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We Thought It Would Go Even Higher

Big oil has its hands in our pocket
Pump prices rose like a rocket
It was just a ruse
Designed to confuse  
The voters who vote with their wallet  

Inflation to voters does smell
And affects what comes from a well
Now prices can drop
Since our vote didn’t stop
Long-term funding for Exxon and Shell


Author's Note: Isn't it funny how inflation picks up before an election, when we know it has long-term origins? I can't say it's an oil conspiracy, but when I was in the state of Washington at a small-town celebration this summer, one of the booths had a guy asking me what I thought of paying so much for gas. Of course he had no plan to fix the situation...just using inflation to get votes for his political party (the one in bed with big oil). While the election was not as great as big oil had wanted, they still have wealth flowing for now--even though their plastics and fuels are destroying the world. They could have faired better if they won the senate and got more conservative judges in place, so they're already working on 2024.

Was Scared About How He Faired

found out how he faired
in a way which made him scared
still his soul was spared

what i want to stress
must be sure that style of dress
always will impress

for beer had a thirst
then ended up being cursed
another beer nursed

had been big battle
what would we do with chattel
herd up like cattle

we shall plant each seed
grow food so that we can feed
those who are in need

amount has increased
we were hungry like a beast
on food we will feast

The Life of Why-Me

They tell me I’m living the life of Riley 
a float flowing freely with the tide and breeze
They envy my empty whilst I think why me
I’d advise not to buy if this life were free 

flow without effort while the rest live up high 
what good’s a boat when life’s lived in the sky
this isn’t well suited I’m rooted can't fly
nothing to give or lose just live then die

Living uncared 
never go anywhere
if I’m better faired 
your view must have a glare

Getting lost in deluded dreams
not included in social scenes
the grass around me shines pure green 
because I’m all this grass has seen

I’m not living the life of Riley 
It’s an illusion you can’t see
This is the life of why me
I’m what you don’t want to be

Hands of Time

If I could turn back the hands of time 
and once again have ago
I’d make decisions declined 
fight pain and look to grow

I could avoid this very path
with its destination unknown 
but maybe the new way I draft
would be within its zone

I could with knowledge be a trendsetter 
in an attempt to get far away
but on a path I’d know no better 
each minute each step I take

What I know of now won’t happen 
so I’d be unprepared 
as I wander an unknown mapping 
I guess no better faired 

Could I save friendships 
avoid the heartache 
or experience new splits 
more pain that I take

If I go back I could change the route 
but maybe not events
I’d have regrets I can’t remove 
imperfections I can’t prevent

No wish to turn back hands of time
to correct that what bothers 
I’d rather enjoy blessings of mine
and look for new with others

If I could go back 
it would be only to relive
keeping the imperfect act
I’m thankful life did give

Happiness Or Bust

Is anybody truly happy?
Or, do they merely settle for content?
How is happiness even measured?
What does it's presence represent?
I spent the day silently walking
looking at displays of happiness.
I couldn't tell who was balking,
or who had the most over less.
I feel guilty when I'm quiet.
I get quieter every season.
Others think I'm dejected.
I'm relieved over self treason.
I thought I had an idea.
What it was to be the man.
I grew older and broken.
My truth had a different plan.
I fought and I struggled.
I didn't want to be the guy who quit.
I gritted my teeth as I knuckled.
My mind was rift. I had to split.
I'm proud but I am scared.
I'm calmer but feel unprepared.
What if I've erred
when god comes to see how I've faired?
I'm stepping out blindly.
I'm happy though my face betrays.
I'm just lost without a map.
But these have been the brightest days.
I'm coming for you happiness
An intangible flavor to savor.
I'll find you because I have less.
Freedom has proven my saviour.

-Angel Fatale-

Barking Up the Wrong Tree

My Mix-Breed "Extra Fluffy" 
happy as can be
Entered in the "Dog-Gone" trials
Just one of eighty-three

Some as big as horses 
some as long as trains
Some so smart they spoke to you
You'd think they had our brains

The judges they were different though
The scoring one two three
For each performing act they did
they all received a "three"

Pretty soon they narrowed it down
then narrowed it down some more
Some dogs were none too happy now
they didn't even score

Terriers didn't stand a chance
Dalmatians faired the same
When a pure bred Poodle took the gold
the Shepherd went insane

How could they do this to these dogs?
was it cause they aren't the same
The judges? Mostly poodle breeds
you think they were to blame?.....

With God's Great Power

With God's Great Power

Should sympathy poem I start writing
That other poets may find delighting
Try not looking like being in a lion's den
Wanting never to lose and always win.

If you overlook my greatness and goodness
Many important points you may miss
Maybe to me always will seem the best
But trivial to you never passing your test.

Now matter how we did or may have faired
Must in every effort try to remain prepared
With positives everyone start to shower
All you can find with God's great power.

