Rebellion

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

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

The Path

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

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

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

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

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