Hot water freezes faster than cold
Wearing layers in the heat keeps you cool
Hummingbirds are the most aggressive bird
Sometimes life doesn't make sense
There are seashell fossils on mountain tops
On Venus, a day is longer than a year
Your head ages slightly faster than your feet
Sometimes life doesn't make sense
I know I'm not perfect
And neither are we
But together we could have been
Because
Sometimes life just doesn't make sense
But what is sense
When you stop to think
A spiral like that
Could drive you to drink
You can rationalize
Justify
Make recompense
But sometimes life just doesn't make sense
What a thought for the races to conceive
If only we could imagine, no more crime
The world and races, seems eternally divided
How nice, the call for peace would sound
Try and rationalize, no more discrimination
Think, fair justice would be provided
This would be a kinder and gentler nation
No more racism-no more prejudice
The dignity of mankind, spiraling downward
Everywhere you look, there's greed and hate
There are daily events that portray this fact
Not enough love in the hearts of the races
We only dream that we could live in peace
Brothers and Sisters let love in your hearts
You never know, that dream may come true
No more racism-no more prejudice
Author: Floyd Neal
Date: April 2003
Inspiration: Not enough love
Love is like a seesaw, both sides can go up or down.
It's a matter of give and take but hope it's about giving
A lot more than you ever take with respect
It takes two to tango you both have to want to work on
Through listening patience and communication, seeing things from their perspective on their side and asking them how it feels for them and if you can Make amends forgive and let go
Having kids and finding the time when you work
Can build hurdles you are just too tired or unmotivated to jump
Like so many countless couples have to contend with today
With just too many complications and other commitments, your head is in a spin
And rows over matters can build the pressure till we blow our tops
it's never easy and it is something that we may not both agree on and it's our right to have a different point of view
If it really matters then it may be better if you can talk it through
Plans don't always turn out like you, expected them to do
No one knows what tomorrow may bring
And you have to rationalize your priorities whatever is more important to you.
I feel myself trapped in an endless repetition
Effortless to rationalize each day away
But the sleepless nights bring clarity
A hazy clearness in a cold dark room
The four walls that comfort me most
I imagine they could close in upon me
But a day is easy to pass through
Time that once was so sacred now in surplus
Is it gluttony and sloth I must repent for
Or could it be forgiveness I look towards
To forgive the weight and the lost days
What could it mean to forget
Curtains pulled to dim the sky
Sneaky fabric that hides the sun and
Allows another hour to pass unnoticed
A timeless cycle
Leaving me wistful for a spark
Surely the wool can keep me warm for another night
Things could be different Tomorrow
Do what you must to ensure they don’t see.
Rationalize and pretend it won’t be.
Wish it away to escape from it all.
Cover it up like the paint on the wall.
Cloak it in layers of varying hue,
carefully crafted to keep it from view.
Do what you can with all effort and might.
Make every move just to keep it from sight.
Do what you must but in time you will see,
you can’t wish away… what is destined to be.
Some say that we humans,
have a mission here on earth.
Somebody should teach that
to the ears of idiots.
Few discover their mission,
they rationalize
that being a scientist or a poet
must be their mission.
Few understand,
that loving your horse or dog,
is both holy and ordained.
It's expected.
Saying sorry, ten times a day is our mission.
Knowing that nothing matters,
but caring anyway -
that is a mission,
We were not sent here,
to do great things,
great accomplishments are easy.
Making an excellent cup of tea,
mixing a perfect margarita,
hugging a sulky wife.
These are great missions - do them well.
The world is changing in a profound way,
by the philosophy of fear and lies.
You can't trust a word politicians say;
they connive and editorialize.
And legislate laws that legitimize
corruption and greed for personal gain.
The tactics they employ to terrorize
are indispensable to hate's campaign.
Dictators strip democracy away
slowly, so folks don't even realize.
Tyrants interject God into the fray,
persecuting any who criticize.
The ignorant get taught to recognize
the poor and weak as the root of their pain.
Ways to demonize and rationalize
are indispensable to hate's campaign.
Potentates kill people who are born gay;
their fate is just something to televise.
Soulless, pretending to believe, they pray;
their belief is easy to synthesize.
Bigotry is quick to popularize
despite being cruel and inhumane.
The detention camps that militarize;
are indispensable to hate's campaign.
Fascism is set to materialize
and show its ugly face yet once again.
