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DECONSTRUCTING Major League Baseball
When will MLB fans acknowledge
and question the REAL Cheating
taking place right under their noses.
The Pitch Clock
The Pitch Count
THE CLOSER
The Netting
The Expansion
THE PHANTOM BASE RUNNER
The Biggest Form of Cheating?
THE TINY LITTLE BALLPARKS.
A 14 year old Mark Mcgwire could
clear the fence, LEFT HANDED
Eddie Murray would have 500 Home Runs ,
FROM BOTH SIDES OF THE PLATE.
Mickey Mantle would be a Member
of the 1000 HOME RUN CLUB
LEGENDARY HANK AARON would be a Member
of the 1500 HOME RUN CLUB.
Why not give anyone and everyone
who makes it to The Big Show a 6ft solid gold trophy
for participating in Major League Baseball.
Let's not forget how MLB cheated Atlanta
out of the ALL Star Game.
Or cheated the Fans out of seeing their ALL Stars
by wearing those Diversified Equity Inclusion Uniforms.
However, we just might see another 500 Career game winner.
When they shorten the game to 7 innings.
Requiring only 3 complete innings
to qualify for a win.
We just might see another 5000 strike pitcher ,
when MLB goes to Artificial Inntelligence
and expand the strikeout zone from toe to chin.
INSTEAD , how about we celebrate what was accomplished before the Insanity of Y2K.
Not the 420 ft Monster HOME RUN ,
and totally forget that straight away
Centerfield Tiger Stadium was 440 ft.
Not the 200 Strike Out Season knowing ,
the record is 383.
Not the 15 game win season knowing
The last 30 game win season
was more than 50 years ago
My real REAL question is...
Is MLB complicit in destroying the game of baseball ?
Are the people at the top , involved with Big Government and DEI infected Corporations trying to destroy the memories and Legends who established MonuMENTAL feats.
Emphasis on mental.
Is this what build back better is all about?
Michael E.Harris
1392024
a cool breeze
caressing my skin
and then
she plummets into her own mind
deep
deep.. within
digging up old demons
devils who tried to denounce her destiny
friends she took in
as daughters
she demonstrated her dainty and her delicate ways
she has her ways
ways that are no longer destroying her
this dandelion is free
but.. this cool breeze
she made sure she kept some distance from her mind
something new caressing her skin
her dare-devil, melanin mixed with magic skin
skin cut and bruised with fake smiles pinned some where near her jaw line
skin
mysterious and intriguing and glittery skin
but.. this cool breeze
a breeze that penetrates everything beautiful
a free fall of the mind
her safe landing (for my sake)
all instinctive..
I created a poem last night in my sleep
can’t remember the words right now
It was a true masterpiece, powerful and deep
that brought peace to the world somehow
But now that the morning sunshine has filled my eyes
and washed away that perfect rhyme
There’s nothing left for me now but to hope and pray
that I’ll write it again sometime
It’s like that tree in Brazil filled with red spiders
whose web held the cure for cancer
But they were all killed from destroying the forest
we forever lost that answer
Maybe that was just a dream too, I don’t recall
So forget about what I said
There’re so many thoughts rolling around in my mind
It’s hard to keep them straight in my head
Never let anyone make you feel small. Stay strong and courageous. You are worthy of love and kindness.
Memories from 2020:
New poem... small.
Some people are awful examples of humanity. They persist in remaining unrelenting bullies and power hungry control freaks... Destroying people, lives and careers when and where they can... Just because they can. But every action comes at a cost. They eventually pay the price in full.
small
By Michelle Morris
07/06/2020
you tried to make
me feel so
small
insignificant
worthless
to all
because you
hated yourself
so deeply
my pureness
of heart and
spirit
cut into your
darkness
completely
but instead of
learning
embracing
being kind
you wanted me
gone
completely
out of sight
out of mind
so you could
forever remain
small in
yourself
but delude the
world
that you were
larger than life
and karma she is a
gracious b****
who burns the
wickedly
darkened twists
and someday
burning in
hell fire you'll be
wishing you'd been
better
kinder to me
© Michelle Morris, 2020
Your are under arrest
in your house
your concentration camp
quiet
before for being unmasked
get fined.
