Wednesday, May 27, 2009
WHAT'LL IT BE UTOPIA OR REALITY
(This is a poem I wrote last year in June and posted here. It is much closer now to a definition. I needed to repost, hope you don't mind.) Moving swiftly toward us is trouble dark, large, smelly and real. Some around me looked toward artificial peace. Others looked toward welfare for all. Many looked for the great lie; equality for all. There it was in plain sight dark, large, smelly and real. Why did they look away from the real US mess? To those seeking utopia, real does not exist!
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Monday, May 25, 2009
DEPRESSION OVERCAME MY POWER TO DREAM
Sitting alone, my parts in a huddle of self My knees pulled upward to my shoulders My head rests there all protecting my heart It is full of holes as a fisherman's used up net Memories are heavier and heavier as I grow older Some days they pour over me like a deluge of rot Were it not for God I could, yes some days I could Go into everlasting nothingness pure sleep Early in life it was all dreams, beautiful, wonderful Some dreams I achieved many were snatched away At this point I go cautiously...
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Monday, September 1, 2008
IT IS OR IS IT?
What is It? Or is It Who? You played host to it a time or two and named It. Another one had It and named It accordingly. It has been in my temple for days now and I named It. I renamed It, I called It other names still It remained. It has to be a something it gnaws at my mind. It blurs my vision. It makes my skin itch. It fools my hearing. It steals my sleep, my peace, my joy even my understanding. Can It be a satanic spirit? Can It simply be common depression? No It is too uncommon to be common...
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Friday, August 29, 2008
SOME LIVE HERE
They hammer me in the most notable of disguises: Cheer Childishness Joy Patience These cover the reality of their, ignorance, angst, arrogance, defiance, obstruction, I have traveled as an unwilling wayfarer before. Not again. My face is bruised from their stuffing it. My heart is sore from their false self-righteousness. My social truth is sore from their ill-mannered trampling. Like worms they eat away the foundations of civility. Like cancer in their ignorance of goodness they give the...
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Thursday, July 31, 2008
ICE IS?
ice is? What is it? Crystal. Crystal Meth. Ice is? It was Red Devil Lye. The Red Devil is dead. Still Sodium hydroxide, battery acid and amphetamine. Ice is? The elixir of insanity. The cocktail of death. Ice is? Cold. Blood chilling cold. Mothers cook meth on the stove Babies play on the floor. The air is deadly toxic. Ice is? The high of days. It eats teeth into spikes. Ages some years in months. Is Ice? What? Is Ice Satan? From Satan? It steals minds. It destroys lives. It kills! Highest use...
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Saturday, July 26, 2008
TAKE CARE NOT TO LEAVE THE NEW TO HIS CLUTCHES
ARROGANCE IS A PLATFORM FOR EVIL I have been on Blogit for four years now or very close to that and I have left a couple of times and threatened more. If you write anything you choose on your Blog I can choose to take it up as a crusade or persecution or leave it be. I choose to leave it be. I read the other day where Kooka was reminding people to be sure to list the Bible as one among the greats of Fiction. I said nothing! But he has come back again as he has done in the past he goes over my...
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Monday, July 14, 2008
Sugah just pray, ya hear!
This is a reprint some of you may remember but not for a couple of years. Hope you don't mind. Weeds are bad in Daddy’s wheat field now He’ll likely lose most of the crop They spread through the fields like rumors in church Wind themselves ‘round the stem; choke off the heads I can hear granny and mama talking as if it were this morning ’They’d chat ‘bout God ‘n’ stuff Mostly as they put by food for the winter Voices stuck in my head, didn’t make sense then; does now God commanded us to have no...
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Monday, June 30, 2008
TIME AND TIME AGAIN
Once upon a time is my past. I don’t like to disturb it without knowing exactly where I am going. One’s past can be a sleeping monster? Then there’s that cool futuristic time. It is all supposition, design it as you will. Don’t expect time design to come to fruition. This time is the toy of imagination. Present time, what is it? I claim it as now! It is gone forever; another Millisecond and you have no present. It flies by at the rate of the greatest mathematical breakdown. Time Frame is yet...
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Sunday, June 29, 2008
What'll it be, Utopia or Reality
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Saturday, June 28, 2008
What'll it be, Utopia or Reality
Moving swiftly toward us is trouble dark, large, smelly and real. Some around me looked toward artificial peace. Others looked toward welfare for all. Many looked for the great lie; equality for all. There it was in plain sight dark, large, smelly and real. Why did they look away from the real US mess? To those seeking utopia, real does not exist!
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Monday, June 2, 2008
Double Post
Most people who read my blog on religion which is very few, do not read my poetry also few. This is a serious situation and I want to get it to as many as will read. Thank you. SEX CASUAL KILLER OR BEAUTIFUL EXPERIENCE A tiny well shod foot eases on to the pavement too delicate for that Escalade Reminds me of the khaki and canvas clad beauty I saw earlier pour out of a Land Rover What might they have in common with the tattooed chick flying by on a Harley They were three Three out of five women...
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Sunday, June 1, 2008
WHO CAN KNOW? DO YOU KNOW?
The sounds are loud beyond any before A mountain splits giving up her hidden water The lake it creates is flooding those homes not swallowed by the mountain’s crevice People are dead everywhere Parents have lost children Children have lost parents A neighbor has trouble too A cyclone comes kills thousands The brutal rulers refuse help They later accept help and steal it Christian charities pour in millions of dollars, food, medicines, medical and construction help Most of the aid comes from The...
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Monday, April 28, 2008
WAS IT A MIRACLE
Some said it was a miracle. The car was totaled. It flipped and landed in an upside down position. Airbags did not deploy. Motor still running and a little girl hangs upside down from her car seat. She whimpers and clings to a stuffed lamb. Driver frees himself rescues the child, and unbuckles his passenger; the little girl’s Mom. All this time only two words have been spoken Jesus, Jesus. Help has arrived, one an Army Chaplain the other a nurse both had seen the whole episode. They were forced...
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Wednesday, March 19, 2008
DIRTY CHUNK IS A DIAMOND IN THE ROUGH
Broken Women We are getting ready for class Only half of them are in the room Where are they today or any day They’re hunting, trolling, seeking Does anybody really really love me They’ve been through a recovery program Still they are but chards and splinters Puzzle pieces of once beautiful women The pieces don’t interlock they must be glued They are far more valuable than Humpty Dumpty They have been clean for at least six months Before that a year, five some of them more They have been the...
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Monday, March 17, 2008
I MISS ALL OF YOU TODAY
I can't hold you on my lap again baby girl you've grown into a woman all your own I can't chase a ball with either of you my sons You've both gone home to be with Jesus Today is a painful one, Cissy you need me and I can't be there for you This day holds another pain, Boys I need you and you can't be here for me As much as this day hurts, it is a blessing My daughter you are a beautiful Christian A sweet daughter and a loving mother My sons to be in Heaven is the ultimate My happiness is Jesus'...
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