Thinking Out Loud 2
Miracle Man
1/31/2025
With each tragic incident,
many search for an answer.
So a need to blame someone,
eats at many like a cancer.
Accidents don’t just happen,
they are caused most say.
So when lives are lost,
make someone monetarily pay.
Many think of getting even,
holding someone to account.
Others will start calling,
quoting to the bereaved an amount.
The end result won’t change,
or give a loved one new breath.
What it means is you’ll profit,
from that loved one’s death.
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Translation
I Want Money,
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I was dirty I was wash in the blood
I was ignore, abandon and hated, Jesus gave me love
Ridiculed ripped and torn
Humanity haters made me wish I was not born
O' but yes there is
Oh! Bless there be
A better for me always
I was poor monetarily,
No place to lay down my head no really
Birth burst into this dad gone abandoned us
He had many, many other girls, adulterous adulterer
Other kids had full-time stay at home dads where's mine
O but where is mine
My Father in heaven
And now mine better here and now, always
My Father got better days for me now
My Father got better days for me now
My Father got better days for me now
9/14/22
Written by James Edward Lee Sr 9/14/ 2022
Our parental will has been broken
The dreams we had for our children are lost
We had the best of intentions
Now we’re incurring the cost
It happens so slowly
We coddle them and let them cry
We called it intuitive parenting
I call it Lord of the Flies
We selfishly rescued our children
We didn't account for the development of their brain
We wanted them to have better
So we robbed them of the growth that manifest from suffering and pain
We’ve validated their flawed positions
We monetarily reward their emotional truth
We don't want them to be hurt or embarrassed
So how dare you point out another view
Forever we've condoned their behavior
We’ve defended by saying boys will be boys
Now we pay for an efficiency apartment
Young adults with video toys
They say when a child does wrong
It’s the parents we should blame
Take a look in the mirror
Perhaps this is why they rarely change?
Today power is attained strictly monetarily,
privileged only to a handful of dangerous, wealthy powerful elite.
As a teacher, I do so agree
with all those parents
who support me valiantly
Yes, the school experience should be sunny
a teacher's job, too, is worth more money
And when kids' futures are shafted
as happens more than occasionally
it's especially un-funny to me
Yet teachers are and never have been
renumerated well monetarily
Their true rewards are sought and found educationally
We Never Can Give Thanks Enough
By Franklin Price
11/27/2016
We never can give thanks enough
For all that we receive
Not speaking monetarily
But in all that we believe
The strength found in our friendships
The calmness in the Lord
The love within our families
The gifts we can afford
The time we take for others
Not thinking we're the best
For when we think such foolishness
It's hard to help the rest
So let us all be thankful
For these free things I say
Family, friends and love of life
At the end of every day
Innocents tremble in terrible terror
witnessing mankind’s deluge of errors.
Violence grows as a sure hate spreader,
intent on humanities' ultimate sever.
A barrage of plastic politicians with greedy minds
focus on leaving justice long lost and behind.
Modern media’s constant torrent of drama
drags good people down inside insipid trauma.
Landlords, bankers, grocers and their names
Disappeared behind campaigns for corporate gain.
Focused on leaving all people monetarily lame,
Corporations score God second to financial gain.
The world has grown unrecognizable.
Universal fairness may never know arrival.
Stupidity and apathy diseases worldwide spiral
as brotherhood, religion and ethics lose disciples.
PUBLIC TRANSPORT NATION
AH..the joys of public transportation
The “T”, the “El”, the “Tube”
short trips through hell
wading through the masses of humanity
clinging to the subways lack of sanity
sleeping men and women – homeless
sprawled upon the benches,
the less fortunate among us – “bums”
redefined as “monetarily deficient”.
“Elderly” – strap clutching hangers-on
ignored by the seated “texters and tweeters”
video game players, and “up-skirters”
inhaling the toxic cocktail of perfumes,
colognes, body lotions, hair sprays,
hair gels, and anti-body odor poisons -
choking on the inhaled culture of diversity
Focused on one spot lest eye contact occur
swaying to the music of too-loud ear buds,
strobe lighted rumble through darkness,
flashes of life, of history, never fully known.
