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“Go west young man”, the neighbors said; but they wisely stayed at home.
From pianoforte to pianoforte, saloon to saloon, town to town I roam.
Surrounded by Phillistines, “soiled doves”, cowpokes, and dullards,
Gamblers, dealers, dance hall girls, and other assorted drunkards.
If a fellow’s feeling generous, he might leave something in my jar,
Or even offer me a drink of the “good stuff” behind the bar.
I guess my fortune can be made where folks are hot, dry, and thirsty,
Playing sad songs on old pianofortes that are musty, dusty, and rusty.
I grew up playing Beethoven, Chopin, Bach and Wagner.
The only songs these cretins know are all by Stephen Foster.
A gambler in a pink silk shirt once asked for a Franz Lizt tune.
I was so surprised, I fell off my chair, to the amusement of the room.
The “faded rose” smells like a horse, and looks the worse for wear.
But if a few more drovers buy me beers, I probably will not care.
If I should wake up next to her, I won’t know what to say.
But she’ll just pretend to be asleep as I quietly slip away.
Through hazes I might recognize a face; or maybe they all look the same.
But in town’s like Rotgut, last night’s best friend won’t remember your name.
I hope someday, somewhere I’ll find a good pianoforte in tune--
But that’s something I’ll probably never find in a one-street town saloon.
If they don’t happen to catch my name, “Eighty-Eight Fingers” will usually do;
That’s all any of them remembers anyway, after they’ve had a few.
A man alone is such a small thing
To face a world with hungers
Is not as easy as it seems
His heart and mind are torn between
The Word of God and what he see's
His heart can waver and follow the mind
Fears and worries multiply in time
In the word it says we should fear not
Surrounded by troubles the Word is forgot
A man by day is something else at night
Lust, hunger and greed takes flight
Featherless wings they stretch abroad
Soaring searching without lord
Any kind of hunger can make man steal
"Turn the other cheek" be for real
Maybe in heaven but not in this world
In certain places this make men girls
A man by himself is nothing alone
But a man with faith can stand on his own
Everyman is a failure in his own eyes
Everyfaith a failure till Redeemer finds
No man can do it by himself
A soul like a baby alone needs help
Choose wisely between faith and flesh
No matter what happenes
It's your fate and nothing less
The spirit is willing but the flesh is weak
Both sides of hunger still killing
While those who should be watching
Still sleep
February 18 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Deuteronomy 1-4
Key Verse– Deuteronomy 1:5-6 On this side Jordan, in the land of Moab, began Moses to declare this law, saying, The LORD our God spake unto us in Horeb, saying, Ye have dwelt long enough in this mount.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY LAW GIVER
Lord God, You are my law Giver, dwelling in my heart
Thank You for guiding me in my journey right from the start
While setting me in Your plan to do my entrusted part
Bearing me midst burden, protecting me from evil dart.
Lord God, You are my law Giver, discerning my discouragement
Thank You for searching me out from my sinful predicament
While settling me within Your revival-fulfillment
Building me up in Your abode’s contentment.
Lord God, You are my law Giver, directing my way
Thank You for providing for me every day
While strengthening me by Your compassion as I pray
Bringing me to Your victorious success-ray.
Lord God, You are my law Giver, defeating my anguish
Thank You for conquering me and my fears You extinguish
While melting me of my hard-headedness when in pride I languish
Bracing me with Your deliverance my soul gratefully distinguish.
Lord God, You are my law Giver, defending my testimony’s righteousness
Thank You for correcting me of my stubbornness
While fencing me around Your sanctifying holiness
Bending me to bow down before Your majestic gloriousness.
Lord God, You are my law Giver, defying my ignorance and folly
Thank You for teaching me Your Word, perfect constantly
While enlightening me with Your truth faithfully
Blessing me to learn from Your principles I can apply wisely.
Lord God, You are my law Giver, dwelling my heart for joyous worship
Thank You for directing me toward Your sweet fellowship
While showing me Your wonders midst Your omnipotent kingship
Being with me by Your loving presence and caring friendship.
February 18, 2023
I am the queen of self destruction.
Ritualistic Razor sharp scrutiny of my reflection -
constantly spewing hate at my mid-section,
whilst effortlessly faking the pursuit of perfection.
A crumbled up heart beckons restitution in the midst
of train-wrecked relationships,
ruinous friendships,
and crumbled up to do lists,
in white-knuckled fists.
The essence of happiness remains a mere mirage
for one who is an expert in self-sabotage.
With nothing but empty reminders sprayed out on a dreary collage,
it is exhausting living an ever consuming facade.
Procrastinated plans worship at my feet,
whilst brooding and bellowing as I hit snooze on repeat.
Impatiently my ambitions take a seat,
before wisely declaring undeniable defeat.
Daily my mind’s army assumes a familiar avoidant stance.
Love and hate engage, again, in a repetitive dance,
between an avoidant retreat and a stagnant advance.
It is clear: as long as I sit on the throne of
self-destruction,
for me… for being whole..
there will not be another chance..
Luxurious little lemon tree
in the freshest garden next to a pea
was heartily happy and wildly free
She could be herself, and forever see
Chickadee’s nest and a drilling bee.
There was a haunting melody
Somewhere nearby a dog had dropped a D.
