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I came upon a tribe one day in a land not far away where everyone gets what they need from juices of an orange seed Some who drank the juice had died and so the tribe felt satisfied that they had weeded out the weak with the help of orange seed Some fell asleep the whole day long for orange juice was very strong and never felt an ounce of pain with not a care to cross the brain But others would feel more awake with every little drop they'd take They'd run and dance and twitch and shake and never need to take a break Still others would get sick and green like a flu they'd never seen The only really certain cure was "Never touch the juice no more" For some, the drug would change their mood to dumb and brutal, cruel and rude But even those would find their use in the tribe of orange juice Of course, a few got very wise had visions right before their eyes Surely, God chose them to lead with blessings from the orange seed So anyone made dull and tired were rounded up and all required to work all day or face the noose and never touch the orange juice But those the seed would energize were thereby made to supervise the work so tedious and tough while sipping on the orange stuff And those for whom the seed caused harm, were duly trained to run the farm All day to sneeze and cough non-stop yet trusted with the precious crop And anyone turned cruel, it's true got plenty of the orange brew you could guess what jobs they do and who they really answer to Not leaders who hallucinate that everything is going great nor all the rest who get their dose (except the ones that need it most) Not any man or myth or god nor any beast of sea or sod but just a noxious little weed with a toxic little orange seed There may be some as I suspect for whom the seed has no effect I doubt that they're allowed to stay they wouldn't want to anyway
Another fresh year is here, I would love to banish from my life, worry doubt & fear. I would like to be joyous, true and live life each moment with zest, and give the people around me nothing but the best. I would love to talk, communicate and break mental barriers that are creations, and work hard towards mending broken relations. I would love to tell my wife to give me all her tears and fear, and take from me all my love the loving words she likes from me to hear. I would love to make an effort to be a good friend, to my elder daughter and put all petty misunderstandings to an end. I would love to stop to the people in contact ,the shoving, and spend more time in loving. I would love to stop being disadvantageous and outrageous, and speak only the truth and for that be courageous. I would love to fight my emotions all unfriendly, and cover them all with feelings that are friendly. I would love to learn to be sensitive, and towards others be open and receptive. I would love to practice not to crib about all the things life has not given me, and be greatful for the great things around me I have an opportunity to feel and see. I would love to learn to be content about all I have received, and focus now on giving and helping those, whom life has deceived. I would love to pray for world peace and plant more trees, and work to help out for carbon emission decrease. I would love to learn to be unforgiving, and be more tolerant and caring. I would love to right some of my wrongs, and be true to myself and hum joyous songs. Finally, I would love to learn to be humble and full of gratitude, and to do so spend some precious moments of my day reflecting in solitude.
So I see how cruel life may be in a minute, All around people's faces gleam & glare At my gloomy face but never see my net. And I cry and cry and cry to get 'em fair. From times past, I knew of what may be The finale of this sweet short time gained; But now it comes with great dismay, to me. With thoughts of melancholy stained. Am losing my job to my brother, I teach him my work as a father Does to his sons and to the other, He knows not my hearts as they gather. They give a life, a life they can't retain, They offer me a choice, a choice not mine; They lead me to the grave, to bury me and the ten; But they in turn smile and smile as they dine And so I see that they are not to be The people I perceive may little see, My serene into whirlwind occur to me At a peek and glaze and short see. Whatever the Asian will decide, However I cope with them all, I implore all the good to side With me as evil entirely will fall.
Tishmandu My eyes can see That the sand is like sea And it stretches to the end of my mind On a ship set to sail with four legs and a tail Tishmandu I set out to find Now the wind is of sand and can lend a hand in tearing the flesh from your bone So your head you keep wrapped your snaps keep snapped and you never travel alone The heat at midday is to kill and waylay if the body and soul are not one So you pray to the east and prepare for slim feast begging passage under full sun Caravan of the seed born on camels that breed in an endless march between wells Over lost count of dunes under God and full moons blessing passage with incense and bells At the end of the day when gold turns to grey and the stars brighten the skies A device is brought forth to determine true north and the path where Tishmandu lies On the fortieth morn pressing lips to the horn a signal beckons us wake Leaving water behind on a course now refined the final leagues we must take Tishmandu is a place where a white mans face has never been seen or allowed But the people have need and my service agreed in a land under sky without cloud Like feathers of blue in the distance I view the flags on top of the walls Though my limbs are worn my very fabric is torn I move towards Tishmandu halls At last in the shade a walled shelter is bade I meet with the maker of rules A service I bring but to rules I must cling or a tortures price must be paid Twenty days and seven in the passes of heaven I treated the sick and the lame With rules on my mind the medicines I grind The devil of Tish for to tame As I washed the sick and avoided blunt stick the God of the desert did smile For the people made well in this fortified hell where spirit is subject to trial In the end I am paid for the journey I made and the healing and medicine new On my camel back salted meats in my pack I Bid farewell to Tishmandu RAMA, Ink
Simmering and swinging out on a limb Life all around full to the brim Swooshing and sliding in it's place Chatting and joining the rat race Hurry and scurry and passing us by With a heave and a hoe and give a sigh Round and round with audible sound Our feet barely have time to touch the ground A look or a glance at the sights Acknowledge , try to be polite Stop, be stationary for a while Take a little step a way and smile
The Color Missing Red, black, and blue are the colors of our work pens. Red is the color of the blood we spill on other people's mistakes. Blue is the color of the songs we sing on tax forms or pay stubs- every page has a secret melody. Black is the color of the streets we fear most. Black is the color of our signature of approval. Black is the color of our death. 'But what about the Green pens?' I ask. They say 'the ink is too hard to see.'
You women Know how to make The best of what you've got in you You do it everyday in your life
P aranoia permeates, etching itself into your fractured face, A cacophony of constant pressure; life remains a stressful race, N othing to hope for, no positives like promotion in the workplace, I nability to love, relationships lift anchor and set sail without chase, C hildren crushing dreams under mortgages; age grows with disgrace !!
"There is a time for each season… To everything made… There is a divine reason. A time for purpose under the heavens above… A time for meaning from a God of love. A time to be born. A time to die… A time to farm the ground under the beautiful sky. A time to kill. A time to heal... A time to tear down and to build up with a passion and zeal A time for weeping. A time for laughing… A time to mourn. A time for dancing. A time to keep... A time to throw away. A time to tear. A time to make amends today. A time to get. A time for losing… A time to keep. And to give away at our choosing. A time for silence. A time to speak… A time for each hour and day of the week. A time for love. A time for hate… A time for war. A time for peace at your gate. How will you spend the time God has given to you? What is your choice? What will you do??? May this be a time living in God's purpose and design. He created you and made everything beautiful in his time! By Jim Pemberton 05/22/10 Read Eccl. 3:1-11
The Noose is tightening. The 5's and 10's yanked from our hands and aching backs Are spent on band-aids: A last stand effort to plug the holes in our hearts When the price of drowning is only getting higher So we turn to tiny acts of thievery Taxes prettied up, cashiers uncorrected, Stealing at the edges because we're backed into corners, Corners Glittering with promises corners Dripping with possibility, With Island resort wallpaper Sold in bulk at Wal-Mart for Profit: A trail of crumbs called America- Which has curdled our souls and we love it! And hate it and gossip about it and think obsessively about it and then We find the most expensive friends our looks can afford, Shopping for substance (50% off) Staring through the eye of a screen Light speed in pursuit of heaven on earth (Ignore the plastic)- Until pop! We die of ADHD. Never having had the chance to smell the genetically modified roses. Never having had the chance to see through this kingdom of ideas As we served out our sentence to life in cubicle. Jacob Reinhardt 10/24/2013
I Don't Care... I don't care, if you're battered black and blue, I don't care, just as long as I can drink and screw. I don't care, if you've lost your damn job, I don't care, you're just a kernel off the cob. I don't care, when I see you begging in the street, I don't care, I get to suckle on capitalism's raw teat. I don't care, about the elderly, the poor, or the weak, I don't care, if the earth will be inherited by the meek. I don't care, if the climate is warming, I'm so much cooler, I don't care, in my penthouse I'm the boss, the only ruler. I don't care, for those rolling for scraps in the muck, I don't care, I really don't care, cos' I don't give a f**k inspired by Bob Geldof's "The Great Song of Indifference"
How often do you visit the Library? And what do you see? I see oceans and seas of books plus a homeless man doing zzz's.. He'd apparently been reading before, he fell deep asleep. He can stay there, they say, as long as he doesn't lie down to sleep. Sitting up is OK and of course, as long as he doesn't create a scene. He's kind and gracious and a little strange but can debate any role When he walked over, we had a talk about the devil verses mind control. Without asking, what he really wanted was someone to buy him lunch. There's a McDonalds two doors down from where we were bunched. I don't know what I expected when he woke up and looked around. But when I asked if he was homeless he wasn't fazed at all. Yes, I have been for a while, he said, but my boat will soon come in. And I realized the library is a warm, safe place to relax and to be. And the librarians seem content to just let him be. In the end, I was sorry I couldn't buy him that lunch. But recently, my abilities to do so had become a little stretched. I used to buy the books I read… now the library is more my taste. I just hope if it comes to that… he'll graciously share this place. The library even has computers from where you could write. And the people there are varied and really rather kind. I'm on the edge but whole family's once prosperous are already there. Cheap hotel rooms in even cheaper hotels, once skirted are full. The jobs don't pay for anything more. They are: Bitter, Disgruntled, Lost. Needed are better and more jobs to re-establish the American Dream. To give them some hope so they can go back there again… And don't just act toward them… like they're your library man… Give them back their American Dream as best you can. Voice of Reason Contest
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Las mujeres que cruzan el rio cada dia forman una linea larga para la migra. Muestran sus permisos -- tarjetas locales -- y vacian los contenidos de sus bolsas. Cuando las preguntan sus destinos, contestan con las frases que han ensayado: quiero comprar pollo en especial, o desea mi hijo zapatos tenis de Wal-Mart -- mientras sus patronas del dia acechan, a prudente distancia, en sus camionetas guayin, con los motores en marcha. Estan fumando impacientemente. Otro Winston? (For translation, see "About This Poem")
When he emigrated to North Dakota Daddy came to help fill needed quota Of young, strong men of honest worth For untamed land at its new birth. He met my mother, strong as he, Raised seven kids including me. He broke wild mustangs to the halter And from cold or heat would never falter. The settlers in this brand new land Weren't looking for the wild cow-hand, The drifter who'd collect his pay, Then casually be on his way. Some would then join an outlaw band, Before the law came to the land. Though their kind earned infamous glory, Men like my dad were the real story. North Dakota had only been a state, Ten years when Daddy tested fate. He left Eastern standards and aesthetics, Armed only with his strong work ethics. He and his kind would build the schools, And churches and towns and follow rules. It took big men to build the west. I claim my dad one of the best. He homesteaded in nineteen hundred one And that is how the west was won.
