Short Rectifying Poems
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Why make everything complex
Complicate, replicate, concave, or convex?
I am a strong proponent of simplifying
If there’s a problem, it’s for rectifying!
written November 29, 2021
My desk is a mess;
I’m nothing less.
Stacks of paper, unpaid bills.
I render the scene with bottles and pills.
Rectifying my being; brainwashing my head,
Writing my character off in a script already dead.
Belligerent; demanding more
Egotistical persona; hard core
Treasonous painful open sores
Rectifying actions; what for
Arrogant unsympathetic rapport
Yesterday; same as before
Asinine unit of corps
Loyalty non-existent decor
Surmising they are right and never wrong.
Confidence in what they do makes them strong.
Opportunistic with whatever comes along.
Rectifying anything that may go wrong.
Perspicacious judgment in all that they see.
Insight into all eliminates any mystery.
Occupations produce goods and services with quality.
March 30, 2012
Some people are naturally born
to grief losses in different ways
mourn friendships remember
the past in great detail and hold
onto them as if the reality of
yesterday is now today
People naturally evolve onto
their own growing
maturing
rectifying past mistakes
and becoming better people
others stay stuck in old
patterns of being.
Violence isn't a good method
To depend oneself
Or an excuse to combat peace
Not an issue of extolling power
Nor a bravado of strength
A jealous person is prone
To commit crime if not hindered
An act of loving too much
Is a prelude to getting humiliation
If not controlled will led you to destruction
Hating is mind conditioning
While loving is heart rectifying
Trained your mind to things Godly
And you will have gains of its own.
O Night!how I miss your silent and peaceful precious time.
Easing heavy and inconsolable tiresome thoughts.
Where have all the skills of life vanished?
Only trails of vague shadow exists,
Then as mist does it leave.
Busy as it seems around.
But does honesty exist where you spend your day?
Rectifying something already done;
No genuine process in progress.
Someday one has to call it a day.
Recline to start all over anew again.
To live as God desires.