Rhymes-reasons

No rhyming this is reason.

2010-02-22T06:49:00.003-05:00

The economy doesn't appear too well after a kings ransom was paid to save it.

There is still hope though as they are printing more Fiat money like King Louie did to save France just before chaos broke out and a wheel barrel of money could barely buy a loaf a bread. Any one have the plans for a Guillotine handy?

If the math looks hazy , when Barry claims a little tax increase will save us, it is. It's not just hazy , it is fraudulent.

The 12 trill in debt is coerced against our productive value....yet we produce little. But instead of International bank seizures to stop the gutting of the economy by foreign interests Barry handed them the liquidity to run away rich, as we are left to suffer the consequences of a congressional set up into servitude to a debt neither you or I created.

Its not a conspiracy , thank goodness; it's a plan...that makes all the difference. With a conspiracy there is hope of its failure, with a plan you can bet they will succeed at reducing American worth to equal south American worth so the NORTH AMERICAN union can be completed in this presidency. Ever wonder why they don't regulate the borders??? The decision has already been made.

Learn Spanish, get better locks on your windows, and learn how to fend for yourself without economic worth, because with a debt 10 times the GDP the coup will have its slaves scratching their heads in the near future wondering how it all happened.

Ayn Rand admired

2010-01-18T09:42:00.004-05:00

I do like Ayn Rands logically analytic thinking.

However, I see that she is, as we all are victims of our own self belief. I won't argue her logic other than every single one of us can define ourselves by what we think we are and what our peers give back to us, but none of us can think beyond our capacity to believe.

Ayn Rand is always saying she believes in herself and therefore can support it with logic as can you and I. She is also saying that she is responsible for that, which to me defines anybodies morality, whether they think for themselves or allow others to do it for them

She constantly defines morality as self motivating and self responsibility which in essence comes to the same conclusion as Christians, only that Christians credit a deity and she credits logic (Which she borrows from a mind that she gets to use while living).

Perhaps like all humans she has talked herself into logical circle by proving their is a self, defined it as her own making, and in living it with intense scrutiny and logic beyond everyday reality she herself showed that divine intervention has made life possible because it can extrapolate self from nothing.

I totally agree with her thoughts that if you choose to be a slave you then become a slave as even the philosophy of Christians does not deny that men are slaves to their own will or another's and accepts one master over the other daily.

Somehow I never get how every deep thinker has to believe they are contrary to the divine and then spend a life time trying to prove authorship of their wisdom or conjecture as unique, but isn’t that the pitfall of self.

Simple put, we are a wheel rolling down a hill and can completely diagnose the wheel its shape, its motion and sometimes predict its destiny but we can not see or understand who built it or his final idea or inspiration as it happened before there was a thing. That is why people must explore faith and reason to satisfy the human curiosity to understand why the wheel?

Ayn hasn't the logic to explore that as she has negated faith as a blindness that ensnares and leaves the mind open to be trapped by some one else’s ploys. I don't think it is very far from wise yet it is very defensive...almost a shield against outside influences that she does not approve through her logic... .but still I can't conclude that life wasn't originated by a thought instead of by a simple twist of fate.

To me truths would have no value if the universe itself was not a truth and since we can think, reason and ponder, so must the universes author....nothing can't beget something is scientific...so there fore something beget it all.........Ayn Rand says as much by denying a universal author by claiming you can't get something from nothing, or disprove a negative; when that is exactly the argument against being an atheist, in that the universe itself could not have come from nothing, therefore there is something.

Just what, is an ever day exploration that needs your commitment and that is where Ayn and I totally agree.

One has to wonder though, if you spent your entire life trying to unravel the logically origin of all things unknown would you have time to live.............

Political Correctness

2009-12-16T16:14:00.000-05:00

Political correctness is the slimy underbelly of a lizard called deception.

People must stop going to the alter of the lizard for advice on where to stand and start defending themselves with every tool at their disposal.

Those who worship the untruthful deception of “Correctness” by virtue of silence have opened the door for total domination of our culture and way of life by those who would bully and deceive.

