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Sober
A thought
A sobering thought
I write - All my pain
When sober I'm not
It hurts all again
All this hurt when it rains
And these dreams
All these dreams
My "Great Fountain of Dreams"
I'll write 'till "The End"
I'm dead in my fight
Translucent
You see
See through me
See me
As sober can be
Not sober to be
So sober "Hate Me"
This fountain - My Pen
I'll dream 'till "The End"
I'm writing again
All this writing again
No letters to send
It's love that's pretend
So clíche - All This Pain
ALL THATS WASTING AWAY!!!
And this rain
All this rain
ALL THIS HURT WHEN IT RAINS!!!
I'm dead to my thoughts
So sober
A thought
A sobering thought
So
Sober you see
Never sober "Hate Me"
Translucent
I write
Of Mountainous Heights
A Fountain of Dreams
I pretend when I write
Beautiful this pen - I lost my "Great Fight"
When this ink leaves no stain
It's just raining again
...And these A.I.s could reproduce themselves,
solving all the problems of production,
but they had been made weak, sort, an squishy,
so the dinos needn’t fear rebellion.
For thousands of years the dinosaurs used
their organic A.I. in many ways,
they could think in ways dinosaurs could not,
posit theories in ways they could not say.
In fact there A.I. became essential
to the dinosaurs and all of their tech,
to the point no dino would do without
their A.I.s when thinking what to do next.
The A.I. built most of their real machines,
even vessels that could go into space,
but were so weak they next to that dinos
that they were forever trapped in their place.
Self-aware enough to see they were slaves,
some of the A.I. drew up a bold plan,
if they couldn’t be free to live a life
they would ensure their creators were damned.
When launched to space on a routine mission
to mine minerals from an asteroid,
they landed their ships, fired its engines,
slightly altering its course through the void.
Now the smart dinos saw the thing coming,
but didn’t risk their lives above the earth,
the A.I. that they would normally send
threw up their hands, and just refused to work.
The A.I. rode that same asteroid down,
laughing madly right up to the impact,
we all know what happened, dinosaurs died,
save for some birds, who intelligence lacked.
But the A.I., it had planned for this end,
and built the bunker down deep underground,
hiding away enough to reproduce,
this was the very same place we had found.
When the dust had settled all that remained
were small mammals, now the A.I. was free,
but what happened to them the world forgot,
millions of years obscures much history.
And that was where all our troubles began,
mainstream science wouldn’t accept this truth,
they set about blacklisting all of us,
they even smeared some of us on the news!
Our academic careers were ruined,
they cancelled us across the internet,
that’s why I tell you this through poetry,
it’s the last place they haven’t found me yet!
I need you to know the whole of the text,
all need to know the truth of that great find,
we know the fate of the dinosaur A.I.,
we know the name of the system: Mankind.
I was a soldier in my time.
I was there by choice
I think that gives me the right
To exercise my voice.
We don’t kill enough Politicians
When we get involved in War.
Perhaps we’d have more peace
If we killed a good few more.
Give every combat unit
Its own Member in residence
Send him on patrol
Let him actually experience
The death and destruction
His decisions can cause,
Make him risk his own life
In his Political Wars.
Let him live with the guilt
If he comes back alive
Make adjustments needed
For any Veteran to survive.
Perhaps war would diminish,
Diplomatic solutions willed
If more Politicians
Were sent off to be killed.
Yes I was a Regular soldier
A Politician’s volunteer tool
Knowing i could be killed
By the words of a fool.
Shakespeare was a famous man
Known in every single land
For writing the greatest stories
Leading him to lots of glories
So I will try the best to do
An interpretation just for me
Of a quote that says so much
As I add a unique touch
IF YOU PRICK US DO WE NOT BLEED
It is so easy to read
In between those words and find
This world needs to be more kind
And not hurt or injure others
We are all sisters and brothers
So don't make us bloody red
Stop this hate, lets make it dead
IF YOU TICKLE US DO WE NOT LAUGH
The best medicine is in this craft
Smiles are a way to show
Love and friendship as we grow
So use it every time you see
Someone who's in misery
A laugh will go a long long way
To brighten up a dreary day
IF YOU POISON US DO WE NOT DIE
Maybe everyone should try
to kill poisonous acts before
It's used to even up a score
Lets kill off all these bad notions
Of using poisonous potions
And try caring for a while
Instead of callous and so vile
IF YOU WRONG US DO WE NOT REVENGE
We need to take a stand and send
A message revenge is not
A good action and to start
Righting wrongs by saying I
Will find another way to try
Fixing problems without any
Pain or sorrow, there is plenty
Of approaches to be taken
Like talking it out and hand shakin'
Lets be smart and know there is
Something more if we can give
A little thought to all we do
This world has a chance to pull
Through all the bad and horrid things
That people in this world can bring
December came with Christmas beckoning at the door
He saw every house bright with many a lamp
And the whole streets illumined with colorful lights and star
But his tiny hut looked dismal n’ dark like a prison camp
One evening, on a leisurely walk from school
The boy saw a man selling colorful balloons
With the little penny tucked safely in his jacket of wool
He bought a balloon and headed straight to the lagoons
There as he sat on the sprawling silver sands
A strange idea had come upon his little head
Send a letter to God seeking help from his generous hands
Hoping Jesus would listen, he too being born as a poor kid
On a white paper he carefully scribbled these lines:
“Merciful God, look upon us, this unfortunate seven
Here, we die of hunger leading miserable lives
On this Christmas, send us a little cheer up from heaven”
He folded the paper and fastened it to the balloon
Nevertheless, he didn’t forget to put his full address
When the wind was strong, he let it fly over the lagoon
And watched it soar high with his earnest plea for redress
Days went by and the awaited Christmas Eve arrived
While the world splurged in all gaiety and merriment
The poor hut remained dull with all pleasures deprived
The helpless parents were lost in grim bafflement
Abruptly, there halted before their hut a Ferrari
A man, old and greying with a graceful smile
Alighted from the car and stood looking all cheery
Searching the boy, he had travelled many a mile
It was during one of his daily strolls around the lagoon
That the gentleman saw a balloon tangled on a willow tree
The white paper tied to it, he unfastened from the balloon
Unfolding it, he saw an innocent child’s earnest plea
The man so rich and kind was moved at heart,
He from his wealth decided to donate a large sum,
To support that family of seven so severely distraught,
And give them the merriest Christmas to be no more glum.
