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Now, seriously, folks
we're taking it a bit too far
to call Elon Musk's
vehicles "Swasticars".
The brand-new Tesla SS
could be the fastest, fascist car, I guess,
and I know that what he says is spurious,
but that's no reason to make him fuhrerious.
With his advisors, he should've had a conference,
as he clearly did nazi the consequence
and the total, utter shock
of a serious drop in Tesla stock.
I know his stiff-arm gesture is in dispute,
but it was just an "innocent Roman salute".
Clearly, things have gotten really bizarre,
so let's stop deriding the Naz...
the guy who makes Swasticars.
An energetic wedge of blue cranes doing mating dances
entered into Little Bear’s dream state without warning
Are they my totem? My spiritual advisors? My power animals?
He believed in such things, being Navaho.
He asked the revered shaman for advice
The crane will bring you luck and fortune
You will succeed where others have failed.
Keep him; he will teach you to prioritize.
The blue crane specifically will bring you peace.
Teach you to meditate, and be mindful.
You will better listen to the universe.
She is always speaking.
Little Bear had always been cheerful,
But this dream uplifted his heart.
Made him incredibly joyful.
He was a changed brave.
A Poem for POTUS Trump
By Franklin Price
10/15/2017
This is a poem for POTUS Trump.
It's not a Whitehouse leak.
If you want to make us great again,
You should think before you speak.
As the leader of this country,
Somone's always after you,
The media, the democrats,
And most in your party too.
Congress doesn't care for you
They know you'll make them work,
To do the job, for which elected,
And stop the graft, which is their perk.
You're not the normal president
Ass kissing's not your style
Diplomacy's not kissing ass
You should try it for awhile
If what you think sounds foolish
In the the creases of your brain
Have advisors punch your ticket
Before you climb aboard the train
Before leaving every whistle stop
Top off the water and the wood
Check that the track is functional
And the engine's running good
Don't be the foolish engineer
That takes the curves too fast
For the US. is the train you drive
If you wreck, it may not last
Don't let yourself be de-railed
By the swamp around the train
Drive with care, the train you've chosen
And make our nation great again
(*This piece may have a limited audience - but don’t ALL my pieces??*)
Some of the best advice from my Fro-Co (seniors who volunteer as freshman advisors):
If you’re stuck in your room (due to the pandemic) open the windows.
Exercise every day - outside if you can (pandemic).
YOU, ain’t ALL THAT. Get used to it - maybe you were hot-crap in high school - but not HERE. You got a 1590 SAT and a 34 ACT score?
Congratulations, you’re one of the average students.
Never, ever, EVER miss a class (as a freshmen).
Visualize your morning the night before and GET UP EARLY.
Time management - TIME MANAGEMENT - TIME MANAGEMENT
Complete assignments as soon as you can.
You’re going to have 4 to 6 hours of homework every night - STUDY
Procrastination will kill you - STUDY
Go to events - be social - but leave early. “Popularity” isn’t important here - this isn’t high school.
Don’t expect to meet besties right away.
Don’t go to frat parties alone.
Hookup culture can be toxic.
Don’t date seniors - just don’t.
Never get a razor cut, your ends will split.
In this land of endless sorrow
There's a time they call tomorrow
But it seems tomorrow won't begin
Surrounded by a faceless crowd
Talking fast and laughing loud
Really makes the sadness settle in
Advisors come from every street
Feeding those, who chose not eat
Talking at you, like you must have sinned
Maybe one day they'll discover
What you longed for, is your lover
All else is just Tears on The Wind
The day will come ,that you may see
A different way that things could be
And you will find the strength to start again
She will come from undercover
Appearing as your youthful lover
Once again your face will sport a grin
And although you think it's late
You know She's your soul mate
All else, is just Tears on The Wind
"Pack the chairs,no souls will be entertained here",
Politics is stealing the future of scholars,
The faith is rather picking blemishes from religious pillars,
Can't make it plain to them of my changed mind,
Grew up along the coast,
Education wasn't a key boast,
Chasing money and abiding to words from our illiterate parents,
"Hey,...if you refuse to go fishing,no food for you today",fear really got itself filled us with adherents,
The punishment comes always with fatality,
What is known to be risky,we see it to be easy,
Trained with marshal laws,...and it's the powerful canes form masters in the halls,
Privileged men went ahead to acquire knowledge,because they had all it carried,
Knew what is meant by a treasure buried,
Fought tediously to overthrow the whiteman ruling over their integrity,
When nothing was induced much into us,eyes were opened to plenty,
Disappeared from home to where no man ever had an idea about,
Saved by a richman but lonely hunter mouse ,
Impacted into me in-depth understanding,
Showed me the realities of life;formal education without a payment,
"God bless his hidden soul",
Returned after so many years,
"Life is now precious and exerting greatness of me,
Society wasn't able to exercise recognition of who I am,
But yet still,I found my childhood friends fighting for success with grey hair",he noted well,
Expression on their faces proves their lost in the middle of nowhere,
Hailing his superiority among them,he was appointed as the chief advisors brain,
So many opportunities he gained,
His life was a breakthrough to the land he was born to cater,
He is a refined gold within a polluted water,
Inculcated intelligence into his fellow people scoop,
Few took it wholeheartedly;they had eyes for pride so they've made it in a bloom,
Politics practically went about chewing the learned knowledge as strict,
Coping with internal and external institutions,he raised a fine district,
But,his heart never desired for a truth;
What were deceptions to uproot?
