Structures crumbling under the weight of
the decisions made in haste
Beneath the rubble lies all the reasons it was
all laid to waste
The signs were seen but disregarded as mere
means to an end
The golden mean would've sufficed but extremes
prevailed once again
Lack of faith in what is seen lead to harder lessons
learned
Some fight hard for their destruction so their path
is truly earned
You can preach until the cows come home but many
won't give a second listen
I guess the slaughter is more enticing to their
inhumane animalism
We're cannibalistic in a sense with the way we come
for each other
We've been deceived to come against & to fight
one another
Everyone loses at the end of days if we're overcome
by the night
We're in the midst of the battle of all battles with
those that wish to force a fight
They say that all is fair in love & war and that
purple hearts are a blessing
All I see are the wounds that decorate us while we
endure convalescence
Open your eyes unto the message before you take
further steps
I implore you to be righteous in your ways so that
you avoid oversteps
Lawn Mower Facts
Briggs and Stratton is number one,
Grandpa use to say…
They will last until the cows come home.
Then he dreamed a bit…
The Deere, Oh John, he plows forever,
If you can afford one, that is.
Fixing things that did not run,
with magic hands, old and withered with time.
Still able to join nothing into something,
Spark and start the blades,
whirling and the grass goes down.
Piles of old tires behind the shed.
Decks without engines, gas tanks empty.
This was the land of possibilities.
Grandpa was always moving, forward.
Frames of things, welders to melt steel,
so hot you could feel.
Then…
Mini bikes, with stolen power, leaving the grass too long.
Pushing all the right buttons, changing all the right gears.
Faster and faster.
Grandpa was right. (as always)
Briggs, are wonderful for cutting the green,
but way better
for Kicking
the
dust
up…
instead of laying the grass down!
We have not had a full week at school for seven weeks.
Our students are pumped, not realizing maybe...
We will be going to school until the cows come home.
Yes, I know it is an Iowa expression,
Being from Iowa, I feel I can use it. Moo. Moo.
I am doing my mooing now,
Because in the summer, I imagine I will not feel mooing.
There will be no joy at all....
When we are stuck in school
Two weeks after the date we thought we were getting out.
Come on, ice, sleet and snow.
Listen up Jack Frost.
Please cancel next Saturday's snow.
I am yelling “Uncle!”
Enough already.
Where in the world has our passion gone
Like when I couldn't wait to see you everyday
It somehow slipped off, and left us here all alone
I always thought love was gonna be here to stay
We're no longer holding hands, as we walk through the park
Like we did when we were kids back in the day
No more laying in the grass, under the stars in the dark
I never thought we'd be liven life this way
Where in the world has our passion gone
Like when I couldn't wait to kiss your sweet lips everyday
Now all that's left is this cold and lonely home
And it looks like that's the way it's gonna stay
We're no longer making love, until the cows come home
Like we did with every chance back in the day
No more "I love you" goodbyes, when we hang up the phone
I can't believe life has changed for us this way
I'll tell you right now, where our passion has gone
It's gone like the love tune records, you used to play
Only thing left is cold shoulders, that chill you to the bone
All gone with the "I love yous" that you no longer say
Danny Boy: 9-19-13
Another one of those songs
I just had to get out. :o)