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"Honesty is the first chapter in the book of wisdom". Thomas Jefferson
When I was very young, regardless of society's philosophy,
Our parents taught us that HONESTY was the best policy.
Seems to me, that true HONESTY gives birth to inner liberty.
Seems to me, presently, impression goes farther than ability.
Genuineness is fading, and hypocrisy is hiding transparency.
Seems to me, presently, one's craft reveals less creativity.
Seems to me, presently, an age of falsity and dishonesty.
When truth permeates the soul, it will release HONESTY.
Seems to me that pride and blind ambition ends in futility.
Intellectual HONESTY is the 'high ground' of true integrity.
The lack of common sense, trust, and unity is a travesty.
One's popularity must always be inferior to one's credibility.
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big little strong girl
it's okay...
truly didn't start out that way
from the moment of passage through the womb
the clock of pain engaged
a ticking of pain that seemed never ending
like a lonnnng slow road to hell
driving pain bone marrow deep...
but no one could tell
'cause you hid it well
left on your own to fend for yourself
navigating life like a lost hiker without a compass
having to rely on common sense
and the whispers of a loving Creator
always on your right shoulder
coaching you through the madness
His method forging you through the fire
ascending you to a place of peace and calm
no longer a casualty of passed down ancestral wounds
giving you the gift of forgive and let go
became time to heal
but today still ... you'll stand guard
hypervigilance dies hard
at the hint of a stench of old familiar
you can get triggered
but... rest my dear
I got us from here... my inner child
When all around is darkness
Who provides the sun
When everyone is serious
Who is poking fun
When pollution clouds the bright blue sky
Who brings clarity
Who tries to bring some common sense
To mass insanity
When people kill for a belief
Who is pointing fingers
When bullies push their weight around
Who is the first gunslinger
Who sees the heavenly beauty
In Mother Nature's charm
When the house of cards goes up in flames
Who sounds the fire alarm
When depression comes and pulls you in
Who writes you words of comfort
When they can't think of rhyming words
Who makes up words like bumfort
Who puts their feelings into words
With sonnets from the heart
Who describes a garbage dump
With a color chart
Whose imagination
Can jump from sea to star
Or describe the pungent odor
Of their grandpa's stale cigar
What people share a common bond
Make pictures out of words
It's a talent that we happily share
Let every voice be heard
As wordsmiths we are special
Cause we feel what others see
Let's weave our threads together
Show the world our tapestry
September 26 2016
Through the shadowy nights where wine spills its mystery,
Chills course through me, flowing from you like a sacred river.
In your siren dance, fire and seduction flood my gaze,
Ignited in this duel of desires, in your fierce battle of love.
Your gaze, like an arrow, wounds me with sweet pain,
Marking my soul with your mystery, so irresistible,
Left in spasms of ecstasy and the agony of love, the essence of my being,
Lost in memories that traverse me in nights of wakefulness and dreaming.
Inner fury assaults me with more intense desires,
Thirsty for inner light, shaken by heaven's decree,
Killing common sense within me, wanting you boundlessly,
Watching your eyes that fix on me, silently, just listening to you.
I wander in the labyrinth of your healing touches,
Through hundreds of seasons, aging in your convictions,
Loving you in thousands of words, in dozens of breaths,
Thirsty for your hidden conspiracies, your endless mystery.
Woman with panther eyes, take me with you, steal my soul,
And the heart that beats for you in a mad rhythm,
Just enough to keep me aware,
That you exist in my parallel universe, in my heart, unconsciously.
Media power
Is obvious that we grow
In what we call civilisation
Yet moral value grow less
Is funny how all
we use to know
is gradually passing us by
With out a notice
It looks like
We sell our common sense
To an illusion
Look around
Oh look again
Do you notice
The fast change?