Freedoms voice

2009-08-18T17:54:00.007-04:00

On September 11 a blow was struck, a whimpering fanatical surge
That targets mostly innocence, in its quest for an opposition to purge
But standing tall in New York City, with its foundations deep in the earth
Is the hearts and souls of the New York people and what they feel They're worth

When terror struck, they didn’t fade, they didn’t cower away
Like bees in a hive, with survival scent, they blew the dust away
And marched right in, to destruction's jaws, to death they showed contempt
Courage preserved for all of us, in rescues final attempt

Men of steel were born that day, their deaths a defiant stand
Shown to all who witnessed it, not unique in all this land
New Yorkers were, reminding us, that our way is to preserve
And fight against all tyranny, as it is in liberty that we do serve

Freedom builds and shapes the metal, of the women and the men
Foundations laid by ancestral right, we’ve been reminded once again
That courage comes not just from victory, but to resist and take a stand
And preserve for future generations, freedom throughout the land

September 11 is not unique, in that we are often under attack
From tyranny abroad and tyranny within, we must always watch our back
As freedoms host, we stand exposed, a beacon of liberties choice
Threatening our nation, anneals our faith, with a freedom's resounding voice.

Marxism

2009-08-02T09:41:00.001-04:00

What does the Marxist think of life?
That all should equally suffer strife
Equality of suffrage not freedoms escape
Marxism requires earned value to rape

Suppressing the Lord’s own gift of creation
They worship oppression upon a nation
If you have talent and wish to inspire
You get nothing in return but the Marxist’s ire

Try as you may to excel and invent
Marxist compliance is the only intent
Like a zealot emboldened with religious deceit
The Marxist requires you under his feet

Truly our god and religion require
That a man seeks elevation to get out of the mire
And in this way we may reach out our hand
To offer inspiration throughout the land

Morality is, a personal choice
Sung by the masses not government’s voice
Marxism chains a man to a cause
Not by God’s inspiration but a bureaucrat’s flaws

Marxism, Marxism the terrible curse
A terrible doctrine a religion that’s worse
Marxism, Marxism the despicable rave
A government’s choice that hopes to enslave

I like freedom and god’s clear voice
To lead my life and make my choice
So I say to you that seek the Marxist verve
There is to only one God that I will serve!

Socialism vs. Capitalism

2009-07-26T09:05:00.002-04:00

I have a great fear that people are to beginning to be convinced socialism is some sort of cure for mankind’s moral ills.

Neither capitalism nor socialism create or secure morality.

Capitalism allows for a society to set its individuals in the midst of their own value setting, with a high risk of reality to that risk and value setting. Advice would be to protect the rights not the privileges of the masses and insure a flow of wealth to fall as well as emulate from effort and productivity of societies members.

Examples would be our checkered history. Social aims should be addressed from the morality of the people not the finances imposed by government will , which only seams to divert power to a different group that then seeks to dominate the economics of others; Again not necessarily a guarantee of safety or security for all.

Socialism has the same flaws permanently etched in its history but more so in its presumption that it cleanses corruption from political intent. It does no such thing but does force compliance to the will of the few at the expense of individual social aim and decisions to survive. Securing government approval or coercion of purpose seems to be its foundation not moral support of destinies aims.

I know a lot of well intended ideas and people think that socialism works on paper and that should give in preference over capitalism; however the truth is far more different.

Virtuous aims exist in all systems and a certain amount of trust that the government will impose as little debt and burden to individuals to insure choice and survival can’t be insured without civic responsibility and a desire to allow people their space to freely seek their own wealth, destiny and individual set purpose in life’s pursuits. No system can guarantee that and neither system will preserve that, if the people willfully give over their individual mass power to government control.
We are seeing Carl Marxist theory that if you burden capitalism with enough well intention un-affordable government mandated programs you can collapse it. To assume that socialism is a cure of this kind of destruction of worth and self destiny is a blessing is very far from the truth.

The questions to ask is are the flaws of capitalism more egregious than the stifling government control and destruction of individual risk and reward a better safer alternative?

