Never Give Up
Miracle Man
11/20/2024
Each person is given
an allotted time from birth,
We use this time, dubbed life,
trying to prove our worth.
Many will become famous
accomplishing great things,
While the disadvantaged
dreams of living like kings.
Many face daily laboring
in the days scorching heat,
Grubbing out an existence
without shoes on their feet.
While the affluent thinks daily
of a menu’s choice of meat,
The impoverished is questioning
whether or not they will eat.
Each person does the things
of which they’ve been made able,
While one dines like a king
the other, crumbs from his table.
But each is held responsible
for the things in their cup,
Many can no longer persevere
and just simply give up.
My Yin and my Yang are at odds with one another
I place the blame for my Oedipus Complex squarely on the shoulders of my mother
I cannot be held responsible for the mistakes I make each day
The flaws in my character are baked into my DNA.
Maslow's Hierarchy establishes priorities from which I cannot change
My interpretation of Rorschach's inkblots suggest I am deranged
I respond to certain stimuli much the same as Pavlov's dog
I hear voices from inside my head but cannot follow the dialogue.
Schrodinger's cat may be dead or alive, the same is true for my libido
Sigmund Frued would say that is because my Id is subservient to my Super-Ego
I am sorry but our time is up, according to the clock upon the wall
You integrated some of my personalities, but you did not get them all.
Hello. I think that you, like most people, have met me.
My name is Irresponsibility, and I live up to my name.
I will never forget "The Twinkies Defense" used by
Dan White's attorneys in the double murders of
Mayor Moscone and Harvey Milk in San Francisco.
Should I be held responsible for things I do when
under the influence of sugars or other consumables?
I will neither lie, cry, nor deny that I did the things
for which I am accused. Yes, I did them. But.
But I will never take responsibility for my actions.
I ran the stop sign, but I should not have to pay the fine.
He, her, them, or they? It's okay, but certainly not Me.
Yes, I pulled the trigger, but I did not make the gun.
The government needs better laws to stop gun makers.
Indeed, I concur and consent that this confession
is in essence a concession filled with 'Buts, Howevers,
Moreovers, and of course, Whatever'; but not a 'Period'.
Yes, I'm a thief and a cheat, but it is not my fault.
The devil, his demons, and all their friends made me do it.
It is therefore not my fault, and I will not take the BLAME.
If you understood my problems, you would never BLAME me .
IN SHORT, WE ARE HERE, NOT TO:
Pollute the air, water, and ground,
Abuse mankind or any life form,
Enrich and weaponize the few in
order to dominate the masses.
IN SHORT, WE ARE HERE BECAUSE:
God has a plan.
God has a purpose.
God has a process.
In spite of the failure
of Adam and Eve, God continues to implement
His Purpose. The authorization that was given to
Adam and Eve by God to TEND and to RULE the earth
did not change because of the sin of Adam and Eve.
We do not know to what extent we are responsible for
'What we do not know, but we are very responsible for
the things that we do know. We get only one life-span
to achieve the purposes assigned to us. We must therefore
tend and rule responsibly and well, fostering the best possible
existence in a fallen world, because we are being held responsible
for what we know of God's purpose for our lives.
God has well-equipped mankind for the task he commands. It is
only when we allow hate and greed to dominate our hearts and
minds that it becomes impossible to implement God's plans and
purposes. Such purposes are for our good, and God knows best.
The Memories You Make!
Time records a copy to form memories in your mind, only keep the ones you are willing to find.
Tender moments to sorrow and painful tears, everything you went through all of those years.
Some block out the dark ones that left many scars, others seek for the ones they wished upon the stars.
Wishes they made from their youthful years till now, believing they will still come true somehow.
Blissful memories that surround your soul, don’t forget the ones that made you complete and whole.
Think about your life before you wake, you are held responsible for “The Memories You Make”!
Copyright ©~SweetMelissa
A bluebottle’s tale.
Flies, dark a biblical curse flew, over Alexandria
darkened the sky and hummed hell´s song.
This was not butterflies, in a summer glade.
A bluebottle got to a small hole in the window
they were bringing profanity upon the world.
I looked into its intelligent eyes a soldier drafted
to bring wars and hunger to the world,
(No, not a locust plaque that for its own sake
headless exists.)
to make wars and split nations into many pieces.
God had fated humans should remove each other,
he had made the error given humanity free will
and refused to be held responsible for this fault.
Since we are at the foothill of doom
His will be done.
A new breed of mankind, with small brains and no imagination.
of a Zarathustra or Jung, to give us the idea that we deserved
a better way to find harmony and everlasting niceness.
Ever since world's creation
earth's reshaping is of note.
Climate-modified history records
begin about the nineteenth century.
Theories document data revealing
collective effect of change
influence climate patterns.
Paleoclimate ice age records show
solar fluctuations, volcanic strength.
Human-induced environmental threats
are minor in the big scheme
of climate change dynamics.
