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Life comes as it goes
It is designed as it flows
The easiest parts
Come with the hardest darts
Aiming from all directions
Guiding you on your next connections
To strengthen your soul
And navigate through the celestial pole
An everlasting journey
That will reveal itself like a ferny
Come to discover your hidden abilities
It will cleanse any hostilities
From the depths
I rise!
No longer feeling the pain
Having been through it and coming out sane
It’s a hard knock life as they will say
Keeps coming at me every single day
Protecting my thoughts from being taken away
It comes as it goes and it will become a surprise
From the depths I rise!
Will continue to pray for strength
To battle these demons through a multi wavelength
Keeping them at bay
Rinses my soul off of harms way
No matter how many times the rain dries
From the depths I rise!
Not knowing how or where I will go
I will continue to flow
To the sound of my heartbeat
As the wind blows through me
Wiping away my tears from my eyes
From the depths I rise!
No longer hurt in fear
Does not matter if the end is near
It will always be blue skies
From the depths I rise!
Small wars hostilities disturbances governmental regulations
Can't you feel the force of my blow
Water Gate Cherry Terror Terrorism is a fading thought
Senators consider my speech can't you appreciate talks of peace
Dont you know even the very Powerful have need of the week
Even if denied me my place in life, I would still accept it as from the Lord's hand
And power came to my aid and restored me back to life
And as I opened my eyes I found myself walking amongst wise men
And our Country is torn apart and we haven't yet to fix ourselves
Blue and Red feel these white stars The South and North must unite
And from all points of view all perceptions are valid
Soldiers spys reinforcing the minds of of Great men
A Mason knows how to handle power well especially
When evil powers must be held in check
Is history not the study of war,
treading on nations that flourished before?
It's how civilizations rise and fall,
tyranny is a weapon known to all.
Is it fear that allows us to be led
toward greed and not our conscience instead?
If larceny supersedes our morals,
then wars are how we'll settle our quarrels.
If there's no possibility of peace
then will the hostilities ever cease?
In the hands of madmen, we are mere tools,
they but promise peace, to pacify fools.
Is there a reason Earth's a patchwork quilt
threaded with ethnic lines of hate and guilt?
Insomuch that Man is devoid of trust,
the truth is we build borders cause we must.
Is it wrong to unite the human race,
though we all claim the Earth as our birthplace?
If we can't move past our innate mistrust,
there’ll never be enough time to adjust.
Is there still hope for the future of Man,
though we've turned the Earth into a trash can?
If we do more than keep our fingers crossed,
the benefits will then outweigh the cost.
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"With great Power comes great Responsibility"
What is power? What is a responsibility?
I ask these questions daily.
Is power a synonym? For Rich or Witch?
Or is a whole nother thing which we cant just seem to itch?
If people with powers have responsibilities why don't they serve them?
when they come across people of the less they just kick and ignore them.
"- great responsibilty " is true I must say that
But how come the people with POWER have to have that?
Trusted people, who are loyal and kind. but because they have a different skin just makes then "one of you're kind!"
The kind should have the power not the rich or poor.
its the LAND OF THE FREE so why can't we do more!
The people with power abuse it greatly, so is that why everywhere is a danger lately?
Im young and responsible but I have no power.
But the old man with money has a pool, workers, and loads of POWER!
If great power gives you great responsibilities,
how come the people with power cause nothing but great hostilities
"With great power comes great responsibilty" was what a very wise man once said.
Maybe the rich need to get that in there f----ing head.
I know this sounds naive but still I hope and pray
that in my lifetime I will see
A world that comes together to live in peace and harmony.
It certainly hasn’t happened often…(and lately not much at all)
but when it does it is a beautiful thing…and the whole world is enthralled.
July 26, 1963…at the height of the Cold War…
when most of the world was split into two camps (similar to today)
a 6.1 earthquake struck the city of Skopje, Macedonia
reducing much of the city to rubble and clay.
Skopje did not participate in the Cold War…they did not align with either side
which allowed, for a little while at least, the whole world to be allied.
Countries on both side of the Cold War no longer concerned with anger or fear
sent money, doctors, construction workers…materials and engineers.
Enemies put their grievances aside…tabled their animosities and greed
and united to help a fellow country of this Earth in its time of need.
It was an exciting and inspiring moment in our planet’s history…
as 78 countries united in their concern and caring for Skopje’s recovery.
Sadly this spirit of giving by which the world, for a little while, was guided
faded…the Cold War resumed…and we are once again a world divided.
But the fact that 78 countries were able to put their bitterness and hostilities to rest…and act together as one
proves it is possible…confirms it can be done.
I do believe we can all come together…
that we don’t need a global tragedy…
that we can be kind and generous to everyone…every day
like we were once…back in 1963.
Stress thrives on attention,
And tends to shrink without it.
Worries and what-ifs only claim time.
If we let them they just won't quit.
Shift your focus away from your problems.
Try to see possibilities;
Instead of counting your curses,
And feeling hostilities.
Count blessings instead of curses.
Count flowers instead of weeds.
What grows in a garden depends on,
The soil and the type of seeds.
Don't sit amid doubts and misgivings,
Under dark clouds of worries and sighs.
We need rain as well as the sunshine,
And after there's warm summer skies.
Thank God for all of His blessings.
Be thankful for that which is yours.
Realize some blessings come in disguise,
And some we must gain through chores.
Grief;
Stages 1 & 2:
“Bargaining and Denial”
Maybe I should offer up a sacrificial lamb
Or simply look the other way and just not give a damn.
