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Understand, they tell you lies
Make haste when you hear their cries
Don’t take them to bed
Let them go
They do not know
Nor do they care if you are dead
Nor do they care if you are well
These voices in your head
Sinful, vicious lies they tell
Always keep you in a spell
They are the jackal of hell.
Make up your mind
Now is the time
Show a strength to them instead
Do not take them to your bed
They will spread their dread
These voices in your head.
There is goodness in your heart
The voices tear you apart
Come out of the dark
Make a new start
Do not struggle lest them outsmart.
To the world you pretend
With a wonderful show
No one would know
These voices lay low
Internal games and condescend
And will ascend if you try to defend.
Let go their foul play
Thinking the same thoughts everyday
No longer delay
Take courage I pray
And feel how you grow
Life will echo a brilliance of glow.
I have them as well
Their yells and their spells
Though they are meagre and stray
I live without this worry and doubt
And so I say
You too can live this wonderful way
I look around at the people today
Wondering what happened to happier times
People die from making love
No one ever asks why
Children are shot while they play
No one ever asks why
Our heroes show people how to cheat and lie
No one ever asks why
Teens spend their lives before a lit screen
climbing towers and shooting innocent people
Death has become a game
No one ever asks why
Others have forgotten how to talk
Guns, bullets and knives speak for them
No one ever asks why
Kids learn to hate before they can talk
They listen to their parent's hate
and grow up not questioning.
No one ever asks why
People kill in the name of their God
although they all believe in the same god
No one ever asks why
Young men die on a field miles away
not knowing, and not asking, why
No one ever asks why
Our friends become our enemies
Our enemies become our friends
No one wants to just sit and talk anymore
No one ever asks why.
Why doesn't someone ask?
Remember the emperor
In Japan, especially in Tokyo, people are a strange mix of efficiency.
Young people are adolescents until they are forty living in an aspic
of western pop culture that does not exist anymore; when their parents die
they either grow up or become recluses unable to cope with the world.
The older generation did well and there are many of them like shingles
in the emperor’s driveway.
Japan had a meltdown 12 years ago which was good for the country
people have less haste and go to karaoke cafes once a week singing
a sentimental song about lonely cowboys.
I was in Nagasaki once, just as Nippon was rising on the financial firmament
but got too close to the sun.
I was amazed how quickly the scars of the nuclear had physically healed
but mentally, there must be a corner in their psyche
that can´t forget and will find revenge one day in the land of the rising sun.
There was a firefly who had lost her fire--
How it did happen, no one quite knew why.
She looked in trees, under rocks, and briar
But couldn’t find it, she started to cry:
“Oh, dear, what’s a firefly without her fire?”
She gasped and sobbed and sadly spoke in sighs.
“How shameful, I’d sooner live in the mire,”
Said she, poor thing, with sorrow in her eyes.
The firefly flew away to hide in shame,
Still grieving over the loss of her fire.
She couldn’t join in any fireflies’ game
Or sing with others in their nightly choir.
After some time a good fairy came by
And saw the firefly who was desolate.
The poor firefly blushed for she felt so shy
At being seen in a pitiful state.
This fairy in the past had lost her way
And it’s the same firefly who had helped her.
At first the two didn’t know what to say
Till they remembered and hugged each other.
The firefly spoke about her misfortune
While the fairy did more than sympathize:
She flapped her four wings, did a little croon,
And gave the firefly a well-deserved prize.
The firefly felt the fire within her grow
Until it sent off long, bright, and warm rays.
The whole place shone with the light from her glow
That reached dark corners with a dazzling blaze.
“That’s for helping me find my way before,”
Said the good fairy as they parted ways.
The firefly said, “Thanks!” and hugged her once more--
And she lived content the rest of her days.
March 29, 2023
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She thought her absence would make his heart grow fonder
While she was gone instead it grew stronger and stronger
Perhaps a sign he didn't need her any longer
He thought back to when they first met
Under the bleachers trying not to get wet
Her hair became so frizzy boy she was upset
He laughed at her gave her a kiss
Thought to himself what could be better than this
Within the storm he found his bliss
Years passed she gained more power
He felt like a male Rapunzel, locked in a tower
What was once sweet had now become sour
He didn't realize her love was a trap
Her absence awoke him from his nap
No longer a puppy on his master's lap
Absence gave him strength to walk away
Tired of the games she liked to play
So he left her in yesterday
Life without her is more than okay
Fortunately my buddy did not fall back
into her trap. He never did get his
money back. I guess that was the
price of freedom.
The dust had settled thick and deep,
While heavy days lay fast asleep.
