Climb the tree
Friend of many yours
Time passes like I know, you free
Freedom is mine to share, the news of clarity of the world
Press for togetherness
When a time has come for us, like a promise to save living
Done, for us by the rise of integrity we seek, to imagine a bless
Today is the freshness of the sky, an air to claim the dream of giving...
I earned a fruit, for you to see
Long looks of worldly fate to compare
Avidity with cope, are we hope to tread the let of me?
Follow me to heaven, a strength of all and any is ours to share...
Completely unrelated, a note from me and godly people
When the wind decides a friend is stealing fruit, its time to look and consider
The tow of truth comes for the better of examples, not the lie of a wish realizing
The act of an enemy is to let peace believe what it want's, even when peace comes from a liar?
The Ruin of Your Wager
You threw your fortunes to the wind,
and laid your bets upon an underachiever.
Did you not look behind the mask?
Did you not weigh the heavy cost?
The ink was dry on history’s page,
the warnings written in the dust.
Yet blindly, you ignored the past wreckage,
and signed away your sacred trust.
Look now upon the quiet ruin.
See how your chosen champion falls.
You backed a beast that thrives on chaos
while silence chokes these empty halls.
Just a quiet thought.
You can't halt the falling sand
nor still the clock's relentless hand.
But you can kindle each grain as it falls
to relish each gleam, each joy it recalls.
A good laugh can stretch any hour,
a dance crowns each minute with power.
Rage against the ravages of fading light,
fling wide the shadows calling in the night.
Age is not the thief we fear—
Let its toll, draw us near
to linger longer, hearts together,
drifting softly down like a feather.
You can’t add days to life’s brief rhyme,
but you can inflate each tick of time.
When the dealer stoops low to call the game,
go all in, with eyes bright, a living flame.
losing at some game
produces very little shame
no one else to blame
pride quite easy to reclaim
nothing ventured nothing gained
big or little stakes
wagers may keep minds awake
or make weak souls shake
don't bet what shouldn't be lost
keep in mind that final cost
losing in a war
involves relatively more
lost for evermore
may be people you adore
wagered in deadly gore
bet all of one's mind
on what remains undefined
life a non-stop grind
of intensely out of line
dancing with wild emotion
keep the odds in scope
know when it's time to say nope
don’t ante last hope
when on that slippery slope
full of angles and false tropes
I
Does morality need some religion?
Does humanity need Creator, Creation?
If I'm good even when I'm bad
Morality and religion we must have
As with government, as with queens, king -
Humans need umpires in everything
II
If Jesus makes me a better being
Than I was as a Hindu, even Unbelieving
Where's the harm, if I do as Facebook
Created by Zuckerberg; WA; Telegram ...
Peddling many views, with some decorum
Hard to enforce everywhere, yet there's Reform
III
If God does not exist, and I believe in Him
No harm, no foul. Bonus: no hell, no heaven
But I was better while rising to a human Be-ing
Not just a human Do-ing, wherever I'm going!
There’s nothing objective about spirit,
in that lies its strength and its truth
Unable to measure, only to feel,
its critics profane and uncouth
Science declares it the enemy,
its formulas explaining away
Why love has no bearing and within it we’re lost
—God’s execution unstayed
(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2020)
Heavy the weight of evil's darkened blight.
In dread one breaks heart's vast moral compass.
Sombre regret lays seige upon my brow.
Bewitched my mind is rampant by false truths.
For vanity lays waste to vanity.
Mind's conflict changes like the river tide.
Time's fleeting torment yet today unspent.
Thoughts blossom, wilt, die, like a single rose.
Selfish vain souls repent for their own gain.
Fools barter coins at heaven's golden door.
Misguided belief plagues on lonely hearts.
Misery festers thick like winter's mist.
History repeats by foul men in rogue.
But hark the wager is already won.
Musture courage from mercy's precious gift.
To lay vigil and confess all my sin.
So when my life reaches its nat'ral end.
Be welcomed in whole by ill deserved praise.
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Gleaming wager’s chart spells filmy odds
And tip triers to toss wee mites for more;
To forfeit modicums of ground for vaster
Acres wider than the fabled Midas shore.
No curse greater than lost chances fair
Baked and gilded to enchant and deke,
Verily sure-win swoops altered mid air;
Glittering talismans foiled in their peak!
Each day under Fortune’s ogling suns,
Gambles’ lusting eyes dreamingly leer
At the cyclically winding mill of chance,
Heavy with sudden wealth's fetish fear.
Even now swift-tossed coins fruitless go,
Innumerable ages after the maiden shot;
And any flopping dice still wouldn’t count,
Till Bill’s vulpine wads trickle in in a draw.
Millions of eons past nature's trite element,
Odds will be spelled and big wins still bent.
A friendly wager between the two
A shake of hands and it was through
God and the Devil struck a deal
How many souls could they steal
subjects of a sinister bet
Humans as the main event
Our fate a twisted competition
boredom replaced by a bad decision
Who would win the most souls
And bragging rights and gold medals
A different kind of entertainment
To keep them busy for a minute
This madness trumps all rational
Where right and wrong they can not tell
Like waking up from a demented dream
A nightmare played on a movie screen
Would God betray us and sell us out
Just for lack of something else to do
Maybe Such madness is not so far fetched
To put a price tag on all our heads
But this is just a silly thought
A harmless notion That I dwell on
Out of boredom and lack of sleep
But what a scary thought indeed
A deal with the devil and god agrees?
My blind
Loyalty never changes
I'll give the
Lembombo mountains away
And prove that true love exists
So tell me pilgrim what you feel
Do you believe your end is real,
That on this plane your looming death
Is simple as a lapse of breath?
Perhaps Pascal might give you pause
If you see worth in earthly laws.
Consider how his logic flows
And then reflect on what man knows!
If God is real or God is not
Our logic cannot help a lot
But still a game is being played
And consequence can't be waylaid
You have to play, so play to win,
If God's not there, then where's the sin?
If God is real, ignore your pain,
For endless joy is yours to gain.
If God is joke and you are right
Enjoy earth's pleasures till your night,
If God is real and you are wrong
Regret might always be your song,
If God is dream and you are boss
A smaller gain is not real loss.
I do not know what choice you'll make,
But I am clear the path I'll take.
In bets with God don't be a prig,
Your happiness is His soul gig...
In all your life have you been kissed?
Consider what you might have missed!
Long Tooth
May 29, 2016
WHEN FOREVER BECOMES NEVER
I NEVER LOOKED HER EYE TO EYE
YET I FEEL HER HAND TOUCHING MINE
HER GOODBYE NEVER MADE ME CRY
BUT SHE STILL SENDS SHIVERS UP MY SPINE
WE NEVER DANCED LIKE TWO LOVERS DO
BUT I FEEL AS THOUGH I'M LEADING HER FEET
SHE NEVER MADE MY LIFE FEEL BRAND NEW
STILL WE WILL NEVER EVER COME TO MEET
WE NEVER RODE ON A FERRIS WHEEL
AS SHE TREMBLED IN MY ARMS
SHE NEVER MADE LOVE FEEL SO REAL
BUT EACH EVENING I ENVISION HER AMPLE CHARMS
WE NEVER WENT TO THE BEACH TO LAY UNDER THE SUN
AND I NEVER TOLD HER HOW WONDROUS SHE MADE ME FEEL
SHE NEVER MADE ME BELIEVE OUR LOVE WOULD NEVER DIE
BECAUSE I NEVER LOOKED HER EYE TO EYE
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If she,
a wager
odds are mine
a chance worthy bet
that love
may not be
life’s regret
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