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Internet is Down

jingle tingle of the night
wind moving everything in sight
internet down it isn’t right
what do I do? Go fly a kite?

Internet should be fixed by nine they said.
Wasn’t fixed by eleven, when I went to bed
Got up at two am to check, and it was still down.
Any minute said a notice, written by a clown.

For that

Volcano Run part 3 - Escaping the Ashfall

Part three

Once we were home, the bikes secure
we sealed the clubhouse, best we could
waiting for the ash to stop 
but fearing that it never would,

All the TV news was dismal;
all predicting different things,
each with warnings dire and dreadful
of the dangers ashfall brings.

I dug out pairs of coveralls
and painter's masks for us to wear,
and cartons of

No Bling for the King

The King stepped up and set his goal.

Screamed, "Things must change or heads will roll."

Wide-eyed council plead, please prepare!

No grain is left and our coffer's bare.

As I fear we must, though I do abhor.

"Guards!...Squires!...Knights!...Now, prepare for WAR!"

With dreams of battle and gallant deeds,

They all stepped up and mounted steeds.

They raised their swords and stormed the

True Friends

I always knew you’d be there with your caring and concern.
I always knew you’d have my back when I had nowhere to turn.
I always knew I could count on your support no matter what.
All these things I always knew, but somehow you forgot.
Each day I’ve waited patiently for just one little word,
but the days go

Five Star Mother

On a little country farm,
Beneath a Mighty Oak.
There, before Five Headstones,
An old Woman in a cloak.

Though dug so long ago,
The Graves were freshly kept.
With Bible in her hand,
On her knees, the Woman wept.

Five Sons fell in Battle,
Three on Land and Two at Sea.
Now every Year, to the Day,
Was there on bended knee.

This somber scene repeats,
Too

My Final Adieu

I look at the mirror in total disgust 
And I hate the Man looking back at me
There’s not a thing I like about him
He’s worthless as far as I can see

I hate myself for the things I’ve done
And I hate myself for the things I’ll do 
To be honest, I’d be better off dead
That’s the

AMERICA REBORN

America was reborn, and it learned a lot of lessons, like not everyone wants to carry its flag. Some even want to burn the American flag and replace it with their flag. 
America was reborn, with lessons and blood and words that burned, making thoughts run like wildfire through the towns. It was kind of

At the Beacon Theater

Went to a concert last night, across town,
To see an old favorite of mine, Jackson Browne.
We slogged through a downpour of thunder and rain,
Where the opening song had a “deluge” refrain.*

The show was amazing; the singing so fine
That years fell away with each lyrical line.
The fans were enamored; we clapped and we cheered
As our younger

My Own Heart Is My Enemy

Each time I’ve loved, the wound ran deep,
A crimson truth I could not keep.
So now my heart, in self-defence,
Builds iron walls, immense, intense.
When someone stirs that fragile flame,
I whisper harshly, call my name,
And drag myself from passion’s shore,
To guard the ache I’ve felt before.
I scold the spark, I dim the light,
I shun the warmth, embrace

Some Love for Haters

I'm sitting at home but living rent free in your head.
Your thoughts scream for help so I'll pay some rent instead.
The payment's not money, just the hated helping a hater.
So I'll help you realize your hateful thoughts as your love translator.

Resentments and jealousy are like poison to your soul.
You're only hurting yourself as you slither

Our Time to be Heroes

As the fires burn up our forests
and the deadly floods ravage our earth
All the traitors inside of the WH
give America new fascist birth

Our brothers and sisters patrol us
with the weapons of war that we made
As the songs they once sang about honor
about freedom and liberty, fade

They are building an army against us
search for people of

Quandaries

What should one do

Whenever one finds

One's intellect knew

Just miniscule minds

The Spark

It’s not the storms that bring me down,
But sudden noise or violent sound.
A cupboard slams, the coffee spills,
And I’m back among the distant hills.

A car backfires, an angry tone,
And I’m no longer here alone.
The past comes rushing, sharp and fast,
The present’s gone, the moment’s passed.

A shadow moves, my heartbeat climbs,
I’m trapped inside those other times.
So

Letting Go Of Past Mistakes

Pictures there upon the wall, each person once held me dear.
At times we were living together, now not one lives near.
Each has a life they must live and thoughts on which to ponder.
My life goes on, I grow old and still I can’t but wonder,
How different things could have been, if love we didn’t squander.

It’s

The boy and the tree

A boy found an acorn upon the ground
Under a tree which, uncaring left it around
Knowing its chances he lifted the nut
And found on its side a little T shaped cut
He brought it home to a field so large
Making the seed his own personal charge
And with this new precious creed
Under soil he planted the seed

Twas quite

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