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Compassion

When I saw my child that day
my spirit was broken down
My heart and thoughts could not stray
from those parents in Newtown 

How will they ever still live
after their lives were shattered
My life, for them, I would give
to save theirs being tattered

Such innocent lives taken
so early before their time
Twenty-six families shaken
by a sick and senseless crime

I can't imagine their pain
vanquish it all if I could                
If only to make it wane
show them the world does have good

I can offer only verse
my prayers and of course my heart
Simple things that may not nurse
all I can do as a start

As I pen these words, I tear
and hope for many kind acts
To help them quell every fear
know some have what the world lacks:

                                          Compassion

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Stop Our Violence

Somewhere we've made a mistake 
teaching children right from wrong
the poor choices that we make 
whilst making our children strong

We all have good intentions
from the moment that we start
but kids face some distractions
hiding what's deep within their hearts

The sex, drugs, and rock and roll
have turned to thoughts of violence
we need to have a new goal
and teach them some tolerance

Some factors that we should blame
movies, media, and us
all of which should feel some shame
but we don't          that's not a plus

What in God's name will it take
before we will understand
our precious lives are at stake
the outcome cannot be planned

We must stop kids from killing
I don't know who              even how
but we ALL must be willing 
to do this and do it now!


Written almost twenty years ago, after an area school shooting. Does it still hold any weight?

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What Makes a Teacher Special

A special teacher does NOT....
        care about financial gain
        play the glorified sitter
        teach some, yet let others wane
        ever really seem bitter

A special teacher DOES....
        sometimes use their own accounts
        to get kids what they need.
        Not caring about amounts
        preparing to plant the seed.

They don't....
        give up on "unteachables"
        hand out notes and walk away
        care that much for timetables
        dismiss what a child might say

They do.....
        use every single facet
        to aid children's connecting. 
        try hard to help ALL get it
        have great ears for listening

All their tots are respected
no matter their race or size
They comfort those dejected
to the top, they help them rise.

Our world needs more of their kind
caring souls, oversized hearts
Passion for sculpting a mind
deep within them, where it starts

I know of one such teacher
though it has not been for long
Feel she's a children reacher
molding them to become strong

That's not what brings pen to pad
the thought has my heart sinking
What does could have been so sad
if not for her quick thinking

She saved a young life that day
NO ONE dare say otherwise!
Such calmness within the fray
one's instincts, how they arise

What was done, creditable
a debt I can not repay
Earned her place at His table
Forget Nicole            NE'ER A DAY!

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Swamp Sundaze

A dog and a frog
(with the names of Bull)
sit on a log
abutting a synagogue
drinking eggnog
until they are full
Suddenly agog
(by a fog in their bog
that makes them slog
like a cog
when they jog)
begin a dialogue
with a demagogue hedgehog
"Start a blog monologue
regarding this smog"
voiced to the hog by Bull
"You've had too much grog"
stated the hedgehog
offering a prologue
raising self up with a pull
"and regarding this blog
I have a backlog
know just analog
and expect my payment in wool"

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Human Nature

Human nature is predicated on violence
the key to transcending such is resistance.

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Garbage

An orange and tan 
orangutan
with origins
that span
to Pakistan
orates flimflam
o'er an ornate
garbage can
ordained an oracle
by an ordered clan
to plant a plan
for their ordure
that ornaments
said garbage can
the ornery orangutan orotundly
upon does scan

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Oscar De La Hound Dog - For You

My friend, oh        how I miss you
Life now, seems so        unfulfilled.
There was nothing I could do
To have you back again 
        healed.

Such sadness within my heart
So much, you will never know.
My chest has been ripped apart
Having to let my boy go.

Not what I ever wanted 
Seeing you gone from my life.
My soul, forever haunted
That decision causing strife.

First time I laid eyes on you
I could not believe my sight!
So big - strong - the perfect hue
Eyes full of life - aura bright.

Knew, day one, 'twas meant to be
The way you hustled over.
Plain as any eye could see
Not your typical Rover.

Home, and you          bounded inside
Tore through our house exploring.
Back, forth, chaos at high tide
Life with you -never boring.

Kissing, playing, full of fun
So sweet you were with our kids.
Touched the lives of everyone
The reason for their teared lids.

Imposed, to Mama, your love's will.
Even heard you say her name.
Moaning 'bout your every ill
While kissing her just the same.

Sleeping with us - on her side
Taking up half her space.
You were King - she MUST abide
Now tears          they run down            her face.

Playing with your teddy bear
Made us all laugh, with such joy.
You'd toss it up in the air -
Then catch it!              You silly boy!

