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'The storms are raging on the rollin' sea, and on the highway of regret'
It was surfers' paradise weather but he had only captured a dinghy
Made from lost dreams and drift wood collected in seasons of love
No shoreline in sight he set a flatulent sail on his passage to nowhere
The lighthouse of aspirations had timely faded from self-imposed doubt
His double edged fishermen’s knife offered only cut throat conclusions
As waves cut a Janus-faced image of himself into the surface of rage
For too long it had been his way or the highway and stark pirates loomed
Hooked into remorse he regretted that he severed tranquil emotions
But instead tried to prove the compass wrong and succumb to unreason
Riptides currents and wild torrents resembled the inner chaos of his soul
Salt on thin macerated skin oozed blemished truths and purulent candour
Once he lost anchor and lifebuoy and had to solely rely on stars’ navigation
During a lull he meant to befriend a dolphin but was mocked in contempt
Which made him to feel the disrespect he had once shown to his friends
How he wished he was a butterfly feeding on herbs in sweet meadows
A clairvoyant had warned him not to tempt fate when seeking conclusion
She might have the last laugh now as he stared into drooling shark teeth
Parched to his most integral core the wary voyager shed one final tear
He vowed promised and bargained with mad delirium and entered the sea
Gave himself to the depth of rock bottom and left his fate to the swell
Washed onto a beach his only regret was that he had not surrendered before
17th February 2020
Written on the theme of ‘The storms are raging on the rollin' sea, and on the
highway of regret’ - Bob Dylan - Make you feel my love
Thank the Lord
I never had children
As with me the cycle ends
No more bad luck to put upon another
No more laugh's and jokes at our expense
Hereditary persecution ends here with me
Tomorrow you will have to find another poor soul
Upon which to pray your game
Of picking the wings off defenseless fly's
No more crying
No tear's for you to see
Find another mouse with which to play
My family tree never did you any harm
But that didn't stop you
Just know this
For all you gave
All I took
This is my final gift to you
I have the last laugh
With me it ends here
I leave you no heir to continue
Let it be known you heard it here
No more tear's
No more fear's
See you on the other side
On a level playing field
And by the way
Vie got your Number
CHARLIE KIRK: PATRIOT’S LEGACY
A spiritual calling felt deeply and heard clearly
At a very young and tender age,
Drew him boldly to rise and stride
Upon a grand world changing stage.
Warm, laughing eyes so quickly to disarm you,
An intellect so strong it couldn’t help but alarm you,
His light was too bright, his voice was too strong,
His mission in life was to right an indefensible wrong.
Millions of young students had been purposely led astray,
Indoctrinated in a hate-filled and communistic way.
His solution and challenge were lovingly and bravely offered,
“Please Prove Me Wrong” was the mantra and freely augured.
Rarely could they best him and rise to the occasion
But they respected and loved him in ever growing populations.
Like Socrates, he debated; he asked and he answered,
Always uplifting and his faith in God shining through unhampered.
Humble and caring, he strode across the halls of power,
Serving his nation every day, every moment, every shining hour.
He proved to the students why conservative values and a God-filled life
Will save our country. America’s soul and our future is what is on the line.
Charlie understood this from the bottom of his heart and the depth of his soul,
And we are forever grateful that he shared it with millions before his time to go.
As the world stands weeping and the flags are flying at half mast,
Charlie is smiling in Heaven and he will have the last laugh.
What he started will not be forgotten. We will never again back down.
Though our heart breaks for his passing, we know he’s on higher ground.
Our nation is worth fighting for is the lesson Charlie taught us.
Speak the truth of the greatness of our country and sovereignty of our people.
We are united and stand head and shoulders above the evil and ravages of this war.
Charlie now stands above it all and rests in peace forevermore.
Realization, sometimes is not our friend.
Especially when it shows you an end.
You think you've found a love so true.
But in the end, the only one that loved, was you.
Isn't it funny when you think your life's on track?
And with a sharp pain, you've been stabbed in the back.
