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Man was born to make things happen
the universe finally had enough
After expanding and exploding for eons
was time to get answers about some stuff
With no end in sight a resolution was needed
as the fireworks just wouldn’t stop
Space, light, and dust, kept repeating
even gravity sometimes went pop
So what better than human imagination
to put in place a plausible fix
With paradoxes spinning out of control
mans mind was chosen to mastermind tricks
One way or another we find solutions
insane chaos is never allowed
Deus ex machina, fills in blank spaces
and it works, but never say this aloud
So for now the universe is happy
in a man made oblivious state
Leaving us to our own devices
with the burden of explaining it’s fate
Of course stars continue to go nova
and that’s ok we ride along
Passing the buck to a creator
God picks up pieces, when things go wrong
The moral of this story may appear obscene
to make humanity the middleman of sense
But without us who else can ponder
an infinite void, and questions so immense
Oh ye of little faith, I see a God no doubt
perhaps different from the one you praise
Mine is evident through conscious perception
in plain sight, No! just slightly out of phase
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In Preparing children for the adult world,
There is no better game to teach them than pass the parcel,
No better game to show them that we live in a caring world.
And when they reach adulthood in our caring world,
It will easy for them to exchange a buck for the parcel,
And add one more rule to make it in the adult world,
You do not treat the buck like a parcel.
No, passing the buck,
Is a better way of making it in the adult world,
As is, not the system to buck.
And never getting caught in the adult world,
Holding the buck.
For the advanced player,
Passing over as few bucks as possible,
For a parcel,
Of land that is profitable,
Is the ultimate goal for an advanced player,
Who knows who to leave holding the buck.
When confessions are needed and due in course,
Mine may leap ahead to the front of the line.
As if my superpowers have given me new wings,
And where I can admit to , not decline.
So then I kneel and bow my head asking,
For some forgiveness of the time in between.
Since it seems like a month of Sundays have passed by,
From the last time that was to intervene.
After passing the buck of guilt to Father time,
The admissions soon point towards solitude.
As if my lack of commitment and community,
Was not my own, but all others attitude.
Yet my thoughts soon reflect causing concession,
Taking ownership for all the misdeeds.
Only then did I notice my burden lifting,
As if my prayers directly answered my needs.
This was the moment where grace fell upon me,
And where forgiveness took over for all sin.
Even though my efforts will try not to repeat them,
My history shows I learn slowly, so I'm likely to begin again.
Does it matter?
The future of our country, our world, the billions we're destined to create
Legacies built on humble ground form concrete jungles our sun cannot appreciate
Generations past saw less importance to sustain
Industry took place of sowing each vital grain
Filth fills our oceans, scatters the lands, and litters impressionable minds
More attentive equals more aware, requiring us to read between the lines
Willed to us great power and ever evolving ignorance
A choice to conform and ignore or seek out reverence
Generations ahead we cannot fathom have a future dependent on your uneducated selection
So many youth remain unaffected refusing to follow our direction
Unaware of Time as years are carefully woven thru deaths spindle
Spend wisely should apply to all which may eventually dwindle
Mother Nature will undoubtedly tire and she too, as us all, will expire
Be careful to Heed her warnings as they continually transpire
Passing the buck is no longer a valid option
Ambivalence is man made, a deadly concoction that will prove to be our most potent toxin
Extinction is not a myth, do you have dinosaurs as your neighbor?
Did you go to school with t-Rex smith?
sorry to say that your beliefs aren't relevant but who cares where you go in the end if all you left behind were empty cans and a big screen television.
It is a gift to exist, yet it's taken for granted, to really live we must embrace vision.
Preceded by people who changed everything but even the bravest of brave were only highly reactive.
This world we've been handed can only be changed by actions deemed as proactive.
We live in a bubble that we blindly assume is indestructible.
Well informed fools continue their path, blithely ignoring the undeniable.
Do you not feel mortal?
It's clear to some but many can not see the extensive damage we've done
Signs are everywhere, the challenge will be the years to come
An urgent call to action, thinkers and doers are among the highest in demand.
