Pusillanimous
hosted pugnacious
~served Hawaiian punch
There are two Americas today
One that puts its faith in the system
The other that puts it in the people
The first is the Left
The second is the Right
And this is the way it has always been
One side relying on the power of the State
To impose its will on the individual
The other side relying on the individual
To build, protect, support and celebrate this nation
The irony of course is the system
Relies on, and feeds off of these very individuals
One side wants to tear this nation down
To rebuild it in a vision of hope and change
The other wants to build on its traditional foundation
To simply make it great again
And make it even better
The Left and Right are not two wings
Of a single birds
Not two sides of one coin
They are instead two fundamentally different
Visions of what is right and wrong
What is the light and the dark
America, we are at a crossroad
What will it be, fun and freedom
Or anxiety, depression and terror of tyranny
(9/9/26)
A glowing lantern in the dark,
A quiet, silver, distant spark.
It dances through the velvet night,
And paints the world in pastel light.
Without a sound,
it shifts its grace,
From slender crescent to full face.
A watchful guide for dreaming eyes,
The silent giant of the skies.
The tree in my backyard has been watching me since I was three.
As time passed, its gaze has never set me free.
In the light, it gives a shadow;
in the dark, it hides the light.
This tree makes my life just not right.
Like the other night, it knocked on my window, gave me a fright.
This damn tree is trying to take my life;
I know it looks at me like a killer with a knife.
So with an axe, I hacked it to the ground,
And joyfully, wildly, I danced around.
Who knows the neat stories of the prophets
The real nice true stories ~
Knows to write about them.
Some won't hear your voice;
They were never meant to
Be present
Cut them loose cleanly.
The ones pretend from your
Same fire
Know you the whirlwind they
See you.
You have to make that decision
If you go right your future will be bright
And you will reach new heights
In your life you will be a great leader
And with all this racism you will be a great healer
You will never be a cheater
You will always be that great dreamer
And in your self you will be a believer
Eventually you will be a great achiever
If you decide to go left
You will always be tested
Your life everyday will be some how affected
You may be the one that is always suspected
For some reason you may not be felt connected
And you will always will feel neglected
You realize you took the wrong direction
And now you change your mind and pick the right selection
It may take along time
To make that climb
And to stop all the bad crimes
Your heart says you can do it
If you just try to commit
What did you do?
Acting cool
Making VIP alpha list
Curling a fist?
Scan word floor
You may find four
Sounding good
As writings should
So, summon 'a,i,o,u'
Hush, 'I am not through'
Using this writing tool
Pointing out fools
Swimming in soup pool
Starting buzz
With its warming fuzz
Hail king
Only thing
That will sing
Following 'A', in command
Major B, who has a plan
To find a way out of this jam
My young child, I bid you good night
Now go to your room and light
Your fantasy story sight
Taking you far
Lapping any shooting star
Watering all the same won't make them bloom—
it's watering each by its need that does.
Pour the same on all, and some will drown,
while others wither, still begging for more.
It's not just about watering...
… the original woman
The pure
Without sickness
No sick psychology
The man-hater
I need the original
God created
Without psychology
No need this science
Only the Bible
That’s all
But everything
Forever
If the world ends right now,
will seek for the god in the last vow.
Hands shaking, breath thin,
knees to the ground, nowhere else to begin.
As if plants were crying in,
due to humans having skeptical thinking,
cutting roots we don’t understand,
taking without asking, leaving scars on the land.
destroying one or two but the whole life of the livings.
Forests falling silent, rivers forgetting how to sing,
birds with no sky, and children with no spring.
We broke the chain and called it progress,
we broke the world and called it less.
Oh God,
If I get a chance for a last vow,
wanna seek for you in a row.
Not just one prayer and then goodbye,
but line after line, till the stars go dry.
Let me speak, let me stay,
let me mean it, just this one last time.
Getting through ©2016 js
You’re rocking and rolling
Getting through the night
Rocking and rolling holding on tight
Sometimes you’re wrong
But mostly right
The east wind is blowing
On your side
You don’t believe in lonely
You never lost your drive
Picking up the beat
Helps you see the light
you gave away the blues
learned to live free
your not to old
to let it all be
the world will come to you
a revised history
Sometimes your wrong
But mostly right , don’t give
Up the fight
Don’t give up the fight
Oh to the rain that sits up in the clouds
Mocking me for standing on the dry ground:
Why do you not come at my beck and call?
Why do you briefly visit, if at all?
Why do you loom o’erhead but fail to fall?
The sun l scorches us, humid is the air
And sure, there is a patter, here and there
And yet you refuse to rain in full.
I can see your darkness swirling about
The torment of torrents wanting an out
Oh to the rain that sits up in the clouds
Mocking me for begging upon dry ground:
Until you begin I will simply sit.
Get on with it.
I was right.
Sucker punched anyway.
They say that those turning right go first every time.
But like wasps-
Anger leads direction.
I feel pungent as spinach that gets spit out.
Yeah, I was right about this and that.
And other stuff that beats me up inside because I could ramble on and keep being correct forever.
The right of way in this world.
Means that I should turn right now and again.
I was right as a ragged breath in a runner.
I was right as a caterpillar’s cocoon getting so tough.
I was right.
And it feels like a participation trophy anyway.
In the still of a summer night,
Softly playing, stars so bright
Seeking hearts, in moonlight
Joy stirs in those who delight
In the wonder of this sight
Glorious stillness feels so right
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