The soil was cracked, the spirit worn,
Under a sky so pale and torn.
I carried burdens, cold and dense,
And built my walls of self-defense,
Forgetting that a single drop
Could cause the aching soul to stop.
The answer wasn’t in the grind,
Or racing through a frantic mind,
Nor building towers in the air,
Or wrestling with the weight of care.
No heavy task, no grand design,
No complex riddle to untwine.
For all the parched and weary plain,
All I had to do was make it rain.
I closed my eyes and breathed the grey,
And let the storm wash worlds away.
A tremor in the quiet air,
A sudden spark of lightning flared.
The clouds that gathered, dark and deep,
Woke all the sleeping truths from sleep.
And every drop that kissed the ground,
Unbound the chains that held me bound.
It fell in sheets of silver grace,
To wash the sorrow from my face.
To coax the blooming from the seed,
And give the heart the drink it needs.
The thunder rolled a steady drum,
To tell the better days had come.
No longer bound by sunlit pain,
All I had to do was make it rain.
So let the torrents flood the street,
And wash the dust from weary feet.
The rivers swell, the meadows grow,
Because I let the water flow.
A gentle flood, a wild release,
That brought my inner kingdom peace.
I found my strength in the hurricane,
All I had to do was make it rain.
The library is a well.
Everyone drinks here without coins,
without proving they deserve water.
Come inside.
The old man reads his newspaper by the window,
teenagers cluster around computers like moths to light,
a mother spreads picture books on the floor
while her children build towers from blocks.
This is the hearth where strangers warm themselves,
the table where rich and poor sit down together,
passing knowledge like bread,
hand to hand.
Outside,
the world charges for everything,
a chair costs money,
warmth costs money,
even standing still in the wrong place costs something.
But here the door opens.
Here the librarian says How can I help you? to everyone,
no matter what's in their wallet or their past.
This is what democracy looks like up close:
bodies in chairs,
hands on books,
people teaching themselves to grow
toward light like seeds in a shared garden.
When the library closes,
we scatter back into the cold world.
But tomorrow the doors open again,
the lights come on,
and we return to this last free place,
this harbour,
this home we're learning to protect.
Artificial intelligence
created simply, because we can
to easily, lazily, complete tasks we plan,
and ones perhaps, we cannot do on our own.
No incentive now
to pursue knowledge or grow
no need for humanity to learn or know
how we are succumbing to boredom flow.
Now, all our bridges can be burned
our very words to be reinterpreted and reformed
disconnecting any or all need
passage of learning to our progeny.
Machinery, rote computerized mind thinking
solvers of the cosmos blinking
as all living entities are seized
to impregnation of the mind's slow disease.
Already most are lost to creative goals
incapable of educating hearts and souls
more dependent every day of the powers that be
making every decision for you and me.
today, yesterday, tomorrow an artificial intelligence sea
will rewrite our history
with little need of any input or discovery
from you or you or me.
The fire started when I saw you smile
Such sweet lush lips that melted my cold heart
And your style that can be so versatile
I knew it had to be love from the start
Our first kiss my heart races for its life
As your love sparked new life into my soul
Already dreaming of when your my wife
A small blissful wedding next to the shoal
Lasting memories thanks to our children
Proudly we watched them grow in their own way
Gifts that only the Lord could have given
Praying for the day this life I'll portray
And joyfully the gifts I did receive
Now our souls will forever interweave
6/26/2017
Speedy the spider casts a small intricate shadow on the wall
The nickname had stuck from when she moved in slow motion
But by now she was blessed with formidable pace and lived
Up to full velocity other than in sarcastic ridicule of others
Mind you and mind me she was still under mischievous spells
Of young adolescent hominid bullies who redirected her path
Who taunted her with two yoyo strings attached to her web
Teasing little creature unkindly had been their attempt to spin
Their own yarn as they thought to teach humanity’s lesson
Viscous spittle challenged her net and the wannabe masters
Watched in disgrace as the little creature slid up and down
She is harmless does not possesses a scorpion’ sting but wait
For the tale because survival relies not on puppets nor strings
‘We altered her little helpless trapeze’ the youngsters marvelled
‘Just wait until we grow up and she faces the full adult power we wield’
But Speedy had been around the blocks of neat passage for good
And she concentrated on more important fight rather than flight
Swallowed her male companion and was a black widow for now
Arachnophobia darkened their self-righteous tricks up their sleaze
They needed their yoyo to make a slingshot to shoot vicious venom
But discovered discourtesy leaves you none wiser but devoured alive
14th February 2019