I'd smile at how you'd greet me
"Hello, Daddy!" with your howl.
To me, was all too funny.
Now?          my face        it holds a scowl.

A scowl, 'cause I feel guilty
Knowing not what could be done.
Unaware of your frailty
Please forgive me                lovely son.

RIP Oscar

Nov. 5, 2005 - Nov. 3, 2015

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Rocking Under Starry Heavens - Acte D'Ouverture

Multitudes enter the venue
all know there's something Entre Nous
You Take a Friend to find your place
it's time to just Cut to the Chase

All Losing It, the lights go down 
Signals a start to the Countdown
Vital Signs race to Larry, Curly, and Moe
a Distant Early Warning that starts the show

Can't Resist that sound, distinctive
while The Stars Look Down it seems instinctive
The Spirit of Radio starts (with an attitude)
up on your feet you're In the Mood

Making Memories with a Headlong Flight
and straight on into The Color of Right
Might they play The Necromancer
or maybe even Fancy Dancer

Tom Sawyer starts a wild frenzy
One Little Victory follows unrelentingly
No Ghost of a Chance they'd play Cygnus X-1
but books one AND two - they aren't even done

only Intermission

Presto - back with 2112
how far back will they delve
A Passage to Bangkok brings you to Tears
then showing four aspects of their Fears

While Mystic Rhythms start to grow
O Baterista is next, as we all know
YYZ, Working Man both kick ass
Natural Science and then The Pass

Makes The Body Electric and Time Stand Still
knowing you are Here Again of your own Freewill
They Test for Echo seeing all still alive
Red Barchetta makes sure you can drive

Trees stand tall in Cities of Gold that are Seven
swaying themselves under the starry heaven
Limelight shines in La Villa Strangiato
Wish Them Well for it is time to go

But We Hold On....

Malignant Narcissism starts the encore
Spindrifts into The Snow Dog and By-Tor
One can only Hope it's not the last tour
Closer to Your Heart than ever Before(and After)

In the End you know
you are Finding Your Way back home
endlessly rocking
endlessly rocking under starry heavens

As the Caravans travel onwards
riding out into a heartless sea
Remember what, to you, brought these words
Dirk, Lerxst, Pratt, and the lonely letter of E.

song/album titles/partial lyrics-Lee/Lifeson/Peart  ©

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Respect Your Goddess

Men!

Huge percent treat women bad
what the hell is our issue
somehow this make us feel glad
making them use a tissue?

Discern nothing nice to say
revel in our unkind role
what makes us act in this way
don't we care about their soul?

We should not be talking down 
to someone we say we love
instead fitting with a crown
arrived on wings of a dove

Respect them with all our heart
let them know they are our world
simple plan, but it's a start
their wings becoming unfurled

They should not ever feel ties
to someone keeping them down
pains me when a woman cries
even when she wears a frown

Treat them as a fragile kit
be their protective armor
everyday show them we're smit
with comfort and our ardor

But what bothers me the most
lack of attention some give
on cruise control we do coast
should leak from us like a sieve

How does one not notice her
Aphrodite by one's side
others should be but a blurr
yet her face one wants to hide?

INCORRIGIBLE - to me
this thought of concealed beauty
there are others who DO see
and feel it as their duty

Willing to bow at her feet
giving notice whence deserved
unabashed - not rude - just sweet
the heart of their soul she's verved

Keep playing those silly games
they'll finish by losing her
watch as her desire wanes
and moves to someone else, sir!

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Tendencies Ossifying Obsequious Linguistics

I 
do 
have a 
Message for
one Harry Manback
it does regard his long Lost Keys
don't Blame Hoffman for his Disposition, you Jerk Off!
You Lied when you said you didn't hold The Grudge as a Reflection of Intolerance
Makes me so Disgustipated, you should Crawl Away
you're a Hooker with a Penis
who likes Prision Sex
when Sober
Hush H.
it's 
true

Cold 
and 
Ugly
repugnant
like Ticks and Leeches
say what I want, not serious
But Jimmy in his Mantra thinks otherwise of you
to him you are the Bottom of The Pot, or like Rosetta Stoned on an Opiate
a Schism separating us Right in Two, Stinkfist!
ne'er you'll have Forty Six and Two
like Fibonacci
Pushit and
Jambi
seems
nice

Here's 
a 
Swamp Song
Eulogy
(Useful Idiot)
Four Degrees of No Quarter gave 
to The Patient caught in the Aenima Undertow
skewed into a Parabola
Intension candid
Part of Me
needs to
Sweat 
tears

Now
my 
Third Eye
becoming
Vicarious through
the pure Lateralus Triad