It doesn’t depend on a choice but rather
You have it innately, or not
Though it can’t be derived from mother or father
Inevitably, with a lot
Of all other merits and habits they can
Subliminally pass to you
Either you belong, or you’re not one of them
Who live as if splat in two
The national mammals like to care about
The superior meanings of their tribe
But what goes around swiftly comes around
In reverse, from another side
When it comes to a whirlwind of echoes
The nationals can’t discern
Their own voice, and from what of ghettos
A heavier smoke returns.
It crossed my mind, to leave your book at the Geelong station.
It could be found in the Lost Property department.
If you wanted to claim it back, you come and get it yourself.
Your book and the chocolate box weighed 1/2 a kilo.
The weight caused my walking steps heavy hence slow,
Thought they would be off my load,
As soon as I meet you on the train.
No, you played disappear game again.
This time, you will not stand a chance.
Please refrain yourself,
From using the same or any excuses.
You are now one year older,
Should be somehow wiser.
With your irresponsible behaviours
All you could get was some vouchers and dinner.
I did not care your excuses any more.
Just stay away from me,
I might be a loner, but I am not a loser
I have had plenty to share and give,
Only to those who deserved it.
If you have issues, keep them with you.
If you have problems, I did not want to hear them.
Born of a cloth wrapped in fear and loathing
A dyed in the wool wolf in sheep's clothing
A scoundrel at heart for all here to see
No sacrifice made or hero to be
A braggart that speaks only tongue and cheek
A coward at best that preys on the weak
What goes around comes around without a sound
So when the time comes lies dead on the ground
Deeds are indeed seeds
Which proceed to those in need
To be freed from greed
Of those of a higher breed,
Whom follow an evil creed.
It becomes a karma to embrace
When off the silent route is grace
And all done thought perfect behind
Will come peacefully hunting blind
Either good or bad, each will get his
And thereafter, it will come peace at ease
The stillness of "had i know"
Would hurt the precious times flow
Admire its briefness before it burns
To get an awesome turn
Forget their ignorance
Respect their concurrence!
When I said get lost and you refused
Act like you’re innocent play it confused
Telling your story which is simply untrue
And I’m not believed what do I do?
people believe what they want to believe
And they don’t hear me so I’ll gladly leave
Social approval you’ve lied to succeed
Seeking attention as is your need
People believe you will find out in time
Like all those before who know that you lie
Lies are only ever a temporary disguise
Unknown at first but the people grow wise
You are dishonest and cannot be trusted
con people at first but always get busted
You are a blagger but not to the stranger
Time goes by and they judge you stranger
If I was unstable you would be in danger
But I’ll gladly see you an absolute stranger
I said I’ll see you around
Because you lie and let down
And you still do that all around town
What goes around comes around
The stones we cast may ricochet,
returning with astounding speed
or not for years, but either way
they hit us hard and bid us heed
the Golden rule in word and deed.
August 6, 2021
entered in the Stones Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Anthony Biaanco
August 9, 2021
entered in the Bite Size Poem no. 17 Contest placed 1st
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
September 1, 2021
entered in the Motto Matters contest
Sponsor: Natasha L. Scragg
What goes around will eventually find its' way back,
it's basic geometry, measurements and math.
If You turn right enough you will be back in the same place.
Back to were you came from, back to the previous space.
Like a Boomerang that is thrown into the sky.
Karma sets the pace on how fast it will fly.
Just know when you toss it into the atmosphere,
Karma plans on a time when it will reappear.
Because anything you discard will find its' way back through.
Back to where it started, back to it's owner, back to you.
We watched and listened for many years
To all the "wise ones" who ground their gears,
"Just do as I say, not as I do
And I will be the leader of you."
Well, we followed them, like lemmings, all
And now we see how they've made us fall.
We're in a great mess with so much less
But none of the culprits will ever confess.
That day is on the way when they will all pay
And the honest competent will have their way,
For as you know "What goes around comes around",
When they no longer will keep us down on the ground.
Americans think they can do whatever and it won't turn around and bite them in the butt,
They go bully someone and mess their country up,
They rape women and children and then tell them to shut shut up,
The white man devils always trying to oppress somebody,
Their not happy until they kill everybody!
Well guess what; what goes around comes around,
Eventually the truth will come out,
Don't want to change, want to stick with insanity,
It showed when they shot John F. Kennedy,
America will be doomed for life,
Always going to keep their ways even if they have to put up a fight,
What goes around comes around,
America will burn to the ground,
So keep those ignorant ways,
Because one of these days,
America's going to pay!
~ Me
5/24/2008
The crazy one, he knows
To whom woe befell
Unlucky liar he was
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