My Humble Opinion and Other Works

Wednesday, May 2, 2007


In hardship are the humble born, beat down, sore worn. And setting sail, they seek new land ~ to hide from the master's hand. "My God!" they pray, "We die this day! Our children perish! We swallow dismay!" So mercy sees, and sorrow flees the chains of honest tradery. And mercy flies toward hollowed eyes and fainting hearts to comfort a mother who cries. Great engines sore. Great doctors heal, and far too late for fantasies real. The humble are born in ships of steal. And stolen bread becomes... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, May 1, 2007


You want no dancing at the ball? No art upon the Gallery wall? You want no dining finery? No French cuisine or winery? I say you've built a wasted maze, Cathedral tall at which to gaze. I say you've lots of time alone, a lonely dog who craves a bone. I say, be free and love some day, let music flow, let rhythms sway. Condemn them not who savor flavor. Grateful are they who true saviors adore. Sign in to see full entry.

If you don't know what you want, put on a prettier dress. Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, April 29, 2007

I am what I am today because of what I have been accused of being in the past. Have you ever made the realization that you do not control where other people's ideas send you? I have. It is only after making this realization that a nice, easy going individual who likes to go with the flow can have any control over their life's direction. What a misdirected person must do is get a firmer grip on their symbolic horse's reigns and steer it in the right direction. If we let the horse meander around... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, April 27, 2007

Of Your God

So you've made your law and she won't agree. She awaits your death as she hopes to be free of your cruelty and your tyranny, of your miserly filth and insanity. And she thinks in her mind, "It cannot be real. He's an animal. He'll die. He cannot feel." So you've stolen her child, and accused her the wild. While she waits in her chains, you thank God you are sane. And she waits, and she waits, until one day you see, the Rabbi of your God is she. So flee. Blue Merle Australian Shepherd Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, April 26, 2007

Don't Play the Fool

He's just a child at heart with love of funning in the town. Big mon, don't play the fool ~ don't bring him down. He's just a little wise at art with things to say to light your day. He wouldn't want to break your way or make you frown. And funny guys, they need love too and want real hugs and feelings true. Why, that's the reason that their rude and honest 'bout the bleep you do. Don't play the fool because you can or call him what he isn't, man. Inside, he'll hide his crying child who feels... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, April 24, 2007

Your Love Too Great

I turned away from your brilliant light, Lord of the holiest love. I burned the way to your love too great, Master of life, of all things above. I could not be new, perfection to attain, assuming it true, your endless love remains. And I never tried to be more than I am, and you never lied 'bout the bonds that make a sham. Thin threads of weakened minds hold cloths that soon their washer find, and who you are is all we do, that never does love cease when love is you. Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, April 23, 2007


What I know when you cried where we were how we hide who you are who am I Mine. Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, April 22, 2007


Rain on me. Wash their hate away. Rain each and every thirsting day and cause despair to fall away. Rain even if it seems to be unnecessary, full and free. Rain even when you've rained before and close the dry and cursing door. Reign on me everlasting love. Reign each and every hungering day and make despair a fat, white dove. Reign even if we seem to be ungrateful for these gifts so free. Reign even when you've reigned before and lock out death forevermore. Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, April 21, 2007

The Perfect Keep

Good day, my Lord, again, it’s nice to meet you. I thought before I’d known your perfect love, yet when I see true wisdom falling from above to cursing lips, my thirsting grips despite the beggars’ push and shove. To know you Lord in all your might, the perfect keep your perfect fight and e’er transcend and there befriend whom only love’s great strength could send. I would now be less you, more me and yet, your greatness sets me free. Sign in to see full entry.

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