John G. Lawless
8/29/2015
When one gets so self absorbed with earning a living,
one tends to forget the virtue of giving
freely of one's self to benefit others in need.
The return one receives from such selfless deeds
are far greater than could ever be attained with money.
I volunteer my services and time absolutely free
in whatever manner I can, in whatever capacity.
Many of they I help go on to help others eventually.
In my humble opinion, such a way of living could replace money easily,
and oh what a wondrous world this would be.
One can not pursue greed monetarily
in a society that openly volunteers freely.
As long as you don't gain anything monetarily,
everyone can feel free to plagiarize me.
Do you wish to take credit for work I have done?
Be my guest pal. Go and have yourself some fun.
I see it as an honor actually
that you would even consider plagiarizing me.
I'm my own worst critic and don't see my work as worthy.
Actually, I hope that my work you steal WILL earn you lots of money,
so I can sue your rich ass and retire early.
So if stealing my work is where you're at,
go right ahead. I don't give a crap.
You may think me mad for saying this, but I know this to be true for sure.
If we are truly to evolve into a higher specie, money must go the way of the dinosaur.
What should motivate us all is higher morality
and not the pursuit of gain monetarily,
which only serves to cultivate greed ultimately.
Greed then goes on to pursue power eventually,
and absolute power corrupts absolutely.
What's the solution? I don't know my friend truly,
but I believe that People Helping People is the key.
All People Helping People Universally
will be at the heart of our newly evolved spiritual currency.
Love is a treasure, all of us may hold,
It carries us through life, never to be sold.
It shows us mercy while other attributes do not,
solaces our soul and simply can’t be bought.
Treasures we are seeking; monetarily so to speak,
a priceless gift of eternity, is love when at full peak.
All the riches in the world cannot fill the empty void,
the only key to happiness is love when truly enjoyed.
It will never leave you, though pain is a side effect,
one dose of erroneous love; your heart will fully reject.
It gives you guidance and helps in times of need,
a bond never to be broken, an emotion flows to feed.
Yes, it can be agonizing and at times let you down,
as quickly as it dissipates, a new love again is found.
Protects your vulnerabilities and eases your mind at rest,
love is never taking; giving is what it does best.
Treasures we may be seeking subconsciously in our minds,
clearly taking for granted a wonderful gift so easy to find.
Use your gift wisely; don’t misuse it or discard to the side,
your treasure is always with you; in your heart, deep inside!
Save your excuses, say no more
I’ve heard everyone; all thousand and four
I can no longer hear you; I’m deaf in both ears
Drained of emotions, unable to shed any tears
I’ve lost the appeal of attraction to you
You’re simply a name, without any rue
Greed and hunger devouring you alive
How will you manage, you haven’t the drive?
You say it will all be worth it finally in the end
As I suffer alone, without your hand to lend
Moneys what matters, not the love that we hold
Let’s buy what we can, before we get too old
More precious trinkets and toys to satisfy your need
Of a monetarily obsession of lustful economic greed
How much more do you need, will this reign ever end?
Your tyranny of wealth thus far and ability and need to spend
At what price did we suffer for your insatiable plausible pose?
A beautiful fairytale love affair disappearing as we inevitably close
I hope your appetite for gain was worth it and hunger you feel no more
For the price you paid was solitude as your family painfully walks out the door
© Stacy Lynn Stiles
Emotion: A charge of electrons that reverberate the heart's reaction to emotional
love or heartbreak...
Heartbreak:A sudden unexpected let down in life or love by shocking news to the
ununderstanding of the brain...
Love:The affection or caring by someone for another human being of the
opposite sex.This raw emotion can drive people to kill or lie with the same kind of
inspiration or motivational drive of greed...
Hate:A total dislike of others or a single person or object by a derogatory or
depressing experience in life.
Greed:A jealous yearning or wanting an object or other's heart or monetarily
worth...
Jealousy:Resentment for one who may own or possess another's wanted
object...
Sadness:Sorrow or berievement for let down or the passing of a loved one from
this life into death. Missing someone due to death or illness or emotional
heartbreak due to a breakup of the heart.
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