Is all over places
Is in your flats, mansion, room,
Some got it even in kitchen, toilet
Is all over everywhere
Media power
Technology, TV, radio, computers especially
Controls a lot in our days
Today,
It change a lot mentality
It promote a lot of doom
Nowadays
It affect our children mentality
To most times things we don't
Want them to do as kids
And we sit and claim
We are civilised
Media power
It is a big form of control
It control a lot in our life
It promote a lot of mind control
It send a lot of influence
It so strong that you could imagine
Yet some one control this media
What a funny world
Media power
In africa
Our young ladies go necked
To feel beautiful
Like a trend invoke
All from the power of media
Our young men go high
On drugs and gun is there
Best friends in a form of protection
All from the power of media
Money rules the media
The media rules the people
The people live to work
And Pay the money
What a funny world
Media power
If media is use to promote
More good then is right
Peoples mind can easy be reach too
Fast through media
Media is a good thing
But with the greed of men
Evil now rules with a force
In our media all over places
I see a leaking dame;
I see a weakened wall;
I see a once great partition;
Once strong, now compromised;
I see a melt-down of common sense;
I see a once firm now cracked foundation;
I see steel gates hanging from loosened hinges.
All of these protectors have been breached,
with intermittent steps, serpent-like cleverness
and subtlety, with one denial and revision after another,
allowing contaminants that are polluting our very souls,
blinding our eyes, waxing our ears, and silencing our voices;
withholding the wisdom from of old that we had been receiving,
resulting in a shortage, a drought, that is preventing us from believing
as we once did, assuring and certifying that unless we are awakened from
our rhetorical preoccupation with the politics of variant persuasions, and our
deep and prolonged sleep of distraction and indifference, we shall surely be lost along the path of the road to deception.
O God, may we be thoroughly awakened to behold and execute your business and not continue with our own 'business as usual'. May we realize that you did not bring us through the wilderness to look, to believe, to think, and to behave like Egypt, but to take our stand, engage the intransigent giants, and inherit the promise land.
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The world's been in the dumpster forever
An intolerable state of affairs
Isn't it about time we changed our ways
It's badly in need of repairs
Let's start a pact to end our disputes
Some think it's beyond possibility
Need somebody to step up to the plate
Us humans have great adaptability
Think I just heard a scoff or two
Now that's been a part of the problem
If we all just put aside our differences
We'd be much more able to solve them
Probably sound like a big know-it-all
To me, it just makes common sense
Adapt or it's curtains for all human kind
Must do something in any event
© Jack Ellison 2014
Cheeks were meant for kissing
Hands were meant for holding
Ears were meant for listening
Arms were meant for enfolding
Eyes were meant for ogling
Mouths were meant for stuffing
Hair was meant for brushing
Cheeks were meant for blushing
Minds were for manipulating
Knees were meant for kneeling
Bums were meant for bumming around
Thoughts for disagreeing
Feet were meant for walking
Palms were for reading the future
Toes were meant for counting
Common sense is for avoiding bloopers
Tongues were meant for wagging
Sores were meant for rubbing
Eyebrows were meant for raising
But hearts my very very good friends
Hearts were meant for loving
Oh how bittersweet,
The way you hold me-
Only long after i cried, in defeat,
Cold vanilla coffee
-
Oh how you toy with your prey
A roof over my head? How generous.
Hold it over my head, and tell me that I must defray
Now tell me how I'm treacherous
-
Always hated how you never finished your coffee
Now i drink mine like I'm grown
Does it, too, remind you we're all faulty,
When you look me down upon your throne?
-
Funny how you guide my independence
Yet threaten to cage me when i spread my wings
''How rebellious, you lack common sense''
You're right, I'm sorry mommy, I'll stick to rusted swings
-
And like 2 peas in a pod,
Oh how easy your words twist the knife
Each one frozen in my heart, unthawed
And oh how quick i am to 'ruin' your life
-
I will admit, i still hate this bittersweet brew.
It quickly turns cold, and it reminds me of you,
But i know ill continue to drink it, even if i splutter
For in the end, blood will always be thicker than water.
“The man at number ten's mowing his lawn!”
“Get off your fat backside and go do ours!”,
she nagged, so off he went, looking forlorn,
she supervised him,in between her glowers.
“The man at number ten's painting his fence!
You said you'd do ours three years back, you know!
A simple job, that needs no common sense,
now get the paint and roller- off you go!”
Each passing day the wife found more to do,
the man at number ten had lit the fire,
the list of jobs for hubby to go through
increased, as did his frustration and ire.
Still, things at home have been better since when
he went and shot the man at number ten.