A forensic fellow’s forward-thinking fee
giggled a glorious glitzy genuine glee.
Shadows sheltered a shellfish-like she.
A kindly kingly kangaroo’s key
Languished and lollygagged near little Lee.
Where was the magnificent, marvelous me?
Hopping around on a nefariously naughty knee
Placating a pleasurable plebian plea.
Sprinkling a sprightly sparkling sparrow’s spree,
There was a terribly terrific turnabout toward lemon tea.
Wisely wandering within a wonderful whacky wee
Generously gyrating in genuine gallantry
Ending in a zesty zealous zealot-like Zee.
I was more of a stepping stone than a stepson.
A tiny stone leading to the heart of my father.
You played the game well... though
squeezing a ring from the coal of his lonely heart.
So, there I was minced by little boy blue grief.
Then tossed into your beehive whirlwind.
You wisely hid your wicked side...young bride...
Many times, playing hopscotch on my hide.
The lessons to make me into a man.
Started around six, I recollect.
Scrubbing those greasy plastic dishes
until they were no longer slick.
You knew that it was an impossible task
for six-year-old hands.
So over and over and over again.
You'd plop that greasy plastic back into the suds...
until well past dusk...
(Now, even as a man, it's always well past dusk.}
I became more like your whetstone.
Something to sharpen your barbs upon.
I'm still waiting for karma to change the color of your hide.
Make you scrub a freighter filled with your greasy plastic dishes.
How could my heartbeats’ ever forget?
Those deep verdant, greenish brown, flashing eyes
In no way, could I suppress my soft sighs.
Twas you, coming in sensuous kismet.
Orpheus, reaching his own Eurydice!
Your ship arrived, taking me to your sea.
I, with joy, ravenous for your sizzling touch.
With you, every minute’s not enough!
With dark blue and white satin decorations,
Awesome colors of your proud and great nation!
On its oak boards, potent drinks we imbibed.
You wisely understood that I was thine!
Our days on earth will one day end.
But whilst still here, we were dedicated,
By fate, in deep love, humans to procreate.
Divinely hugging the moon, my loving mate!
8/3/2022
~2~
I believe prayer is a messenger
and Heaven hearkens to take note –
for we are born with a Cardinal Yoke:
the Garden's Fruits revisited
throughout our ripening ages – God's Grace
confounded by the Devil's enticing
cloak....
I know that science rejects such mystery
as do atheists with whom I have spoke
their finely ground lenses
seeing no reflective evidence
of those jewels
called Spiritual Mastery
while embracing the
many mental gymnastics
of an equally obscure
but fashionable
Modern Woke –
penning their Earth Religions
inhaling copious clouds
of seemingly far less mystical
while to me
nonetheless
SMOKE....
It is a gorgeous spring day, there are greens on both sides of the road.
The smells are fantastic, and my hair is blowing like I’m on a cycle.
I’m actually driving my new purple trans am, windows down, music blaring.
The white racing stripes might have been a bit much, but
Not for me. The sun is beaming on us with magic happy.
BRRRR BRRRR GRRRR
Should I try to outrun him?
He’s gaining on me fast. I glance at speedometer. Swear.
82 m.p.h. This is what happens when I listen to the Oldies.
I pull off, waiting, heart beating fast.
Lanky patrolman pulls himself out of car, gets younger as he gets closer.
“Hi,” I say, brightly.
He says, “License and registration, Ma’am.”
He is carrying his ticket pad, and a pen.
My hands are shaking as I start stammering nonsense.
He studies my license a second, says, “Just a minute, Ma’am,”
Walks back to his car, slides in, sits down, spends an hour or two in there.
I get worried I might have accidentally handed him my big-limit Visa card.
My heart is thudding, as I watch him laboriously walk back to my Trans Am
Who is not feeling so fine and foxy now. “It’s your fault!” I tell her. “You did this!”
“You were going 81,” he tells me. Eighty-two, I wisely don’t say.
“I am giving you an opportunity to slow down, and today, I’m giving you a warning,” he says.
No smile. No expression. He could give a mannequin a lesson in subtle.
I cannot help it. “Why?”
A glimmer of an ant’s smile starts in the left corner of his mouth, for a second, but he quickly snaps it off.
“Here’s the deal, Ma’am,” he tells me. “I stopped this car yesterday, on this same curve. I wouldn’t feel right about giving you a ticket on the same corner, at the same speed after letting your 17-year-old daughter off with a warning.”
In my head I picture my adorable blonde daughter who was wearing white hot-pants yesterday.
As a last hurrah he says, “I’m going to be out here for another two hours, Ma’am.”
We both smile.
This is the best warning I’ve ever had!
Money is one of life’s necessary evils
everyone seems to want more
Those who have the most control
Would even go to war
Not worried about the cost
To increase their monetary wealth
Willing to give up anything
Including their family or health
Money cannot buy happiness
Is what many people say
But to those who are obsessed
Happiness just gets in the way
Having money can make life easier
No worries about how bills will be paid.
The decision to pay for meds or food
No longer has to be made
Money doesn't grow on trees
But that's what some younger ones think
One day you could be swimming in it
The next it could be gone in a blink
So invest your money wisely
And save up for a rainy day
Because you never know what life’s
Tomorrow is going to bring your way.
6/6/2021