Morals, Morality and Ethical Direction… We often hear of morals, morality and ethical direction. What they mean, I suppose, is "one's discretion." Very seldom, is anything from the Bible being heard. Why obey God's commandments? Why, that's absurd! Many claim, that as adults, just about anything is "o.k." As long as you don't do what they do, but what they say! Many are "bombarded" with sexual type of temptations… Often leading many to get into perverse addictions! We set up boards of people to try to be "ethically clean." When it comes down to it… What does this really mean? Can a person be totally immoral, but 100% ethical?' Does this, in some way, seem kind of "heretical?" Why believe in God? He's been ruled "unconstitutional." While many listen to the news, which is often "delusional!" We hear of perversions, that are often "glorified." Do we hear of those wanting to be Godly sanctified? If you're confused, and need some kind of spiritual guide! Look to God's word! He has nothing to hide! The kind of morality and ethics that you'll ever need… Can be found in the Bible! Open it and read! Why not read from Genesis through Revelation? We can all find what we need! Across our nation! God and his word give us a true moral compass for living! His life for our own lives, is what he's freely giving! Won't you come to Jesus for godly direction today? He is here! And wants to help you find HIS way! By Jim Pemberton
Social injustice and economic inequality have always been practiced in our Nation's working industry Irish need not apply, Hispanics we don't want your kind and Blacks don't even show your face this was the typical response to ethnic minorities in America's workplace nepotism and favoritism were the norm and status quo as it was not about your knowledge or skill but about who you know let us never forget the unions and labor laws which evened the playing field for if it was left up to corporate America economic inequality would never yield Racism, discrimination and segregation on our Nation's history is a blight and in spite of all the civil rights laws we still have to fight for a measure of equal opportunity for some respect and a little dignity let us never forget the Rev. Dr. King Jr., Medgar Evers, Cesar Chavez and Rosa Parks those who stood up against injustice by igniting a socially conscious spark they did not back down, they would not back off, they took a moral stance so that every single human being in this country could have an equal chance We hold these truths to be self-evident that all citizens shall be treated the same regardless of race, color, age, gender or how we pronounce your name and as we celebrate Black History Month let us never forget those who led the fight in the struggle for social justice, economic equality and basic human rights
The Country District Nurse If you listened to the gossip down the street or at the mall, That someone had been hurt, or had a fall, You could bet your boots that she was there With her navy blue bag, and her hat on her hair Right up the front with those who did care, Giving attention, and helpful to all. She had to get her facts right so she could tell it true How it happened, what was where, and who was who. Opening her pad she'd begin to write Of all she had heard and saw at the site She had to make sure that she recorded it right For it could mean a lot to you. She retired; the government said the service now not needed, But it did not stop her giving to her district, for she heeded Their calls, when the doctor was far away In the city, at the clinic every day', He personally paid his Nurse to stay To continue the service, unimpeded. When she got older and with fading sight She did not stop caring to turn wrong into right Whether around the corner or across the park She knew which dog was worse than its bark, And if you weren't home until well after dark, She would keep her light burning all night. Her happy cheerful nature is no longer seen in town When they seek her for advice, she can't be found. Her memory remains with the children, now grown, As if they snuffle along with a cough and a groan, With no nursing service like the one they had known, They drive to the clinic; city bound. ©
They assigned me me to write a sonnet about the life of a drunken writer whose dream wouldn't shatter, but his foolishness wasn't in the past tense; he spent endless hours reading blogs of people who didn't make sense... in chat rooms he found geeks, charlatans and a casual liar. These are the ones who can text all day as kids do for fun... what's the excuse for being late and perform with a brainless head? Here's proof of his laziness: he didn't write anything to earn him bread. " Wake up, your work is piling up...you snore as pigs in a barn! " the co-worker in the next booth sneered as the boss approached Fred who stuttered and tried to explain why he couldn't get the work done... while his breath stunk and couldn't stand him looking awfully mad. " I need that article by tomorrow, or you'll get a pink slip and are gone! " " Sir, the last article was a hit...you liked that sex-pot with those boobs! " " Why can't I write about today's generation who have the speed of raccoons? "
I used to complain about having to work at night on weekends. Everyone was having fun but li'l ol' me. Some years back I had an epiphany on the matter. Suddenly, I had time to cash my check AND pay my bills! Then, I might possibly catch a movie, which has plenty of seating on Monday nights! But my favorite part is: The People Zoo. I started visualizing folks in their cubicles and at their counters as exhibits. You find mostly monkeys in cubicles working for some government agency. The sharks you'll find in the car lots and on showroom floors. The insects buzzing and dutifully mimicking their peers are found at schools. The buzzards and carrion feeders can be found at law firms and in courtrooms. The bulls and bears can be found scrapping it out on Wall street, While the elephants and donkeys exchange insults on the TV monitors. The pigs are found cruising the streets making sure the rats and snakes don't take over. The blood-sucking Vampire bats can be found working for insurance companies. BUT....... Just a warning: Most of these exhibits offer you no protection from the brutality of nature! There are no tour guides and no guarantees of safety or fun..... And, one more thing: They will eventually come to see you in YOUR exhibit!
~~~~ "Would You Like To Buy A Bag ? " ~~~~ Two years ago, to the day If you needed a bag , you must pay. A nickle a bag we did charge Whether its small, whether its large. The customers were incredulous. Some were sullen, some caused a fuss. Some threw things, some would curse, Some would stuff everything in their purse. Some loaded their purchases to their chin As if it were a battle they must win. You'd think we were crazy, out of our head Suggesting they use cloth bags instead. It's been two years, we still hear them say "Me?...pay for a bag?, that'll be the day" The landfills and oceans have plastic galore And courtesy of us, they'll keep getting more. for Susan Burch's contest "Paper or Plastic" my theme - plastic 28/02/2012
The Nameless Slipping through the sieve of history, the nameless rest. Not for the nameless are roads renamed, nor monuments built. Not for the nameless are songs sung, nor ink spilled. The nameless rest. Their silent sacrifice, quiet ordeal, muted trauma, remain interred, amongst their remains. The nameless rest. Not for the nameless are doctorates conferred, nor eulogies recited. Not for the nameless are honours bestowed, nor homages directed. The nameless rest. They rest within us, they walk with us, in every step that we tread. They rest within us, they walk with us, for their spirit is not dead. "Your name is unknown, your deed is immortal" - inscription at The Tomb of the Unknown Soldier WWII in Moscow Special thanks to my dearest elder sister Tasneem Nobandla Moolla, whose conversations with me about life as a non-white person growing up in pre and post-Apartheid South Africa prompted me to write this dedication to the countless, nameless South Africans of every colour, whose sacrifices and dedication in the struggle against Apartheid tyranny must never be forgotten. My sister's middle name 'Nobandla' which is an isiXhosa name and means "she who is of the people" was given by her godfather, Nelson Mandela, my father's 'best-man who could not be, as Nelson Mandela was unable to-make it to my parent's wedding as he was in jail at the time in the old Johannesburg Fort. This was the 31st December 1961.
They're watching you, they're always watching you, check out the daily news. Henchmen rob bank, two officers killed, change channel. Reality T.V. a celebraity stumbling out of a club, drunk as hell. Change channel, a gay couple buying a house, in a white collar neighborhood. They're watching you, they're always watching you, even when you don't know it. Someone is always watching you. Take out the trash, wash the dishes. Watching, survalling, like a camera. Terrorists, they're always watching you, Politians always watching you. School teachers, police, FBI and CIA Always watching you. Smile for the camera they're watching so just wave and smile. Bullies on playground jungle-gyms looking out for the ugly nerd, found him. Hiding under the woodchips, get him, beat him up, I told you, they're always watching you. Look at me, look what I can do, can you see me? I'll drink to that, cheers, for they're always watching.
Reject letter sent by post. Applications online ignored. Too old Too young. Inexperienced. Do not drive. It must be the JSA blues. Countless jobs for the unemployed. Just search and see. It must be true the papers say. This Government would not lie. Reject letter sent by post. Applications online ignored. Too old Too young. Inexperienced. Do not drive. It must be the JSA blues. Take any job you can get. Work 80 hours a week. It's for your well being, the papers say. This Government would not lie. Reject letter sent by post. Applications online ignored. Too old Too young. Inexperienced. Do not drive. It must be the JSA blues. Take minimum wage if you must. That is all you are worth. You will thank us some day the papers say. This Government would not lie. Reject letter sent by post. Applications online ignored. Too old Too young. Inexperienced. Do not drive. It must be the JSA blues. I have the JSA blues This Government would not lie. The JSA blues. Government would not lie. JSA Blues. Would not lie. JSA blues. Not lie. JSA blues. LIE!
The Petty Posh-Wahzee - Liberation & Ostentation The Not-So Distant Past: The fallen fighters for freedom, are unable to turn in their graves, their battered, fragmented bones, mixed with a handful of torn rags, are all that remain, a mute reminder of their selfless valiant sacrifice. They endured brutal Apartheid harassment, detentions without trial, torture in the cells, and mental anguish when loved ones disappeared, they left their homeland, to continue the struggle against racial bigotry, while countless others fought the scourge of white-minority rule at home. Nelson Mandela and many, many others, spent their lives imprisoned, on islands of stone, and on islands of the cruellest torture, yet they stood, never bowing, never scraping, they stood, firm for ideals for which they were prepared to die, and many, many comrades did die, at the hands of the callous oppressor, and many, many comrades perished in distant lands, torn from their homes, while the struggle continued, for decades, soaked in blood, in tears, in pain. The Present: 19 years have passed, since freedom was secured at the highest of prices, delivering unto us, this present, a gift of emancipation from servitude, a freedom to walk this land, head held high, no longer second-class citizens, in the land of our ancestors, whose voices we hear and need to heed today. I do not care much for fashion, Lewis-Fit-On and Sleeves unSt.-Moron, yet the ostentation that I witness baffles even my unsophisticated palate, our ancestors' plaintive whispers are being dismissed, left unheeded, as we browse the aisles for more and more, always for more and yet more. Asphyxiated by the excess of the Petty Posh-Wahzee, we find ourselves, perched precariously on the edge, of a dissolution of all that is humane, babies go hungry, wives are battered, our elders left in hospitals for hours, I cringe as I scribble these words, perhaps too sanctimonious and preachy, yet I know, deep in the marrow of my brittle bones, I know, I know, I know, this tree of freedom planted by the nameless daughters and sons of Africa, needs to be shielded, nurtured, protected from our very own baser impulses, so that the precious tree of freedom, may bear the fruit that may feed us all, for if not, then we are doomed, to tip over, and into the yawning abyss, we shall fall.