Helmet of glory,
Passion for God plays the background of his officialdom,
Only blink of eyes taking a yawn,religion stole his referendum.
Dear Lord, we pray for Your guidance in this election year.
May those we choose for office uphold the values we hold dear.
We've heard so many grand schemes, some difficult to perceive.
Father, we hardly know which of the candidates to believe.
We ask for discernment as we approach that sacred booth.
May electees put national interest above self and speak the truth.
May only honorable people represent the citizens they serve,
And with insightful vision our precious liberties preserve.
When facing tough decisions, may they seek counsel with You,
Praying for perception and wisdom in all that they do.
May they ever strive for peace and brotherhood among all nations,
Keeping in mind that their deeds will affect future generations.
We pray that our legislators will cast all bickering aside,
And that a spirit of goodwill and reason will truly abide.
May leaders surround themselves with advisors true and sage,
That they may reason together in this very demanding age.
When facing matters of principle, may they take a moral stand.
May they always look to You and heed your guiding Hand.
Help them to recognize that Divine guidance should never be ignored
As the Psalmist said, "Blessed is the nation whose God is the Lord!"
The mists of time,
they once more dissipate,
we return to mighty Alahsar,
come, my Lords and Ladies,
come. on golden wings,
Alahsar,
the golden beauty of dreams,
it does await us in its wonder.
The mists now clear,
we now see great glory,
in its golden splendour,
the dream called Alahsar dows stand,
as you may remember,
there was great revelry within,
a night of celebration did sing,
it was rivalled by no other.
Hearken to my words,
the song shall now go on,
The revelry sings in the streets,
great joy is singing,
there was joy and merriment,
in great abundance,
every soldier, not on duty,
they were within a dwelling.
They were not alone,
much mead was flowing,
their joy was abundantly clear,
they now had their play,
primal passion was the dance,
on the first level,
to primal passion,
these warriors put their strength.
Upward, on level two,
the streets full of revellers,
couples dancing,
men showing their prowess, in games of strength,
such fun and frivolity,
the storm above, in its full glory,
A cheer goes up, cries carried aloft,
"The Dark Man comes."
There is much shaking of hands,
many hugs of friendship,
tonight, the people were one,
there were no petty feuds.
The Tigress, now arriving on level four,
her eyes gaze upward,
men, women and children play around her.
Now, voices are raised in songs of victory,
how sweet is the sound,
songs that would fill the warrior's heart with pride,
songs sung of a far antiquity,
also, of course,
songs sung of the golden king's exploits.
Songs of praise, ringing in the ears,
to the greatness of dream's mighty jewel,
songs that heap golden praise,
upon the majesty of the golden king,
loud and proud, voices hang in the air,
Alahsar, the golden jewel, alive with golden song.
now, for one moment,
our thoughts leave the merriment,
this was a troubled time for the golden king,
darkness did threaten the golden kingdom,
Only the golden king and his advisors knew this.
The golden king,
who, this night,
would drink the cup of celebration,
tomorrow, he may drink the dregs of sorrow's cup,
before an untimely end,
enough for the 'morrow my Lords and Ladies,
we look to the night of celebration,
let Alahsar praise the Dark Man,
let Alahsar praise all those he led to victory.
To Be Continued..........
I am being told to let go
By almost everyone I know
Release, let it out, let it be
Plunge into passivity
While I howl to bitter beauty
My bruises bloom a thorny tree
Guarding roses of agony
My pain is mine, it belongs to me
This torment is my blood, it breathes
with every breath, it beats with my heartbeats
Within my tears, it weeps
It shrieks, uncoiled, beneath my skin
Where the sin of suffering begins
It is my fertile fury, my hellish choir
My savage soul, my cathartic fire
It is large and lush and livid
Conquering and vivid
It is too precious, too valuable, to trade away or wallow
in trinkets, or flimsy platitudes, or empty cliches, or hollow
promises of unfulfilling fortresses to follow
Their learned words I dare spurn
For to recover, I must burn
So I will keep this, for I know its worth,
even if their unsolicited, unwarranted, intrusive,
Questioning and questionable, inconclusive
Unadvised advisors do not grant it girth
It is in my pain I find
What I wish most
Where rage of kindness blinds
My grieving ghosts.
5/20/18
Moon magic lights my way to say what I want to say
Inspires hope, truth, and joy every single day.
To talk to God, and Jesus, high above.
To thank them for my life, and love.
Self confident, thanks to the power of the pure and divine,
I have had the best life, and it has truly been mine.
My mistakes were all my own, kicking and screaming.
Straightened out by my spiritual advisors when I was dreaming.
Moon beam joy, star light love,
Let me show reverence and respect to those high above
Let me be grateful and share your sheer joy
With children on earth, each girl and each boy
We all see the same sun, sky, and moon
All around the world, we each inspire to croon
Wanting peace, and finding goodness in each other
From Father in sky, and terrific Earth mother.
Lift our humanity up, show us clearly what to do
To follow your will, to follow you and Jesus too.
Help us to eliminate the hatred which is insanity.
Help us find perfect peace and lift up humanity.