IT’S TIME
Woman gave birth to boy,
Nurture them with joy
Made them man with lots of hope
Man full of force reach the top
Only to create glass ceiling to stop
Dashing woman’s hope.
Cherished breast as infant
celebrated them in centerfold
Grabbing and groping became norm
Define manhood by screwing around
It’s time for women to confront
It’s time for women to demand
It’s time for women to command
Push back Weinsteins n Cosby’s of universe
Here's to Biff 'o who a hero can be.' By determination, and effort and observance
If youse'll just see.' Not from a plush life start." Yet now is his time, he will lose nothing, as he gives all Aussies his frames
Online.' From reporting true on Dezi, some
Sold out media types crimes, used his own
material, and tried relegating him onto a
shelf.'
I saw how he's enqired with vic-poll-lice.. That dreaded crew.' And even falsies like that
Mob, said nothing was to do, fast forward
To today..And New South cops started sniffing around, only went and collared his
Son, mates this is stupidity profound.' Just
Bullying monstering tactics, for their head bosses overseas, who tell the local leaders
That the beat guys have to please.' So though there is breach of good conduct and threats of some jail-time for a kid who
Has done no-thing at all.' This really blows
My mind.' These are traitors to our heros.'
I stand with Biff; and say deliver them some consequence, that our country holds
Its way.' In the good that we relied upon..
That always had ous backs.' Give it
To them brother it can be part of taking our
Country back; on track.''
Denmark it seems has ( lost all plot ) making sick decisions
For cow herds...Its so grot.' Askew with
Fake science they've gotten on bord.'
Ordering b o v e r to be staple feed has
Been the judgement of their agricultural
Board, cows fed are now dying and falling
Down sick, showing calcium deficiancy
It'd better stop real quick.' The people and
Animals, each have rights.' All else is evil
Treason and misinfomation maladministration an attack on good health.' I despise such low tactics.' I call
Filth; rotten; foul.' Don't be fooled there in
Denmark contest, contrast, push back
Now; now, now..Now. And how.)
Power, glory, wealth or infamy
Pick your cup of poison carefully,
The enigma of philosophy murders understanding ~
Fashion perplexity into your own effigy.
War-weary hordes of humanity
Push back against the tyranny,
Martyrs blood soon soaks the ground
and still the war machine rolls on.
Peace, peace there is no peace
Hearts are only evil continually,
Desperately wicked above all things
Unhumbled by the sting of death.
Selfish egos say eat, drink and be merry
For tomorrow we may die~
Power, glory, wealth or infamy
Pick your cup of poison carefully.
They say you’re at peace—
but I feel the tremble in the dark,
the soft scratching
of something not quite gone.
There is no stillness
where you sleep.
Only silence too heavy,
like breath held too long
by the dead.
I dream of you
and you are never smiling.
Your eyes are glass,
your mouth a locked door.
You reach,
but never touch.
I’ve seen the moon recoil
from your grave.
Felt the cold push back
when I whispered,
“Rest easy.”
BUT YOU DON’T
Your name rings hollow in the wind,
dragging behind it the sound
of unfinished sorrow.
You are a shadow
that never settles.
You walk between the worlds
without light,
without peace.
I can feel it—
you didn’t let go.
And maybe…
neither did I.
The land of the brave and home of the free,
Suffers at the hands of small-minded men;
Stand against the tyrant, never take a knee.
Have faith in your fellow man, stand with me,
Defend our Rights against federal sin;
The land of the brave and home of the free.
We’ll not last without the Liberty Tree,
Time grows short, and opportunity thin;
Stand against the tyrant, never take a knee.
Proclaim anew with bold voice our unity,
And push back against the threat from within;
The land of the brave and home of the free.
So, join hands from sea to shining sea,
Be faithful and strong until we shall win;
Stand against the tyrant, never take a knee.
The Constitution says how it must be,
Take heed and now let freedom ring again;
The land of the brave and home of the free,
Stand against the tyrant, never take a knee.
Too Many Rules
Wake up to all of the lies.
Always talking , here comes the fly’s.
Always struggling just to get by.
Work long hours, take back what is mine.
Too many regulations to follow.
All my enemies will be at my feet and below.
Camra’s watch everywhere you go.
No place to hide but run far away from you.
Too many people in power.
Push back until the crowd grows louder.
Westand tall for our freedom.
The government has always been the problem.
Throw away the corruption.
Raise your fist high cause the streets are burning.
This is our purge who’s against us.
The high and mighty will become dust.