A little boy and an ant became great friends one day. But how to live drew them apart, and this is how they ran astray: In the Ant's heart was strict authority and constant work each day. Why wasn't the boy following someone, collecting for the food array? The ant would always build everything in exactly the same proven way. The anthill was underground and protected them perfectly every day. Not adding to the hive was a crime, no one would ever think to display. He knew every thing would be perfect, if everyone did their job and obeyed. But the boy wanted to build bridges and trestles, just like his Dad, each day. All of them out in the open, none of them under ground or hidden away. And inventiveness came with the notice, of new and exciting things in daily play. His life was really cool, not boring, as standing in a line would convey. He'd invent, and ponder, and build in exciting, new ways, to fit each new byway. Quick minded, and resilient he'd build, many fascinating and unique causeways. The boy and the ant eventually went away, not happy with how the other lived. They thought the other shortsighted and scorned, at what the other could give. But they went away without realizing, how very similar were their lives. For each would spend their time endeavoring to help others with their drive. But understanding is a harder concept than building a bridge or storing food. It takes a true gift to see the world as others do… The moral to this story is really quite easy for all to see… You can't expect others to live their lives the way you want them to be. Here, each was adding to their different world, only they could see. While one was building for a smaller, singular hive… The other was building for the hive of mankind.
I have my Hubby's steadfast belief in me. He loves how my poems are light and airy. He'll give me an idea once in a while… Then he escapes to come back, later to read my new child. He calls these run-throughs a squirrel run. For they can take off in directions, yes, any one. Crazy thoughts become crazier still… And story time leads to god knows, where they will. My thinking is kind of like chasing around a tree. You never know where the end will be. But somewhere I eventually become truly still. And that is where my Hubby adds into the trill. Then the squirrel run begins again… Light and fluffy and full to the brim. Each day a new adventure... waits around the bend. Live it. Love it. Write it... You'll be happier in the end. Contest: Emotion: Squirrelly and fun CSEastman
I see green people They tell me they come in peace But they are showing me the roots to all evil I see green people They try to disguise their intentions But their actions are so see through I see green people They are the true world leaders There are no free actions or thoughts You do or think what they want you to I see green people They manipulated all of our history So if we were to find the truth It doesn't matter because their is no proof I see green people As their head grow larger I continue to have distant dreams of me being considered a equal I see green people They told me to worship them or die Close my eyes and look through the lies Because without them There is no chance to walk among the Gods I see green people And there is no doubt about it They truly show me the roots to all evil
What you do here, is your job, life, future and health. Without each one of these, there will be no wealth. Apply and learn each day that you live and breathe. Give your all in whatever you do, protect with a sheave. Don't ever think, what you do, is just a plain job. If you let this happen, it is your soul, spirit you rob. What you do makes a difference, in someone's life. What mistakes you make, causes someone strife. So take a new look, at what you do, every day for pay. Take pride, take revelation look, and see life's display. Give thanks for all the work you do, with praise or not. For without you and what you do, everything is for naught.
Never to be challenged would not be expected. One's spirit would truly die, forever being infected. Respect beyond years of age, enhanced by service scored. Each day passing seems I am just a little bit more ignored. Sincerely I see others being from outside welcomed aboard. Persons with only profit for them are welcomed in accord. Exasperated I continue to do my job for no extra reward. Calmness is harder to reorder in my daily extreme restored. Thwarting abounded, stabbing my abilities with a sword.
Skeletal remains are all but left Of a man who lived life bereft, Tho' the warden is never seen He is behind every evil scheme, Guilty is your only logical plea When a sinner is what you'll be, Doing time is nowt but a quest Having failed to pass life's test, Hope is a nightmarish dream Yet changeless if you scream, Solemn tears extinct run dry On death row awaiting to die, Cutoff from reality's torment Of senseless hours misspent, Aghast within the mind's eye Inward visions you can't deny, Entrapped in soulless solitude Inept at altering your mood, Mere existence remains bleak Escape is yesteryear's antique, Rather useless as paying bail For freedom's but a fairy tale, So listen closely as you hear The past wantonly disappear, Youthful ire may start afresh Hidden deep with your flesh, Surely life happens only once For every poor amoral dounce, A lifetime prison is manifest In a dreary deathless quest, Beyond life's one last request If you know not what is best. © Eugene Harvey
Work to eat or eat to work? This is seemed similar to: "Who comes first, the egg or the chick?" I want to work so I can eat I want to eat so I can work There are times I don't eat but I can still work No work no pay, no pay no eat! How could I work if banks have my wealth? Am I working for the banks? Am I enslaved by the banks? Or I am the slave of myself to love the banks? I am looking for real money to buy food Not the fiat money when cut became useless I need silver and gold when burn still holds worth! When I can have it I can eat to work! Thank you capitalism! BAY WM-KL 2:19PM, Saturday 31 March 2012 Neldy Jolo
Fr. Christ said "I am the living bread that came down from heaven... If anyone eats this bread He will live forever Who eats my flesh and drinks my blood has eternal life, abides in Me and I in him" Essential signs of Eucharistic Sacrament are wheat bread and grape wine Communion with the Body and Blood of Fr. Christ increases the communicant's union with the Lord God. Receiving this sacrament strengthens the bonds of charity between the communicant and Fr. Christ It also reinforces the unity of the Church as the mystical Body of Fr. Christ The Church recommends the faithful to receive the Holy Communion at least once a year. Fr. Christ Himself is present in the sacrament of the altar He is to be honored with the worship adoration To visit the Blessed Sacrament is a proof of gratitude Expression of love Duty of adoration toward Fr. Christ, Jesus our Lord Written 09182012
When my son was young and so very, very wild… I loved him dearly for he was my child. But I feared the drugs, alcohol, and friends he did keep. I knew they would destroy him, as I found my Eyes do weep. We found a private High school with new peers to seek. Miraculously, He found his own way back, and to college he did leap. He chose a college and fraternity far away, as my eyes blurred again. But the day he was on his own, became the best that's ever been. His fraternity became his brothers, and advice they dished out. Study time became important, with gentlemanly behavior devout. I'll thank them each, in the leadership and help they all showed. I'll thank my son for growing up, and for becoming who we now know. Community service brought blood drives, and teaching inner city kids. They worked on their fraternity house, reclaiming it from the skids. All parties had designated drivers to take every body home, all right. They gathered clothes for the homeless to brighten up their life. They built Homes For Humanity for to work he was never adverse. Then, to add to the rest, he continued to work to become a nurse. He put himself through college working in a hospital and ambulance. He had learned a reverence for life, happiness, and yes, even patience. My wild, wild son has found purpose in life and peace at long last. And again my eyes do weep… This time with love so vast...
Covetousness or Greed begets In our souls unkindness Dishonesty, deceit And want of Charity or Love
Holding that slender stick in between two fingers Stance of an emperor of a classy empire The curvy wavy smoke in air lingers One cig in hand smartens your attire I remember my first cig puff, How I held its butt between my lips An air of curiosity traveled down my core As a friend lighted for me its tip The lit cigarette brightened my ecstasy And with pride I took my first puff Smoke dint seem finding space inside And I burst out, it made me cough That challenged me to attempt once again This time I felt my smoke-filled chest I was gagged, hooked for a moment It was kind of a head rush… at its best! That whiff of smoke changed everything Nothing seemed at its best without one puff Did it taste that good? Hell No! Then why doesn't puff after puff seem enough? Soon my hands, mouth, clothes smelled the same Seasons didn't matter, time did no harm Every time I rushed to a clandestine zone The moment I received 'quench the flame' alarm! I am not bad, don't hate me It's a compelling force, I can't shun away This addiction should only not invite my grave Be my honest well-wisher, for me pray!
In the cold of the morn with a crisp cloudy day… A flat tire assailed a young girl, as she went on her way. Young and full of life but definitely overwhelmed… She was late for work and her husband had just nearly died. She sat in her car, sniffling, worrying, and crying some wails. She'd never changed a tire, a young husband always there. But hurt he'd become, and in the hospital now remained… It was up to her, suddenly alone, to make things right again. She fretfully tried AAA but the wrong number was wrung… Till Old Granny Goodness appeared with hope, and some fun. She quickly got her out of the car, and found everything there. Explaining what to do, Granny decided to entertain with flair. Together they'd use a spare tire to fix that rickety old car. They figured out the jack and successfully lifted the car. But lug nuts are hard and need strength to unleash… So granny fussed and she bug-tussled but never gave up Till the young girl laughing, knew what she must do herself… Grabbing deep into her courage, she ran into the QT for help. Sure enough, a worker volunteered to help that sweet young thing out. And the lug nuts came off lickety-split with laughter on top. The young man was gracious, and ever so kind and… Yes, he finished the job with his best smile and in record time And of course he helped put everything away, too, you can bet… He even helped Old Granny Goodness up off the ground where she sat. Then with a salute and fare thee well, he went back inside… While Old Granny Goodness, and the girl put air in the tires. By now the girl was the lead in the work as she smiled and laughed… She was empowered; you know… there's nothing wrong with that. Yes, the world was saved as all found their way home, with a wink, at last. Yes, with gratitude, a hug, and a smile… many a way can be found again. Contest:Write me a Happy Poem 10-31-2011 CSEastman
Geisha always smile Because She don't have the money to cry
In the several centuries Before the coming of Christ The Jews in Palestine re-examined Eliminated some of the books From existing collection As not in harmony with the Law of Moses as Of doubtful inspiration The Pharisees set up four criteria Which their sacred Books had to pass In order to be included In the revised Jewish Canon (1) They had to be in harmony with the Pentateuch (Torah or Law) (2) They had to be written before the time of Ezra (3) They had to be written in Hebrew (4) They had to have been written in Palestine
What's Happening to Marriages Today? I was listening to someone just the other day… And I couldn't believe what he had to say! He had left his wife and children for another! She was young enough to be his daughter! Here they were, "in love" and holding hands! Hoping to soon, get their "wedding bands!" They were pretending that this was so "cool." Living now by their own "set of rules!" How sick and disgusting this is getting to be! Is this something that many can't see? God gave us Adam and Eve to become one. To bear fruit through daughters and sons! He gave us marriage as holy vows are made. Not to march in an "adulterous parade!" We are treading on very dangerous ground! Faithfulness and commitment are scarcely found! The very definition of marriage is changing! As the family unit is always rearranging! Our only hope is in Jesus! And him alone! Let's promote his love! Into our hearts and home! Let's allow his love to be our heart's glue! And bring new meaning to the words; "I love you!" May his love bind our hearts and lives together! And remain faithful to each other forever! By Jim Pemberton
Today's world keeps moving at such a fast pace, Is it surprising that life has become nothing more than a rat race. Most days seem to be a struggle to survive, But there really is something more than just nine to five.