Perhaps it’s best to squeeze the odds; trust luck will turn the game
And wager that a bargain with the Devil ends the same.
What I do or do not do provides me no relief
When charting the dimensions of
The symmetry of
Grief.
Grief;
Stages 3 & 4:
“Anger and Depression”
Take the vial from the shelf and hold it to the light;
Poison gleams translucent with the chemistry of night.
But should I drain the thing myself, or spike my lover’s drink?
Perhaps the wisest thing to do is pour it down the sink.
Let it out or hold it in; a double-edged motif
That slices through the fabric of
The symmetry of
Grief.
Grief;
Stages 5 & 6:
“Acceptance and Forgiveness”
When hatred’s been exhausted, hostilities will cease.
Cross that river, deep and wide; we’ll celebrate the peace.
We’ll meet somewhere on neutral ground and talk about the war.
We’ll share a laugh to think of how we battled years before.
Fortunes can be stolen, but we subdue the thief
When what we’ve lost is balanced by
The symmetry of
Grief.
Thralldom etched in *****sapiens (mine) DNA
Though your true blue stated civilian
never enlisted nor impressed,
nonetheless I own an opinion
originally embarked on poetic quest
to express purposelessness,
when soldiers rest
at peace i.e. eternally,
many attired courtesy
smart uniform strong with zest.
Psyche steeped, macerated, brewed
as token scapegoat, cue
trumpets Don to toot
courtesy more'n one
nasty shortish brute
weasley chastened me
round mulberry bush
said monkeys chased scaredy
cat me... point moot
regarding... rung me
ragged standing astute
adjacent Thomas Jonathan
"Stonewall" Jackson
(Confederate general during
American Civil War),
his own troops accidentally
fired on him during
Battle of Chancellorsville
in Virginia doth not compute
"friendly fire" unleashed during
one among many hot pursuit
part and parcel of wars,
since time immemorial
gung ho practiced soldier and/or
scared cat neophyte unwittingly shoot
pellets traveling speed of
sound bullet out - gunmetal chute
ordinarily pardoned distinct mistake
versus homicide statute
nonetheless...about
thee (rhetorical question), wherefore
art thou purpose to war,
those slain now paid tribute
since major hostilities of
World War I formally
ended at 11th hour of 11th
day of 11th month of 1918
yet... I question military conflicts
battle hymns constitute
legacy e'er since Homo
sapiens stood erect,
many soldiers of misfortune,
sons of destitute
versus wealthy heirs accepted perception
that war was "a rich man's war
and a poor man's fight"
countless generations ago
deserters fate would mean execute
"the bastard," even second decade
into twenty first century
once sworn in at basic training,
getting discharged (vodka luck), but absolute
zero tolerance quitting before
duty commitment desertion flagrant violation,
no easy task leaving service minus
tribunal meeting severe to prosecute,
thus joining military unlike
accepting any other job
punishment greater than Das boot,
yet patriotism, née jingoism
not ideal, viz conflict resolution,
verstehen, or did this wordsmith convolute?
Black Hills Legacy
In the vaults of the U.S. government
Sits a cache of money gathering interest.
But money cannot buy the hearts of a people
In exchange for land and legacy
For breaking the Laramie Treaty.
The Black Hills have been stripped
Of wealth beyond imagination,
A mere pittance in repayment
For stealing without consequence—
An insult to the Sioux Nation people.
“Return the land to its rightful owners,
Compensate the victims for your crimes of plunder,
And respect their existence, their heritage, and their plight.
Free your children of the shame you have inflicted;
Don’t let greed fester in your hearts any longer.
Now is the time; make the wrong right!”
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Notes:
1) Laramie Treaty (1868): The Laramie Treaty of 1868 established the “Great Sioux Reservation,” which included ownership of the Black Hills located in present-day South Dakota, U.S.A.
2) Indian Appropriations Act of 1876: The Indian Appropriations Act of 1876 was called “Sell or Starve” by the Sioux. The Act cut off rations for the Sioux until they ceased hostilities and relinquished the Black Hills to the government of the United States.
3) Agreement of 1877: The Agreement of 1877 allowed the U.S. government to officially (and forcefully) take away the Black Hills and relocate the Sioux onto Indian reservations. The lands were then opened to settlement and mining without negotiating with the First Nations people.
There is no record of the transaction of the Sioux selling the land to the United States government.
4) United States v. Sioux Nation of Indians (1980): In 1980, the United States Supreme Court ruled that the Black Hills had been illegally taken and that the Sioux should be compensated with a sum of $105 million for the Black Hills plus an additional $44 million for the land outside the Black Hills.
The Sioux Nation refused the payment and demanded that their lands be returned. They say the land is not for sale.
Are you concerned about me?
Yes I'm talking to you Daisy.
What should be done with him?
Our situation with Tom is very dim.
I don't think thats true.
You only loved me.
Now stop with this vile spew!
Come get in my golden car and let us flee.
I think you have some very definite ideas about what should be done with Tom!
And yes, next time I will remain calm.
Oh look out!
You hit her- quickly take that route!
So you think Myrtle's health might be at stake?
Well you shouldn't have run her over for God's sake!
Now you say you are shaking from this incident with the car.
Of course you are!
So now you say you want to be left alone...
Have you ever had a single moment's thought about my responsibilities?
Daisy I have pledged myself to your own!
I promised to fight off every man, to overcome all hostilities!
Daisy has it ever occurred to you that I have agreed to look after you?
That I have signed a letter of agreement, a contract!
For your sake my whole life is driven, myself made anew.
But I will wait for tomorrow- then, our union shall be made exact.