And propagandists that destabilize
are indispensable to hate's campaign.
A Slave To Solitary
From youth till the present solitary has kept me its slave
Protecting me from reality by hiding me in its dark cave
No one can fathom my understanding - nor break the surface of my heart
No one can rationalize or relate to the stubbornness of my minds chart.
There’s no evidence of affection nor signs of dignity
My soul has shown another - Instead I tread in a bottomless pool of depravity
I didn’t choose to be cruel the darkness chose me
Blind and naked I sought love oh so desperately!
But I’m a slave to solitary Just leave me be
For the planet I live on has no rules of gravity
I confide in its boundaries - letting no one enter my domain.
For the darkness would swallow you - the heavy rain would inflict much pain.
In finality I must now return to my dark cave.
For solitary is expecting me to remain its loyal slave.
I have my fears
I have my brakes
but without much thinking
I buy myself many things.
I accumulate many .debts...
Out of fear I tell myself some things
to rationalize and apologize...
I buy, I consume...
Soon I exist...!
Cogito ergo sum ! !
My friend Sophie says there is no honor among thieves
she'd steal your man if he likes to creep
then rationalize away any sense of shame
saying if no one is married it's just another thang
My friend Sophie speaks of pride and choice
a hint of ambition is casting her voice
Candidly she told me she'll gladly trade
job for kid husband and apron today
My friend Sophie will be too old soon
says her ovaries ache and swell like the moon
Sophie has laughs she lives and she lusts
I hope God blesses Sophie with true love.
O candy corn
If food was p*rn
You start with one
And then you’re done
Where did they go
You do not know
Rationalize:
They’re tiny pies!
But face the facts
They’re candied wax
O candy corn
I thought I’d sworn
But there you are
Right in that jar
And so I’m drawn
Till you’re all gone
Myself to blame
I flush with shame
O candy corn
If food was p*rn…
I sit here every day collecting many things.
People stop by and just hand over their stuff to me.
You would be amazed at some of the things that they bring.
And they just give them to me, absolutely free.
So, as I sit here taking in all these donations,
I can’t help but set some of the good things aside.
Although the boss puts me at different locations,
I’ll still find a way to get the good things outside.
I rationalize what I do with one, simple thought:
“Everything I take is being given away.”
The money I’d spend if these things had to be bought
Give me the motive I need to take something each day.
FEELINGS
Two people blindly searching their inner souls
for the slightest remmants of an opposite emotion,
but really never being able to clearly see the direction
for that murky chaos and confusion, called feelings
As we allow ourselves the opportunity to be open
with each other, we began to find the possibility
of a mental connection, thus building an attachment
which has the substance, called feelings
Looking back in time, visualizing our dreams of
what a relationship can become, we realize the
very essence of what we would like it to be, based,
on our frame of reference, called feelings
Emotions are invisible and intangible, yet real,
however, they are a vital part of our psyche balance
that stimulates our reasoning fingerprints in life,
thus, creating our single uniqueness, called feelings
As we attempt to bring into focus, with each other
those DNA strands of connectivity, again we try
to rationalize lifes' mystery, as it escapes the vacuum
of our eluding grasp, called feelings
Floyd Lee Neal Jr.
Copyright 2007
I'm indulging myself by re-posting this poem from 2017
because it cracks me up and I thought we might laugh together
Oh, no, he best not patronize me on Valentines.
If I must dramatize appreciation, I shall agonize.
Each year, he thinks chocolates will rationalize
spending his time guarding the sofa so it won’t rise,
while my cooking and housework threaten to paralyze
all I am behind my victimized and exhausted eyes.
Unless he bears one, one way ticket for me to paradise
or procures a gift he ingests that will tranquilize,
he can stuff candy hearts in his behind so gelintized.
The last time I fell for that darned, deceiving cupid
I committed to him and living my life forever stupid.
Between the echoes and expression,
I found our private heaven,
Atop our legs rest the exception,
The end of our dire question,
Translucent through dust plumes from Dresden,
I notice it has risen.
The murmurs surround cheap kitchen drawers,
Absence pools in grooved contours,
Their shadows exit from under the floor,
Fairness comes from who keeps score,
Free falling down the escalator,
Alarms resonate the core.
Silence is hard to rationalize,
Even for the compromised,
To obey what feels wrong to despise,
Is why we still coincide,
Accommodating fungus and flies,
Is how we choose to survive.
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