You step into the future With every moment that goes by, Your charred and twisted soul Doesn't question why... All earth is yours for taking, No other your equal, can be You see but your bank account, And that's your destiny, Slicing through all human values, As a machete' through the reeds, You litter this sweet world, With your selfish deeds A soul as dark as Hershey's Dark chocolate, I would think The actions that you take, Makes the human race seem to stink, Yes, dear Arnie, You have no conscience at all, You laugh at other people, When they take a fall You cheat your customers, You cheat employees too You are the epitome Of the shame that man can do You left your soul somewhere Surely it is not on this earth, And when you finally die, The angels will give you wide girth How sad to betray those who struggled, To make you such a rich man, So you could laugh as you cheat them, You just don't give a damn So A. H., enjoy your luxurious life Someday you will face a judge, When you pass from this life And St. Peter will not budge, Allowing you no entrance inside, The devil will call for you For payment time has come, And it's so very overdue.
Please... My and mines' next meal awaits My sons school fees awaits My youngest daughters' shoes await My nieces' dress awaits My mothers' medication awaits My mud huts' repairs await The winter blankets await And so does the winter coal Rosies' next instalment awaits... Get me to work, I have to be there by eight.
Cutting Cheese There once was a bureaucrat Whose body made sounds where he sat It would be underhanded Were he reprimanded Without a complete list of stats So his supervisor kept up a log Of each time he let out a fog It's not really my fault He said I can't halt I've a medical skewed apologue But with 60 blasts all written down In 17 days, the guy found The charges would stick He must do something quick To end his rear end making sound The Social Security Administration Has certainly added to my consternation They recorded each stink Which just makes me think They have set the low bar for this nation So I beg you please If you must cut the cheese Don't cut the cheese while at work For the unions have rules Gave your bosses the tools To publically call out your quirk Another true story I learned about on the web
I bid Adieu! To the time I first entered your premises and felt the warmth around To those positive vibes I had, those vibes so profound To all that belongs to you, to the entire cast and crew I bid Adieu To the dawn of my career in your company To the very first project handled by me To the first 'WOW' I received from you I bid Adieu! To my first combat with your people on the floor To all those bittersweet memories kept in store To your care for me and my care for you I bid Adieu! To the tea break, lunch break and all time meant for gossip's sake To those pizzas, coffee mugs and birthday cakes To a blissful home turned into merciless zoo I bid Adieu To those memories on the floor I shared with my guy To some of those making me smile and some making me cry To the lovely time when my heart concocted the brew I bid Adieu! To the time sincere tears rolled down my eyes To every place where the lingering sound of my laughter lies To all my people under your roof, left anyways so few I bid Adieu!
Stiff joints, Tired to the bone, For mere coins, I work all alone, Rough hewn hands, Tarnished by labor, While times slipping sands, ... Erode this old trader, Get a little ahead, Then quickly fall behind, What more can be said, Abound trudging this old grind, I give all I can, They take more away, Until left in my hand, Is less than yesterday, How can this be, How can I survive, When all I can see, Is barely staying alive, There's no promise for me, No hope of retiring, There's no future I see, Except one of perspiring, Where is the hope, When this road is endless, How can I cope, When I am left defenseless, No dreams can I see, No prayers answered today, But I work endlessly, To find a way one day, To find answers, Answers to my prayers, Where hope finally swears, To live up to my cares, And hope blooms, From the hopeless life, Which fills this room, Bringing me such strife, And should this prayer, Be answered by God, I know that I'll swear, To give him all I've got, But I know this is just, A passing dream of mine, And I will do what I must, To keep towing the line, And I know the Lord, Has others with greater needs, So he can not afford, The time to fool with me, An old salty soul, Who is truly lost and sad, But this is my role, And it really isn't all that bad... by My Gull Wheels On a.k.a. Michael Wilson
You think you might be in love. You think he/her might be in love with you. You think about a lot of things. Do you really know those things? You think a lot, you worry a lot. But do you really HAVE to think or worry about those things? Or do you WAN'T to think or worry about those things? Now that there is something to think about. *please leave a comment if you like it or fav poem if you might* -Angel4eva23
Introduction: Even if you're tied to barely holding on, your control over will power shall pull you up towards the truth and success. But only if you believe up to all, that it's stronger than what you could be - that's when you balance the fall... You may get old Your memories may drown, But your soul won't get cold And beliefs won't breakdown. Just don't you let go As you never know, Things you seek for all your years They could be in your back yard. Find the truth within the lies, Fight your pride to end this cry, Trust your soul; open the door Balance yourself and roll the stones. The one's you heart will always stay So don't throw life out your doorway, Life's too short and it's too real Sometimes it's hard to see and feel That's how you live a life, The risk that breaks you down to bits Saves and brings you back alive, That's what we call the gift of life. No matter how rough things might get We get rewards for the risks we take, No matter how hard or sad Learn and value what you have. Though, too much pride will leave you dried Don't let 'hopeless', be your life's stride, None of this will you take to grave, Your deeds will lay, only your pave. As you breathe in and do breathe out, Make each one profound And stand your ground, As lies are just the fantasy, The truth - is your ecstasy And this will forever be plain to see...
My dad always told me, Your attitude determines your altitude, How high will you go? My answer then was I don't know. My mom always stated, Do your best and the rest will be handled, And don't let people burn you like a candle. Those statements were a hard pill to swallow. Especially when our day to day lives often Cause us to encounter beings whose hearts are hollow. Whether it is positive or negative, Your attitude is a true description of you. Your actions speak louder than words. People are people so what should it be? You and I should get along not terribly, But work together in harmony. My mom and dad were right. Just because someone may deliberately hurt you, You can't always come back with a fight. That person may be doing that in spite, Because they wish they were you, And to himself, he is being untrue. Now I know where I'm going, To altitudes of extreme positive magnitudes, To places I have never seen, And doing things that I never dreamed, That I would do. It's not easy to let go of things of the past. That may have shifted you to a magnitude of negative. You have to add that the situation did not cause death. Let it go, in other words, subtract it, and it will be handled So you will not be burned like a candle. Your attitude is a true description of you. Your actions speak louder than words. People are people so what should it be? You and I should get along not terribly, But work together in harmony.
You think Christ is not hurt With loving what you thought is Christ Loving Christ is being in His true Church In Catholic or Roman Catholic you are not condemned but saved In His Church Ask R.C.I.A. Rite of Christian Initiation for Adults Is like a college Religion class You will learn the truth In other man-made religion bible are lies What you're reading is really the true Church Not your own It's like a blind Leading another blind They would both fall in hell of fire It is not the minister's fault Your own, rather take them with you Both of you learn the truth For every man they can be a deacon Bishop and Priest are not with a wife For Jesus Christ is a High Priest Great Prophet Only Son of the most High The Redeemer In RCIA, you will receive 3 important Sacraments Baptism Confirmation and Holy Eucharist or the Body of Christ We want God to be pleased with us Eternal Father told the people To Listen only to the Messiah and The One I sent What are these Christ like churches? Non Catholic churches? People in there are already condemned Being in Catholic or Roman Catholic, you are saved
before labor unions came into existence businesses were run like monarchies where those in positions of power treated the workers atrociously no sick days, no overtime, no vactions and no minimum wage and some work place conditions were worse than an animal's cage but throught the grace of God and American ingenuity the laborers joined together and the unions came to be organized for the advancement of the shared interest of the work force a confederation of laborers who at one time had no recourse fired without cause, no work injury compensation and hardly a lunch hour but with the labor unions now in place the workers have a measure of power bargaining for health insurance and decent salaries negotiating for better conditions and job security thank God for the unions as collectively we band one for all and all for one, united we now stand
Lifeless hiring centers look upon papers and not people Hated for not having a coin, who you are is ignored. Your family hates you for being poor rather than loving who you are. The soul despised society does oppress. People's eyes blinded by greed does bind them in endless slavery.
He never gets his justification, The system is corrupt. No helping hands or resuscitation, The system is backwards. He never gets a break; no luck, The system is broken. Like leaches, all they do is suck, The system is damaged. It seems he only lives to work and die, The system is rigged. The good always suffer because it's all a lie, The system is useless. It leaves him in the dark; a broken man, The system is worthless. He's not alone; we'll do what we can, The system is defeated.
Envy begets in the soul a want of charity for our neighbor Produces a spirit of detraction Backbiting and Slander 11272011
How do the girls talk, of boys in the bushes and stones in their pockets How do the boys stalk, to thinking that girls are dreaming of nothing but lockets, for keeping inescapable kisses trapped in a hope And why do the ladies say, that helpless are husbands when wells run dry And why do the men cry, though tough as the night, when the daylight dims the eye till work is rest and boredom besets… Like it's given to be Just a fall, just blood blotting from a scrape on the knee So watch it go brown And watch it go down To rise like a star, a little forgotten scar in the memory I heard the lonely yell, "I once was quiet, and I had a truth, but nothing means nothing when something breaks in the laugh!" You can't change in the traffic lights, you can't change a tune or even a melody without breaking a song So I'll get it wrong and she'll see me naked as naked can be Lit by the sun in the contempt of modern antiquities Like it's given to be Just a fall, just blood blotting from a scrape on the knee So watch it go brown And watch it go down To rise like a star, a little forgotten scar in the memory Now how would you say, dappled in ideas That ruins aren't buried under buildings so tall And now how would you say, given the seas You can't wash the sin from the salt in your mouth, you call... "That's it's given to be for you and not me, to rise like a star, with little forgotten scars in your memory."