People should not be held responsible
for and cannot in a meaningful scope
deter circumstances of climate change.
Some say this process has to
be stopped. They also predict
dreadfully harmful outcomes to future
generations with no real suggestions
how to reverse or slow down climatic
events. Billions of dollars
have had no effect so far.
March 25, 2018
7-10 Contest By Emile Pinet
8th Place
A non rhythm, twenty two line blank verse poem with 190 Syllables and the following count -
7 7 10 10 10 7 7 10 10 10 7 7 10 10 10 7 7 10 10 10 7 7
broken poems
restless shapes
knowing this pass
teach'ers hallways
forbidden
my last
write
is
now
so long poets
with your dot
followings
mymicing
misery
here
i
am
pick me
last write
from misery
think they are
over sculpting me
freakish minds torment
inside butterfly fly cacoon fly
let the mother moth die
dusted to dust
my words
of
disgust
jealous freaks
search for complete
again teach'er pick me
why soul i want another half
i
am
an whole
one makes
you complete
when two combine they make one
completeness can be found within yourself
what part of me escapes never to be returned
after all is done only ourselves can be held responsible
for all the love we give and for the love we have taken away
?
just rambles
...
..
.
The intended was upended
by upshots unexpected.
Star burrts of ramifications
shot into the air
despite all efforts to stop them.
It was like trying to control
an armful of crazy cats
frightened by a dog.
Cries and scratches flew
as intended harmony
became unintended chaos,
with dire consequences en-trained.
It is so hard to predict
the hurt caused from
the backlash and bite backs
to quite innocent intentions
which tensioned the web of status quo
to breaking point.
How can the unintended originator
be held responsible when
the Unintended is a martyr,
a victim of their own making?
A silver shawl hangs heavy over the mountain
sky grey clouds shooting gun barrel smoke hiding sunlight
Looking out towards the ocean dreaming in wild north Atlantic waves
tides turn a little lamb suffering in the spring crouched cold
We all see visions of injustices flash before our eyes turn
for which no one is held responsible the standing joke of our century
So many people turn a blind eye as their souls have already been bought
children of this world have suffered at the hands of tyrant slave masters
Born free without chains attached what gives any race the God given right
killing innocent women and children destroying families unjust actions
Some of us on this planet are sick with an untrustworthy state of affairs
listening to what these monstrous brutes get away with
In the name of peace not twisted truths building bridges instead of walls
who ever sells arms are terrorists against the living
Democracy has no grounds only love the suffering because
behind the mask many in this world condemn us
Branded from birth marked as slaves unto a system each of us a number
piercing bullets flash before the eyes redemption knowing whats true
I can not be held responsible
for what happens with the company's
people start
four out of five small company's fail
granted I believe that creating work
for others is the most important act
creating work to overcome poverty
but company's will fail
granted what I'd like to see
is a world where people cared
but we do know that people steal
I can't control, how other people
act in life
Chapter 9: Portaging Older Dams
Eleven Minnesota dams we had to portage
All without clear use for folks today
But as the Mississippi is a ‘navigable’ river.
Owners are required by law to transport boats
Around these artificial barriers to ‘commerce’
And ‘social intercourse’ (like our canoe.)
This can make the dam owners hard to find!
Most of these dams backed up water only
For short distances, historic nuisances today,
Maintained only now to prevent further damage
To the altered ecosystem they themselves created,
A rare incidence of business being held responsible.
Or a clever ruse to avoid the real clean up costs?
It’s hard to trust that anyone alive is not ‘Me! Me! Me!’
But the owner’s of the dam with the three mile
Impassible boulder field below it won our praise.
A pickup was sent with two strong men
Who picked up the canoe gear and all,
Slipped it into the back, and tied it down.
Within an hour we were back in the water,
Paddling downstream with the current.
Brian Johnston
October 28, 2014
Poetry was my passion
A passion I never denied myself
Myself I held responsible
Responsible for all the pain
The pain that I always felt
Felt my work was useless
Useless for others to read
Reading it could only bring
Bring shame and laughter
Laughter it did bring when
When I was fortunate
Fortunate to join the soup
Soup became my force
Force through which flowed
Flowed words and rhymes
Rhymes from the heart
Heartfelt thanks to all my friends
Friends who always supported
Supported and encouraged
Encouraged to enter this New Year
New Year with cheer and joy
Where's my mommy? Where'd daddy go?
Older sister says she's nobody's daughter.
Loveless lament as I realize I never had parents.
In our lives, no arch angels or saving souls were sent.
I hold my sister as in pretense she tells us no harm was ever meant.
But sociopath mother and murderer father must be held responsible.
Forever gone in a loveless void, their sins are irreconcilable!
As the strangers take us away from the past I look towards the shining sun.
And I yearn to forget my mother's blood and my father's smile as he guiltlessly grasped
his gun.
They've destroyed themselves and left behind a distraught daughter and solemn son.