If the stars could talk
They'll whisper in silence
Nothing but truth
Telling
we can't see or reach
Giving leverage
Awakening our potentials.
If the stars could talk
They'll say you can light up the world
No matter who or what you are
Either big or small
Teaching us not to settle for less but the best.
If the stars could talk
They'll say you can go from zero to hundred
And from hundred to zero
Dedication and determination
Are the keys for maintaining positions.
If the stars could talk
They'll say nothing bloom all year
Even the sun goes at night
Sometimes our spark fades
When we step into brighter light
That's why the stars always shines at night
Never at dawn, maybe in another galaxy.
Time cannot lessen the joy from fun and family vacations
that ended in September for a new year of education.
At each age, September meant I would get pretty new clothes.
I would shop with Mama who had me try them on and pose.
I liked school's first day until high school fueled a need to preen.
September’s meanings ended when I graduated at seventeen.
To God..Through Jesus, by the Holy Spirit
Next to 'other Christians' so the world might;
Be healed.'
If I tell you what you want to hear
Will you actually listen
Or silently cajole yourself
That you have converted another.
If I tell you things you do not want to hear
Will you dismiss them
Without giving them any thought
Deny them the possibility of truth
If I listen to what you tell me
And question the efficacy of its truth
Will you dismiss me as a fool
Or engage me in lively debate
Or have your values calcified
Been stilled by an arctic wind
Blowing cold across a frozen face
Unable to smile at its own contempt
An ant on a hallucinogen
thought he had the strength of fifty men,
so, the little arthropod mighty-might
challenged me to a fair fight.
Let that be a warning, crazy kids, to you,
lest you wind up on the bottom of a shoe.
.
'tiz
where you'd
put'em
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When I recalled my college days
spent mainly in a drunken haze
Invariably I’d wonder why
job posts read ~ ‘Degree required’
Reading is good and easy
As is loving a pet
Without a noisy jet
Or even Picking a ripe tomato
Deciding what to read
That is what’s hard
As are waiting for the first tomatoes
And avoiding the eye of the wind
Sometimes something seems hard
But is really very easy
Including reading learning
And reading as well!
Dice the ice and break the chain,
Shatter the silence and unmask the pain.
Frozen systems guard the throne,
But truth is fire, it melts the ice that turn stone.
Dice the ice of greed and lies,
Cut through the veil that blinds our eyes.
The people’s voice, a storm untamed,
Shall melt the frost of those unnamed.
Dice the ice of fear and doubt,
Tear the old order inside out.
No tyrant’s rule can last for long,
When masses rise, their will is strong.
Dice the ice for to justice flow,
From frozen rivers as new seeds grow.
The dawn is near, the night shall cease,
A nation freed shall find her peace.
Without a head
There is no rudder
Worth turning,
And this is the age of headlessness.
Not so much from the guillotine
As from lobotomies
By schools and doctors, TV and social media,
Started when young from outside
But ultimately internalized
Into self-lobotomization.
This is the path of maturation today
Growing up to do what is required
To further the Greater Good
No need to even pretend to keep your head down
And eyes averted
When you have no head.
(9/11/25)
*Kindred Spirits*
I am often labeled as possessing "special" needs, and while there lies a kernel of truth within that phrase, the needs which burn brightest in my core are no different than yours, dear friend. Just as you crave acceptance, I ache for it too; a longing that colors every sunrise and sunset I witness in this grand tapestry called life.
Like you, I dream of companionship forged through laughter and shared confidences, bonds that render the weight of solitude obsolete. And just as knowledge illuminates the path ahead for anyone brave enough to pursue it, I yearn for chances to learn and grow, to fill the wellspring of my mind with wisdom gained through experience and discovery.
In classrooms filled with desks of various sizes, I sit, eager to absorb lessons tailored to nurture my unique potential. Though some tasks prove elusive, my spirit remains undeterred, for I understand that progress is not measured solely by speed, but by the indelible steps we take towards becoming the best versions of ourselves.
Heard some twaddle ten days ago? some TWOTS with microphones giving it a go.'
Got some SCAZNA waddling in the hills.' 'Johns' Questioning the locals..By order of the shills.' I think there are snipers ? I wonder
Are there some, who gunned down our Koalas; 800 was it the sum.? Geez what a heap of trouble from twenty twenty on.'
Where has my 'easy going homeland gone?' Hey why not give the hunters shovels and picks? so they can dig the final grave
For vic-pol.. Away up there in the sticks.'
There is a man that I am aware of, who delights
In our 'old blood and guts' he says he'll fly that
Flag forever.!!! Now some may well think him nuts.'
Yet he quotes about lines of lin-iage and of an
Australian commonwealth law, of treaty called
For and ratified in Versallies 'is this all for sure?' He
Speaks of God king and country, of indissolluble
Rights.? And that we have a freedom to bear arms (indeed to fight) in our countrys protection, for our own lives..And those of familiy and friends ( now are we all kings in our country? If this is right lets get on the mend)
Is this what he is 'speaking today?' Is he right and
Sincere.? Should we lend him our ears.? Are there
Gems in the claims he portrays? Should we all raise (the duster) that is also called the 'blood and guts' that has seen us often to victory.' Is that
All it takes as such.? What if a tbousand law savvy? 'i am talking now credible folk' gave him some room, and consultation? To try his claims now.' To see.' will this all hold up? for there may well be truth in the bloke.?
(G)etting taller, larger, or smarter
(R)eady to change things up
(O)pening up to new and different ideals
(W)anting to have more personal control
(I)nterested in deeper understanding
(N)oticing people in need
(G)iving without expecting something in return
(U)ndertaking more personal responsibilities
(P)articipating in activities with purpose
The whole idea of a ‘leisure class’
is not as distant as it seems
when students prep for life with courses
~ like ‘Meditation and Recurring Dreams’
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