James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran

Love Gets Me Going

For my love most days through the drain
For my greatest touch that gave me gain
I shall create, give and save the rain
The master of life that kept me in train.

This much I sing for the journey I faired
For my life to girdle the norm and virtued
   It’s not the perished upward deed
   It’s the cherishing upward need……..

For life shall always be by love
  And love shall always be life
Found on the humble and honest dove
Treasured by those, like dove, for life.



Written 2006 
Just the young thoughts of the young mind

Let Love Kill Me

Once before... never enough
Just once more... to let love kill me
Layered to never once be tough
How did I ever become to be?

So much feelings... so much nothing
The world we share today
Too much reality... Too much everything
This world... what can I say?

I change only to move along
What I want is not for the world to see
I never have had a place to feel belong
Because in my world, I can only be

This world we share
We share differences
Living to indefinitely compare
Because its only moments till last you’ll remember sacrifices

Time to be the judge of us all
How would you have faired?
A comparison yet again to befall
Let love kill me once more I dare

Who Will Dance

WHO WILL DANCE
 All of my life
I have been searching 
As i swim across the great river
Of a faired and tinted Negros 
In all corners of the cardinal

Over and over, my heart beat
Unto my bone that lies in the valley of bones 
Every eyes seem to open and close 
But this one tends to open widely 
Many bones i have picked along the way 
in a search for my lost ribs

Gallantly with good gesticulation
 my mouth talks like a parrot 
Even deep into the nerve senses
no one was found to dance to the beat of my 
heart
and all of my eyed eyes tends to close in the 
twilight.
In searching and researching 
My legs is set to search
For as many repeated times 
Until i find the one that must dance 
To the beat of my heart...

To My Dear and Caring Lover

aah we are such a pair
who ever faired

i am your mistress
and your's is my husband's mistress

between us four
our love has scored

but you my lover
are my security cover

the one i truely love
till then we are at peace as dove's

Contemplations

If I were to write a poem, what should it say? Should it be a dabbling 
of abstract thoughts, a fantasy, a tragedy, a meandering? Should it 
come from my imagination, a charade, an abstract of image, a delusion,
a fabrication? Should it not come from life experiences, lessons learned, 
a guide line, a compass, an anecdote?
The wisdom gained from our experiences in life is the most precious 
of all.
The love, loss, pleasure, pain, sacrifice, struggle, happiness, despair, 
grief, sadness and sorrow are our teachers if we are wise and our
spirit and heart open to receive the knowledge. It is of more
value than diamonds, emeralds, or any other thing of temporal
value. It is a truth, a spring clear and purifying, a well of 
experience, a song in our spirit, a familiar voice. It is a gift, 
a companion, a lesson to teach us humility, a measuring rod showing
us how we have faired compared to our fellow man. It is wings to
lift us up, to open our minds, to compel us to have empathy,
sympathy, to give and help our fellow man. It is love unbound, a
stream overflowing with kindness, compassion, desire to make 
ourselves better and shine so others see the way clearly.

What Is the Mission?

Always been judgemental,
Needing right now to relax,
Strip me back to elemental,
I’m coming straight out of K-pax.

Never been one to follow the mainstream,
Finding it hard to be spoon fed,
A light in my chest I intend to have full beam,
Body and soul climb out the marital bed.

Feeling like i’ve wandered to help this earth, 
I became stuck, stagnated, despaired,
Each day we move closer to re-birth, 
when we reach the other side we’ll see how I faired.

What They See

I wonder what they see...
When they look down at me...
I wonder do they know I feel...
That my emptiness is real.

I wonder if when I die...
Will the tears be real that they cry..?
I wonder if they know I cared...
I trampled my own heart better they faired.

I wonder if they knew the beatings 
were so they would have a dad...
Or that I loved them even when I got mad...
I wonder if they know I prayed...
As lifelessly my body laid.

I wonder if they will listen as the doctors say...
We had to keep her confidentiality to her dyeing day...
I wonder if they know I lived for them out of love...
I wonder if they'll realize I see those that live with god above...
He holds my hand when seizures come and take hold...
Afraid to die knowing to them, they felt I was oh so cold.

A Strange Member...

Welcome...strange member...
I see the days have faired...well...
You have nothing to worry...
I myself have past into membership also...
Strange indeed...so many...have crossed...
I see that you are from the provinces...
Must feel good to not to have so much baggage...
This crossing for me is my last...
For another is to take my place...
My the memberships have changed so much...
New faces...old olds never have I seen so many...
Like friends...you are in good hands...
So you to are on your last crossing...
Where are you heading too...the unknown...
I have saved up to do the same...
A little travel...see what's happening...
Maybe see who is who...
Like you...a distance is looked at in time...
So my time is just starting...
Have a nice trip...strange member

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