'There are three kinds of lies: lies, damned lies, and statistics.'"[
Attributed to Mark Twain
anyone can tell a lie but it takes a politician to tell a statistic
In the United States,
152 serial killers
are responsible
for 12,746 deaths
was not the first thing
I wanted to read
this sunny
Sunday morning,
but the news feed
had other ideas
and teaches how easy
it is for life to fall
to pieces~
it ever preaches
how a human hyena
searches for prey,
and no speeches
how we should pray!
The heart is deceitful above all things, and desperately wicked: who can know it? I the LORD search the heart, I try the reins, even to give every man according to his ways, and according to the fruit of his doings. ~Jeremiah 17:9-10 KJV
News splash
Cars crashed
Both smashed
Heads gashed
Arms mashed
Legs slashed
Whiplashed
Lives trashed
Hopes dashed
It happens ....... behind closed doors,
It hardly ever happens in front of you,
One to scared to talk,
The other thinking they wont get caught,
Mentaly and physically abused,
Isolated from family and friends.
Being told "you've nowhere to go an no one to help you,
Dont listen because that's a fallacy,
Find the courage find the strength,
Call 999 reach out to a neighbour
There are places to go and people who will help you.
It's mostly women we hear about but men hardly ever,
This is probably through embarrassment they need help to,
I've read about those that dont survive,
Its inescapable more needs to be done,
If your been abused dont be a statistic be a survivor,
You need to get out be free live your life away from them.
Looks like people are ignoring
Physical distancing in crowds
In St. John’s Newfoundland as seen
By new photo evidence
In night club dancing and street groups.
Soon, proof that Covid-19 can
Travel in the air we breathe from
Coughs, sneezes and close contacts
Will be made real by WHO.
Keep using masks, washing hands, no
Matter how silly it does look…
It could save your life and more.
Don’t go nuts and booze and laugh your
Nights away with your partying.
Keep social distancing before
You end up a statistic.
W.C.Hull © 2020-6-7-H1470-2580-
I52-K52-48-L59-20
W.C.Hull © 2020-6-7-WCH-2-13
I didn't contract it
But i died from it
enter the cold rain
completely in the red
i want to go green
however i see yellow and become cautious
the dynamic is minuscule
the grand factor is microscopic
the gargantuan is crunchy pebble beneath my feet
if the blood from my soles sink in the dirt, will the life under the soil wilt
exit to welcome mat with snow falling
a blizzard teases freeze my brain like ice cream
i want normality and good music to share anecdotes in my time machine
however i wake up to modern life and again become another brain fart in reality
Accuracy Accumulates in Statistic
Accuracy will accumulate in each statistic,
Which may have made it become realistic,
About thought,
And got caught;
Now is easier to understand and simplistic.
Jim Horn
If you are ever feeling down
know that love can always be found
and there is help just look around
don't ever give up
try not to live up
to the statistics
peers are your own worst critics
put down the gun
there is no reason none
none at all
so if you see a friend in need answer that call
I know people think its cool to hurt another person
when it is really themselves they are hurtin
shadowed to this life by a curtain
who to blame the one raising the kids
or is it a whole other list
lets not talk about grown ups
that are grown sluts
that will just f*** not know your name life and such
that is why when it is life you try to f*** it doesn't mean much
but you got to hold on in life its like a bronco don't get bucked. -TA
A survey put to a gambling mix,
posed questions on gambling tricks.
It states from the outset,
with Russian roulette,
that it’s safe, claimed by five out of six.
Here I brought you a few things
I thought they'd come in handy
expectin a present, not quite
no cards or chocolate candy.
I brought you a bottle of listerine
since you doin all that spittin
nothin but toxins comin out
maybe your tongue,
you should have bitten.
Toilet paper to clean up
all that sh** you talkin
watch yourself, don't trip now
better watch where you walkin.
You think cuz I'm a girl,
I'm Incapable of rappin to your standards
but I run the show, like The Simpsons
you just liven with The Flanders.
So remember in these battles
better not discriminate
even though I'm female,
competition I eliminate.
So here I go again
going off so prolific,
think your number one
your just a google statistic.
I'm lost in the world
I've become another
STATISTIC
We were together
Things were supposed to be better
Now your gone
All alone
Look at what happened
My parents always knew
But I tried to prove
That my life would be great
Instead
I just made a mistake
Trying to make sense of it
I can't
I'm just stuck in this
Mixed feelings
Proud mother
Never take that away
STATISTIC
Is all I hear
STATISTIC
Is what I feared
STATISTIC
I am not
STATISTIC
I can't be
Close my eyes
Hope to snap out of it
But it is not a dream
Wake up!!!
Crying is all I hear
Dealing with it
I rather be known
As a GREAT MOM
NOW
I feel like another
STATISTIC
I'm somebody I don't want to be
Sick in the mind
Is how trusted ones have nurtured me
Sweet and naive
What a bad combination
Torn to shreds and built up
Into a new creation
Sometimes I sleep
And don't dream
But have flashbacks
And see pictures with bad means
"Get this out of my head
Its driving me mad!"
But who do I tell this to
I don't want to relive
What I didn't want to go through
I cry
But what does this do
I want to know the soulless
Who've affected me hurt, too
I don't care about their presents, futures, or pasts
The thought of my welfare on their minds was last
I only hope that in the future
I'll avoid another life altering calamity
With man
This may seem pessimistic,
But honestly I’m a statistic,
Craving only the face of tomorrow,
Without the inclusion of this sorrow.
My rock is gone
With hopes and dreams
Leaving me here
Life splitting at the seams.
He gave me words of love
And showed actions of hate
Restored to me my life
Made me think we were fate.
An argument here
A harsh word there
But always returning
With his previous love and care.
Now I'm free of him
And try not to go ballistic
But if my life stays the same
I think I'll become the next statistic.
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