This letter I wrote to my brothers.
In rage this is not over.
Wecannot live under dictatorship.
Light up the sky because we don’t give a .
Trample on our leaders who betray us.
Burn down their homes for there will be no forgiveness
Natural things are rarely smooth
or flawless as they appear on the surface
Smooth fur on skin and curve on wing
are rough and jagged underneath
Push back against the grain shows true texture within
reveals bristling hairs and quill barbs of feathers
It's the grit within that shapes us
A pearl is smooth but inside is a seed of grit
We need the bumps knurls and gnarls to grip and hold
Slick things slip through silky wet and wanton fingers
Most natural things are rough at birth
Stones and gold nuggets are fractured rough at source
They're smoothed by wear and tear of sand rubbing in streams
Babies are smooth at birth but age roughens them
Humans grind away all day at nature's roughness
seeking perfection in shiny smooth and faultless
Blissfully they're unaware that
it's the faults flaws texture and roughness within
that glistens shiny the pearl
It's the bumps and gnarls outside that knurls the grip
Alcohol to numb the pains.
Cigarettes to taste something other than hate.
Sex to escape the constant loud voices in my head.
Makeup to hide the broken girl inside.
So put together, so stylish, so grown up and mature. Little did they know that girl was always manic, depressed, and anxious.
Giving her body with no meaning just to escape herself. She felt beautiful on the outside, but like a raging storm on the inside.
Her brave front for everyone to see on the outside comes naturally after so long. Just sometimes, she could not push back the overflow of brokenness from her non-healing wounds.
One more cigarette, one more night for temporary relief, only to be followed with guilt.
The heart of Night pierced by first light,
Sol gives birth to a brand new day.
And the flowers instinctively;
begin opening their petals.
Shadows scurry back into cracks,
the heart of Night pierced by first light.
And color steps from the shadows,
as the moon completes its cycle.
A spectacular sun rises
to once more push back the darkness.
The heart of Night pierced by first light,
the sun illuminates the sky.
Dusk and Dawn are a package deal,
for light and dark are conjoined twins.
Dawn retrieves the day that Dusk lost,
the heart of Night pierced by first light.
When the cold winds blow
And the hostile natives are restless
It’s time to wake up, smell the coffee
And cut your losses.
What is there to push back on, after all,
But the bitter taste
Of someone else’s resentment;
The mighty wind of their off-gassing.
The world is wild and cruel
Even within the treacherous smile of neighbors
When dog eats dog possesses their mind
You find yourself one of the dispossessed.
In this open, exposed and lonely place
Circle the wagons of your resolve
Recognize those you hold dear
And take solace in their love.
(4/13/25)
As a people we Americans are so naïve.
We've been snookered by a con man
who has blatantly deceived..
Each new day our freedoms and institutions
are under attack as Musk and his D.O.G.E.
crew hammer and whack.
Many of our elected representatives too
fearful to even push back..
The Declaration of Independence states
"In God we trust".
We are a government by and for the people,
not Donald Trump, nor Elon Musk..
With out the rule of law the power grabbers
will keep on seizing.
Donald Trump and Elon Musk are comitting treason..
Driving along steel on the road
look in the mirror
salt falls from my load
Moving just as swift as I can
Look at me
I'm the snow plow man
Snow piles high as it moves off my plow
push back corners
the kids scream WOW
working round the clock all through the night
Clearing the roads
With determination an might
Road to road as fast as I can
Look at me
I'm the snow plow man
A walk to the park
The crisp morning air
There’s frost on the ground
A chill everywhere
Squirrels scurry about
From here to there
They notice me not
I’m needn’t a care
Sitting alone
…those four wooden chairs
Waiting for me
And calling me there
Eight chains frozen
…hanging straight and so tight
Awaiting all burdens
From one winter’s night
Wooden and cold
…but just right for thee
She squeaked and groaned
Then waited for me
I gripped her links
…what was my plan
Push back - release
Or do all I can
I looked to the heavens
…then in front of me
Another man standing
His chance to speak
Needn’t a jingle
…or even a sway
My time has passed
Send wisdom his way.
I'm clawing through my mind,
every thought pulling me closer
to the jagged edge, where oblivion waits.
Fatigue wraps around my bones,
a weight so heavy it almost feels like comfort.
But I can't let it win.
If I fall, I'll vanish,
swallowed by the dark,
forgotten by everything I once knew.
So I push back,
fists clenched,
fighting the pull of the void,
because the fear of nothing
is louder than the exhaustion.
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