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COLD FACTS
Sip from the flask of your greed
The poison you drink is what you need
down inside internally you bleed
See these words where they lead
I am familiar with wounds and pain
Opened and oozing again and again
The suture ripped open could not contain
The blood pours soured from my vein
You check on me see my page
Tired of your prison and your cage
Let’s trade horrors and our rage
And stare down the barrel of that gauge
Let’s me and you take a walk
You go first then I’ll talk
Share deadly sins outlined in chalk
Ready to share to everyone’s shock?
I’ve tried the whiskey and the wine
I’ve tried the Bible and His Devine
I’ve tried prayer and the fitness shrine
But still I come up short to the goal line
What really feels good to manage the stress
Is rubbing it out on girls who undress
I prefer not to smoke my lungs are a mess
Man oh my sins are in extreme excess
Good at the faking and playing the part
a high paid actor on the screen it’s art
Everyone portrays who they aren’t
Deception and deceiving to out smart
Does this brash and coarse verse offend?
Have you not all along been living this trend?
Are you seriously denying to pretend?
Your attention I’ve caught and will apprehend.
It’s a lot easier to just be honest
That grab on your heart is the strongest
Pulling you back into the saw dust
You egregious eyes thirst full of lust
But it’s ok to act real innocent
No need to confess or even repent
Like a dime waiting on one red cent
You’re two faced life is well spent
I’ve come to grips with the fall of man
Tried to survive and find a clan
Tried to adapt and follow a plan
But still I’m reminded of the Son of man
Weary and burdened and full of debt
I try to renew daily my mindset
And kill the evil with my bayonet
I’m ready here we go get set.
You paid the price for all of us
In that alone I solemnly trust
Even though I fight against with disgust
Deep down I know you’ll help you must
Help me and deliver me is my cry
Wipe away the tears in my eyes
Use me in some way with groans and sighs
Bring me back to Zion and Sinai
By: beardedjarhead
Nigerian people let us embrace the truth,
Bad Belly is Bad Belly
It is Bad Belly when your Father beats his chest,
And declares that "he is the giant of Africa,"
But he cannot boast of ordinary twenty four hours of
Uninterrupted power or water supply; your citizens are dying
In droves from lung cancer because of generator fumes
Bad Belly is when you say "you are a giant,"
But your children are dying in droves due to massive insecurity,
Investors are fleeing your country in droves;
Because the people who should protect them are underfunded, ill equipped and corruption breathes in every facet of our society
Bad Belly is when an Army officer gives you a dirty slap for being a good citizen, and a police officer who is standing by, says "esprit de corps to him and all correct sir," then orders you to turn the other cheek
It is Bad Belly when your Father says "he is a giant,"
But millions of graduates who toiled and paid millions to obtain their degrees have become beggars in their own country
It is Bad Belly when your yard is littered with gold, oil,
And all kinds of unquantifiable mineral resources,
But your citizens are dying in droves in an attempt to bail out of your country through the Mediterranean sea
It is Bad Belly when a defender clears a goal bound shot
From the goal line during extra time, and the coach labels him "a weak player" instead of a part on the shoulder; then turns around and invites a "basket" who greased his palms
Bad Belly is when you take your brand new car for an oil change which should cost no more than a few hundred Nairas, and the mechanic calls you and says a major overhaul of your car engine, carburetor, rack and pinion, odometer and shock absorbers, running into thousands of Nairas is needed
Bad Belly is when you are shedding tears of joy because
Life is good, but your neighbor who doesn't like seeing your ugly face says: "you are shedding crocodile tears."
Nigerians let us face the truth, : Bad Belly is BAD BELLY!
