What, Me Worry
(17 Percent Approval)
Miracle Man
January 2024
A world criminal element
has stolen our way of living.
Our hearts have empty spaces
God placed there for forgiving.
Massive protest is the chosen way
of enacting wanted change.
Like desk papers we see our lives
in a state of disarrange.
Political decisions are not made
for the good of one and all.
They can’t agree on the season
one says spring, the other fall.
Nearing The End
Written: by Miracle Man
September 2, 2021
The world today,
experiences rapid change.
Climate change, has the world
in complete disarrange.
God has a calendar,
and prophecy gives us clues.
We’ve danced to the music,
time to pay our dues?
Is our house in order
for His soon return?
Read the signs of the time,
and avoid the burn.
Playing The Part Of A Victim
Written: by Miracle Man
3/1/2021
Once time is expended man cannot change,
attempting to alter history won’t take it away.
Many take to the streets seeking to disarrange,
but does the past warrant reparations today?
Today, life’s a stage where everyone is an actor,
and large numbers are playing the part of a victim.
Going through life searching for a benefactor,
hoping it comes through some judge’s dictum.
An investment in Kindness can make a huge impact
generosity brings a lifetime return on investment.
Tom
Adapting To Change
Written: by Miracle Man
January 18, 2021
God gave man ability to adapt to change,
It's the only thing in life that's never ending.
We're often suffering through times of disarrange,
while fighting change, instead of yielding or bending.
From inception man begins his march toward death,
encountering and adapting to change each day.
Up until the time of coming his final breath,
survivors adapt to the change that comes their way.
Teaching Your Children About God
“Prayer is less about changing the world
than it is about changing ourselves”
David J. Wolfe
SONNET FOR A FRIENDLY TAX MAN
Once more the seasons turn to time for change
The sun adjusts to lower its trajectory
The fates have cause once more to disarrange
Emotions and confer an elan-ectomy
As many have observed two things are certain
Although we may resist a near demise
One sure contingency will raise a curtain
On that other threat to slowly jeopardise
With smile like crocodile and salutation
He writes ‘It’s been so long! Please get in touch’
Our ‘friend’ would really welcome our collation
Of generous donations to his clutch
Will Hell be desolate with fire that burns
Or eternity of endless tax returns
If I could hold only you know
Still as the night when you cried alone
Solitary as the day you sat on that stone
And still be your king without a throne
If I could only recover love unknown
If I could hold only you now
If I could see only you now
Knocking on my door once again
Singing with me through sunshine and rain
Kneeling with me amidst the sugarcane
If memory did not make it more vain
If I could see only you now
All I believe have turned to dust
Cocoon and butterflies change and change
Time moves forward on life's backward range
Sorrow is a heart broken and strange
How love our world can so disarrange
All I believe have turned to dust
We long in wind and rain have learned nothing still
Not what we know, but what we believe we are
And nothing like is told by seers or star
Expectations make the truth strange as far
While we pine like a surf to cross the bar
We long in wind and rain have learned nothing still
If I could hold you now
Once again beside the lime tree still
And undo the errors of our will
Keep the world with jasmines fill
If I could you again over the hill
If I could hold you now
Sitting on my porch
I hear a ruffling scraping sound
It's from the direction of the river
Near the greened arable grounds
I head for my truck
In search of this noise so strange
As I turn on it's spotlights
Is my mind in disarrange
For before me crawls
It's like a sea of black
Choking, suffocating
All life in lack
In full speed reverse
I exit the field
My spotlights again capture
This black tide yield
As I head into town
To warn of this black spread
It's as if, it knows where I am going
As if, my mind it has read
The full moon shines down
As it beams on this dread
This black attack
Ebony like threads
I am too sensitive to which I strive to disarrange
I need the love of others and I crave it in exchange
Just when I feel that I am there much to my dismay
there again I'm wondering what they conceive and say
Many hours I sit inside myself and my thoughts do stink
there are things I need to do and I can't afford to sink
I attempt to word things right but they seem to come out wrong
this impoverished mindset has to cease it's been taking way too long
I'm digging deep inside myself to find out where this came
I perceive the answer but it's difficult for me to place such blame
I'm a product of neglect that stems from childhood this is true
still I accept she didn't guide my hand to do the things I do
God I pray to you now to insist me to forgive
to invoke these people so they realize there is a another way to live
Solutions
to all the solutions
filling our mind
with resolution
let go of harmony
rise and fill that void
of people so annoyed
and toying the questions of our concentration
of points of origins
organs that cant be changed
disarrange from our own reality
x runs the spot
filled with pentagonal anomalies
started from all these prophecies
contacted from degrees of genetic trees
build and it shall be broken
the people arise in a prism of colorful incantation
left outside for the enterprise
of mass revolution
filled with concentration of hats of republicans
born from reptiles with eyes slanted in such manner
set aside in a thermo nuclear age
destroy all the weapons
leaving only solutions to pollution and all retribution
our mind is lost in a world filled with techno
idealistical spiraling to decimation
of our destiny to see the anology of faces
Written tonuhalan/4/4/06/Tues.
This seedling's disarrange, nearing at fence
wanting to grow under, to condense,
is oft my own heart's wondering's expense,
a sorrow, deep inside from loving hence.
And if some joy would borrow, show nonsense
then try to climb or furrow, cause offense.
I ask forgiveness' marrow, strength to cleanse
my foolishness in Thee - this detriment.
And thank thee, for thy stalwart implement -
the knowing of thy loving heart's presence!