DON'T MIND ME, I'M JUST HANGING OUT HERE

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Friday, October 23, 2009

COME TO MY PARTY

The invitation is open any day or night, come join the peace of it, come to my party. My party is not Republican My party is not Democrat No horrific changes take place You know all the rules; you have the book In my party, you join a family Yes, all your needs are met. Your joy is great even in sadness Our Brother David, said he had never seen our people begging bread or being shamed. The head of my Party does not lie He does not take away your rights He does not ask of you anything that will... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, October 15, 2009

IT IS BAD IN PATOMAC RIVER CITY THESE DAYS

Once at dawns appearance the flag still stood proudly waving and blowing in the wind The king had all his guns turned on a small battery of men to no avail, God sheltered them. Where is God today? The flag is in strings The president has created a logo all his own. We hang in a battered and smoke stained USA and nobody has the cohunes to tell him it is time. There were others before this wicked one who sent manufacturing off to lands with horrible human rights, low pay for the workers and shoddy... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, September 24, 2009

Announcement

Thanks to those who wrote here and e mailed me regarding this! Announcement: I have to back peddle a bit now that some of you have made it clear to me that perhaps I am not serving the best interest of Blogit readers to close all my blogs. A few readers have made it clear to me that I may be acting in a selfish manner. That is not my intent. I cannot keep up with all my work and do more than one blog. Our country, our world, our humanity and our eternity is in a very bad place right now. We have... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, September 19, 2009

Getting too busy and too old to be hanging out.

I really count you my writing family. I have seen so many come and go. Many who were good writers. Many who were just nice friendly people who shared fun and not so fun things about their families. There were others of you who lived all over, did what ever and had political and religious differences that were as wide as oceans but all of you were a big writing family. I will miss you, I will come by and read you occassionally. George and I have really become so busy in our ministery in addition... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, August 12, 2009

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 have been molested or raped before eighteen One in four before the age of seven Usually that 'child predator' is a brother. father, uncle, grandfather or neighbor Those who hit the drug and alcohol trial are no more... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, August 7, 2009

FREEDOM IS A DELICATE POWER

FREEDOM IS A DELICATE POWER Delicate chains wave to and fro Blown by the breath of God Gently in the wind they move Clink, a note, a key, a string of tones Weaves into melodies; music to my heart Sunshine plays a color symphony In the little glass beads on each chain First chain is green, then yellow, on to orange Then red, and blue followed by deep violet A rainbow ballet through my kitchen window A chipmunk scampers a cat in hot pursuit A Robin watches and a mocking bird sings Leaves flurry... Sign in to see full entry.

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! Sign in to see full entry.

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... Sign in to see full entry.

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... Sign in to see full entry.

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... Sign in to see full entry.

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... Sign in to see full entry.

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... Sign in to see full entry.

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... Sign in to see full entry.

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... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, June 29, 2008

What'll it be, Utopia or Reality

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