The race for Life where we are bound
who will reach for the laurels receive the crown
which distractions will keep you from its pace
those who endure unto the end will see his face
What thing will try your heart and make you fall
divert your attention from the rewards of call
how many divisions will cloud your way
till the Love of the Truth no longer holds sway
For the diadem of Life Love and Truth for which we reach
the finishing place of the Kingdom the Lord does teach
to run the distance one must set a steady pace
and be aware of the obstacles the adversary place
Every contestant must master the rules
exercise his talents to receive prize of jewels
to gain the trophy the track we must complete
before he who gives the honor will give us seat
The price for entry is the gift to God of soul
for only by his Spirit can we ever reach the goal
to acquire everlasting Life serve with heart thats whole
the course we travel must exhibit self control
We must enter the race if our life we want to keep
not do as the nations who are walking in their sleep
to finish to the goal line we must fix our sight
or we will stumble in the impediment of night
God has set the course provided instruments
with his Word of instruction training implements
advancement to enlightenment our path must prepare
for the crowning glory of Life the gift that we share
To arrive our destination we must have single mind
for the cares of the World its rewards will you blind
there is only one route to the Father we pursue
Jesus our example and dedication to what's True
Listen to the teacher adapt our skill and grow
the captain of salvation direction will us show
broad road to destruction on narrow path must go
to master any game must exercise all we know
sources Mark 13 John 6:27-63 1Cor. 9:4
Hebrews 2:9-10 Heb. 12 2Tim 2:4-5 4:6-8
James 5:10-11
COPYRIGHT © 2010 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC
It is those things such as these-yes... .
Like remaining on mute because your staying in tune with the close
captioning of the news set up in the picture in picture TV on the big screen. Of the
football game from the Bengles', loss, yes again, and yes again ""don't you know it "! As
your two fraternal twins sit there crying pulling at their heart
while one of the years before Super Bowl champs' from the Cowboy's knocks the ball out
from good old boy Chris Collinsworth's hands. As he's running with all that he's got not
but about twenty three yards out from the goal line. While soft tired whimpers can be
heard, pounding their legs and stomachs rocking away in all seriousness saying why, why,
why? And struggling yourself as a Father you teach them to take it all in stride and how
to watch the humorous spiels from the night before, and to never bet truly on anything
from them.
Sometimes sadly... !
Credences' Rolling on the River playing.
And so the many amenities yes the certain perks of benignity are as well I feel spending
the time with close family and the wondrous sounds yes tasty smells of "BAM" rosemary
wilted-spinach, fresh chopped mushrooms
shallots and garlic a splash of white and red wine vinegar a pinch of salt and pepper lots
of bacon and a thousand basil eggs hordes of cinnamon French toast and what every happy
family needs, a bunch of good old sage'd up getta and congealed grit pies sizzling and
popping away furiously in the butter on the stove in the iron skillets.
And though an extra the grits they are placed in purely-and-only as an honor for my family
and Father, of my past who now has passed. A personal favorite I too shared with him after
church on Sundays.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gq1roSoMS84
I reminisce I miss
remonstrate and misplace
in search of my narrative
dust off the shelves
smoothen around the edges
align what seems meant to be
Carefree strong winds of sailing
through the attic of past truths
founded in a basement of sense
when a candy apple was sweet
molten gummy bears on my tongue
liquorice swirling freedom’s taste
Relish for evermore pleasure
rebellion passionately unwrapped
not knowing the limits of flavour
pure twang of victorious delight
when a ball crossed the goal line
a couple of jackets for uprights
A cherished trophy in hand
muddy muck on scraped knees
and a soul without gaping scars
when youth knew no bounds
only I was my own referee
fighting for justice and team
The game’s rules have changed
have become more complicated
plans are mere drafts on my canvas
for better or worse I absorb
collect reminder and gather
impress vacant echoes in pain
At junctions of insight
when reason and feelings
refuse to kindly commune
I have to evoke the losses
clear the fog’s misty path
gather stones in my way
Seeking to disentangle
causes and resulting effects
dead ends on the highway
the tunnel of happiness
undergrowth and overpasses
fading street-signs I pass
when pot holes and drift sand
block progress and motion
draw me down in despair
a voice from deep inside calls me
to look forward and therefore
I miss I reminisce I miss
19th March 2021
To be or not to be that is here the question of ambivalence
Or is it the answer posed as a dire request
Socrates might have a shot and I don’t mean the soccer player
Although goal line technology comes to my mind
A red line a yellow card but the great man never wavers
I know nothing but that I know for sure
While writers split hairs Schrödinger’s cat purrs on the track
A lightening Bolt rushes to the podium of gold
Archimedes shouts Eureka but floats on Delphi’s rubber duck
Can’t even wash the grime without fake news
Nietzsche declares God a diver dead in ephemeral water
A sending off offence but does the referee live
While atoms leap in great quantum faith despite human transgression
The Little Meermaid rests on a philosopher’s stone
Rapunzel’s hair is in truth a mouldy Shakespearean merkin
An impotent scorpion stings Romeo’s tail into action
Mirror mirror on the wall please mend the crack before I fall
Plato’s cave is really a snake pit on the rise
And yet all is well in necessary and sufficient argument’s fashion
Because when I’m not sure I cannot be wrong
To be or not to be: that is here the question (William Shakespeare, Hamlet)
29th January 2020
Planning Better
The goal line is high,
and it will take most of my life,
to climb to the top.