Never assume that one system over another is the cure for human frailty and moral decay. One system is designed around human forced conformity and what is perceived as an acceptable sacrifice; the people’s choice of self destiny. The result is the ever decreasing rewards of servitude to some one elses will. The other is designed around a more risky proposition, which requires participation in an effort to succeed and not be left outside of the flow of success. Prosperity therefore is not its flaw but its reward.

In simplicity; capitalism demands participation and socialism demands conformity. One sacrifices the individual whilst the other heralds and rejoices in the individual. There are risks in both, moral cures in neither, awareness and struggle in both; it all depends on who you want to carry the load of the elite and how you want economic, or individual power gained and lost.

Salvations release

2009-07-03T18:15:00.000-04:00

Salvation is our release from bondage, the chains of perpetual fault

Where men are trapped in constant guilt and bathed in daily sorrow

Freedom gained from absolution puts the guilt under assault

So men can rejoice in freedoms promise and live a better life tomorrow

Good poetry

2009-06-25T05:48:00.003-04:00

Can any one be a poet?

Like good taste many people think they have it, but its subject to others scrutiny so that not every one will agree on the offered perceptions merit.

Can any one be a poet? Yes!

But not every one will be a good poet...today.
Wait a week or two and who knows.
Many a famous work of art and poetry were no different, having developed an audience as tastes have changed over time, makes even the worst attempts at audience recognition a possibility for future examination.

Like any art form, the audiences appreciation of a work may be hidden from the public's acceptance until that perception changes to fit the artist's view.

This is nearly proof positive of the forgiveness of sin.

You can mess up today and be deemed a saint tomorrow depending on whose perception rings authorities voice on it in future days, and of course the reverse is also true, proving the universe has the last word on judgment. I'd like to think there is a constant that keeps good taste and art at a level that inspires a higher plain, but the truth seems to be simpler.

Good art, good taste and good poetry "connect" to an audience nothing more. That connection can not be explained in simple words so there are thousands of attempts to explain it over the centuries of time. That seems to be what we call schooling. Good schooling enlightens, where as bad schooling constricts and binds the spirit to conformity and sometimes divides us from our artistic connection toward life.

Art, like true living, is a free expression of our interpretations of what we believe and are willing to show the world.

You might as well say you are trying to find the universes ear. We all want to connect. We all want a voice and we sometimes find the same tone others are using to find that same thing. If its near the truth it resonates in time, if its false to that universe it fades. One thing is for sure, that if you don't speak up, then you won't be heard and that silence, although forever pure in its form, has no audience.

You may as well say we are all self taught authors of our own existence.....we all try to connect and become what we think explains ourselves. Good or bad...that is art...a connection freely expressed and sometimes it sounds like poetry...its a matter of taste.

The value of dirt

2009-06-21T12:04:00.003-04:00

For the most part those that have worked in dirt know the price of dirt….....civilization would be the wiser to pay attention to that known value

2009-06-18T07:48:00.002-04:00

In the quiet dawn above the heavens stretch, the light of day and shadows fetch
A floating scene of iridescent smoke, where mountains look like castles cloaked
Heaving waves of misty ocean, swelling now in constant motion
Let the morning glow declare, heaven on earth, is every where.

The beast has arisen

2009-06-13T19:07:00.001-04:00

The beast has arisen,
Awakened at the dawn
Of a new century rising
His evil will spawn
A new generation of anger
Deceit and pain
As he tightens his coils
On souls to drain
Serpents tongue
Dank festering stare
Unjustified scrutiny
Increasing despair

Wrath is upon us
Disguised in speech
Sublime and beautiful
Sweet as a peach
Succulent language
Convincing blurbs
Eloquent treachery
Satisfying words
Who will hear us?
In our pain
Voices arrested
Suppression the gain

The serpent is reaching
For more to bind
Under slithering scales
All will find
Hope is extinguished
By such as this
A convincing orator
Smooth as a kiss
Takes more than his share
Through temptations lot
Stealing the future
More than you’ve got

Venomous snakes
And mongoose spit
Prove once again
A poisonous fit
resultation
From resisting a beast
Then drooling becomes
Victories treat
Sign me up
For the battle has come
Spasmodic dancers
Pound on the drum

One should not begrudge a King

2009-06-06T19:07:00.000-04:00

One should not begrudge a King

One should not begrudge a King,
his podium or his throne.
Without induced elevation,
a midget we’d see alone.

