Oh just shut up, you loud-mouthed crow.
Tell me something that I don’t know.
Like ~ when's the day on which I'll die,
and if there's anyone who'll cry,
or wave my wretched soul goodbye.
What if they all just shut up
Stopped regurgitating half-digested tripe
Arguing over such complex matters as
Is the Zebra white with black stripes
Or black with white stripes
Does the rain in Spain
Fall mainly on the plain
How much is too much
Does a little really go a long way
Can two really live as cheaply as one
How many angels can sit on the head of a pin
Will a stitch in time really save nine
Why don’t wet birds fly at night
But I digress…
What I meant to say was….
You scorn the work my chisel made,
Yet you have never held the blade.
You see the flaws, call them mistakes,
But you have no idea what it takes.
It’s easy to point the finger with empty hand,
To stand high ashore and sound so grand.
But the sea never hears from those aground,
Only from those swimming safe and sound.
I won’t explain the things I’ve done.
For you have no idea why it's so fine-spun.
Instead, I'll hand the control over to you,
Hiding the hurt and pain that I'm going through.
Let’s see if you can match your claim.
When no one else will share your blame.
Because flipping the game your way,
Is the only way you'll beg me to stay.
I won’t confront and fight your claims.
Because I know you enjoy those games,
Where you deride my skills and learning,
With phony debates that are so undiscerning.
Don’t judge my journey; you've not trod that way.
Step aside, let me continue; get out of the way.
If you think it’s so simple; I'll let you try and fail.
Don’t mock the captain, 'til you've faced the gale.
So tired of the TV talking heads
twisting every word that's said
much of it scripted
and has to be read
they don't even have a vested interest
only putting their mouth
where the money is at best
my advice to them...
'If you have nothing useful to add,
Mum's the word
don't drive us mad,
keep it under wraps
stow it under your hat,
put a lid on it
or a cork in it,
zip your lips,
spare us the hot air,
it's a verbal Sirocco and, in all likelihood,
an ill wind that blows no one any good.'
They've done with this world, they've shut up shop,
They've locked every door and window.
They've pulled the curtains tight, all in is excluded within.
All dissension within is chained up and barred shut, all out of spite.
They've silenced the migratory birds,
They've told them to go sing to the neighbors instead.
The postman now tosses their mail in the bin,
As the sign on their letterbox proclaims, “World’s switched off!”
The planet can spin, it's so nice elsewhere.
Who needs the cranky, spiteful, detached, deluded - U.S.
When we folks, all around here, are the welcoming sharing 'us'
We no longer want to hear the TRUMPet blare!
Let 'em cut off their nose to spite their face.
Put up or shut up time
Has crept up upon thee,
And it's your time to shine.
On your mark, get set, go!
Everything's on the line
Put up or shut up time;
Mouth off no excuses,
You must fully commit.
Do you have what it takes?
How bad do you want it?
Put up or shut up time.
Vroom, rev up your engine;
Off to the races, friend.
Show em' what you're made of;
See it through to the end.
Put up or shut up time.
You go big or go home.
You're through talking the talk.
It's the moment of truth,
You must now walk the walk!
Shut Up!
Shut up the hurricane shutters!
There's a storm that is ready to blow.
Batten down all the hatches!
Mother nature is angry, don't you know?
There's a man on the watch tower
and he's signalling to the boats in the harbor.
There are squalls on the horizon,
and he doesn't want you to go.
Keep your prayers close beside you.
Keep your loved ones by your side.
Settle all scores that divide you.
Pray for forgiveness, and for strength to abide.
Paint the front doors that judgement pass over.
Burn the candles that welcomes the Prince of Peace.
You can see the four horsemen come riding.
There is no shelter from His wrath to hide.
The mockers will taunt you,
as Noah had to endure.
Your obedience is your love,
and in faith, your salvation is assured.
When finally the seas die back.
And the armies of evil are drowned in the murk,
A ray of light like a dove will descend on you,
and everlasting paradise will be secured.
by Martin Braun
3/17/2024
.
it's
because you kissed
me
mine
i
thus
me
i
lost
control
uv mine
lip's
roam
Hide under a rock,
In your mouth, stuff a sock!
Just don't say anything!
Just glue up your lips!
Or shut em' up with a lock!
Just don't say anything!
No one wants to hear your crap!
Shut up! Or we will feed you to a hawk!
I’m loud, raunchy, fun and games.
Just don’t shoosh me up!
I drink, joke, laugh and sing.
Just don’t shoosh me up!
There really isn’t any point.
It’s never gonna work!
I’ll never shut my mouth up tight.
So Get Lost, Ya Jerk!!
if i commit a mistake
by recklessness or
incompetence
don't talk now...
Nothing say... nothing,
don't cut my soul...!
Relevant procedure...
Love once in awhile
is be mute
than exposed words...
talking can be love,
but don't talk sometimes
also is...!
I can't stand you Well sit down then
I'm trying to sprout
You keep drowning me out
And you say that what I'm doing isn't right
I will rebel against social standards
I refuse to follow social norms
They bore me
It's a tragedy
I keep seeing people around me
They are falling
Because people cant stop talking
They slice me, they dice me, they roll me in flour.
I have finally done what they asked. I have shut up.
They sprinkle me with cinnamon and sugar
Then they pop me into the oven
Hoping to shut me up
My gingerbread man voice is silent now,
It is hot in here, and getting uncomfortable.
I think “damn, boy, you have done it this time”
I settle back and turn all shades of golden.
They let me cool and then they devour me.
No problem. I come back in the form of a new baby.
Keep them awake day and night,
Crying that horrifically ugly newborn kitty cry
Until they get up and walk the floor all night
I am like a Phoenix. You cannot shut me up
You mother cluckers!
What allure is there in talking about people?
What allure is there analyzing situation your not in?
Who are you to decide what is right or wrong for someone else?
Why is it normal to do this?
Are you bored? Do something, shut up and do something.
Or do nothing, just shut up.
At least that's the battle I go through with the thinker in my head.
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