You do everything that special person did ask.
Even when it felt wrong or was a loathsome task.
Not do they care how you think or feel.
Just as long as you close the deal.
In the end, its you that ends up in pain.
As they are the ones with everything to gain.
Its them that think they have truly won.
But you'll have the last laugh when its done.
Because wickedness and evil, can never truly prevail,
When good people live their life and you live it well.
Expectations
No rest
No time to breathe
A weight on your chest
Nothing less than excellence
Even that's not enough
A world that tells black people
That even if you follow the rules
You are still not good enough
Because as long as your black
They will always have the last laugh
In a world that preaches equality
It sure is a hypocrite
From young we are taught that life is a test
That no matter how hard we work
We will always be seen as less
Even with perfect scores we still come last
A crooked system used to keep us at the bottom
A crooked system used to make sure our life is a struggle
A box with no key deprived of freedom
Locked in with chains so we can't outshine them
Doing everything in their power
To watch us sink
In an ocean that steals our breath
Drowning in a watery abyss
A constant fight to stay afloat
Whilst they just stare at us
A fight that isn't fair
The water keeps us suppressed
So everytime we open our mouth
The water sinks our words
Just like everytime we try to speak
We are labelled dramatic
All this happening whilst the weight of their hate
Slowly drowns us to death
In a world that claims progression
The education system sets us back
Policing black children
Whilst holding us back
So all the white kids can succeed
Then tell us we will never amount to anything
That all we are good for is a prison sentence
Drilling inferiority straight into our chest
To make sure discrimination is the only education we will get
The only lesson received is how racism will never end
The syllabus being slurs and all the different ways we are hated
Buy something they seem to forget
Is we have legacies of strength
We are stronger than the hate that you threat
You push us down and yet we continously get up
We are made of tungsten the strongest element
You think you can break us
Your hate will break instead
You try to steal our breath
But our oxygen tank is unlimited
We are here for the long run
You'll just have to get used to it
We are here to stay
And we will never let you forget
6/27/22
They move in packs
A bunch of gnats and rats
Too much crap and cap
All across the map
It's happened to Jill and to Jack
Endlessly people yap and chat
Obsessed with apps and fraps
There is dangers all around be ready to react fast
I'm having an epiphany this is not a flash back
F*** all these ass cracks
They pull all these bad traps
While wearing a black hat
Yet it causes others to snap at
Many driving a hand axe
Into another lady's or man's back
Greedy ball sacks
Still controlling what is price slashed or taxed
Speaking facts on wax
Eventually it may turn similar to Mad Max
In certain area you'll need a gas mask
What's left carried inside a knapsack
The only trace was a faint trail of cat tracks
From a rock the windshield glass cracked
Life was always up and down like Nasdaq
People often arrogant quick to have the last laugh
So pathetic and ready to rat pack
If I want to, I'll show you a class act
Get away if you flip sides like a flap jack
Don't try to sandbag
B****you better bag back
Before you wind up inside a trash bag
No evidence, on your brass plaque
Or the hat rack
It's so sad that
It's Halloween and a black cat
Crossed my path, I got to seize opportunity not just pass pass
Too many treating life like it's another lab rat
What the good does it do always being a jackass?
The same can be said for doing it half-ass
Come on, do I really need to ask that?
Summons somewhere up the courage
that has managed to get you to this
point in your life thus far
And drag yourself clinging kicking
and screaming somehow onwards up
If only for if nothing else and no other
particular reason than not giving
life the satisfaction
Of the experience of seeing and feeling
what it is like to be on the recieving end
Of having two fingers or the bird flipped
at you
Simply for the fun and he'll of it
And remember this they who laugh last
Twinkle with an everlasting smile
Which cometh with a lifetime guarantee
And others will intern surely bouyed on
bye your inspiration will be bound to
wishfully follow in your wake
Because the first and most important
domino of them all is the initial one
Otherwise no one else will and has
anyone to follow
3/4/25
"Time"
People often rat pack
Quick to have the last laugh
It's a sad fact
That we never could get past that
Time is something we can never have back
Few heed the forecast
Torches pass
Opposing forces clash
Since the prehistoric past
Waters roaring
Weather storming
Gases forming
Among all the forking paths
Time continuously soaring fast
Even before there was Pterodactyl's
Always looming in the distance like an Ant hill
Weighing heavily on the mind like an anvil
Can't fix what can kill with just an Advil
Time never at a standstill
Close by and in light years
Voices calling in my ear
It's quite clear
Why fear?
