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Eric Nolan Poem
My butt crack
Is quite a split
It supports the rest of me
when I sit
you thought I was gonna say something else didn't you ?
My butt crack
Is a marvel to behold
It was cute when I was young
but now offensive since I'm old
My butt crack
Is pretty darn straight
can you imagine if it was crooked
pretty weird sight I would rate
My butt crack
Is funny to me
when I bend over in my jeans
It peeks out
for you to see
My butt crack
wanted me to write this today
for no other reason
then just to say......................
I gotta split
LOL
Eric (and sometimes not)
Copyright © Eric Nolan | Year Posted 2010
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To all of us
Who have lost someone
To all of us who have lost something
A void, emptiness
A feeling of the no more
And nevermore
To those of us
Who never got a chance
To say I love you
Or I’m sorry
Or I care
To those of us who thought
There would be a tomorrow
Or a next time
To those of us who wish for yesterday
To relay the feelings of today
I say this to you
Do not wait for tomorrow
For what can be said today
Do let pride steal your chance
Do not dream of what you want
Do not wait for anything
To confess what you want to say
Tick Tock
It’s a race against the clock
Time is nothing but a fuse that burns
Convey your thoughts to those you love
For otherwise an empty heart yearns
Empty and unsaid
Thoughts of love
Fall silent upon the ears of the dead
Think about it !
Eric (and sometimes not)
Copyright © Eric Nolan | Year Posted 2009
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L iving
I n
F ear
E verywhere
Just as we live and just as we die
We laugh, kill and crucify
We are no more our brothers than we are ourselves
We are the players
With the tools and talent of the efficient demise
Of war, famine and greed
We do rise
Of the ever constant ricochet of freedom in our ears
As we wrap our fallen dead in a shroud of rights, laws and bills
And continue to improve the technology, the precision
The assurance of absolute destruction
Buying death is easy
Dealing is easier
Survival
The career choice of many
A thriving business with prestige and power
Taking, wanting, hungry for the rush
So young, so fragile
Blood is running in the streets
A seemingly endless fountain of misguided youth
Falling, one after the other
So far from the truth
S hocked
A ngry
D epressed
What good has ever come from a gun ?
Why kill ?
Why are we arming our children ?
Our future ?
Are you blind to the fact ?
Do you not hear the sound ?
Do you not see ?
Do you not care ?
We are killing ourselves
Stealing each others dreams
Each others families
Why pro-create ?
To produce, raise, and nurture more disposable targets ?
Is there another use for guns ?
1 + 1 = 0
One bullet + one individual = one less reason to care
We are waging war upon our brothers for money, love and survival
G ive
U s
N o
S anity
All to easy....................
Living In Fear Everywhere
Eric (and sometimes not)
Copyright © Eric Nolan | Year Posted 2009
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Have you ever thought about the Death of Christ?
Why did they crucify him?
If you read the story then you know
But what I ask is why didn't God stop them?
It's natural to protect our own
How could he let him be sacrificed?
For the good of all man I've been told
God sacrificed his only son for us
But what does he ask in return? What does he want?
Are we supposed to try and emulate him?
I wish to know
I don't understand his decision
To not help his only son, I couldn't do that
But I do know that is why we are not gods
Do people who give their lives for others emulate God?
When a solider dies for our country is he dying for us?
Or freedom? or both?
Are the parents godlike in their sacrifice of their children?
Like Christ when he sacrificed his only son
Or is it more than that?
Is patriotism just a mindset to get people to fight?
When one country is mad at another
It's the leaders who argue not the countries
Why can't the leaders fight and leave us alone?
Do leaders send their own children to fight and die?
Why should I send my children to fight and die for you?
Are you a God? Do you have my interests at heart? Or yours?
You say it is in the name of freedom, but whose freedom?
We have never been free
You send me to fight, kill, and die
And yet you say I am free, free to do what?
Free to murder those you want dead?
Free to send my children to their death for you?
Who are you again? Are you a God?
I fight for God not you
My children are not targets or murderers
And now you demand my children to be your shield
Who are you again? Never mind
I know who you are it's very plain to see
You are not a god you are a coward
You are evil and you are trying to destroy us
You are lying to all of us just as you always have
You speak of freedom
As you try to blind us with patriotism
And silence us with duty and honor, Meaningless!
From one who knows nothing of their meaning
I wonder what God would say to you
Knowing who and what you are
Would he forgive you?
Would he understand your deception? Would he?
I could not forgive you, this is why I am not a god
I can't forgive, I am vengeful, I would punish you
Without mercy
For allowing this deception of youth to continue
Maybe you believe your right but I can't believe that
You know what your doing is wrong yet you continue
One day you will pay, as we all will
We are all guilty to some degree
But most of all we are guilty of sacrificing our children to you
Who are you again? never mind
I just remembered, your the devil
Copyright © Eric Nolan | Year Posted 2009
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There you go you have been identified
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You have been marked
Branded, tracked, and electronically lo-jacked
Forever part of the system
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Cataloged, tethered, and bound by a digital rope
0's and 1's
Forever lost digitally
And reasonably beyond hope
A sequence of numbers
To be put in a human catalogue
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To be accessed, reviewed, and assessed
Through the cyber fog
You are a number, not a name
You are part of the inventory
Of the cold hearted insane
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Welcome to the warehouse we call earth
We want your presence, we crave your birth
Another soul to feed the beast
Another set of digits to add to the feast
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No need to worry because you are free
Just never be late when you pay me
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9 little numbers to keep you straight
9 little ways to control your fate
Think of this when you obey
Live with this day by day
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It is the freedom
For which you pay
Log in, sign on, and punch the clock
My obedient tax paying flock
For the masses and your little number
You have been introduced
To the greed driven financial slumber
Welcome !