Open your eyes to what can be done,
Inspire your children to lend a tiny, yet capable hand.
Or choose to perpetuate civil destruction by sticking your head back in the sand
Wild hands
Touch wonder
The Earth shook
I heard thunder
...fault line
Angry words
Whipped about
Lashed at silence
I heard a shout
...fault line
Salty residue
Throat sensation
Music halted
Willing participation
...fault line
Personalities surface
Crazy run a muck
Responsibility dodged
Just passing the buck
...fault line
Working it out
Healing the fracture
Knocking down beams
To restore the structure
...earthquake
It's over
Leveled, scared
No one to tell
About all my affairs
...demolished
Stay away
Don't come near
The TRUTH
Is what you fear
...the New Earth is here
Written by Trudy Schrader on 01-18-2026
There are two main problems
In this troubled world today
One is the pandemic
That refuses to go away.
The reason why this virus decided to stay
Is because the powers that be
Are determined to have their way
In handling this situation
They don't seem to have a clue.
Passing the buck to each other
Is all they seem to do
They take no responsibility
For the action, they are taking
Nearly every move they make
Is disaster in the making
Meanwhile this lethal virus
Is multiplying fast
Wondering I think
How much longer it can last
When will the dimwits
Come to their senses
And forget about the power
And start building fences
For every day there is a night.
For every wrong there is a right.
For every up there is a down.
For every smile there is a frown.
It's always darkest before the dawn.
For every pro there is a con.
Into each life some rain must fall,
But enjoy your life in spite of it all.
There are two sides to everything,
And no one knows what the future brings.
It does no good to expect the worst,
When people do that they create their own curse.
Don't waste your time and grumble and grouch,
And sit in a funk on the living room couch.
Life is already way too short,
To waste it on grumbles and growls and snorts.
You can build your own future and make your own luck,
By looking ahead and not passing the buck.
Have faith in God and the gifts He has given,
Don't worry 'bout dyin' just get busy livin'.
Cowardly this loathsome fellow
In old west they’d call him yellow
I guess that was his biggest flaw
Jealous greater than Othello
He wanted more, the more he saw
Hauling around his gaping jaw
What’s to come of this man of greed
Lied until his scruples were raw
He stole from innocents in need
It would run green if he did bleed
So a deal with the devil struck
To warnings he refused to heed
After years of passing the buck
It seems this man ran out of luck
His broker dragged him down to hell
One more trade up a sleeve to pluck
Scamming incoming clientele
He found a job he could do well
Now he is Satan’s man in charge
Of telemarket personnel
There is one word that can be the guide for your life--
it is the word
reciprocity.
Pearl Buck
There are several synonymous words
co-arising feelings
needs
co-gravitating wants
personal and social integrity
political and economic synergy
neurological and psychological
ecological and theological
That can guide life v death,
health v pathology
cooperative wealth v competitive disinvestment
regeneration v degeneration
love v despair
impression v depression.
These include words of passion--
Compassion
co-passion
passion story
impassioned v dispassioned v mispassioned.
E. O. Wilson speaks of biological Consilience
where linguists and political historians
recall co-gravitating Creolization,
peaceful co-enculturation,
rather than patriarchal greedy excesses
of one-power sided colonization.
Neuro-psychologists,
more positive pro-health
than negative anti-pathologists,
recommend Resilient-Resonance.
Ecologists and theologians
prefer sustainably regenerative ego-centers
and eco-systems.
Bicameral neurologists
commune left with right hemisphere
harmonic wants with feelings
for compassionate therapeutic communication.
Communication therapists
and mediators
speak out and listen up
for Enthymematic communication,
curiously and courageously opaque
and dual dark
reflective absence of cognitive-affective
left-right dissonance.
Priests
and Preachers
and Teachers invoke secular/sacred
natural/spiritual communion
communication
community
cooperative economics
and win/win political theology
preparing us to receive mysterious Transubstantiation
regeneration
creolization
resilient compassion,
polyphonic rhapsody,
polypathic reciprocity,
More like co-investing with Buck
than passing the buck.