In the end we all die here
Eventually our time's near
Thank you for the nice talk
Push through when life is colder than an ice block
Don't give up, even if it's quite the shock
Something you can't just write off
That we can't fight the clock
Because never does time stop
It's not all about prize winning
Don't spend it all wine sipping
Be true instead of lying and tricking
Try swimming instead of ending it by quitting
While living
Endlessly time ticking
You don't always need night vision
Look hard to find what is quite hidden
Make the best of your life and live it
Only so much time is given
It held true, not just wrote in rhyme
Wasn't always going fine
Until I had a sober mind
Changes occurred over time
Throughout life
Always will be ups and downsides
It took awhile, but peace I found by
A cowhide below the cloud line
Where birds all around fly
Instead of trying to doubt why
Now I
Am of a sound mind
Could say it was overdue and about time
Energy and moving objects may collide
It all relates to state of mind
So don't be afraid and whine
Reach new heights then take the climb
Be strong so you can break the ice
Stay sharp as the blade of a knife
Beside the age of a tide
While you can have a whale of a time
More to life than red wine
And dead guys (money)
Hold your head high
Give it all your best try
In order to withstand the test of time
The Kitchen Fitter
As the wire set alight I cursed his low born name
Then he hit me with a bill and I said you go to hell.
To court he did take me, to pay he was going to make me.
The first appearance was a joke, the judge in squash shorts and a coat
He wanted time to read the papers thoroughly through and through
The kitchen fitter looked smug, but I said just watch your mug
He said, you will have to pay and I told him, no, no way
I said if you do proceed you will greatly regret this deed
The fitter laughed as he told me that he could have bought and sold me
But in court I was to have the last laugh on him.
I stood there and defended my reason not to pay
The judge looked bored to him this was just another day
I said that it’s a crime and for it the fitter should do time
And a counter case I proceeded to relay
Just ask the low born fitter what bad parts he used that day
I began.
It is a criminal offence to take to court on some pretence
When you know that you don’t really have a claim
So I turned the tables on him, and the judge demanded to know
Hey you kitchen fitter, just what do you think is your game?
I proclaimed that he used faulty parts and that he knew it
And as the fire started their defence was gone because the fuses blew it
The judge decreed that I must succeed and he did proceed
To throw out the spurious claim for pay
I then related quietly that he had kept me up nightly
wondering how to put right the dubious work he did on that day.
The judge looked at me and he said oh I can guarantee
That the kitchen fitter will now be the one to pay
There will be compensation and I make a declaration
That if he comes before me in any shape or form again
Not only will he pay but he’ll come to rue the day
That he ever set foot in this court and your name tried to defame.
© 17/04 2013-04-17 Dragon, One Fitter Nil.
Contest entry: The Dragon Slayer Contest. True Story
The wind is having a tantrum.
It whines and screams and
Howls around the house,
Tearing at the shingles,
Whacking the roof with branches,
Blowing porch chairs into a corner,
A loose cushion into a puddle
On the next block over.
It throws the recycle bin
Into the raspberry bushes
So cans and bottles litter the yard.
It sends trash can covers
Skittering across the road
To land against the fence.
It snaps tree limbs like pick-up sticks
And angrily summons the rain
To slash against the windows
With little icy pellets and
Drive water in under the sill
To form a puddle on the floor.
Probably tomorrow it will clear,
And we’ll all go outside
To clean up the debris.
But the mischievous, childish wind
Will have the last laugh -
Because who can punish the wind
For the mess it made!