O to my generation What happen to the days of imagination, when did we get so lazy? I give it to us we address the problems of bullying small kids, fat kids, poor kids black and yellow and brown kids and the disable. Most of the cruelties from our parents' generation. It's ok to be gay it's ok to have your happiness at the expense of forgetting integrity. We run to our mother who raised us television was her name. NBC, CBS, ABC, MTV and, FOX taught us how to be .Tupac, and Biggie smalls, Foo fighters, Green day. Weezer .gave voice to our pain. We are the lost generation of the decline .Although I believe in women's rights .That day in the 1960 s when our mothers went to work our family died .Daddy no longer knew how to be the leader .So divorce came. in to our house. Step families came into place. Our fathers were so hurt from our mother going to work they never recovered .They just made more mothers and less families. No girls knows how to become a woman so she watched movies in 90201 and Yo MTV raps told her how to dress prime time TV told her what boys wanted .Seventeen magazine and Elle and vogue taught her to be everything the roaming boys needed before they became the carbon copies of their roaming fathers . Selfish parents give way to selfish children .But there selfish children take it one step further .With their TV dreams .Raise by our mother cable. Everybody wants to be famous. Our boys want fast cars and even faster women going from one bed to the next .showing the original mothers that they moved on from the original abandonment. Selfish girls strike back by showing men not only do they not need them to survive but they can be better providers and live life not only to obtain but master what men only attain thru their gender rights . Everyone becomes so out sorts they need chemicals to function .With the abandonment of the original mother .They coat there fillings and cocaine and weed and dampen there view of life with alcohol. .We are the generation of the angry seed. We overcame injustice of acknowledgements .But in the end we lost our family. Now the angry boys are angry men .They strike back at the original, mother in make baby mothers pre-made broken families .The girls sell their happiness to the highest bidder. So the madness has over taken us so much that our imaginations die. we reality TV ourselves because we wish our real life wasn't .We try to get off the chemicals in give ourselves a second chance .We go on journeys to find the love of the mother who went to work in the sixties. Until then we jacks ass ,catfish, keep up with girls who have sex on camera to become our heroes .We bad girls club ,Basketball wives ,ourselves ,shave our heads ,snort our troubles ,and smoke ourselves until she comes back in say mommy's home in daddy can lead us again. Seven 26
I was 5 years old when I first stepped onto this land of the free America, the place that I heard was the best place to be To live a better life to become better beings To chase the American Dream to provide for our family, the finer things The world tells us wealth and power is the number one But is that what really provides us the happiness at the end of our run? What really is the American Dream? Tainted by our materialistic desires, we believe that worldly success transfers into content But will we really forever be at peace with just these tangibles present? To achieve this American Dream means long hours at work away from our families and friends To hear everyday, "Daddy, will you be able to make my recital?" Or, "Honey, come home early today. Please." To buy the family hundred dollar Nikes and thousand dollar Louis Vuittons But to have lost the word, "family" in its entirety No, this isn't my American Dream The media tells us, Just Do It, and we're all individuals but we're all part of a movement Pressured by the media to buy what we can't and to be who we aren't In a world of rich be rich and poor be poor, We can never be content with just the objects of this world. True moments of happiness occur between family and friends To gain all of the world's objects is in no comparison to the bond that a family holds To continue this spiritual value against the tangibles that will one day no longer be To earn self-confidence in the goodness of the future generation For this is my American Dream.
Rondelet: Be Charitable Be charitable Employer of rich paper waste Be charitable Statistics make high-ups noble Pulp industry makes rich thick paste More you give the more the distaste Be charitable (c) T. Wignesan - Paris, 2012
The Greatest Commandments You should love the Lord your (true) God with all your heart all your soul All your mind with all your strength You should love your neighbor as yourself The Ten Commandments "Believe in the true God" "Reverence in God's Name" "Love the Lord's Day" (Sunday) "Strengthen your family" "Promote the Culture of Life" "Marital Fidelity (Faithfulness)" "Not Steal Act Justly" "Tell the Truth" "Practice of Purity of Heart" "Embrace Poverty of Spirit" He, (Jesus Christ) appointed "Whoever listens to you listens to me Whoever rejects you rejects me And whoever rejects me rejects the one who sent me" (Lk. 10:16) Reference: "United States Catholic Catechism for Adults ©2006
The difference in the Catholic Protestant Bibles arose in the following manner The jews living in the few centuries before Christ Were divided into two groups The Jews dwelling in Palestine, speaking Hebrew And the large number of Jews scattered Throughout the Roman Empire, speaking the Greek language Consequence of the conquest of Alexander the Great of Greece
I wandered around for years in odds and ends not knowing what to do with myself unchartered territory just waiting for me to discover undecided in which way to go open road to freedom impulsive escape driven by extremes in nature erratic in behavior in the spur of the moment running away from the mundane routine of existence. A change of pace from everyday rat race always in a hurry to get ahead on the highway of life searching for a new scenic route through small towns and quaint little shops worth exploring along side streets with windows rolled down music blasting out loud enjoying the view of the countryside a smile on my face feeling free from the city lights of shades drawn in boredom.
I make my checklist And begin Words and lyrics don't blend but Numbers Concise, not deris{ive} Begun thinking again. Stop. Classical music; diction-less connotation. The history bar grows longer but the checklist never shorted The train is going in circles and my mind is a bowl of alphabet soup.
The People we don't want to know. From pay check to pay check many working class people have two jobs, then it all dries up and there is no work and manual labourers are called work shy…. I knew a woman with three jobs she was tired coming home, yet boiled potatoes and fried fish for her children before falling asleep, coughing a lot. She had tuberculosis and sent to a sanatorium, and the children sent to foster homes. Her illness caused by unhygienic home, people from the social services said. No one asked why a woman should hold down three jobs to fed her children and no one said she was a "deserving" poor whatever this word means. This inequity will go on till we understand poverty is not a choice but a mishap of birth, few escape, those who do will always carry the dishonour, the mark of Cain, by being more hateful of poverty and branding the poor lazy. As the average actor who got a role in a film that made him famed, his hate his own class, poor himself once, reveals his fear of slipping back to poverty again; he harms his flesh and blood in an attempt to get rid of his own stench of privation. But the Haves can smell an imposter, but they do like money so perhaps his daughter will make it to the ball.
19th april 2012 By Sashi.Prabhu(ZEAUOXIAN). I just can't win, And when i get very close to win ............ They gasp to search and find where lies my secrets dark, I am not handsome or dashing akin some fashion model all sharp. When I start to tell them stuff they are not aware of, they think I fib, Muster they will all their will to put me down and just not crib. I just can't win When I tell to them it's within my reach and I can do, All they will is to scheme and get me from it as far away as Xanadu. When I enter a room as cool as can be, They lower their voices and their scheming eyes avoid me. I just can't win As I work upon my chore some error which I do, they chuckle to see, They swarm then around me like a hive of savage bee. I always tell them that it's the fire in my eye and the passion in my heart, Progressive push in my thoughts and joys to my nimble feet brought. I just can't win I just can't win Women have wondered what they see in me, They try so hard but my inner mystery they cannot see. When I try to show them what's inside me, They all say in unison they just can't see. Don't know if you will understand why my head is held so high above, I push and drive to get my work done and goals met anyhow. But I just can't win The softness in my heart and the bend of my hair, They have exploited and I all I need now is to care, …. Care I will surely from now on, My resolve to be firm is now far from gone…. I dont care if I can't win. I've heard that the war is not right, Because it's only broken relationships that are left. Don't choke and suffocate on holding it within you, I've learnt the universal words that are true "Don't hold on to what you want" and you, Let go and it comes right back and sticks like glue. Wrong choices in life by them, Get you to the places meant for the "gem". But am saddened now that their hearts now, Pass through desolate and lonely street they sow, To "resentment alley" is the place they will all go…….. With them losing my heart would be happy because "I just can't win"
I passed on the street I lived once, and saw the shame Of history. The promise claimed by a second chance Of hard work and misery, devastated by brinksters' game: A stealth control of economy. Here a little light that lanced The pupil of the eyes, pierced like a dagger in the heart Here my house stood foreclosed. And on the wind the word Was blame: we bought what we could not afford, Now the people are victims twice, and we Saddled with blame, find here no place for mercy. A bitter gall of clever lies tearing us once more apart Only the serpent streams here, the grim grass grave heart Where giant trees suck water from the empty soil, and make Great canopies, but we find no rest. For in these branches The same snake drives little birds from their nest. Take A picture here, where Eden turns to wilderness; traunches Of golden sunlight poured upon dead bush and leaves Look not for the medicinal herbs choked by barren trees, No sprinkler runs, no pompous cougar fawns, truth grieves Alone. The wasting rich pay less and gets more; he pleas For more where the poor sweats still. A house to live Is now conceived above our due deserve and means. O buildings gaped your swinging doors, for pensive Blows the wind: I pray this debt forgive, let creditor cleans The slate for all, so from a level field we start again. The house was honest sweat, and love's fair dream The deal they sold me was just a rotten scheme For ambition shackled us with an existential chain And we are left with nothing now but promises vain And the tongue of politics whipping our backs again Yet in this foreclosure's spate we only ask to work now There is no milk to come by killing us, the economy's cow O let there be compassion where greed betrayed good men Or the shadow that falls on barren walls will bring a bitter end.
Do We Have An Example? Do we have an example of those who aren't afraid to say… "I'm going to bow my head to the Lord and pray." Do we have an example of those with a like mind? To be respectful, courteous and kind? Do we have an example of those who'll take a stand? Against the tide of evil all throughout this land? Do we have an example? Just one person? Who'll live by the Bible… And apply it's lessons? Do we have an example of those to teach the younger generation… Living for God will give us a solid foundation? Do we have an example? Anyone to be found? Who'll spread the gospel to every city and town? Do we have an example? Can we look to YOU? Who'll try to live the way Jesus wants us to? Can we find an example? With the courage to live? Being Christ example with the power to FORGIVE! Can we find an example? Let me make this point. There's Jesus! And he will NEVER disappoint! Can we trust this example? Most assuredly YES! In HIM can you find a security, a peace and a REST! Will you be an example? And give your life to him? And experience what it means to be "born again!" His example of love can be yours and mine… Won't you give HIM a chance? While there's still time? By Jim Pemberton 08/08/11
The time the books of the New Testament were written Many other pious stories Legends relating to Christ And His times were also widely circulated As a result In the early centuries of the Church There was some confusion and doubt to which books are inspired And biblical and which are not As far as known It was the Council Hippo in A.D. 393 First determined which books were inspired And were to be included in the bible canon In every respect identical with the canon of the Council of Trent Subsequent Councils confirmed this decision and the Council of Trent in 1546 Formally canonized all the traditional books of the Bible These books comprise to believe that all passages of all books are equally inspired
Time's pages are turning; folks are churning A better butter, worth bread's hard earning Its unmistaken; bacon is burning In thin, cheap, tin pans but we're all learning Somehow, minimum wage is "all the rage" Scavenge or squander, for this is the age The century turns and the mass discerns That our taxes smoke and our money burns Hard work for many, enjoyment for few Makes us unseen; faded! A weak, frail blue Of collars while we passively earn our dollars Of greens dimmer than wind's grimmer hollers Don't stutter in the street, fluttering fleet! Ban that bullying bureau thunder beat And drum for the sum of a good , fair share And a sequel of equal value and flair
years of writing and learning working guts spilled heart ripped out torn to holes stabbing myself open and spreading myself thin learning this about that thing this thing about that stuff computer whizz i am not but one comes along and i am forever lost in the shuffle of the game playing with myself solitaire with levels puzzles with destinations to surf the web to give my writing a new purpose lead you here to find where else for you to go to find the next puzzle to ponder and meaning of it all as if I'm some genius unfinished puzzle I've been shut down and how do i explain this to my children walking in my crutches who cannot afford to be read one more time as i whine in the midst of my goose chase of level three leading you back to level one and my space is just a place to look for something to do top point at the famous players and how i got my foot in the door and how they know me one day and I'm not shy to get my attention whether I'm good or not i have something to say we are a community and I'm here for the life of fun and games I'm here for the utopia why does it have to be like a bully ruled school yard of conviction where no one knows who they think they are and no one is worrying about who questions anybody and laugh at estimations of underestimating thew jobs we never apply for fingers pointing over here and over there and nothing left to lose so was it worth it when now i cant sign in due to scandal i cant fix any perfected mistakes due to friends who know pass codes that affect me still tight lips are sinking my ship and the truth be told the police wont get involved just thought you should know I'm in the Center of nothing spiraling out to place to find if i can be where none will ever go a journal of the one who was everything written of emotion from gods joke to inspiration to writers and communicating generation gaps and now its all lost because of hate crimes we cant solve and peoples paranoias of technology and phishing scams cant sell my work anymore or access my pay pal years of work not backed up lumpy lessons served with lemon aid just go surf and see the game do the pieces fit of the head strong ahead of his timer terrified false prophet goose chase inter net hacked shut down? something to think about for you!!
