Salute to This New Year

It is upon us

the coming year

Let’s lift our spirits

and give a cheer

Moments ago, it was year 2008

And we had thought, that we were pretty great

But it’s now, year of our lord, 2009

And we are still wasting

much time

So let’s lift a mug

To our friends at last

with reminiscent prose

And salute the moments

that brought use sweet memories

As 2008 just goes

Look to the future

with friends in tow

As present company sups the wine

That welcomes us to the wondrous journey

Called the year 2009

liberties choice

Tyranny sows seeds of discontent and the resistance to it shall they invent
And when the tyrant rules the day the anarchist is born the very next day,
in that day, directions are changed and the rebellious actions is put in play
Anarchist will rise and tyranny will fall, to the delight of many, but not of all
Rising on up, from the seed and soil, a tyrant’s reign is brought to spoil
The hand of freedom, has made its choice, to fight for liberty with more than a voice
The anarchist grows and makes a stand to bring down tyranny with fist and hand
An Anarchist’s victory puts rules into play and a tyrant is born that very same day
As one is deposed another is born and reversals of roles doesn’t take too long
This is the cycle of tyrannous rule, whether chosen or imposed, it is lead by fools
So do your homework, study liberty in school and learn from each other rebellion’s tools
For in your life you may yet to say, you overthrew the tyrant that you made yesterday.

Joe the Plumber

I am
Joe the plumber
I asked the question
Is financial injustice about to slay me?

I am
Joe the plumber
I recognize oppression
Like Spartacus before me

I am
every self made man
with Barrack against me
Hear my voice
I am Spartacus
I am
Joe the Plumber
I used to be free

Memorial Day

Forever pure

They stood with us against the wind
Their hope and dreams secure
Youthful minds all filled with hopes
Their hearts with faith so pure

Never to grow old again
remembered forever in their youth
You noble soldiers of selflessness
Of courage you are the proof

Quiet now you rest in peace
Voices never again to be heard
For in their tombs they speak no more
Only in memories can we hear their words

Humbly now I sing your praise,
Soldiers of every war
Men and women who gave it all
In lands both near and far

Salute you all for noble deeds
We proudly declare respect
Where hero’s acts have etched our hearts
Sacrifice given, without regret

They stood with us against the wind
Their hopes and dreams secure
Youthful minds all filled with hope
Their deeds forever pure

A Recent Tomb

A Recent Tomb

In a recent tomb there is no voice so quiet is the earth
Her bosoms opened and welcoming, of those lost to life’s short mirth
Lightless space, a silent chamber
The final resting place
Of all who lived and pass our way the fragile human race

Mothers Day Poem

Mothers Day

I don’t know who’s responsible
And I know it’s a mighty shame
But someone should be held accountable
Or at least be held to blame
Holding back for that one date
To declare a conclusive thought
Seems totally inappropriate
Since 364 days we’ve got
So I declare an adjournment
To a full years long delay
For allowing emotional containment
To rule each and every day
Today, like every other day
We adore the things you do
but only today is named Mothers day
a special reminder just for you

live fearlessly

I always remembered the saying "live fearlessly"............easily said.....and a constant reminder of how careful and planned we live instead, to insure our methodical demise.

Release from bondage

Absolution

Looking forward I see that life, is the never ending cycle
Of reaching out with deliberate intent beyond todays toil and troubles
But many men will waste away, in futile desperation
Clinging to their guilty path inviting souls damnation
The past is gone and revealed its course of a never ending cycle
To drag us down and fill our minds with yesterday’s wasted rubble

It’s clear to me, that life exist in the higher plain of living
Where chains are left and cast away and guilt replaced with absolution
But some would say they gain their strength from wringing out the sorrow
Of every last remembered wart and blemished laid upon tomorrow
Not clear to them is that life exists at a higher plain of living
Where gains are received by letting go, as condemnation is no solution

Each of us can choose to live offering forgiveness to each other
And in that way a future made upon tomorrows hope is borrowed
The past is gone a stepping stone a vision of ego reduction
Best leaving it there to foil ourselves from repeating our own destruction
To live our lives as tomorrow’s children offering forgiveness to each other
A victory is claimed and a bridge is built and heavens gap is narrowed