You have no rights
to buy, sell or travel
without hand or forehead
being jabbed
in preparation
for microchip ahead.
Can't buy bread? Starve
with the little mouths
you allowed to live
they could have been
used in vaccines.
You are not to visit
friends, family
or enemies
in nursing homes
or hospital beds
dying
to be disposed of
quietly.
You are not to go to school
knowledge is dangerous
infecting brain to brain
to rioting dissent!
Let the screen be your teacher
and Alexa your friend.
You are not to go to parties
or indoor movies
alone get drunk
and watch your *****
and blood at home.
You are to be vaccinated
enemy of all that is progress
who gave you the audacity
to question vaccines'
safety and efficacy
with elderly and terminally ill
dying from Covid-19?
Unapproved, obsolete
what’s that to us?
Give to Caesar money
to science your body
and to 666 your hand
to be microchipped
if you want medicine
travel or be fed.
Gagged, tied, mesmerized
fear turns hearts to ice
but a remnant keeps shining
God’s charity
feeding hungry
hugging lonesome
praying in private
and in public
for a self destroying
faithless humanity
heading to depopulation.
Fed by heaven
sealed on the forehead
with the cross of salvation
chosen to be preserved
to start a new world
of love, peace and joy
with Jesus Christ as King
in an environment of beauty
health and energy
as it was meant to be
with foods that nourish
herbs that heal
joy of family life
in villages
full of boys and girls
running with health.
The remnant could be you.
Lord Jesus come
hurry do not delay
Thy Kingdom come.
My dearest love, apple of my eye,
A silent, pulsing flame fervently flares
In the crazy chamber of my chest,
Whispering a warm wafting acclaim
That sets my life to trying tiresome tests.
BURN ME WITH YOUR LOVE POISON
Still the hot heat of my inner fire will glow,
Spreading beyond my skin's confine,
Lifting my shabby sorrowful self
To a constant cosy cadence.
IN THE MISTS OF YOUR EYES
Shines the glow of my breast in flames,
My heart, a hearth of hidden fire,
Responds to your unspoken wishes
Stirs and wakes, a steady flow,
A love that only glitters for you.
Within that depth, a real mirror,
I see my spirit shining steadily,
A burning ember, pure and bright,
That banishes the darkest gloom,
Whether of pitch night or cloudy day.
Though you may fly to distant lands
Or ascend to celestial heaven,
I WILL FIND YOU BEYOND THE STARS;
The span of stellar space will not be a hurdle
As my heart carries dreams and hopes
That softly bloom and memories that linger,
Sweet and deep, across time and space
Banishing doubts, darkness and distance.
Across the vast expanse of seas
I’ll seek you in the distant oceans;
My spirit will be my guiding rudder,
Each wave, a clue to where you may lie
As this fiery passion burns bright,
Guiding my way through darkness;
I will reach up to you wherever you are
WHERE THE SKY DRIFTS INTO THE SEA,
At the ever-receding horizon.
Marvelled by the mists of your eyes,
LEASED TO YOUR DUSK,
Our fate is knottily woven with each other,
Our souls entwined with one another.
So let us listen, to this balmy bright beat,
This reassuring rhythm, born of flesh and soul,
The heartbeat's hot heat, a promise to be kept
That makes our fractured being as one
A vibrant vow, a whisper of the breeze
That life goes on, despite the flitting years,
A beacon burning, ever strong and bright,
Dispelling darkness, destroying dangling doubts.
...But worst is the true believers,
the ones who buy into this crap,
who spend their days lurking online,
just seeking a place to attack.
Not working, being productive,
and not thinking with any depth,
looking out for some ‘-istaphobe’
that they can harass until death.
Seeking the slightest odd remark,
or some strange off-color comment,
then making it some huge problem,
declaring loud, ‘That this must end!’
Trying to get people fired,
or pushing them to suicide,
calling them all the worst of names,
and whipping up an online tide.
Worst of all they think that they’re good,
that cancelling is a moral act,
can’t see their own intolerance,
that what they claim they have, they lack.