The stagnate machine planted firmly, rusted gears laboring to drudge along. It does not function properly anymore; it has become obsolete. The workers no longer need the machine to live their lives. They can design a new system, built upon self-sustaining values. It once labored greatly to support its work force. The machine now hinders the lives of the workers. The workers grew so reliant upon the machine they thought they had become part of it, cogs in the system. Now they realize more and more each day, that not only are their lives separate from the machine, without it they are more able to focus on the fundamental values of life.
We are independent with people on earth Our mortal angels are always there to assist us But, we can never be independent in everything God is our everything 12132011
I MYSELF AM CONVINCED ABOUT YOU MY BROTHERS THAT YOU YOURSELVES ARE FULL OF GOODNESS 15:14 THE APOSTLE PAUL had not met the Christians in Rome when he wrote to them He must have been aware that they Like all people Had their faults and committed sins Yet he says he knows there is goodness in them Paul was a positive-minded missionary That is one reason why he was so successful We can choose to be faultfinding Cynical And berating of others by highlighting their faults Like Paul, we can seek to find some goodness in them I often recall the advice of the famous spiritual teacher St. Francis de Sales "If you must err, err on the side of gentleness" I have not met most of you who are reading this But I believe you are striving to excel in holiness Continue your efforts Do not become discouraged For I am convinced there much goodness in you Readings and Gospel Romans 15:14-21 Psalm 98:1-4 Luke 16:1-8
The loo enters during summers, The chill penetrates in the winters The ceiling leaks during monsoons, The mosquitoes sting like harpoons Came to the city with many dreams From the lands of plains, valleys & streams Came to the city, to earn a living, with wishes The mirage of untold, unforeseen riches (The City) Pulled them into its greedy claws, Hiding it's own weaknesses, it's flaws What have they become here, now? Forced to make their heads bow, As a driver, sweeper or domestic help Confined to their lowly class, like a slave's whelp Ridiculed, raped, beaten, manipulated Was it in their fate, to be cheated? Were they not happy, in their valleys, their farms? What drove them to the city, in great swarms? Will they ever go back, escape? Or will the city life forever hold them agape?
I had a long, peaceful sleep last night, didn't attempt to take a single bite; hurriedly, I descend the steepest stairs... to greet the coolest friend with braids! It's wonderful to say, " Good morning!" to anyone you happen to meet along the busy street or avenue, or whoever you bump into; it's the grooviest greeting, that can be so pleasing! I've gotten back from work and taken off my black leather boots, so glad I made home safely listening to some sweet tunes; surely Delilah can pick the right song for the loneliest lover, her radio show is flooded with requests from fans near and far! " Good morning " are the nicest words that can make somebody's day less moody; say them aloud with the sweetness and thrill of your favorite disc jockey, who over the radio station waves kindly asks who is calling... then shouldn't you hum that delightful song while you're walking? And as you rush to your destination, shout with joy the grooviest greeting that people are anxious to hear by starting their day with your, " Good morning! "
There was a time when I felt so lonely and forsaken. Everything I had was either gone or taken. I lost all hope and had no place to stay. Just trying to get through another day. I thought that drugs would give me what I needed. The "danger signs" in life, I no longer heeded. I soon learned about "joints" and "tricks." All I lived for, was to get "another fix." I felt no right or wrong, no guilt or shame. Then one night an "angel of mercy" called my name. "Jesus loves you" were whispered into my ear. Without help-I knew—death was so near! This "angel" gave me a place to rest my head. He seen that I was clothed, bathed, and fed. His words were filled with a message of hope. I soon gave up all of my drugs and dope. This "angel of God" gave me an invitation. And soon I received God's wonderful salvation. I traded my "ashes"for God's mercy and grace. I now have joy in my heart & a smile on my face. God's love can do what no drugs could ever do! He's here right now... He is waiting for YOU!! By Jim Pemberton 2007
who are these people? where did they come from? they seem so primitive. so, incapable. primitive humans without a foundation of language I feel were smarter and more able then these people. these years of technological advancement, and inventions, have made the mass population stupid, and incompetent. washing machines, dishwashers, the T.V, microwaves, plus.... hollywood magazines, fashion, consumerism and advertisements, whats in, whos out, materials, greed, toxic governments and polluted political powers, the building of nations through controlled influences and exposure music, media, movies and more the conditioning of the human population, to be drones, to be mindless chickens who flock together only because they are afraid, to be zombies who fall in line without question, to be puppets, to be individually stripped of all human rights to create and condition organic emotional humans into dull mechanical robotical children that do what they're told, programmed to be obedient like computer software was surgically inserted into the brains of infants at birth, to be tracked, geographically speaking and to be numbered for identification purposes within the system the system that collects our information, our bank statements, our internet passwords, our logins, our logouts our emails, our instant messages, our cell phone conversations, our work hours, our credit rating, our mortgage. its already happening. microchips being implanted under the skin of babys its no wonder this world has gone crazy, mad, insane, ludacris.
The right of every man to follow his conscience In choosing and practicing his religion Acknowledgement of religions are not saying That all religions are equal or equally true 11302011
Lately, I have noticed a very disturbing trend. Many people wish for their life to end! There are many circumstances that bring this about. Many feel "trapped in," and think "there's no way out!" I admit,... I have been very discouraging thoughts. Sometimes, wondering, if I was dealt "the wrong lot." But just when I feel alone and trapped within. I think about Jesus! He's always been my friend! I've called to him more than a time or two... When I didn't know "what I was going to d." When, to him, I cried out and pleaded... He's given to me the hope and direction I needed! I recommend this same Jesus to your life today! Whatever your problem... He has made a way! An abundant assurance Is what Jesusbrings! He is an awesome God! And can take care of everything! Your problems are never too big or small for him to take control. He can bring healing to you! And make your body whole! He is what's needed! In this lost and dying generation! Won't you accept his mercy and salvation??? By Jim Pemberton 2012
The foster father and guardian is St. Joseph The husband of Blessed Virgin Mary The natures of our Lord Jesus Christ are True God and True Man 11282011
A verbal warning this day of redundancy, an end to Twenty-four years of hard graft, releases doleful innuendoes from those safe, left on the staff. Each dawn! That initiates, now leaves the sound of silence ringing, in one's dependable mind, each journey down "Everglade" strange, empty and wry, now the dignity of retirement, fade from an unveiling sky. Yet! Upon this February day, the puppeteer of Vevey reaches out to the land of the "Long White Cloud" Weaving his website of hideous agenda, strategically infiltrating the very soul of simplicity, when lifting of the corporate shroud, upon an ethical unswerving crowd. His disciples cynically well versed, a subtle way his empire constructed, the turning of the Sabre of injustice within the wound. His greed insatiable. Shop floor loyalty marooned! Oh! Nested bird, pretender of family values, branded power taken from long ago sincere ways, who's personified voice, continually heard on mountain peaks, within the valley, around the bays. Yet! This minute, many lives, especially those belonging to us "The Clown" Have seen in lieu, better days. Alas! Time does surrender each day the scaffold unfold, hour upon hour, one assumes a condemned man's threshold. As the final moment approaches, the noose of disparage set, posthaste! The "Vevey Executioner" gets rid of his industrial waste!!! Copyright 2010 Harry J Horsman
87 87 CharlaXFabels StudentLimbo Fantasy There is a student living on the SIXTH floor of the lieberry because the computer will not let him use it and he can never find a seat even if the place is still half empty. He starts near the doorway in the lower deck of the student only area of the information commons (yes it's still open to the public but no one ever sits there) then he walks up threw the main part where all the students sit and copy parts of pictures with some text all meant to be some grand and glorious cosmic joke for they seem to be working for the printers ink for the printer just to work just to go on printing one more grand and glorious joke. He skips the second floor where there is sabios and goes up to the eterminals then he stays a while and droll he is thinking he may play a game an actual computor game but no no one gets up no one leaves the area he lurches up the stairs now on a dead run moving quickly past the remains of the few sabio left that work for searching books no internet throwing up on the outdoor rug as he nears the sixth floor stop. He lost his mind in 1963 using LDS drugs and playing with his own autonomy he leaves this world in agony as he sits upon the roof of the Hayden lieberry he looks down at the canopy covering the awning of the entrance and he contemplates a jump but he is way too chicken now for lunch he eats his heart.
The earthly worldly beauty creation- All started with a blunt explosion; Came from the 'Heaven' the life sustaining precipitation, God made the earth with a peaceful notion . But the dream is flouted by present 'Times'- The devastating weapons are being made by 'nines'- Like a sweelling river during flood, are incresing today's crimes- All these are a great threat to the worldly fines. Peace is the need of the hour, Disturbances are filling the bower- Crimes are rising like unseen towers, Oh! God protect us with your blessing's shower. USA, Russia, Iraq, Afganistan, India, China, Iran and Pakistan, All are busy fighting with guns, Millions are losing their near and dear one's; And it would soon blacken the golden gleam of the sun. Stop the fight ! Stop the fight! Nations stop showing youer individual might; Do not let the bird of peace out of sight; Dawn upon mind the peaceful light; Come down from the rivalry height' Stop the fight ! Stop the fight!
