Whether you're in a prison,
Or a hospital bed confined.
Yours might just be a 9 to 5,
We all are still doing time.
Our conscience is our jury,
Declaring right and wrong.
Our thoughts the Judge who sentences,
To mental prison where we belong.
All of us are guilty,
In this life we're paying for our crime.
A death sentence has hangs over us.
In the prison of our minds.
But don't loose hope, there is good news,
How we all can be paroled.
The devil has to release anyone,
Even though they sold their souls.
God sent us an Attorney,
His name is Jesus Christ.
He said "All prisoners must be released!"
That believes in his sacrifice.
God sent him from heaven "Pro bono!"
For the hopeless, poor and lost.
He's volunteered to take our place,
Saying "Put me not them on that cross!"
"Father!" he said "Please forgive them!"
The know not what they do!
I've come to set the captives free,
Then I'll return to You!"
The Bible newspaper headlines reads,
"Whether you are young and old"
We have the scoop for all mankind,
The Greatest Story Every Told!
So, is it good or bad?
Excessive is sad!
For Senior Citizens or Tiny-Tots
The emotions are lots!
To be happy and controlled
One must let the thoughts be paroled
By the sweet and peaceful joy;
Pure thankfulness with no alloy.
Nostalgic gratitude is seeing the "gold,"
Letting fantasy go can make one bold.
So focus on all the positive,
Not letting time's fire be a sieve
But just let it purify.
Add appreciation, even if you cry,
The tears are of healing Love
And help us look Above.
Smile and let Nostalgia carry away stress
Burdens and regrets of today's mess!
America's bulwark, strong and true,
Resolved to defend, the red, white, and blue.
Mighty warriors, brave and bold,
Years of service, stories paroled.
Since '75, a nation's might,
On fields of battle, day and night.
Loyalty and honor, their guiding star,
Defending freedom, near and far.
In every conflict, they stand tall,
Embracing duty, answering freedom's call.
Ready to fight, for liberty's flame,
Sacrifice and courage, their noble name.
All through history, their valor known,
Rising to challenges, never alone.
Modern heroes, with hearts of steel,
Yearning to shield, the public's zeal.
Onward they march, with purpose and pride,
Fighting for justice, on every tide.
The Army's strength, a powerful force,
Heroes among us, taking their course.
Every soldier, a testament to might,
Unity and valor, shining bright.
Serving with honor, a legacy grand,
All across the land, a helping hand.
see a man of a man
in some world
twisted
discarded
a nature waiting
to forest a barrenness
paroled from a stench
in a pre-birth of time
his time
when . . .
. . . and that shall
be asked again
Just lead me through your gaze;
I feel achingly lost;
An unabsolved labyrinth
will not have a champion;
Wordless we plead the fifth;
Just lead me through your gaze,
explain the unspoken;
The bright Moon reflected
is full and without clouds;
It leaves me enchanted;
Just lead me through your gaze,
can I please be paroled?
Keep you but lose the frame
that blacks out the answers;
Let us finish this game.
When my city unshuts below,
its crude, inured eyes: lewd its faux
regard for mere mortals that drift
amid cement and steel. Who flow
bereft; enslaved by night's shift.
Dissent its rude rebirth; in thrift,
withdrawn from grace of day's new dawn;
caffeine avers a spiritual lift.
Recede to homes' suburban lawns,
reticent lips, aside for yawns,
with ways to slog before they sleep;
paroled from drudge, trudging like pawns.
Climb ligneous cliffs: deeply steep,
onward, upward, on limbs that creep
to sterile slumber - their souls to keep -
until new toils throng them like sheep
Some Loves are Made of this and No-thing More
David J Walker
It was never meant to
Last even one day longer
Some loves are made of this and
No-thing more
And I knew it would become
my museum
when I entered the door
and returned to pretend
again and again
it could have been my prison
if I let
it could be the cell that
I pace and fret
it could have been
a paroled portion
of my life in debt
to another
some-days love becomes
a sacrifice
some-times a monument
to dispensation
clemency amnesty
forbearance remission
vindication
Some loves are made of this and
No-thing more
Once I leave, the world - my words - will not remind forever?