That is okay,
as an objective needs to be tall enough,
to challenge self, daily...
on the road to a life worth living.
Put your mind on what matters.
Stay to the course,
walk the line.
Time, is running...
out.
A clock on the wall,
the one in the hall,
by the watch the phone
the ticket...
punched out, hit in the face,
but most of all traveled.
Your life in a circle,
that needs to be enlarged,
by stretching the radius...
to its limit.
Then letting go.
A new decade,
leaving the teens behind.
Now we are grown up,
and need to clean the planet,
fight for peace,
demand tolerance...
and know that free will,
is a gift of choice.
Soon all will find a reason to kneel,
to one god or another,
but the truth will shine,
high above the rest.
Brighter than the sun,
"He" will come!
It is written in the book,
It is seen on the land.
It is felt in every heart,
those that accept,
and even those that do not.
Many that fought for darkness,
will be brittle in the shine,
of all things reflective,
of our past, present, and future...
forever.
It was the Nebraska Corn Huskers annual spring game
When near the end they called out Jack Hoffman's name
A seven year old boy on treatment break from a brain tumor
And today he was going to get the ball and run for an amazing score
Running onto the field 60,00 fans up on their feet
Everyone sensing they were about to see something neat
As Taylor Martinez set his line and turned around to little Jack
With a field of dreams ahead he said okay now you're my running back
Handing him the ball he quickly ran left than scooted back to the right
And on that field their were twenty one other men who joined in with his fight
Making a break into a clearing seeing a whole lot of daylight just ahead
My soul so awake the whole crowd cheering for of all them now he had lead
Over the goal line and carried away in a boisterous parade of celebration
Oh how Jack did shine even with all of the problems that he was facing
I'm glad I got to pray for that little boy hopefully many others do too
Such a special gift in sensing joy in just knowing throughout that it is certainly true
Search: Jack Hoffman Cornhusker
Spring’s beauty is indeed a wondrous sight
highlighting the supreme Designer’s best:
flowers bloom; daffodils, tulips delight
as vegetables abound for blest harvest
hibernating animals shake strength’s might
birds flutter sweetly in each breeding nest
affirming precious life wrought by great God
midst His miracles, deserving our nod.
Showcasing vibrancy, active in nature
Spring features great handiwork so divine:
rejuvenation with birthing gesture
sprouting along restoration’s bright shine
revival glow of spiritual posture
thriving stewardship for heaven’s goal-line
grateful to the Lord*, re-creation source
offering hope, peace, joy ~~~ by His love’s force.
Isaiah 45:8 Drop down, ye heavens, from above, and let the skies pour down righteousness: let the earth open, and let them bring forth salvation, and let righteousness spring up together; I the LORD have created it.
February 23, 2021
2nd place, "Spring" Premier Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Regina McIntosh; judged on 2/24/2021.
I don’t believe in Heaven
I aim to have my fun here on Earth
Since the age of ten or eleven,
I’ve been questioning everything’s worth
How can you resolve
the body and the soul,
the heart and the mind,
the star and the black hole?
I don’t believe in Paradise
This place is all we get
But if I got to do it all twice,
I’d happily forgive and forget
How can you resolve
the idea and the expression,
the emergence and the burial,
the crime and the confession?
Well these are all just words
A plague upon philosopher kings
The crowd is the noise, the goal-line gets blurred –
What solace forgetfulness brings
Well memory’s just a word –
The balm of the philosopher kings
You can crawl back to the herd
Or see what the future brings –
Let’s see what the future brings
Forgive and forget
And see what the future brings