Why do some believe it’ll get better
while others are sure it’ll get worse
Why do some take wild chances
while others sit out the big dances
Why do some sock it away
while others live for today
Why do some sit and think
while others resort to drink
The answer, my friend, will depend
on what you discover in the end
Heros i find are not always heroic.' Yet through determination
And study, some resort to the stoic.' Continual review of
The lesser of self.' Desire for better in everything else.'
In thought before actions, in working life through.' That
Can enable the hero.' that shall arise whithin you.'
We must de-industrialise i hear..By some pallid strange
Specimens; let this be clear' in order to devolve to sustain'
We must resort to mass slaughter? Oh the idiocy.' And such
Strain the cattle are creating co2.. its the stuff of creation
And part of it.' Is that not true.? Yet still we must strive to
Mine lithium ore..Quite a destructive passtime.' To obtain
From raw.? Yet the goal is sustainable farming and such
Like ploughing with horses? And lighting candles well its
Not really that tough.' It can be done.' I'm not saying it
Can't but we'll need all the livestock.' About which some
Rant.' To do the impossible mankind ever tries.' And fads
Are ubiquitous as are callumny and lies.'
We’re in a young-love recession.
Gen Zers are slow to trust and averse to risk,
we have, it seems, a particular social nervousness
about interpersonal exchanges and the symbiosis of love.
So we resort to situationships (undefined relationships),
a stratagem for closeness, with zero commitment.
You can flirt; you can kiss; you can dance.
You can have a crush so big it blots out the stars
You can have transformative romantic encounters
you can care deeply and get hurt badly
you can, in fact, be absolutely wrecked by love
All without ever being in a relationship.
Thank God we’re only young once.
.
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Songs for this:
Die With A Smile by Lady Gaga & Bruno Mars
Busy Woman by Sabrina Carpenter
A poet, that's me I'm called Jan
Was NEVER a poetry fan
Now two books bear my name
Not for fortune or fame
I'll pen poop whenever I can!
If ever I am stuck for words
I resort to write about turds
Brown things that you poo
When you're sat on the loo
Poop poetry's not just for nerds!
I became a victim of the/
Government Psychic/
Operations Program/
With radionic and psionic technology/
The voice to skull is torture/
But, they can't break me/
They tell me to confess/
I refuse, I never done that/
They body possess me/
I will not give in/
They squeeze my liver/
They squeeze my organs/
Telling me to confess/
To things I never done/
I refuse to let them/
Silence and suppress me/
They lower my heart beat/
They lower my blood pressure/
They bring me to the brink of death/
I still refuse to give in/
They resort to voice to mouth/
I still refuse to admit/
To things I never done/
They body possess me/
So? I can do the same thing/
The feeling and emotions possession/
Are easy to fight/
The thought to skull/
Is easy to fight/
I thought we were the/
Land of the free.../
The struggle of life
Someone is hungry
Someone wants to go home.
Survival is not easy
For animal world or human
Need to be smart to live.
Sometimes, you need
To go beyond, outrun
Be more intelligent and fearsome.
No heart feeling
Just pure business
In order to survive.
Others, resort to extreme
Selling flesh, principles
And even sale soul to hell.
WOMB at WAR
Why couldn't I use protection
My condition gets me more rejection
...cord laced with grief and shame
INFANCY
My god!!! Shut up! I need silence
No, no, no....never resort to violence
...alone and needy
EARLY YEARS
Do not ask me for one more thing
All you do is want and cling
...shunned
MIDDLE SCHOOL
Hey you, you wanna have some fun
Get away from all your Mama's done
...escape
GRADUATE
He entered in silence and pulled the device
Aimed at the voice, bam...no more lies
...peace
Written by Trudy Schrader on 09-012024
Note: Hearing dialog between parents and children at work is overwhelming sometimes.
Recently has got me thinking...
Why do I resort to drinking?
Is it because I am lonely,
Feeling like a one and only?
Is it subject to depression
Or some personal oppression?
Maybe because it is legal?
Does it soar me like an eagle
For a short time there about
Until I come to passing out?
