Like pool hall hustlers, they gathered at night.
Some twinkled dimly, some shone bright.
I could only stand and stare.
I'll make a punk sing "Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star",
said a shimmering blowhard way up thar,
only to be outdone by a shooting star,
but the sun wasn't anywhere.
Or, so, to me, it did not seem
until Big Sol shot a beam
that bounced off of the moon above,
then off a blue-green orb's dark sea,
into four open eyes that did not see,
reflecting from me to you, you to me,
as we fell in the hole of love.
Hustlers
Written: by Miracle Man
8/6/2019
There are those in our path who take great pride,
And trying to hustle others, is their full time job.
They won’t work full time when they can get a free ride,
What they can’t beg or borrow, they’ll steal or rob.
Sometimes we’re caught up in a feel good day,
And occurrences at the time aren’t so besetting.
Or we’re lacking fortitude to turn some one away,
They take this as synonymous with our forgetting.
But without accountability, we feel mistreated,
Because they took advantage of our good heart.
But until such day that our time is depleted,
A kind talk from God’s word we try to impart.
With a load of worries on your shoulders
You dolefully trudge on your path of life,
Evading any ditches or stray boulders
Craving for a life free of stress and strife;
But then someone cuts right in front of you
and shoves his faith in your face and his views
And wouldn't leave you be even on cue,
Sadly the pestering just continues.
Ha, since before the beginning of time
Many seers and prophets have come and gone,
Yet mankind has kept with the sins and crime—
Why not leave religion and God alone?
That’s when I just go mad as a hornet
And feel like gutting them with a hatchet!
"Mad as a hornet" contest by John lawless
A hustlers pray I pray that my family will still have a place to lay
their haeds down, every day and night I pray abouy this.Hustlrs pray I pray that'll be food on
the tabel.Hustlers pray I pray to become strong in my mind and in my spirt. No one or any
budy can break my hustlers' spirt. Hustlers pray every day and night is like choosing to do
this. The reason why is because I need to make sure that my family is fed every day and
time. Hustlers' pray I pray that 1 day I'll have the courage to stop hustling like I said 1 day
this will happen for good.
"They Live", for now , but not forever.
In vain, these hustlers cruise the land,
as they use others to build
their glass houses upon the sand.
Copyright McCuen 2009
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