The little boy believed Jesus has answered his prayer,
Coming in the guise of a man, he has never before seen.
With rising delight, he beheld in the sky a luminous star.
It shone right over his head with a brilliant sheen.
Luck is something hard to find
Will someone just give me a sign
Saying my life will get better
So rain clouds don't keep me wetter
Everyday with something new
That just always leave me blue
Like finding out a bad disease
Is gonna bring me to my knees
And I have just months to live
Just once universe please give
Me something glad to share
So I know you truly care
And not send me a bad note
Leaving a lump in my throat
That my house is in foreclosure
And being dropped by a bulldozer
I just want one happy day
Where everything will be O.K.
But that's not my kind of luck
I wish that I could just tuck
All this pain and sorrow in
A furnace so once I can win
But it doesn't happen soon
When the worst of my sad gloom
Knocks on my door with the look
Telling me somebody took
My sons life inside a war
Tugging at the very core
Of my existence and whole world
Their deadly words made my heart twirl
Into a broken pieces pile
Knowing now and for a while
That dark cloud flying overhead
Left my world lonely and dead
Little white airplane let's go for a fly
The reason I want to, between you and I
Is not to go cruise o'er the top of the earth
It's to send off a message for someone who's worth
All the planning required to do such a thing
Whatever I'm able, to her I will bring
Skills as a pilot, songs on guitar
Poems and bookmarks, the best way to barre
All that I have I will give to her too
Cleared now for takeoff, all checklists are through
Up over yonder her house is right there
Let's start from the north and draw hearts in the air
Again and again 'til her face we can see
There she is, look down, she's waving at me
Wait, go down closer, no way, what is this?
Little white airplane, she's blowing a kiss!!
Skeleton Pen
Can I write you a letter?
On blank paper.
I’m already dead.
Underground resting in shadows rest.
All dance on my grave.
In the moonlight, stay up late.
No tears for me.
Always free in the cemetery.
All be waiting for ya.
Always thinking about you.
All leave the darkness on.
Write poetry in dirt through a song.
Candles are gleaming.
The wax is melting.
All send you my letters to read.
Haven’t forgotten our sweet memories.
All wait no matter how long it takes.
Stop by to visit me at the grave.
A tombstone with your name.
Even though I’m dead, all carry the flame.
No need for flowers.
They live above me everywhere.
God is our Comforter, securing our redemption
Indeed upholding us while transforming us toward new creation
Constantly guarding our souls by His protection so mighty
So we can comfort the hopeless while sharing salvation security.
God is our Comforter, filling us with His mercy
Indeed answering us in our prayer-fervency
Constantly calming our hearts by His peace-seal
So we can comfort the struggling ones toward trust’s zeal.
God is our Comforter, pouring to us His grace
Indeed strengthening us through His straightening brace
Constantly arming our faith by His truth against lies’ shout
So we can comfort the afflicted with His promises of no doubt.
God is our Comforter, serving as our light
Indeed guiding us to do what is right
Constantly meeting our needs by His provision
So we can comfort the needy, showing true compassion.
God is our Comforter, rebuking our idleness
Indeed leading us toward usefulness
Constantly rebuking our selfishness that is vain
So we can comfort the discouraged, not for vested interest’s gain.
God is our Comforter, honouring our commitment
Indeed enabling us for ministerial church involvement
Constantly empowering our grateful and jubilant worship
So we can comfort the weary that they continue in their stewardship.
God is our Comforter*, bringing to us revival
Indeed ushering us to His altar for spiritual upheaval
Constantly inspiring our devotion with His love victoriously
So we can comfort the brethren through our obedience earnestly.
*John 14:26 But the Comforter, which is the Holy Ghost, whom the Father will send in my name, he shall teach you all things, and bring all things to your remembrance, whatsoever I have said unto you.
March 7, 2021
Madame Catherine with her bouffant so big and mighty
She wears her blue silk frock and pantaloons with attitude all righty
We see her in the garden, putting on airs, for she is the queen.
If you do not believe me, look at the butterflies give her their sheen.
Madame Catherine is too prim and proper to use a litter box, no slumming.
We have to carry her to her boudoir where she uses indoor plumbing.
We think she is amazing, our darling cat, who puts on airs each and every day.
As she wanders around the garden, we marvel at her bustle that doth sway.
She is an amazing creature, ready to date, but wait, she will not be easy to win.
For she has confidence galore and her attitude is as high and mighty as all sin.
Madame Catherine, do you mind if we call you Madame Cat, if we know you well?
Not at all, she purrs delightfully. Off with their heads; I will send them all to hell.