Once he lived an empty existence,
never fulfilling his life long dream,
Of ruling over better men
than he could ever be.

The rest of us, having our talents,
share in liberty and freedom for all
Without the need to inflate ourselves
Or to make others feel quite small

So next time elevated self purpose
Steps upon its pompous throne
Turn away in laughter
And be thankful it’s not your home

And you and I can wryly laugh
while kings are viewed as stinkers
spending their days concocting laws
With their head up in their sphincter

Your rewards

2009-06-06T18:59:00.000-04:00

Your reward

How does evil come to power?
Does it give you something of value?
Does it promise you hope?

How is evil able to win the game?
Does it open your mind?
Does it help you cope?

How can anyone resist?
Does evil provide sustenance?
Does it coddle your ego?

How does evil stay in power
Does it make you rich?
Does it make your enemies go?

What is evil to you?
Your friend, your comfort your god?
Let me know

What then is goodness to you?
If evil fills your soul?
Will you exist playing evils role?

Abide by your truths
Upon death you will address
Receiving what you gave and expect no less

Will evil keep you?
Will evil forgive you?
What in the end will be you?

Abide by your truths
Upon death you will address
Receiving what you gave and expect no less

Prides Curse

2009-05-27T20:39:00.003-04:00

Prides curse

Who stands to the side and claims he’s right,
when he hasn’t struggled with himself and joined the fight?
Who speaks of ways to win the day,
when he hasn’t a method to show the way?
Who gives this man the power to lead,
when to his own advice he doesn’t heed?
We have a word to describe these men;
They have come before and hurt us then
They speak of ways of victories gained,
with words and thoughts and mutual disdain
But in the end they bring the wrath,
of realities weapon a physical path
So when you hear the words of praise,
laid on a speakers as he wins the day
Be sure to rest your life and limb,
on the man who would fight for you not with him
For all the talk and words from the righteous,
its men of action, that are there to save us
So what’s the word we use to describe,
the man who speaks clever but from action he hides?
The word at times, can describe many of us,
It’s the way of pride and its being self-righteous
Untested by actions promised by a word,
those that practice it, should be judged as absurd
They speak most beautifully stroking each phrase,
telling of visions that they have dreamed for days
But in the end when all is done,
the methods they preach are the same from which they run
So mind your ears and decide who’s joking,
and trust in a man who has done what he has spoken

Break through

2009-05-24T13:28:00.003-04:00

When at first you choose to follow
You are not maybe aware
That the path that’s being forged for you
Is one you wouldn’t dare.

At the point of your awakening
That you have been led astray
Are you prepared to make a choice?
Or humbly fade away?

From down below the pavement deep
A little seed breaks through
As delicate as a small flower is
It still knows what to do

Rise up my friend and make the choice
The journey is yours to claim
Trust the path to enlightened growth
Set your eyes to the highest aim

No seed ever asked “how big should I be?”
Or “what am I to do?”
It’s all or nothing to become alive
Even if it’s a Mountain you must break on through

In Memorial

2009-05-24T13:06:00.002-04:00

In memorial

Quietly we must tread
Upon the favored soil
Where fire did vanquish
And blood did boil

Lives have been spent
In the righteous defense
The virtuous were given
Their sacrifice was immense

Mortality has a value
That living heroes know
Bought measure by measure
With what the willing do sow

Dwarfed we are
At the heightened path
By others who gave
Defying enemy’s wrath

Softly we must tread
On consecrated soil
Where men have bled
Gaining victories spoil

Quietly we must tread
On the splendid field
Where freedom chose to resist
And not to yield