Tourist eyes - to the velvet vales - will turn blind forever
Is she a prisoner in the Castle of Red Curtains?
Will she be paroled? Remain in pains behind forever?
"This world was never my home: I ne'er felt at ease in it"
We'll have to erase this thought from people's mind forever
Harmony is impossible in each and every pair
The north pole to the south pole, you cannot bind forever
When a flower scatters, millions bloom there to take its place
Though you are good but the world will not be kind forever
The many days of tolerating the,
Bullies, the prima Donna's, the jocks,
And the nerds.
Trying to find ways to escape them,
Daily was an adventure.
The lunchroom is what nightmares,
Are made of.
Memories you laugh about when,
Reminiscing with friends.
Can't forget running down
the hall dodging bullies,
Finding any teacher that will save us.
Waking up in the morning having,
A panic attack about school.
Just realizing your 28 and a sigh,
Of relief your no longer in high school.
You have been paroled.
Those are the days of high school.
Over the river runs a hasty fright;
All our worry what became, becomes.
Instruments of time, un-tuning every night
Brooding with precision to a memory that numbs.
Golley-wogging on surfaces
Of mirrored ponds.
With an everlasting legacy,
No magic in our wands.
We do not have such words within
As those that shall remove us.
Ours bequeathed, by those
No longer here.
One voice shall rise above us all
To be a hero by default.
Each man is such when by himself;
To clothe himself within his doubtless lie,
Each time he tries to be more than he is.
Dismissed by parables,
Paroled by unknown mercies,
We seek our self
Inside the God of our perfection.
We are not He.
Were that we could move all words to be a shelter,
Giving what we do not have to all our children.
Intrepid creatures hollowing out the night.
Carving a totem of words.
Our falsehood of becoming laying flat;
Stating that
Our whisperings are vital.
We drown all words
In the air of our silence
We will not see them rise
Above the level of our sorrows.
Brrrrr
Weather Forecast
By Tom
2/15/2021
No clouds, sky solid gray,
chill factor, twenty-seven below, today.
Eighty-nine days I’ve seen temps freezing,
will be next week before it’s easing.
About two more weeks before its done,
It’s been three days since snow begun.
Expect seven to ten inches two days hence,
and drifts three wires high on a barb wire fence.
Being paroled to the yard was bad I attest,
until parole was revoked and I’m in house arrest.
that guy’s sure in rags
sniffing glue from plastic bags
his torn trousers sag
i drive past in fancy jag
paroled with an ankle tag
By
David Kavanagh
Numb your cortex and let her siblings speak,
Dumb her with a dactylic drumbeat
And let the fronted sound put her to sleep.
Turn off your domineering manager,
So others may awake at waking hour
To pour their paroled thoughts into your art.
Let the furnace of creativity
Create new combinations and concepts
For that is the art, not the detritus.
Paroled from- My Love
What of the whispers of your heart;
When do these feelings ever stop;
Such a tangled hue, lovely view;
Open your mouth, I’m touched
Love you so much you take my breath;
Kisses of grandeur, mostly guarded;
Prisoner of my passion closely guarded;
You shall ne’ver be paroled from my love;
For I’ve sentence you to life;
Forever imprisoned unto me
2/14/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.
Paroled from- My Love--
En libertad condicional de mi amor
What of the whispers of your heart;
¿Qué hay de los susurros de tu corazón?
What of the whispers of your heart;
¿Cuándo se detienen estos sentimientos?
Un tono tan enmarañado, hermosa vista;
Abre tu boca, estoy tocado
Te amo tanto que tomas mi aliento;
Besos de grandaur, mayoritariamente
vigilados;
Prisionero de mi pasión muy
guardado;
Nunca serás en libertad condicional
de mi amor;
Pues te he sentenciado a la vida;
You shall ne’ver be paroled from my love;
For I’ve sentence you to life;
Forever inprisoned unto me
Por siempre encarcelado a mí
Paroled from- My Love--
En libertad condicional de mi amor
2/14/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.
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