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Gregory Cox Poem
Little drops of water wash the largest stone away.
They won't do it in an hour or even in a day.
Once those drops get started, you can kiss that stone good-bye.
Those little drops of water always finish what they try.
Remember if its victory, and nothing less you say.
I does not have to happen right now here today.
Little drops of water wash the largest stone away.
They won't do it in an hour or even in a day.
Once those drops get started, you can kiss that stone good-bye.
Those little drops of water always finish what they try.
A wise man takes his time and wins, a fool rushes to his defeat.
Victory, no matter when its time is always oh so sweet.
Little drops of water wash the largest stone away.
They won't do it in an hour or even in a day.
Once those drops get started, you can kiss that stone good-bye.
Those little drops of water always finish what they try.
Think on this now sagely, the next time you wail and cry.
We can't change it anyway, so why should we bother to try.
Little drops of water wash the largest stone away.
They won't do it in an hour or even in a day.
Once those drops get started, you can kiss that stone good-bye.
Those little drops of water always finish what they try.
Like those little drops of water that makes up the deep blue sea.
It is only one human being at a time that makes up our society.
Little drops of water wash the largest stone away.
They won't do it in an hour or even in a day.
Once those drops get started, you can kiss that stone good-bye.
Those little drops of water always finish what they try.
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I stopped to smell the roses I got stung by a bee
Weird as it might seem that made me so happy
For the bees they are a dying it seems something is wrong
If those bees keep dying we won’t be here very long
I know I could just blithely continue down this road
Refuse to be responsible, refuse to carry my load
But isn’t that exactly what led us to this place?
Where we are grimly facing the end of the human race
I know I could keep writing about the rising of the seas
The millions confined in poverty and the dying of the trees
Oh the subjects they are endless this truth that we must face
However self glorification causes us to move at slothful pace
I guess it is more pleasant staring at yesterday and fail to see tomorrow
And the price that we will pay…sadness sadness they refuse to listen,
And when told they refuse to listen, they refuse to listen.
So to you I wish to say…I love you and goodbye
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The world out there so big they say.
The one inside grows smaller each day.
Where once stood the crowd I knew.
Empty space and a remaining few.
The dreams so grand, with limits none.
At my feet I find not one.
Where the endless expanse of days.
Spread before us like crashing waves.
Now a night that draws us nigh.
Time to sleep that gentle sigh.
So sweep up the memories, throw out the lies.
Hush now my friend your frightened cries.
It was so sweet all I tried.
So scatter me far and scatter me wide.
Its true, no man ever went so far.
Travel by foot, bike and clanging car.
The people, places and things I’ve known.
The joy, my children, to my heart have shown.
What man should lament his having to go?
For it merely be what we are born to do.
Ain't life a wonderment???
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Oh we ostriches, my fellow man.
They led us here and pointed saying this is sand.
Lest by chance a fool we hap to be.
The truth is plain for all to see.
Time to struggle and throw a fit.
Yuck phooey and out we spit.
Thats not sand its ________.
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The stage driver was lost, he never knew the way
Yet the roads he kept on driving day after day
He took us down dark trails then calmly asked for pay
The riders frightened sat there with not a word to say
None ever stopped to ponder, what if they chanced to walk
None ever turned to the others and respectful had a talk
Well I’m going to tell you something you do not want to hear
The destination is up to you the book it makes that clear
The fact is you are responsible; really there is nothing to fear
Why do we hope and assume another will be so wise
That we will let them drive us through a world filled with lies
It seems self doubt demands we let others lead our lives
However I believe in you, I just wish you would please try
There is no shame in effort, just in failure to grab the reins
I promise you you’re just as good as those who endless wreck the train
Is it truly best the evil we know, than that we just might see?
I for one refuse to accept that can possibly be
It’s time so please stand up and say, at least once just for show
We put you there and can take you out… the answer it is no!
Question from the sixties…”what if they gave a war, and nobody showed up.”
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Read all III or you will not see
I awoke, my tears were flowing and I could not
stop the sobs that were tearing from my soul.
Though it was mid-day, it was dark, it was always
dark. The sun was shining but darkness of the
heart obscured its rays. Mom was dying and while
it was not a necessary death, it was going to
happen. I was not thinking of myself, although I
knew I would not survive her passing. My sickened
soul was torn by the futility, the heartlessness
and great weight of unconcern. My siblings, great
Doctors, Scientists, and Priests among them
explained somatically, mathematically, and
ethically why it was going to happen, however, it
was still unnecessary. I was young, just the
blink of an eye, the ink of my birth certificate
not yet dry, I could not survive without my
mother, nor could they, but truth be known they
did not care. Yes, I had not historically great
years but even in my short tenure, I could see
the decline. The shine of her hair, the gleam in
her eyes all this was dulled and I knew the fluid
circulating through her system was poisoned. Her
breath had the stench of decay and they would not
stop her going away. It was cancer I was told,
insidious, unchecked, out of control. Yes they
knew the diagnosis, but their crime was, they
knew the cure and for this cancer it was not
harsh. No surgery, chemotherapy, and with
reasonable restraint no fear of reoccurrence, a
simple one hundred percent cure.
