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Life is full of all kinds
frustrations all the day long
makes one uptight and edgy
finds you singing a sad song
Somebody may say a wrong word
puts you on real short fuse
which could spark so easy
wish could tell life please excuse
The worst is that awful temper
that simmers there deep below
even when you think it's licked
it rises up to tell you no
I'll frustrate you continually
Mr temper whispers in your ear
you are under my constant control
this battle causes many a tear
On my knees often to pray
seeking deliverance is the cry
may this victory be won
someday before I do die
(just a few thoughts on some of the frustrations of life and the effects that they can have on all of us.)
Fundamentalists have misinterpreted the wise men,
Magnified them and blown up their faith in god,
Claim that the magi had an epiphany, heard from above,
In searching for, analysing and interpreting the nexus odd.
So what’s the real story of the wise men,
Because it’s they who had societal eyes,
They were listened to and very much respected,
By the many, the productive and the whys.
There was something going on, a wave, a tide,
To initiate socialisms feeling, equalising bride,
Which let the poor and the working citizen,
Be treated medically as they did not ever sin.
A rebel was born not through experience, but by birth,
To parents out with the marriage contract,
Whose bond was love with natural affection,
And who reared the child on such an astute fact.
The wise men understood Jesus beginnings,
Accepted their power to enable his work and carvings,
And balanced his parents sexual immorality,
By giving reputation, a promise for him to be god on high.
The magi, as Zoroastrians, believed in free will,
That actions are completely yours, not gods,
Not prompted, divine, suggested or derived,
But yours to enjoy or for you to suffer from your frauds.
So as wise men they advocated themselves,
As the finders of the messiah of the jews,
As his pronouncers and original validators,
As the hinters of his apparent short fuse.
I was always taught, right through childhood,
That god told the wise men where to go,
What stance to take about this needy child,
And how to interpret his parents certain know.
Zoroastrianism is the total explanation,
Of the people’s toleration of Jesus Christ,
And I posit that societal interpreters have secured,
Much sociology, which was by them allured.
My grandfather
Worked hard all his life
And died
When I was
Away.
I remember him
Sitting in the dark
By the kitchen stove
On cold winter nights
Rubbing his calloused hands
Over and over again
Not saying a word
To anyone
Listening to the voices on the outside
Whistling in the winter wind.
Once I walked
In by mistake
Breaking the silence
I asked what he was thinking about
Nothing he said
The his voice changed
Listen to me son
Everyone has a lesson
To learn in life
You’re young now
But later on
You’ll need to know
When to grab life
In your own two hands
And shake it
Until you get
What you want.
The sudden anger
In his voice
Startled me like a
Short fuse in the night
And I ran from him.
Grandfather didn’t work during winter
It was too cold he said
The need
To work more
To buy more
Never suited him.
What he needed was nearby
A pair of old work boots
A jacket carelessly slung
Over a chair
A pair of cotton twill pants from better days
And a bottle of brandy.
For him, winter was
Meeting old friends
After Sunday Church
Congregating in the park
In small groups
Standing their ground
Against all outsiders
On days when the snows receded
And winter’s end seemed close.
Some rested on canes
Others stood tall
Survivors of another winter
Arguing politics
Talking about this and that
And how well their grown up children were doing.
Life can go on without us
They seemed to say
To the empty park
And the gray skies
We will meet again one day
But for now
We’ll stay here until the sun goes down
And winter returns.
Let the final countdown begin
Proxy war in Afghanistan
Saudi Arabia vs. Iran
India vs Pakistan
Sunni vs Shia
The 38th divide of Korea
China taking over the sea
As the US debt is skyrocketing
Militaries expand
Droughts and famine in farmlands
Christian exodus from the middle east
Refugees from the lack of peace
Annexations by Russia
No one screams in hysteria
Pocket nukes are ok to use
Mankind has a short fuse
One, two, three, four, five
What to do to stay alive
To simplify, put your head between your legs
And kiss your *** goodbye
God, please hold our hand
The world is sinking in quicksand
Angry, greedy statesmen
Sounding the drum of the horsemen
Artificial intelligence
Climate change and mass surveillance
With two minutes left to midnight
Listen for the sound
Drop the beat, hit the ground
Dynamite as bright as daylight
Signaling for help with a flashlight
Playing the rave, igniting the night
The blasting wave, in the grave, later love
Smitten with the fireworks above
The nuclear deterrent is gone
Nothing but an oxymoron
The plight of mankind fight
Cockroaches become the spotlight
As they write what happened at midnight
February 7, 2018 - Updated 5/14/2019
For Emile Pinet
Contest The doomsday clock 2 minutes to midnight
Form:
Everywhere we see the signs,
Unstable, Fragile, Caution;
So why don't people have such signs,
So folks know to take precautions.
