will once more turn the tide.
If truly for our Nation
the die has been cast.
In respect for what was
I'll fly "Old Glory" half mast.
The die has been cast
And what happens next is really not up to us
As we begin to fall like autumn leaves
Our hearts have begun to speak
And the dialogue between them is what we feel
Our destination is Nirvana far from the sun
A place where two souls meet and become one
To dance on the stars and never be apart
Well the deed is done and the die has been cast;
Take your last kick now, at any regime.
Night has finally almost come to its end,
Yet the sun will come with its own regrets.
Your pride, your fear, those chains that you wear,
All held you here for lifetimes too long.
I have arrived at the border of the soul-
Bloodied, weary, and travel torn.
Now we must go on no matter our ghastly shape
For this new work has only just begun.
I hope your words had no hint of surrender;
That they were as steady and firm as mine.
I was born into this war torn home
But you treat it like it is just a state of mind.
In dreams inspired i tried to just stay gone,
But this conflict between the body and the soul
Always brought me back to fight in their defense.
I may live outside of you,
But I also live within.
My heart beats out loud,
So far he can't hear
All i want is one wish upon a star,
To be there,
To be near.
To look in his eyes,
And know that he's mine,
Because i promise you
We've got nothing but time.
But life's not like that
So i'll shed a tear,
Watch as he leaves me,
My love,
My dear.
Now look to the star's
The die has been cast
He's not my future,
Only my past.
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