One last victory

2009-05-13T19:19:00.004-04:00

Blackened sky

Cold damp breeze

My heart sunk like a stone

A dragon's tongue

and yellow eyes

Before it I stood alone

Without a sword

Or a place to hide

My nakedness was revealed

what terrible fate

what ghastly end

my courage would be annealed

between me and it

a whiskers breadth

and the confidence in my God

That I alone

And my true heart

Would get the victory nod

Sickness is

Like cancerous fright

The serpent that swallows life

But conquer fear

And live in faith

In death is found no strife

Trust the Son

the warming breeze

I leave this life alone

I hold my tongue

Close my eyes

Yes… I’m going home

Soothsaying

2009-05-07T20:46:00.002-04:00

How oft this has happened
I’m not really sure
But it seems quite obvious
Even to the likes of Al Gore
That our planet is living
And always is about change
Though his ilk seems to be thinking
A message they can’t explain

Global warming is evil
Mother Nature is bent
She has been over burdened
By America’s exhaust vent
I challenge that thesis
On the grounds it ain’t so
Cause nature is fickle
It’s a women don’t you know

If climatic conditions
Have proved time and agin
That mankind’s a victim
Of mother natures passing whim
But Al is a selling
A message of doom
As soothsayers before him
Profited on gloom

Enough from you peddlers
Of instant success
Predicting desperation
Like it’s a new party dress
Our world goes around
It seeks its own way
Nature is beyond you
No matter what you say

I am no heathen
I seek no disrespect
But I’ve noticed a cooling
Last time I checked
Those of you who follow
Political intervention
This religion of yours
Is a human invention

I like Mother Nature
respect her ancient ways
Tomorrow she’s sunny
But not today
Change is inevitable
On that I am sold
Prostitution and soothsaying
Are as professions
Almost as old

tomorrows choice

2009-05-06T23:38:00.001-04:00

Tomorrows choice is to live beyond the limitations of today’s folly, so that our memories that look back to see today can laugh out loud in grand cacophony at how silly we lived yesterday.

Without that freedom we are condemned to attach ourselves to the sorrow of what we did not become today.

carbon tax

2009-04-22T11:55:00.002-04:00

Using taxation to perfect societal flaws

What makes this current trend of intellectual supremacy so unfit for human consumption, is the bases of taxation in itself is imperfect at every level, yet it is used to perfect society at the hands of the most imperfect of all, idealized politically motivated despots in need of an audience.

I mean that in the kindest of ways.

Every time some professors, preaches an advertisement campaign to justify servitude from one man to another by outside political forces, they are suggesting enslavement to another's will and it is usually their authorship, not the individuals, and disconnects the players involved as justification of imposed will by doctrine.

We are suffering under a barrage of pied pipers playing the government imposed dictum rule, and all these claimed intelligentsia are perpetrating collective gathering principles to sweep away their feared nemesis; Competition!

As in all things even the professorial flock is fearful of their transparent perch upon the elevated state podium of fabricated self worth. What better way to gain power and notoriety but to invest in promoting totalitarianism over the individual and to back it up with vague references to equality and fairness through moderated taxation.

Yes even the chains of slave hood make all who are chained equal under the whip. So it almost makes sense to a government stooge to request, yea even require, chains of more taxation at the hands of the uncle Tom playing the owners pet.

2009-04-15T20:31:00.003-04:00

Dinosaurs were to big to fail
where are they now?

An inch of sediment or a mile of sand
even the monumental giants
are victims of natures hand

The wisdom of selection
is there to invent
but fools play gods
inverting natures intent

Men decide to tamper
and folly is exposed
as even sediment can bury a tower
time and truth are natures repose

Stupendous Ignoramus

2009-04-15T19:54:00.002-04:00

cantankerous curmudgeons will agree
that thrice a bad decision made proves habit of demon proportion
scowl you must
this I trust
Will etch fore ever in shame
their pompous stupendous ignoramus declaration at we

Three compadre's

2009-04-15T19:46:00.002-04:00

Pelosi
not so
mostly
Reid
a weed
Obama
Oh Mama
Communism's farmah

Rebellion

2009-04-15T19:22:00.004-04:00

Rebellion is crucial
unless you are willing to be lead by a government minstrel
then the unwilling become the defeated
and the tune being played isn't liberty but servitude instead

So what's your poison
to march to the masters of communism
Or to gain your salvation
stepping away from the vanquished pawns and seek freedom from oppression?