For some folks have a real short fuse,
That's sometimes unsuspected,
And when we step on tender toes,
The reactions unexpected.
Other folks can play and tease,
And make jokes all day long,
But if you do the same to them,
You'll find that you were wrong.
With this in mind I leave you with,
Some wise and sage advice.
When dealing with most folks my friend,
Some can be un-nice.
'Cause some folks have a temper,
And unthinking oft unfair;
So no matter what your dealings,
Caution - Handle With Care.
1/15/23
Always toking strong
A continual breeze blowing on
Meanwhile a lot kept going wrong
Over petty things they were so fond
Forming such a close bond
Among all these neutrons and protons
A lot done in a week
Answers found where rivers meet
It is bittersweet
Continual pandemonium
They remained saltier than sodium
Placing unfit things on a podium
In a world full of petroleum
Floors lined with linoleum
Also flowers that can be made into opium
It had nothing to do with teapots
In person not just by screen shots
Experienced firsthand and seen lots
Climbed to the tree tops
Then I started to speed off
No matter if endlessly she mocks
Saw right through it and noticed all the weak spots
Why is it that people do or don't believe in GOD?
Been occurring for Eons
Just proceed on
Keep calm
In the background endless distant whispers
As people portray an accurate or different picture
I constantly am smoking THC and sipping liquor
No love found just some veggies and a chicken dinner
Similar or traditions differ
A lot in the world harmless or a vicious killer
I was often able to win with vigor
Sometimes had a short fuse but a long distance swimmer
They've got bad intentions and much to pay
It can be done in a few ways
Near and far from any statue of Guadalupe
No concern over why do they
Regardless of what all these fools say
It's going down round the clock , sometimes seconds too late
Close or way off from any blue jay
Onto a new day
Among all these species
With foul intentions worse than left out feces
Causing harm by cheap means
I thought peace seemed
Like the better answer but they just spread it like cream cheese
Above and below these trees with green leaves
Became friends with queen bees
Went down to depths of beyond a thousand and sixteen leagues
Continually we bleed
Does anyone notice the end to people and a message that he or she leaves?
The world's changing so fast
that my forever dreams no longer last.
Time swiftly slipped away:
for only yesterday
I felt life was all play,
while all those moments now lie in the past.
My hair is mostly gone;
old age advances with each breaking dawn.
I can no longer run,
and I've no time for fun;
friends have dwindled to none;
I've learned that I am no king, I'm a pawn.
Cell phones befuddle me,
I find their complex screens too small to see.
And they connect online;
while most would say that's fine,
I can't even use mine.
And what's an alternate reality?
I am yesterday's news,
just a cranky old man with a short fuse.
And I'm telling the truth,
for it doesn't take a sleuth
to see I've spent my youth;
and it's left me with a case of the blues.
Got a short fuse
Got a heart to abuse
With what you call romance
I refuse to dance the dance
Of trying to love someone
Who will always run
Away from me
Even if they
See me for who I am
A struggling man
With a hole in his chest
Looking like he's got nothing left
No heart and desires
Just burnt out fires
And a deep dark hole
Deep down in his soul
Life full of love
More like a life full of pain
It's truly a shame
That I might love someone
Who doesn't love me
In the same way
I guess I'm fine with
Not giving my heart away
I won’t be mad
I won't be sad
I'll be humble
And I'll be neutral
The States are a total mess
and crumbling under the stress.
Trump has nuclear access,
yet he attacks the free press.
Turning his back on progress,
he touts the value of coal.
And crumbling under the stress,
the President sold his soul.
When Trump chose heroes to mock,
the country slipped into shock.
Now democrats vote to block,
and congress is in gridlock.
Republicans are all talk
and can't pass a healthcare bill.
The country slipped into shock
this; wasn't the people's will.
Alternative truths confuse,
reality's now fake news.
And many quite simply choose
to ignore facts that accuse.
Now, a man with a short fuse;
commands the military.
When reality's fake news,
it can be very scary.
(Rhyme)
11/10/2017
Is this my moment of clarity or another illusion
It's hard to fight a battle when it feels like you keep losing
I question would it be best if I had a short fuse or try to just defuse this
Sometimes it's useless and with knowing that, some choose to abuse this
An eye for an eye, it's hard to tell if we are even on the same side anymore
the rumors are true when it rains it pours
But that's what happens when you keep knocking on the wrong door
I can only speak for self and the way I felt
It's an eye for an eye, I never did switch sides
but this is what happens when the worst out the best people collide