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I stepped out of the house and walked across the tracks
And hurried to the supermarket to get a quick snack
Cars were running up and down the street
and I could still feel my anxious heart beat
The temperature had subsided and the afternoon was divided
I was somewhat disappointed but not elated
A compromising spirit overshadowed me and wounded my dignity
Hardly anyone was walking around frustration and fear have embattled
the environment forcing some to lock up inside and peep behind curtains
The community was having a festival but the mood was somber and strained
Everything looked bleak and sadness perfumed the fragile street
A sense of disconnect and unwelcome ness penetrated the air
But I entered the supermarket without a feeling of despair
The stalker in the parking has changed his red cap to an orange cap
As I approached he dodged behind the outer column while I passed on the interior
The parking lot was a bit crowded but had little to do with the customers
Shoppers moved about to fro but some did not have anywhere to go
I grabbed a loaf of bread and a tin of corn and I rushed outside
and crossed the road to the other side
Suddenly the police raced up the street as if they got a urgent call
I stood on the side walk and gazed at the pink flowers hanging over
They lined the top and bottom of the street absorbing the strange heat
They too have a story to tell and they will tell it very well
Looking from a distant they looked like cherry blossom but close up
they are summer flowers not Spring flowers
I ended this curiosity and continue to walk towards my home
As I stepped on the side walk I saw something colorful ran from the house
and buried itself in the grass in front of me
I felt a bit odd but not stupefied
I stared at the grass but there was no movement
I stomped at the side and a blue tail lizard with the golden stripes
emerged and glanced at me than crawled away.
The blue tail lizard had a message for me
But and I don't know what it wants to tell me.
I recently watched a documentary on savants
In particular, Daniel Tammet, whose mathematical abilities
As well as other astounding mental capabilities
Will not only blow your mind
You'll probably say to yourself, “this is some kind of trickery
What he does is impossible for the human brain to comprehend”
Yet when matched against a computer
He is able to do calculations up to 100 decimal places in his head
Without a single number out of place
He is also able to learn a new language within a week
And then appear on television and carry on a conversation
In that language with ease to the utter astonishment
Of those conducting the interview
I'm aware there are skeptics out there... but THIS IS REAL
At twenty-something he possesses extraordinary mental abilities
That defy all logic or comprehension
If you're interested in watching this amazing documentary
The URL is https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z22H89rIMHk
If you saw “The Rain Man” starring Dustin Hoffman
You'll realize how accurate Mr. Hoffman's portrayal was
IT'S A MUST SEE!!!
© Jack Ellison 2014
Well I think it's about time once again
To thank all my friends here on the Soup
To let you all know how much you mean to this old duffer
For brightening up each and every one of my days
At this late stage in a very happy life
With your oh so kind, uplifting and encouraging words
Especially from all you dear sweet ladies
You continue to curl my toes and zip my zipper
Youse guys are appreciated too but sorry
You don't curl my toes OR zip my zipper
But you DO pop my buttons when I get a thumbs up
I've often thought, what would my life be like
If I was to call it quits... WHAT!!!
And leave all my sweet sweet lovable friends
NOT A FREAKING CHANCE!
You're stuck with me for the duration
1. Till I cash in my chips
2. Till my body assumes room temperature
3. Till I bite the bullet
4. Till I buy the farm
5. Till I climb over that last ridge
6. Till I'm food for the worms
7. Till I take a dirt nap
8. Till I take the last train to Memphis
9. Till my Internet crashes
10. Till I go “**** up”
So are you picking up what I'm putting down?
I AIN'T GOIN' NOWHERE!
© Jack Ellison 2014
"The Heart Worn Lips"
She wore her heart on her lips as she spoke
the white owl sitting on one shoulder hooting wisdom
the black crow perched on the other hidden in shadow cawing dark things
the voice made moderate in the in-between
rolling out into the aether words like dice
flying to land like black-winged strokes on a wholesome alabaster page
the meaning captured more in the intonation
than the visual puzzle left wide open and waiting unexplained
for the taste of luck in the silent air, in circles the hungry eyes ever watching
the heart worn in flight
the lips stop speaking
the mind takes over
no sound
endomorphism rings
Candide Diderot. ‘24
"Endomorphism rings always have additive and multiplicative identities, respectively the zero map and identity map."
“I can feel myself slowly fading from your mind.”
"Silence is the sleep that nourishes wisdom."
I have no longer believe in long-term resolutions , But I have more trust in short- term goals , Always keep one thing in your mind clearly. That your own brain child brings success is true .
Don't prioritize other people's resolutions , Say goodbye to your past unfulfilled goals , Embrace the new year resolutions firmly, New changes give birth to great determinations. .
I believe the new year brings new beginnings, Try to rise above the little things , which causes more hurdles in one's life , Always keep an eye on those tiny things .
Comrades, enjoy the previous little moments, Be patient and hear the elder's advices , Above all else, one thing you keep in your mind , To be kind and be a human being .