Looking forward I see that life is the never ending cycle
Of reaching out with deliberate intent beyond the days toil and troubles
But many men will waste away, in futile desperation
Clinging to their vengeful path embracing souls damnation
The past is gone and revealed its course of a never ending cycle
Yet hope and faith beckons enlightened souls to transcend yesterday’s barren rubble

Reverend Wright

Chastising the Reverend

Reverend Wright
Is all uptight
Because America has heard his words
And how he hates, primarily whites
And blames others I find absurd
If he truly cared for men and peace
Their color would not be a cause
And he would spend his time
Forgiving the sins
Of others that give him pause

But alas
He is quite crass
A man of violent hate filled speech
A reverend of callous, disregard
Abusing his anointed seat
But this is a land
Of great forgiveness
Despite talk by little men
Who use their position
To gain self worth
By strutting like a barnyard hen

So even though
The wind doth blow
And this Reverend must excite his flock
Inflating himself, with divisive words
Of which he will not balk
America is a land
With gracious intent
Despite being under assault
From haughty men
Who blame only whites
For things of questionable fault

A braggart can speak
A fool can squeak
But only an idiot will accept the words
From a man who spends, too much time
Regurgitating hateful curd
America has stumbled
This we know
Only arrogance would expect perfection
As America combines
The worlds dark and light
Seeking destinies hope filled direction

Reverend Wright
Is all uptight
Because America has heard his words
And how he hates, primarily whites
And blames others I find absurd
If he truly cared for men and peace
Their color would not be a cause
And he would spend his time
Forgiving the sins
Of others that give him pause

Morning Shades

Morning shades

Morning sun burst through my shades
The day reveals its hopes
As worry passes from my mind
Life’s promise let’s me cope

Each day present a different shade
Of life’s evolving quest
Growing stronger through the challenges
By giving life our best

Hope and dreams will always shine
As beacons of our thoughts
To guide us through the troubled times
So we will worry not

In the dark of discontent
Is doubt and reason to quit
But those that believe in future days
On misery do not sit

More than that, dreams fulfill
Desires beyond tomorrow
A hope of everlasting love
And triumph over sorrow

Morning sun burst through the shades
The day reveals its plan
As worry passes from the mind
Life’s promise says “You can”

Make it Wide

Make it wide

There is a certain beauty to life
When it is seen through others eyes
How it’s shaped and what it’s like
May be under a presumptuous disguise

Different angles of life’s hidden folds
Need to be exposed to our own view
And that is the reason for having friends
For looking out for you

In this life, there is a catch
Obligations we must learn
As friends keep watching at your back
You watch there’s in return

In this fellowship, we call life
A bond begins to take
Where one becomes, a mighty sum
Of all the friends one makes

Another gain is life is best seen
From many an apposing view
Where experiences help, at guiding us
To the joys in life that are true

It is recommended, from those that know
To witness through others eyes
And grow your life as big and wide
As you would like to be inside

adversity

Adversity


Troubles here troubles there, the world seems all a bust,
All seem full of wind these days, there’s no one left to trust
Run away put your head in the sand, don’t face the world outside
Be counted among the ones that fail and find a place to hide

Some will run some will hide, others will change and grow
For in these doubly troubled times, even the best might rise up slow
Troubles here troubles there, it’s not the game we choose
But those who make the best of things are the ones that can not lose

Stick your head out, stand up proud and make your cherished life
One that forms a song of love erasing all the strife
Aim your best for hope and dreams, to rise above the fray
Leave behind those troubled thoughts, let forgiveness define the day

Troubles here troubles there, the worlds not what it seems
It’s filled with hope and pleasant things and especially peoples dreams
Some will fail and break apart, while others will pass the test
Allowing change from adversity to make them grow their best

Twas the night before this mess

Twas the night before I considered
Throwing him out of the house
Not a creature was stirring
Not even that lout
All of his stockings were piled on the floor and the chair
He hoped they’d get washed by someone who cared

The children were nestled all snug in their beds
While visions of this dunce stuck in my head
And me in my nighty and this idiot rat
Had just stopped the screaming and finished our spat