(continued below The greatest disease II
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Time is a man made construct whose sole purpose is to bring an ordered form to the
events of our lives. It has no place in the overall picture where what is…is, and what
isn’t may be but remains to be seen.
When you have just slipped and cut off your foot with an axe…that is not the time to
worry if you damaged its cutting edge.
To fear death is to fear life, neither one do we get a vote in, and both will occur
whether we like it or not.
BETWEEN BLACK AND WHITE ARE COUNTLESS SHADES OF GREY. IF THESE SHADES
OF GREY ARE NOT CONSIDERED, FACTORED, AND APPLICABLE, THE INDIVIDUAL
NATURE OF THINGS IS FOR ALL PURPOSES DENIED.
The grass is always greener on the other side of the fence. If not pass a law that
says it must be.
If we pull onto a road and drive long enough without exiting, we are assured in
arriving exactly where it leads.
When somebody else holds the reins of your mount, do not expect a pleasant ride.
The only way to insure your vote does not count, is to not use it.
Just because we choose not to accept or believe does not mean it is not true.
It is ok to have an opinion on everything…if you are willing to change one or two a
day. In other words be careful of trying to project your beliefs on any situation,
because at the bottom line the truth is, and belief is merely that…belief. Take your
time and seek the truth.
It is ridiculous to claim anybody died before their time. Every person is guaranteed
by birth exactly the amount of time they have coming…Thank you Lord
If caught in an avalanche, a wise man does not place his trust in an umbrella.
It is not cowardice if you are merely choosing your field of battle.
If your goal is victory remember it does not have to happen today.
A wise man takes his time and wins…fools rush to their defeat.
There are no accidents…everything is founded in cause and effect.
The greatest impediment to the truth… is belief.
The journey of self discovery is but eternity in length.
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All that is owed and due now comes!
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The price we pay now thats real funny, we see the price and think of money.
But should they tell the truthful cost, the resources, health and species lost.
Prehaps we would stop and think real deep, before we said I want and take the
leap.....probably not.
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No person ever has less value than when they seek to exalt themselves at the
expense of another’s stature. You do not raise yourself by putting another down.
Do cabals and conspiracies exist? The fact so much is conjectured, and written
about this subject insures its veracity. What man can conceive man will try to
achieve.
When it is you’re vice…it is personal choice.
WE ARE GENERALLY SO LOST IN WHAT WE DO; WE CONFUSE IT WITH WHAT WE
ARE, AND FAIL TO SEE WHAT WE CAN BE.
IT SHOULD NEVER BE THE VEHICLE WHICH HAS STATUS…IT SHOULD BE THE DRIVER.
He is “the man”, he has a plan, don’t interfere, the road is clear. Follow the way and
watch what you say…experience the glory of the promised day.
Those who profit they do not die, they cover their greed with another lie.
Wealth, power, and possessions, these and only these are the fuel of war.
War is not about right or wrong. Rather it is about good and evil. No that is wrong,
it is only about evil.
A GOVERNMENT WITH A PERCENTAGE OF ITS POPULATION DISENFRANCHISED…HAS
NO RIGHT TELLING OTHERS HOW THEY SHOULD RULE.
Never quit, for when you quit you are dead, still walking around maybe, however
still dead.
Tomorrow is not ours it belongs to others, cherish today like jealous lovers.
Your word so complex, powerful, defining, for when you give your word you give
your verbal representation of who you claim to be…if your word is no good…you are
no good.
You cannot nurture your Mother the Earth. What a surprise your children you hurt.
Other people why bother to try…the bottom line it’s all about I.
I can tint my hair and tuck my face. Deny the time I joined the human race. I can
even adopt a youthful pace, why not hide that I am a glutton just use a little artful
lipo suction. Oh but surely as I come face the fire; I cannot escape because I’m a liar.
My God is the God of love, peace, and values of the highest order, and I will kill you
to make you believe it…because I love you.
They say he came and lifted our terrible load. Then he opened the gates to a
glorious road. Well I’ll give him this he sure weren’t lazy; however to do that for
man…he must have been crazy.
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