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This is a story of parents raising three children, a wonderful adventure you have to know
Children are brought into this world by a loving couple who are planting seeds to help them grow
Raising a family in today's world is no easy chore
A future of fun and games is surely in store
Balancing of work and family. patience is required, a science in itself
Bedlam on this rainy day, a mess everywhere with books flying off the shelf
Looks like another round of bargaining is about to begin
Negotiations with children is a long drawn out fight, getting them to listen consider it a win
Kids turn into grownups somewhere along the way
Take the time to listen to them you may be surprised at what they have to say
Lives you have created and soon you will set them free
All your hard work raising them is about to pay off, you just have to wait and see
i think they expected blood
when they first cut him
with their razor sharp piano wires
wrong
ink not blood cells flowed
poems and stories
plays, essays and jokes
his ideas
her thoughts spilled unto the streets
covered the concrete
the pavement too
each and every dash of white
that mark the roads
a verse became
first one and then another
lined up
in a chaotic
disciplined
structured
straight
double line
the yellow lines bucked
fought like wild stallions
but eventually she won
and he corralled them into simple thoughts
they came looking for death
they found us
we don’t bleed
i warned them
they are
morally
blind
deaf
dumb
they dare to raise a foil
the pen is
and always will be
mightier than the sword
the moral i fear
you can not
delete
satisfy
pay off
over feed
a taste for meat
humans came upon the earth violent
the species behave like vampire
left to their own devices
one day we would be down to one
and the winner is
we all know how that story ends
we will not let it happen
pens in hand
we will write
swirl
curl
punctuate
underline
we will strike the keyboard
like drums of peace
or
even speak through a microphone thing
we will win by any peaceful means
a ruthless peace
be afraid
be very afraid
we are armed
olive branches
words of love
poignant
full circle ideas
we are armed
with the word
one
en guard
The bastards who dole out abuse
Like seeing my neck in a noose
But they've only sewn
A razor-edged kidney stone
Which for them has pain to induce
Author's note: Abuse can be enforced poverty and economic unfairness, forced relocation, racism and discrimination, religious intolerance, rape, forced labor, abduction, a lack of peace (of mind) and numerous other things. Life shouldn't seem like it's happening in a concentration camp. People need to have dreams and hope and know that they can have a job and that work will pay off. Are these the root cause issues of unrest we should address, or do we just build a bigger set of fences everywhere and see what happens?
Hectic are the days cluttered are the thoughts
we have not got the time in life to pay for what we got
and if you don't have nothing your judged by those who caught
that must have and can't have help sickness that we were all taught
Does anyone ever stop to think (wait) of course not no time and if you do have time
you have no creditability ( trap ) because you have nothing or everything the latter will always
like things the way they are because being elite means those you promised you help are now threats
to your wealth. these are the lies you sale yourself to fill yourself with righteous entitlement
(Weaponized greed)
Do you know how the banks work and how credit is given you think they started themself not really
They have the Fed and other lenders who all grew to what they are by applying for loans under them
company logo you made payments their value grew and why you pay interest first so they can cover
the payments under their name if you miss the payment, they will take your belongings and sale them to profit obscenely when they could easily help but that idea is lost in layered management
and bottom lines.
Now that corporations are people and money is free speech, they did away with the only law that
allowed senators to be impeached meaning bribery is legal and what's so sad is they busted
up unions the only voice we had. now its all about money and the margin line it don't matter
they can save life's ask Studebaker he was before his time
there are transportation companies air and ground who could prevent death but the
research found that per quarterly earning not in the long run since we make so much so few die
per total then it's cheaper to pay off the families if the families can afford the lawyers
to help them point out their family didn't have to die.
So that's where we are in this part of the tangled web that needs to be straightened
and with better thread I need you to remember this one important part all though
we didn't willingly create it it is our fault because we could change it all we could make it right
but we dont because nice things they tell us we need in our lives.
I had heard about Cabbage Patch dolls, but now they are alive….
Growing in a garden near Winsted Ranch on Highway Five
They parted their leaves and began giggling when they were ready
Discovered last month by their benefactor, master gardener named Freddy.
He was fretting at the time about whether he could keep his farm going.
Not seeing at the time this is the way God had his future growing.
Now everyone and their partner wants a selfie with the Cabbage Patch dolls.
Freddy has made this into a destination place; he gets all kinds of calls.
Girl Scout Troops and Girls on the Run have him booked through twenty-six.
He has been able to pay off all of his debt, and is no longer in a “fix”.
Freddy is grateful to the Cabbage Patch dolls, he would like to keep them all.
“But we want to go with the girls!” They argue. This is their battle call.