… WHAT YOUR CHILDREN MIGHT BE PRESERVED UNHARMED WISDOM 19:5 MY FATHER'S FAMILY left Russia in 1917 At the urging of their parish priest "If you want to keep your children safe in the faith Go to America!" German-Speaking Russians Soon afterward their 13 year old daughter Margaret had been raised in the Church The Family continued to trust in God Today we honor St. Josaphat, patron of the Ukraine He was a man who loved his country Loved his Church even more Speaking courageously about unity with Rome at a time of schism and division His bold stand eventually cost him his life St. Josaphat Like Margaret's family, reminds us That trust in God Is the only source of true safety Readings Gospel Wisdom 18:14-16; 19:6-9 * Psalm 10:2-3, 36-37, 42-43 Luke 18:1-8
From Pentecost forward Church always taught the necessity Being formally incorporated to Church St. Peter, the first pope Told good Jews, they needed To be added to Church to be saved These devout Jews Were practicing the true religion St. Peter under the influence of the Holy Spirit Informed them they needed to believe in Christ Be baptized into His Catholic Church for salvation Those who would not heed this teaching Were not added to their number Those who were being saved Jacqueline 11262011
The Bible contains 72 books (Or 73 depending whether Lamentations listed as a separate book Not as a part of Jeremiah) Varying length from a few hundred words to many thousands Together, these books comprise the official list or canon of the Bible These books 45 were written before Christ Called the Old Testament The other 27 books Were written after the time of Christ Called the books of the New Testament
Sixty measly quid To last me a whole week A victim of Broken Britain My misery's at its peak Stripped of my dignity Powers on the wane Surviving on frozen fish fingers The giro's run out again Three quid on that lousy nag No sweeties for the wean My 4-1 shot pipped at the post The giro's run out again Resistance is futile Who listens when we complain? No manifesto for the masses The giro's run out again In the bleak midwinter British Gas pile on the pain Prices up by 18 per cent The giro's run out again Suicide seems the only way out As I walk home in the rain When will this misery ever end? The giro's run out again
oh, so you call me filthy rich, blame me for your fate in the ditch, and then you tell me to detour for the sake of you, lazy poor from all the paths of cruel greed and hand to you your every need, that I must practice charity, that mercy be my cup of tea; but, why should I take care of you? I've toiled so hard, I've earned my due, while you sit, spit and waste your time telling folks I stole your last dime, how dare you, lousy lazybones claim as yours what I truly own, only by the sweat of my brow I've become truly rich, that's how; and then you talk of human rights while you just live as parasites, sucking hard on society's guilt, playing victims up to the hilt, thriving well on hypocrisy, your vices have no secrecy, why don't you live within your means and work real hard behind the scenes? don't scream about equality, life's unfair, that's reality, just do the very best you can to truly be a working man, productive work and mind, said Marx, beget the humanizing sparks, self-worth and self-respect, said Rand, can make this place a better land!
The name Christ signifies Messias The Great Prophet High Priest and King of the New Law anointed as a man with the fullness of divine power
Love, Joy, Peace Patience, Kindness, Goodness, Faithfulness Gentleness and Self Control Gal 5:22-23
Your lawyer can really seem so damned brilliant as your courtroom knight so witty, so valiant; you'd think he can pull rabbits out of straw hats or forge a true truce among your dogs and cats. If you lose your case, he'll say the judge's been bribed, if you win, he'll tell you he kept you alive so you want to show how grateful you can be, but, hey, wait till you see your attorney's fee!
So you say you cannot be caught when you do things that are immoral or lawfully wrong Even when performers are on stage, ask Ashley even they get caught when they lip synch their songs So no one is really perfect in any way Every dog has it's day After they sin, the next moment they are asking for forgiveness on bended knees Fish do drown and Monkeys do fall from trees Just for example I watch a car pass me and down the road they are pulled over for speeding Companies brag about how well they manage their people, come on Cintas, that is so misleading Sometimes it is best not to say what is on your mind You may hurt someone you care about and bread that thin threaded line They say you can't please everyone, so who do you please Fish do drown and Monkeys do fall from trees Now you are at work and are hiding because you stayed out past your work curfew How selfish, the only one you care about is you You know where to go to catch some Z's Some time you will realize that Fish do drown and Monkeys do fall from trees
Take it to heart when someone says, " Hard work is honest living! " My ma used to say it in a convincing voice, when we gathered around the table for many delicious meals; and we couldn't start eating before saying, " Grace "... " My children, God gave this to us, and must be always thankful that He provides for us! " " Hard work is honest living ", I won't forget this proverb so rooted in truth... as I go through life with each blessing; if we forget to thank God, all our days, we deliberately ignore the wonderful gift given to us through His kindness! Lift up your praying eyes, and see what's worth; simply make that commitment! And remember that everything we have received so far, was the persistent prayers of a firm believer like ma! Very few people believe in these words, " Hard work is honest living! " They like getting paid for something, which was done by somebody who had a different set of beliefs, and that credit they didn't deserve, because not even an ounce of sweat perspired from their cool skin by not using their hands! Be glad to perform your job with full honesty; every dollar you'll earn, will make you proud! Unfold your banner, you fearless laborer; there's no shame in doing odd jobs: your head must be held high and your righteous heart must rejoice before God for your integrity! Your children will pick up your yoke and carry on that tradition, so that no farmer and carpenter would feel inferior; and where would their food come from? And how their house would be built without the strength of the builder? Think quickly: laziness makes the idle mind depend on someone else; look around yourself, which one prospers: the lazy one or the hard-working one? Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
Jesus Christ is one in 3 Divine Persons God the Father God the Son and God the Holy Spirit (Ghost) 11282011
Sometimes you make me feel special, And sometimes like a failer, However, I keep being with you cause I love you, And care about you no matter the faults, Or friendship has been strong, For so long that I feel this could be true. Never give up on the one sure thing you have, Because if you do, You may regret it later, For time always brings back memories of your past, And your forgotten loves, Make you wonder why it didn't happen, Or what could have been, And if it could have been better. Always put your heart and soul into each relationship, And make it work at any cost, Because if you don't you may make them a past relationship, Without trying too, Even with all their faults and all the hard times, Always look past the bad, And work past the rough roads, Because if you don't someone always gets hurt, And remains blue.
The second part of the complete bible It contains the specifically Christian Texts Namely the Gospels, the Acts of the apostles Fourteen letter written by Paul, Seven Catholic letters and Revelation 11302011
Have you ever heard the birds? Composing music on the trees Or listened to the rains In a cold evening with breeze. Time is short, Don't run so fast, Life is not going to last. Have you told your parents? That you will meet them tomorrow, And in the busy days of work, Forgot them and didn't see their sorrow. Time is short, Don't run so fast, Life is not going to last. Have you let a friendship die? Simply because you have not time to say "Hi", Or someone asked you "How are you", And you didn't find time to reply. Time is short, Don't run so fast, Life is not going to last. Have you ever checked your mail? And found an old friend there, But in the haste of reaching somewhere, Didn't reply and failed to care. Time is short, Don't run so fast, Life is not going to last. Have you ever promised someone? And forgot about it in hurry, And didn't find time to apologize, And got up next day with a new worry. Time is short, Don't run so fast, Life is not going to last. Did you ever feel the morning bliss? And felt like your day is made, Or simply went to office as usual, And slogged there for getting paid. Time is short, Don't run so fast, Life is not going to last. Did you ever take a day off? From your daily chores to rest, Or simply went on running each day, As though you are on a quest. Time is short, Don't run so fast, Life is not going to last. How far will you go my friend? Every road here has an end, So better halt now and look around, And try to hear your hearts sound. Stop running now, Before you tell yourself, Life has ended, I don't know how.
In the Sacrament of the altar Lord meets us Men and women created in God's image and likeness Becomes our companion along the way In this sacrament The Lord becomes food for us Satisfy our hunger for truth and freedom Christ becomes for us the food of truth, since only truth can make us free . With deep human insight St. Augustine clearly showed how we are moved spontaneously Not by constraint Whenever we encounter something attractive and desirable Asking himself, what it is that can move us most deeply? The saintly Bishop went on to say: "What does our soul desire more passionately than the truth?" Everyone of us has innate and irresponsible desire for ultimate and definitive truth, the Lord Jesus, "the way, and truth, and the life" Speaks to our thirsting, pilgrim hearts Hearts yearning for the source of life Hearts longing for truth Jesus Christ is the truth in person Drawing the world to Himself The Sacrament of the Eucharist Jesus shows us in particular the truth about love The very essence of God It is evangelical truth which challenges each of us and our whole being The Church, which finds in the Eucharist the very center of her life Constantly concerned to proclaim that God is love Christ has become for us the food of truth Church turns to every man Woman Inviting them freely To accept God's gift
From Greek laos = people The common state of life in the church Baptized, non-ordained Christians Who belong to the people of God 11302011
Dirty hands or a dirty mind. A dirty action works behind. What is different if we blame? If we favour them who can find? Criminal elements are our close, Who has a duty to matter expose? If a person will hide crime, then Who will feel in society a shame? Love and affection has more different? If a killer's behaviour is misprint. To work for peace or preference for selfish, We need crime to punish without any kiss. It seems hard to wear a responsibility, We work to survive for decision ability. A man can't control if crime is at home, A man can control if complain has norm.
A rhyming thank you written in verse To the wonderful women and men who work as a nurse They do so much more than just first aid Considering their responsibility they should be better paid They assist in the process of creation They are even responsible for drug calculation In crisis situations they aid in evacuation Nurses need to be treated better across the whole nation They are faced with the challenge of an ageing population They work overseas and help the poor For those incapacitated they come to the door They are on the front line during times of war They have a duty of care legislated by law On a daily basis they are faced with death They are with a patient for their last breath They work long hours without adequate pay They face trauma and grief day by day They have to work at a rapid pace Often having to rush from place to place Due to cutbacks they are often short of staff In some areas staffing is less than half Our healthcare system is in a state of demise C'mon you politicians give nurses a pay rise They deal with patients who are disorderly or wild They provide comfort to parents of a child They encounter various problems with people's health They don't discriminate the poor or those with wealth They assist in the prevention or destruction of disease They are expected by some to do this with ease They are ordinary people doing extraordinary acts Don't question them unless you know all of the facts They deal with issues that cause stress They treat patients who are in distress They deal with patients who want to fight They deal with patients who sometimes bite They help patients who are deaf or without sight They work seven days a week both day and night They assist a patient who has lost their mind Their mannerisms are generally pleasant and kind Only recently have they been given reasonable superannuation The government must do more and increase remuneration They are highly educated, instructed and trained When facing trauma their uniforms can get blood stained They deal with cuts, abrasions and breaks Constantly they have to avoid making mistakes Nurses without a doubt do a wonderful job They are the blood supply that keeps our hearts a throb I am so proud that I have a sister who is a nurse To you my sister and your peers I give you this verse
So many shelves filled with so many bright bottles Tantalizing concoctions to make us sparkle like our dreams Each one filled by a child's blood Mixed with the dying strength of a crumpled woman And to no avail. The magic promised by their pain disappoints— The colors fade, the curls fall, the fabric rips And with a dying scream, they are gone With no one to mourn them No one to plead for their lives Bought at so cheap a price.