You went to war against America
the cost is just to great
your children lying dying
there's death upon your streets
Your death invade's America
it also doesn't win
their children lying dying
the world doesn't need
two wrongs do not create a right
two wrongs make life no better
instead it's death and dying
no one is better off
Children weep for mothers
fathers cry for sons
the people that have hurt you
they never really pay
Instead it's left for others
that never hurt your heart
the man that ordered death my friend
is not the one that pays
instead it's some ones mother
you put into the grave
the cost of firing missile's
time and time again
in truth depletes your budget
destroying your good name
your children and their parents
can't get a bloody job
you have destroyed the company's
you have destroyed the cogs
the money making systems
you need to feed the dog
the water, phones and tv's
all suffer from your bombs
instead you should be working
creating peace and love
instead of wasting money
on all the things above
perhaps the weapon company
is making millions now
I'd prefer that we made nappy's
and happy little sprog's
the worlds losing customers
cause they don't have a job.
Good Trouble
Shorty, and Curly came to live,
with papa after mama passed away.
They were not worried,
They were thrilled to have a “home”.
An old place for him,
A new place for them,
Yet together…, family.
Mama watches now from up above,
in heaven way up high.
She approves as they chew his shoes,
And make runny poo’s…
Her sweet laughter can be heard,
in the breeze…,
that passes from the kitchen window,
to the back door,
and out again,
to the big meadow.
That pretty place,
the green park where they laughed.
Now,
the new threesome laughs too.
Mama is happy.
Some people say that they will not believe unless they see God’s face.
Some people say that if God is real, he’s not involved in this human race.
Some people say that if God exists, why does he allow destruction and waste?
Some day I will see God’s face, but for now in this finite shell, I rather not.
Some remain unconvinced, but without God, we would have perished by now.
Some maintain a lack of faith; I maintain that God’s love for them is no less.
Though I have not seen God, yet in another way, I did see him up close, just the other day.
There is a Christian lady whose home I was in, and I noticed certain things she had on display.
First, I must add that her house is well organized, well kept, and so filled with peace, I must say.
There were beautiful and meaningful pictures on her wall.
There were three of them staring at me as I walked along the hall.
Their message to me was clear, and if one listens, it’ll speak to all.
I saw a picture of water and hills and clouds, so much a part of God’s creation.
There was a picture in golden tones with the words, “ The Light Of The World”. And I saw a picture of creation, The Sistine Chapel by Michelangelo.
No, I did not see God face to face; and what I saw on the wall will always leave a trace, because in the heart of that Christian lady, I saw God’s grace.
022108 cj PS
In a world twice-walled, of crystal clear,
A space unseen, a prison of fear.
Between two panes, a fly, held fast,
No egg was laid, no shadow cast.
A sudden blink, from there to here,
A puzzle spawned, to quell the tear.
Why was he placed in this glass tomb?
A silent jest, a sunlit room.
The panes so close, a breath away,
Where heat would build throughout the day.
The air grew thick, the world compressed,
A tiny heart beat in its chest.
A wave of fear, a buzzing dread,
Trapped in a space for what was dead.
But in that fear, a spark took hold,
A story waiting to be told.
For he was not some common drone,
On legendary wings he'd flown.
A legacy of grit and might,
Who turned from darkness to the light.
"I can do all," the thought took flight,
"And conquer this eternal light!"
This glassy cage would not decide,
The fate of one with so much pride.
An engine roared within his soul,
To make his fractured body whole.
The escape began, a frantic beat,
Wings flapped to an impossible feat.
A thousand times the normal pace,
He'd drill himself from this dreadful place.
Like corkscrew turning, sharp and fast,
A future from a painful past.
He put his head against the pane,
And pushed away the numbing pain.
His legs tucked in, a living drill,
He'd bend the glass to his own will.
A scraping sound, a tiny groove,
A body spinning, on the move.
Slowing cutting, grain by grain,
Ignoring all the dizzying strain.
Whip! It splintered. The glass gave in,
To let the outer world begin.
A twisting heat, a focused mind,
He left the airless tomb behind.
He drove his weight against the rift,
A frantic, final, upward lift.
With ancient strength, a sudden shove,
Cast from the dark by light and love.
He was out! The world a blur,
A dizzy, disoriented whir.
He couldn't stop, the spin and dive,
Just trying to remain alive.
He slowed and slowed, the spin decreased,
His frantic, panicked mind released.
He fought to gather all his sense,
And break the hold of the intense.
At last, the world came into view,
A place to land, somewhere brand new.
He found a perch, a simple spot,
To ponder the great fight he'd fought.
A hero fly, who broke the glass,
And let the final moment pass.
Pt. 3
We lived in a house with many shadows that came and left frequently.
She called herself my caretaker. From small measures of her time, she taught me how to read, yet she never caressed me nor given me a kind word.
When I was younger, she sat me in front of the television while she shot fire into her veins or snorted white powder through her wide nostrils.
When she disappeared along with the shadows, the originator grew even more of a fiery beast, and my tears and pleas were ignored
I learned to remove myself from grief and emotions over the years and stay in my closet out of the way of him and the shadows that he invited into my bed.
Something happened to him.......
Maybe I grew wild with perplexity that dims the seasons of my life.
Ambiguity is a heavy boulder.
I raked at my arms and thighs.
The blackness chased away the sun, and my eyelids felt heavy. I for once was thankful for the pills that were forced down my throat.
I will lay still in hopes of a dreamless night or a sleep that never end.
I have no wish for another dawn.
copyright 2007 Labyrinth of Life, a compilation of poems and short stories