Seven year old Boy with a dream
Aspiration to become a Senator one day
At an early age, the young boy needed to know how with the specifics
He tried doing research on his own, but didn’t quite know the fundamentals with concepts
Politics has terminology all its own
The young boy tried to practice, practice and even act like a Senator
He didn’t have the formation stance that a Senator has
He needed to know what exactly how to serve his community
There was a Senator in his area
The young lad would often pass a Senator’s office, and this time would step in
The Elected Senator saw the youngster and asked could he help him
The young lad responded, “He wanted to be a Senator one Day, and wanted some pointers”
The Elected Senator responded with that is a tall order, and stated it takes commitment
The young boy had determined in his eyes, and the elected Senator saw where the young boy was serious
The Elected Senator explained the responsibility, legislative, and guidelines
The young lad was intrigued
Politics was being a captivation along with debates
The young boy now knew more and more about structural of politics and was now getting the basics
The teachings rolled on and on
Time has transpired, and now the young lad was now 17
That’s a long way from 7
The experience gained through Politics theory was starting to pay off
Wisdom and knowledge expel
Grown man with an ambition and was ready for the task being a mission set up and set out
His political campaign was a strategy to get votes and live his dream from the beginning in being an elected Senator and stepping on the floors of the Capitol in Washington, DC
It was election day, and the votes will be counted
Low and behold, the young then to now being the grown man getting the overwhelming vote to be an Elected Senator for his community
Thanks to “Thanks to WE THE PEOPLE” who put him in
Imagine one dream
Possibilities in one thought
One Elected Senator being the Mentor and Teacher
Victory making all happen in one aspect.
No one's here to catch me while I fall
Trust fall...shatters my hope...
Trusting you...made me lose hope
Made me lose grip of the rope of hope
Plant in me thoughts of joy
Repair me, for I'm a broken toy
I'm a lonely, scared and happy-go-lucky boy
I was a lovely child in His eyes
But, Satan saw my weaknesses and took me for granite
The sins looked me
Straight in the eye
Straight in the eye
Watch me take wing
Watch me take wing
I wish I could fly
FLY like the birds,
Caught in the motion of the ocean-like sky
Words escape my lips
You took the words straight out of my mouth
My heart slowly rips
As tragedy's sting takes over my body...
My faith is as far as north to south
Give me peace...
Give me strength
To run the extra mile
Let me smile for a while
Give me a reason to overcome these waves of emotions
I hate the world and its countless commotions
Help me, Lord of Accord
Save me...I have to pay for my sins
And some of them I can't afford
I can't afford to pay off my emotional debts...
Show me the way that I should GO
Don't tell me...please don't tell me
To go with the flow ~~ ~~ ~~
(SHTILL IN THE EDITING WORLD)
-I thought the Lord maybe meant to be mistreated-
I thought it has nothing to do with me
when I saw the Lord rolling in the dust agonizing
flogged by a Roman soldier; I was witnessing that
razor sharp lash cutting into His flesh felt not pangs of remorse.
When I was witnessing the Lord crawling on the raggedy way
leading to Calvary, wearing a crown of thorns, carrying a cross.
The Lord hardly opened His eyes because the blood from His forehead
entered to smart His eyes, He fell on the ground because of the weight
of the cross. Nonetheless, I thought it has nothing to do with me but it was
His own lot that He has to deal with.
When He cried out loudly for Father’s helping hands
from the cross, I was just another bystander who was thinking that
the Lord was a man who was forsaken by God and men; therefore,
I thought, He alone had to get right with His own destiny.
At the moment of the last breathe of the Lord
my eyes and His eyes met in the air:
“O my poor daughter!” His eyes seemed to imply,
“my bottomless sympathy towards you presses upon me
as an unbearable burden heavier than this cross.
I am taking all these mockeries, mistreatment and pains
only because I love you deeply my daughter, I am dying alone
as a forsaken soul only because I want to pay off all of your debts.”
For the first time, at that moment, I perceived that
I shouldn’t let it happened to my Lord, I shouldn’t
let Him go this way, but I should stretch my arms
to embrace the suffering Lord.
The Lord was gone with the unsightly horrible state,
you underwent insufferable miseries because of my flaws,
you alone, filled a cup with your tears because of my sins
and drank it, your limbs were torn to pieces because I was
wandering in the field of the fallen.
Mr Two step in the name of fame
I regret putting a foot onto your set
I should not of accept all the abuse and lies
That came with fame
Hearing your name only makes me upset and a shame
You know when we first met
I had to bend and sweat to pay off a debt
Lord, I regret putting a foot onto your set
You believed you were a vet
You treated me like your pet
You inflicted harm and threats
You even made dirty bets
Played R/B cassettes just to get horny and wet
Mr Two Step now whose upset
These bruises and scars one could never forget
You played a vicious game of roulette
I bet you will now learn to regret
Bringing me onto your set
It's your turn to bend and sweat don't be upset
Just pray and don't fret
In the dire moments of constant fear,
anyone can sense danger from all sides...
wondering if this is our final chapter,
or the continuation of more absurd lies!
I sold my gold to pay off some hefty bills:
a bracelet and a chain I wore at gala parties;
I agreed to a lesser price and feel at peace...
kicking off many worries to the lowest degree!
I asked the bearded guy behind the glass window,
how much they were worth trying to make a deal;
he looked at me and with a raspy voice not so genteel,
" To be honest they aren't worth much, poor fellow! "
He handed me one hundred dollars
enough to survive a few miserable days;
I walked away unhappily, I was ripped off...
yesterday it felt good being an admired toff!
I sold my gold feeling deprived of excessive pride,
it served a purpose but it left much emptiness inside;
greed is not the rule we must live by: gold is a wealth
well-earned, but it can't save us from destined death!