Ultimately, it's a choice
Spoken in a certain voice
That for me turns into habit
The more that I decide to grab it.
Cans, bottles, shots and schooners
Lately downed sooner and sooner.
Words that give me some salvation...
"Everything in moderation".
I will apply them in the end...
But until then - cheers, my friend.
Miracle Man Thoughts
For 7/7/2004
As bees during swarm time,
they flock to our borders.
With palms opened wide,
most are resource hoarders.
Beyond our borders lie,
the milk & honey they seek.
Children with scared faces,
and tongues we can’t speak.
But many who are coming,
will have shadowy intentions.
Some loot, rape, and murder,
then resort to legal subventions.
While proclaiming they only seek,
a chance at making life full.
Too many still see the answer,
as to load, point, and pull.
Matthew 25:40 KJV:
And the King shall answer and say unto them, Verily I say unto you, Inasmuch as ye have done it unto one of the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto me.
I don't read between the lines and I can't read minds
I was unsuccessful on my last three tries
you asked for my opinion but what you're seeking is agreement
so I toss what I was thinking in the trash like I don't need it
I do whatever works unless what works is inconvenient
then I kill the plan I had and act as if I'm in bereavement
I don't care about possessions and I know how hard success is
when successful at any level it don't feel like I expected
and regardless how I feel I have no choice but to accept it
sometimes the stuff that happens ain't as grand as its perception
that's just the way it is and that's how will explain it
if the statement that I'm making is too abrasive then I'll replace it
when I'm told I'm acting childish my ability to form
an excuse that I can use while I'm building me a Fort
goes right outside the door and I resort to getting petty
Richard Petty go in circles till civilities restored
Do not tell me a thing about love no
Sure. Say a thing or else I resort to
Loveless none emotion. Do you if
You can exercise devotion would you?
Then then this DO NOT tell me of
The emotion I have explored on
Relentless unforgiving ground sound
Then down around. It's what all men
Know all to well from the almost
Belly OF HELL! Do NOT TELL ME MORE
I think I know the score. I have said
Before and I say again LOOK MY LOVE!
This then demonstrates the one I
Am. And this too it is a measure MY
HATE TOO MAY BE GREAT! Do not
Tell of a love forsaken me often
Mistaken.
Beasts! Killers!
Soulless beings, devoid of empathy,
Ruthless in your actions,
Inflicting pain without remorse.
What sins have the innocent committed?
Caught in the crossfire of your wars,
Agents of destruction,
Where is your humanity?
You, architects of suffering,
Where is the dialogue,
In your resort to violence,
Claiming innocent lives?
Do you sleep soundly,
Knowing the devastation you wreak,
Children orphaned, hospitals bombed,
What darkness lurks in your mind?
You are unworthy of this world,
Your actions speak of pure evil,
Funding wars, justifying atrocities,
No excuse for the slaughter of innocence.
Why have we descended into this abyss?
As the world watches in silence,
We cannot betray with our silence,
Hear the cries of the children,
In Gaza, DRC, Ukraine, Sudan,
Syria, and beyond,
Let their tears move you to change,
For they too deserve peace and joy.
Do not hoard the beauty of the world,
Let it be for all,
As you once were a child,
So too are they, deserving of love.
Do not be selfish,
Let the children live in peace,
For their innocence is our hope,
And their laughter, our salvation.
If your wife or husband would like a divorce
Do not resort to violence of any sort
Don’t use force but enforce your
Heart upon the Lord
Speak in silence to the Lord
Your whole heart is not seen in anger,
Do not make yourself a stranger to
God because of your pain
If you feel the heavy rain
It is time to deal directly with God
Do not make decisions based on emotion because
God has a promotion for you
Show Him your devotion in your time of pain!
If adultery was the main cause of hate
The Lord wants you to ‘make’ your decision so
Take some time and spend
A serious moment with the Lord
Be brave and if there are children involved,
Remember Christ can solve your problem
God has a promotion for you so
Secure your devotion to the Lord first!
In an age so chaotic
desperados resort to narcotics
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