But normal people don’t do this,
don’t live to bring others such pain,
so why is it that they cancel?
What is going on in their brain?
The cold truth, they all get a buzz
when they see a person torn up,
there is so little in their lives
that they could be proud of, or love,
but all people want to feel great,
it’s written in our DNA,
and since some will not work for it
then they must find another way.
When they see that person cancelled,
when that hit of power comes in,
they feel good, feel like they matter,
that somehow they’ve gotten a win.
But destroying lives is evil,
so they lie on what’s wrong or right,
they tell themselves that what they do
will somehow lead them to the light,
the old ‘right side of history,’
utopia that never comes,
if they can help us ‘progress’ there
then who cares what happens to one?
Breaking eggs to make an omelet,
doing things they cannot take back,
‘saving the world’ while getting their buzz,
what ego would dare give up that?
And so they keep on canceling,
their ego searching the next hit,
some folks still ask why they do this,
they’re evil because they like it.
Cut them out of your life.
Long days , restless nights.
Exhausted mind , unresolved fights.
Life is nearing destruction,
suddenly everywhere there is paucity of emotions.
Smirk and laughter on mobile screen,
the pain behind the happy faces is unseen.
Loneliness is spreading like a viral disease,
destroying mental health with ease.
We need a loving hand ,
to free us from this mental cage.
To help us get through this tough time,
to let us know crying for help is not a crime.
Eyes are full of tears and body is writhing in pain.
Is something wrong with me or am I going insane.
Everybody around looks alright.
Nobody says anything but the instagram posts are all bright.
We are all living a lie,
We smile and laugh but we just really want to cry.
Scream and yell.
For once in your life do something and don't dwell.
Cry if it makes you happy.
Scream if you want to assauge your pain.
Show some real emotions please don't refrain.
Ask help if you need.
You are important you will succeed.
Don't doubt yourself for feeling this way.
We are all in this together my love
IT'S OKAY.
Here I am,
sitting at my desk watching an old
romantic comedy on my computer,
the kind of thing I wouldn’t have been
caught dead watching in my youth.
The height of uncool,
the epitome of maudlin sentimentality,
I’d have snorted years ago,
adding an exaggerated eye roll
for good measure
in case the contempt in my voice
failed to register with
the intended audience.
Now, I feel goosebumps
clawing up my arms
and the sides of my neck
like a horde of micro-ninjas,
then, reaching my temples,
spreading out like tiny explosions.
Oh, leave my eyes alone!
Age is destroying my immune system
against emotional viruses
even while it’s aggravating
my chronic cynicism.
Books, movies, songs,
cheesy soap operas,
even fleeting half-thoughts that
invite themselves
into the members-only inner sanctum
of my brain.
Almost anything can trigger
that annoying tingle.
And ‘poignant’ has become one of my
favorite words because
everything feels that way.
Why?
Is it because, after so many years,
life has succeeded in secretly
planting a large cache of empathy in me?
Is it the vague autumnal feeling
that now grips me year-round,
fed by a creeping awareness
of my dwindling reserves of time,
and the attendant sensation that
the older I get,
the faster time flies?
Or maybe I’m in permanent mourning.
For lost time,
expiring memories,
lives not lived,
loves not dared.
And the transient insignificance of it all.
Whatever the reason,
I have to make a choice.
Let my mind
continue to wind down,
or grab it by the scruff of its neck
and wind it
the hell back up!
Decision made.
When did grass become a religion?
The perfect green, weed-free lawn
The goal of every homeowner?
Whole companies now exist solely
To maintain this suburban vision
With “lawn control” fertilizers and
A multitude of weed killer sprays,
In the process destroying habitat
And poisoning butterflies and the bees
We need for pollination of fruits,
Vegetables and a host of flowering plants.
Constant watering depletes reserves
And wastes our precious resource.
Hail to those who have dandelions
And chickweed growing in their lawn
Or those who plant native grasses
And hardy local plants and flowers.
Hurrah for those who opt for vegetable
Gardens in the place of lawns and who
Plant shrubs and flowers that attract
and nurture the elements of nature.