Times are late
The fool mutters his sympathetic cry "just wait"
as Communism seeps into each crevice
Actions not taken when the beast is eating puts constipation of civilization upon us.

Wisdom earned

2009-03-29T12:12:00.005-04:00

Self appointed wisdom lacks the credential of an unbiased witness,
yet the humble deed done with silent pride substantiates its own validity.

The Path

2009-03-25T22:49:00.002-04:00

I see the path vaguely now that leads me through the fog, beyond the smoke, the ethereal gas, destinies chaotic bog.
Peer I to see beyond the scope of limited present vision, hope lifts my mind far away outside this mysterious prison.
Perceptions bleak when compasses fail but destiny beckons on, what wonders exist at the climactic edge, where the light reveals the dawn.

beget begot

2009-03-25T21:49:00.002-04:00

Violence begets
what violence begot
Inaction reveals
a life will be lost
When you have strove
to overtake
Remember this wisdom;
You’ll reap the measure of the method you make

2009-03-25T20:44:00.002-04:00

In the shadows lurks
Under the cover of deception waits
Desperately it clings
Pathetic self anointment
Insidious are its acts
False to life
Empty to reason
Cowardly moving beneath contempt
Striding arrogance
Crawling vile weakness
Towering ignorance
Slithering waste
Sub human predator
Children beware
Mothers weep
A creature is upon us
Hideous in the light
Pedophiliac

Making waves

2009-03-06T14:17:00.002-05:00

History is the first things people ignore when trying to act bigger than life. That way the ideal they are measuring up to, can be of their own invention and devoid of the cumbersome detail of evidence and proof by past example. By comparison they fall short in every aspect and have the only claim to fame as being present when history is being made or in some cases undone.

Mirth on earth

2009-02-25T20:37:00.007-05:00

Peace on earth goodwill toward men
A visionary declared his wish
To put at ease the common fear that evil lurks within

All who walk have seen the cause
Of peace that runs amuck
By well intentions vigilantes’ whose peace leads us to wars

Good will toward men seems innocent
If kept as simple words
But forcing peace upon another usually reaches the reverse intent

What say you, who doth protest
At one cause or another
And holds his fist up to the sky and threatens all the rest

Hold your tongue and form your way
With everlasting good
The sword you swing has consequence that perhaps you can not pay

Peace on earth will not occur
The sage he did wish too much
For peace is for the dead you see and in the living we must endure

Good will toward men a fine declaration
Its purpose is quite clear
For men to stand and declare there will as goodness with given direction

I’d like to alter a little bit
The wisdom of the age
and say to all, “there is no peace on earth, but an elevated path that’s shared to it”

Racism

2009-02-19T13:37:00.002-05:00

In my life, I have never seen a slave. I have never seen a man fight another over his color but certainly over his opinion or voice. In school there were few men or women of color and the ratio of race concerns to the usual opinion concerns wasn't of significance, if at all.
I saw and participated in my share of fights of anger but none over race. No one cared for that back then or at least I didn't. I have hired men of color in my business, men of Spanish, Irish and any other dissent. I have had two native American friends, although I have never checked peoples spermatic origin.
In my life I have been barraged with the plight of the black man, the wrongdoing of the whites and the need to make up some ground that we have done, and by association of origin I too have done. Throughout my day I hear radio and news bulletins infected with hate toward each other disguised as black power, black pride or simple black culture. I see the same from some white groups.
Maybe I am naive, but slavery was in the past and the hate belongs in that time. I have no need to relive the experience of false accusation against my neighbor for something he has never lived nor been a witness to. I am proud of my life. I am not so arrogant or self righteous as to think I am superior to my past or invincible toward the future. I live here now and in the day.
I read history. I see hate has no color barrier. I read the news, it has no time barrier either. The commonality is ignorance, fear and the desire to belong.

