Seeing you makes me wonder,
How your life's been doing over.
I hope you're getting better,
In everything, you'll be greater
You're happy that's good,
You seemed to be in a great mood.
It's like the warmth of the firewood,
On that part I understood.
In the future don't be scared,
Always be ready and be prepared.
So that in problems you won't be ensnared,
From having a harsh outcome, you'll be spared.
Always take care of your health,
As it is considered as wealth.
Sickness is good at stealth,
Make one wrong move, and it can make you melt.
Avoid people who are chaotic,
Most of them are liars and dramatic.
It's ironic,
That you draw those who're problematic.
Enjoy your day,
Always be okay.
In sadness don't stay,
In problems find a way.
Keep smiling,
Avoid overthinking.
Push forward on the path you're taking,
Be successful and achieve everything.
Focus on self-improvement,
Strive for your achievement.
Make sure to use your talent,
Be like stars as they're eminent.
Something seems amiss,
yard creatures abound today
demanding and fighting over seed and food.
The usual half dozen squirrels
have doubled up,
unfamiliar birds have come.
Each more determined and persistent
than the residents
the familiar furry faces of the seasons.
Aggressiveness is rampant
and the regulars, more timid
are pushed off to the sidelines.
They wait patiently
in hidden places of refuge
the holly and the full leaved brush.
The cold falls heavy on the leaves
that crunch beneath
fast, quick, tiny feet.
The parade goes on constant on the move
for an hour or more
and then suddenly, mid morning -
all is quiet
only a few remain behind,
the clean up crew.
Like scavengers
they prevail
retaking their place and residence in the yard.
You stood there in the empty room
with sadness on your face
a memory of years gone by
lay silent in its place
A house you’d built
with your own hands;
no longer yours to own
against your will, abandoning
this place you once called home
The old wood floors were splintered now
and flagstones on the hearth
seemed to whisper "take us too
don’t leave us in the dark!”
A tired broom leaned wearily
against the fireplace
and wind that moaned so eerily
blew through without a trace
It rattled soft the dingy glass
within the windowpane
and seemed to call
“this house will fall to eminent domain”
May the beneficent and infinitely omnipotent
Name of Jesus Christ the Son of God
Eternally impute blessings lofty and abundant
Upon the blessed memory and legacy so bold,
Of my beloved dad, revered and eminent,
Reverend Samson Singi who when seventy years old
Was called to be with his Master still humble and repentant!
The numerous dirty-white mounds
Of snow that lined the narrow street
Stood like fortified embankments;
Each varying in height and width
Depending on the autos size.
Each space of eminent domain
Was illegally claimed either
By dozens of plastic lawn chairs,
Trash cans, anything to obstruct
Entry into this reserved spot.
I wonder if the yellow snow
I see dotting a few places
Is from a neighborhood canine
Or from a property owner?
Eminent domain
The money is all dried up like the grass on the side of the road
I said the money's all dried up like the grass on the side of the road
feels like dragging a heavy load
accross the the earth spinning out of control
run by people that have no soul
aint know doctor gonna kill my pain
feels like our world is gonna burst into flames
my God how I wish it would rain
no work today
soon I'll have no place to stay
because I can't even rent this cheap
their gonna put me out on the street
my wife my kids and me
and I can't wait until my God claims
eminent domain
my God how I wish it would rain
is anybody else feeling my pain
I guess this is what happens
when you charge poor people usury
and all of our lenders are guilty
now how do you like the penalty
stiffen your neck and your gonna find
that this is only the beginning
now all the tax moneys thrown out and wasted
and I'm out on the street stone cold and naked
think your heaven wont be my pain
now the money all dried up like the grass on the side of the road
my how God I wish it would rain
let the humble receive their rights
eminent domain
eminent domain
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