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Eric (and sometimes not)
Copyright © Eric Nolan | Year Posted 2009
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Politics
Politicians
Definition: (Webster’s dictionary)
To deceive, dismay, confuse or blind
How perfect !
Simply put
Misplaced faith by the masses
But truly not our fault
Just a little slow that’s all
When you’ve been lied to from the beginning
What else do you have to compare it to ?
But lets look at it for what it really is
Bullshit !!!
Who can sling it and sugarcoat it the best
Wins my vote
The lesser of two evils I suppose
It almost seems like a talent show
Who can dazzle, dance, and defy the one thing we really want
TRUTH !!!
Very simple, effective, and enlightening
Though a scary concept I admit
But definitely something new
But then again………..
Would they believe you ??
If they did tell the truth
How would we know ??
Think about it
Eric ( and sometimes not )
Copyright © Eric Nolan | Year Posted 2009
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What a joke
What a laugh
People stressing
The overdraft
Oh my
Oh me
How much will it be?
Can I afford to pay?
Another unfair bill today?
Such is the way of the corporate ladder
To send paper with numbers
In order to get fatter
I laugh at your effort
To rob me long distance
Instead I smirk
And return resistance
It seems odd to me
That people fret
Like they’ll ever collect
Is what I bet
I wait for it all to collapse
For corporate America
To fall into relapse
Then look at the greed
And what they have brought
How much blood from a stone?
Is my thought
I love to laugh at these greedy misguided fools
Sending paper numbers
To obedient tools
When they send you pictures of numbers
Send them pictures of money
And laugh, laugh, laugh………..
Eric (and sometimes not)
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I love you too much
To let anything bad happen to you
I love you too much
To see you do bad things
I love you too much
To do nothing
I wont sit and do nothing
I will stop you
Even if I have to hurt you to save you
I wont sit and do nothing
It’s nothing personal
I just love you too much
Eric (and sometimes not)
Copyright © Eric Nolan | Year Posted 2014
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In the increasing constriction
Of government restriction
I offer the following observation
Of freedoms suffocation
Of daily liberties
Savagely curtailed
Of your war on everything
That has sadly failed
Of your attempts to control the masses
Becomes comical as it passes
Many like me question your sanity
Or is it simply blind vanity?
Why is it so important to control the mundane?
Why is power such a treat?
Why relish the suffering at your feet?
Do you really believe
That you’re the “elite”?
I can’t help but laugh at that term
Please forgive the disrespect
As I snicker for effect
To me it’s simply ludicrous
Because you’re such a joke
The masses you seek to silence
Are angry and awoke
I wish to simply confide
That you might want to step aside
Before the masses take you for a ride
To your “unfortunate suicide”
Are you getting the vibe?
Eric (and sometimes not)
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Vengeance is mine sayeth the Lord
A statement I'm sure we've all heard at one time
Also a very tough one to deal with
Vengeance is not ours according to the Bible
It's left to faith
It's left to the belief that the horrific crimes of others will be dealt with
I, myself have a hard time with it
I have no choice but to follow it
Even if I don't agree with it
I would like to believe that evil will be dealt with
Or is currently being dealt with on some spiritual level
I would feel better If I knew the outcome of the vengeance
If I could see the result
See the "check" being paid as it were
I am having trouble not seeing murderers get what is coming to them
I can live without killing them
I can deal with them being locked up for life
But I want something more than that...........................
Say..........
Hard labor?
Daily torture?
Public caning?
Castration?
All of the above?
Prison is no longer a viable deterrent for the horrific crimes that occur
Every year we as a species seem to find new and more grisly ways to murder each other
What will this year bring?
What will be this year’s most shocking death?
And who will bring it?
The kids?
They seem to be the latest thing in absolute shocking carnage
Or maybe this will be the year of the female
They have been lacking in the body count of 2009
Maybe this will be their year
I wonder
Do you even really care?
Thou shalt not kill
It seems that statement has fallen upon deaf ears for quite a long time
You know.............
If we as a people didn't have religion
Evil wouldn't stand a chance
The sense of right and wrong
Would destroy the evil of man without a thought
If you knew you could destroy an evil person and not pay religious consequences would you?
Of course you would
As most of us would
There is no remorse for doing good deeds
And taking vengeance upon evil
Is noble and just
But the rules of religion say we must not
The rules say we must rise above it
And trust it will be dealt with
Keeping the faith it will be done
To try and hold this commitment
Is in itself God like
Which is why most of us fail
And fail miserably
We want vengeance
We want their death
We want them to feel our pain
Our suffering
Our loss
Our sorrow
Our anger
Our hatred
Vengeance is mine sayeth the Lord
And it is because of this statement
That we have faith
Eric (and sometimes not)
Copyright © Eric Nolan | Year Posted 2009
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