I don't belong to the past nor the hate of today disguised as political correctness. I choose my friends not by their color but their value as friends and confidants. I apologize to those that think their color or lack of it holds some merit. Deeds and attitude to others has my highest respect, all else seems below merit and of the childish nature.

In my life I have seen slaves. The ones that choose to follow the past and develop hate and direction from a day gone by. Ones that would enslave another for their own personal gain and force political concerns based on the past and not the future freedom and equality of all. We cal that liberty and it needs the support of humans that are mature enough to get over themselves and define their lives by what they do now, not what their fathers did in the past.

No one passes through life without resistance and all will face a foe. I'd be careful not to label all opposition racism as the freedom to resist a tyrant may transcend color. At least I hope so. and always be aware that your battles are from within your own self and not always the man who opposes you.

Insightful Holder

2009-02-19T10:08:00.000-05:00

I heard it spoken, on you tube today
That Americans are cowards, when speaking on race, any away

Freedom of speech, doesn’t require much thought
But a full fledged idea, now that’s something hot

Since I was young, I’ve heard of nothing but race
From one group of people, the rest keep the pace

It is hard to imagine, a more insensitive word
As defamatory as cowardice, to be used so absurd

But what’s even crasser, or hurtful, even shallow
To boast of intelligence, while speaking so hollow

Another small man, has opened his mouth
To reveal his inadequacies, as small as a mouse

America suffers, the fools and wise
And carries on virtuous, seeing through their disguise

Good men are resilient, and tolerate the mean
Their patience a virtue, the world has already seen

The soap box can elevate, and make a man heard
but size is determined, by what’s in his words

I salute the large foot, that’s dwarfed a small man
And positioned its author, lowly, at his own hand

An infant learns speech, grows and learns with no guarantee
That wisdom will follow, when he graduates with a degree

So suffer the fool, and keep to the pace
We all have our burdens; the least of all is our race.

2009-02-12T20:32:00.000-05:00

Stimulus; Stim-u-lus, n. financial inspiration gained at the expense of the future x interest + mis-allocations = elongation of dilemma. Otherwise known as no end in sight and more to come.

Possible origin Stim from (Stymie to confound) (U) short for You and (lus) from lose.

Stymie you lose.....

ex. USA depression of 1930's and Japan in 90's

Stimulus woes!

2009-02-12T19:55:00.000-05:00

The first shall be last
they did declare
while sitting high up
on their easy chair

and the last shall be made first

Redistribution
was newly declared
as the best solution
to making things "fair"

and the last shall discover a thirst

Spend a trillion here
spend a trillion there
the debt keeps climbing
yet nobody seems to care

and bailouts were given to even the worst

same old sellers
of yesterdays lies
promise us the moment
and reach for the skies

and all shall become bloated for want and thirst

the last shall be first
the heretic did cry
as he sold out the present
for future voters to buy

and all felt the load when the easy chair burst
and all felt the load
from the last to the very, very first

2009-02-12T19:52:00.000-05:00

2008-12-23T19:44:00.000-05:00

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

2008-11-05T11:45:00.002-05:00

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

2008-10-20T14:52:00.000-04:00

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

2008-06-04T08:44:00.003-04:00

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

2008-05-26T22:11:00.000-04:00

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

2008-05-09T17:49:00.001-04:00

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

2008-05-07T20:15:00.000-04:00

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

2008-05-04T08:36:00.002-04:00

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

2008-05-01T10:10:00.000-04:00

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

2008-04-22T18:13:00.000-04:00

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

2008-04-14T16:49:00.000-04:00

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

2008-04-10T09:28:00.001-04:00

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

2008-03-31T19:21:00.000-04:00

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

2008-03-27T17:17:00.002-04:00

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

2008-03-19T19:42:00.001-04:00

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

2008-03-06T09:32:00.003-05:00

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