When out popped an idea, a thought don’t you know
That one of us was staying and the other had to go
My patience was exhausted and saying this last
“Get out of here Blister and move pretty fast”

More rapid than lightening his curses they came
And I covered my ears as he sounded deranged
He was yelling so loudly at the top of his lungs
That I stop all my listening and loaded the gun

As dry leaves that before a hurricane do fly
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky
away away partner away away all
I can no longer tolerate your gumption and gall

And then with a twinkle I heard the big goof
Try sneaking on back in, by using the roof
I turned with my head and was turning around
When something came crashing right down to the ground

I spoke not a word as he whined of the fall
In fact giggled jolly at the whole thing and all
slowly he was rising, so I declared with a laugh
“You’ll be lucky to get anything resembling a half!”

I’ve called out the lawyers, I know them by name
As this isn’t a stunt or another silly game
Come Breakem, come Fleecehem, come Mashem with Stones
Come spitting and fighting and devour his bones

He sprang to his feet, to his car he did run
As I was still holding the Winchester, my favorite gun
I heard him exclaim, as he drove from my view
“you blankety blank something and …” I interrupted “you too”

The Poets Lament

The Poets Lament


What is peace, the poets cried, Is it the end of war?
Is it the will to move aside
When the killer’s at your door?
Is it a day, when all give in
To powers doing harm?
Is it the time when voices cry
Instead of bearing arms?

Peace on earth, are mighty words
Voiced by humbles at their seats
But who defends and makes amends
For goodwill in retreat?
Who stands against and gives himself
To face the mighty beast
When evil walks
With caustic breath
As far as it can reach?

When men become, all wrought with self
Forcing conceit upon each other
Who’s the one to stand up tall
In defense of his own brother?
Who’s the one
Who gives himself
So others may live in peace?
But the man who fights
And gives his life
So others don’t
Taste defeat

Peace on earth, the poets lament
Is a sentimental thought
But peace is gained from those that give
and in the giving, peace is bought
Some sing the songs
that define a game
where action is refused
But standing up
and risking all
Is the life
A savior would choose

To the Witches' House

To the witches’ house we must go
Along the path, no shadows grow
Through mud soaked lands, that few would tread
contemplating the risk ahead

Over there in the nook
Around the tree with the crook
We take the path that leads us straight
Knowing quite well our grisly fate

Devils fog engulfs our way
Are there dangers, who can say?
Tread more softly on this stony trail
All will know if we fail

Look real hard through moss covered trees
See the witch upon her knees
My eyes do fool me it’s a bush
Onward still we must push

It could be morning it could be night
That begets this wooded mystery sight
All I know is we must fetch
The evil women a living wretch

Out there some where she doth lurk
A toothless spook an unholy smirk
Eyes as empty as dark of night
She consumes the innocent in her sight

Along this path of moss and rain
To our mission we must train
Get that witch and in her bed
Detach evils ilk, her thorny head !

In The Beginning

Forged from hope and made from a dream, and developed before there was a time
Beginning as a thought, a belief, a desire to share, all that was yet defined
Carved from a vision and offered to all, a desire to live and the will to crawl
This rock, this sun, this moon above, was cast from shadows to fit like a glove
In the darkness powers that stood, forced upon emptiness things that could
First with matter and then with motion, all things were fashioned by
Deliberate commotion
Stars and moons came forth from power, to fulfill the vision of the lord of the hour
Mixing the batch of life giving force, it allowed the existence of solar discourse
Brewing the essence of all that lives, in a pot full of ideas and thoughts that would give
Sharing the concoction of energy and might, the universe commanded;
“Let there be light”

No separation can be seen, no outline drawn, shows no evidence that the maker is gone
The seamless space, the far stretched hand, the universe is under a spell of command
Speech wasn’t needed to show inspiration, not love of life or willful devotion
But speech we have and eyes to see, for declaring the author his nobility
As space was made and planets formed and stars exploding with light
What we find is, that seeing is limited, as things are seen without sight
From hope and dreams, and willful things, to caring and hope filled compassion
All of this and much much more is a living and breathing formation,
All this is, is what it is, is the flowing of one perfect thought,
showing us all, what the maker is
and nothing that he is not