Mirth on earth

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

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

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.

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!

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

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