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Incarnation means act of clothing with flesh So our Lord clothed His divinity with a human body Redemption means to buy back again 11272011
The merits of Jesus Christ are applied to our souls through the Sacraments Especially Baptism Penance Which restore us to the friendship of God 11282011
"The smile then melts off her face in a frantic heat of boiling, screaming rage and trickles down into a pool of boundless sorrow...." React like you think they think you should Whether or not you really feel good The act will pass on and so will they soon enough Don't you show your pain Keep pretending you're still sane This life is a dream and it's not long now 'till we all wake up ====================== Look for the song-----coming soon! www.sorrylittlesharky.com
This is the man that I am No need for a detective because I have few mysteries Whatever you don't find its trapped somewhere inside my mind I put my life into words for the whole world to read I hope you enjoy what you see A South Korean English teacher by night An avid writer by day A helpless romantic somewhere in between The smile and joy from my students is priceless Seeing someone enjoy my writings is pretty rewarding as well I feel that everything in my life is finally going well From my writings you may find that hard to tell Sorry I don't write more fantasies or fables To convey happy emotions and attract more followers You are getting my life through my eyes I don't have a sweet tooth so I don't sugarcoat things I write what I have seen and how it has effected me My adventures and journeys have been vast Come with me on this ride Together we can both be pleasantly surprised With what I will write This is the the man that I am Find more of my writings and poems at jorgesouthkorea.com
Here stands a man who's just about to blow a gasket, he has far too much washing in his basket, he never asked for such a load, and he feels it's time to hit the road, before he does something he regrets, I wouldn't be placing any bets, on him sticking around for much longer, the feelings inside him are growing stronger, by the second, by the minute, he really feels he's landed in it. And all because his employment, takes all his time, negates enjoyment, he feels that it is sucking him dry, and he really has the urge to fly, to get away from his wage slave life, the daily back watching, for the knife, that is often stuck into the unwary, the workplace is becoming very scary. No loyalty exists there any more, I think a lot of people know the score. A numbers game is all it is, the bottom line, do the biz, because if you slow down, there are many, worse off than you, who to make a penny, they'd gladly jump into your shoes, and ensure their gain, would mean you lose!
In the name of the Father, of the Son and of the Holy Spirit. Amen… Almighty and everlasting God Who, in the secret counsels of Your ineffable (indescribable) Providence (Fate) Have been pleased to call us into life by means of our parents Who therefore partake of Your divine power in our regard Mercifully hear the prayer of filial (familial) affection Which we offer to You In behalf of those to whom You have given A share of Your fatherly mercy In order that they might lavish (produce in abundance) upon us In our journey through life The consoling gift of Your holy and generous love. Dear Lord Fill our parents with Your choicest blessings Enrich their souls with Your holy grace Grant that they may faithfully Constantly guard that likeness to Your mystic marriage with Your Church, You did imprint upon them on the day of their nuptials Fill them with the spirit of holy fear The beginning of wisdom Continually move them to impart the same to their children Such wise may they ever walk in the way of Your commandments May their children be their joy in this earthly exile Their crown of glory in their home in heaven Finally, Lord God Grant that both our father Our mother may attain to extreme old age Enjoy perpetual health in mind and body May they deserve to sing Your praises forever in our heavenly country in union with us Their children Giving You most hearty thanks You have given upon them In this valley of tears The great gift of a share In the light of Your infinite fruitfulness And of Your divine fatherhood. In the name of the Father, of the Son and of the Holy Spirit Amen
Those books which were rejected by the Council of Hippo Being non-biblical belong to what is called the Apocrypha These books of the Bible They are often well worth reading as they offer much historical information Not otherwise available However Some of these stories Slightly heretical tendencies The Catholic use of the word "Apocrypha" Defined aboveShould be distinguished from the incorrect Protestant use of the word Protestants use this term to designate the seven books of the Bible included in the Catholic Bible canon But not accepted or found in Protestant Bibles These seven books are Tobit, Judith, Wisdom, Sirach 1 and 2 Maccabees and parts of Esther and Daniel Protestants call the books Found in the Catholic Apocrypha The Pseudepigraphal books Copyright, 2005, 2002, 1987 & 1981 BY DEVORE & SONS,INC. WICHITA, KANSAS 67201 COPYRIGHT, 1970 BT CATHOLIC BIBLE PUBLISHERS WICHITA, KANSAS 67201
REJOICE WITH ME BECAUSE I HAVE FOUND THE COIN I LOST LUKE 15:9 WHEN MY FRIEND CALLED to tell me the story of how she lost One of her expensive hearing aids It sounded similar of the lost coin Diane described how she had taken care of 5 or 6 errands in a day During that time she placed her hearing aids in her pocket When she returned home One of them was missing Diane hurried back to all places she had been Retracting every step she searched for the precious item Her voice held such amazed joy and gratitude As she related the moment of actually finding the tiny hearing aid No wonder Jesus used a story of losing and finding something of value to describe the joy God has over "one sinner who repents When I hesitate to let go of an old hurt Avoid repenting of my wrong doings I hope the memory of my friend's enthusiastic discovery Will nudge me to give the Holy One another reason to rejoice Readings and Gospel Romans 14:7-12, Psalm 27:1 Psalm 4, 13-14, Luke 5:1-10
who are these people? where did they come from? of all the aromas in existence, the foul smell from the mouth of an 87 year old man who has had gingivitis for 32 years and has had rheumatoid arthritis in his wrist for the past 23 making it difficult, almost impossible to brush his teeth is unquestionably the most repulsive characteristic of my job. the bumpy, but crater filled skin that covers majority of guests shows the degeneration caused by poor nutritional choices an overall lack of physical exercise, and a lifestyle filled and toxified with consumerism and media injected promotional poison, they buy, and buy then buy some more actually believing that the need the items they purchase knick knacks, glass coasters, another Friday night dress more liquor, more cigarettes, more disease, another pair of shoes, a DVD, consume, consume, consume till their souls are consumed with materialistic so called needs a new belt, more beer, more stress another year buying things to bring gratification , trying to remove the fear hats, drugs, amusement parks, comedians sex shops, fancy cars, impulsive desires, new computer, new thrill, another method of destruction years of being killed now can't even carry on a discussion.
Christ showed and proved His Divine power chiefly by His miracles Which are extraordinary works that can be performed Only by the power received from God Therefore, His sanction and authority 11282011
Eternal Father saw outnumber of people's sins Sad with what He created He wanted to destroy the world People hurting each other Jesus Christ stopped Him Told the Father He would go down to earth Take People's cruelty To start His power over people He told the Father people would understand Ransom Himself Just don't destroy the world Believed people to be one Eternal Father searched a woman To conceive and bear a Son Angiel Gabriel spoke to Mary You have found favor from God Holy Spirit will shine over you You are to name Him Jesus Christ He will save people from their sins To save destruction of the world Jesus Christ created a Church For People to be Universal People don't understand In there people are saved What are these other churches? In there you are not saved Don't be fooled By the Christ's like religions There is only one Deal to the Father Be Universal to His Church Roman Catholic To understand the Two Greatest Commandments "Love God all your mind, heart, body and soul" Second is "Love your neighbor as yourself" When we love our neighbor, Covers the 1st Greatest Commandment Other Churches are misleading people Thought they love Jesus Christ Person who created their Church Was the person they believed and loved Jesus Crist is very hurt People don't know in His Church You're saved In others you're condemned J.R.M. 11162011
Here I stand, a lonely man, Aimless wandering with out a plan, Planet Earth is where I roam, The last frontier I call my home, Ever searching for the truth, Growing wiser since my youth, Family and friend are all you need, My advice, I insist, you heed, Though love seems to heal, Make certain that love is real, If it wasn't meant to be, Lock it up and hide the key, Don't let the pain get you down, Someday your key will be found, When that day comes to show, Happiness in you will grow, When it comes to school and work, Try your hardest not to shirk, Pay attention in your class, Don't do your work half-gassed, Respect others, respect yourself, Respect time, respect health, In general, just have respect, Evil temptations you must reject, Don't spend time being depressed, Thoughts of stress you can suppress, Be the best you can be, The price of happiness isn't free, Stay clean, resist relapse, True freedom, you will grasp, Sound the trumpets, crack a Pabst.
To Gooney Birds Shifting palm trees in sandy beach sunshine Guard an immortal violet-blue lagoon Gooney birds beg and dance all in a line When they land it's like watching a cartoon As the ship is being refueled at pier Steaks and beer on the beach with these strange birds An island oasis it would appear What I observed was truly beyond words Sailors in various degrees of dress Being chased and attacked by vicious foul While steaks burned with cold beer we couldn't care less By sunset my shipmates began to howl A bizarre lay over as you have read We left at sunrise all with aching head
ON THAT DAY, A PERSON WHO IS ON THE HOUSETOP AND WHOOSE BELONGINGS ARE IN THE HOUSE MUST NOT GO DOWNTO GET THEM, AND LIKEWISE A PERSON IN THE FIELD MUST NOT RETURN TO WHAT WAS LEFT BEHIND LUKE 17:31 A FRIEND FORWARDED me a silly "chain" email recently that read "If your house caught fire You only had time to grab one thing before getting out to safety What would it be? I believe it offered the stipulation that your family could all get out on their own The point of this guery was to help you gauge what one material object Holds the most meaning for you A photo album? A computer? A piece of jewelry? The point of this Gospel passage is that when the choice is between God and anything else there should be no contest If we are too bogged down with our stuff Whether those material objects Interior anxieties or superficial glitz We could miss the ways God is inviting us To be agents for creating better world Try to set aside all distractions for an hour or two See what you are missing! Readings Gospel Wisdom 13:1-9 * Psalm 19:2-5 Luke 17:26-37
gently kissed the hand withered black and decomposed; how much was that worth?
Drunkenness Dishonesty and Impurity They are therefore to be carefully avoided at all times 11272011
I believe that Jesus Christ is the Son of God The Second Person of the Blessed Trinity True God and True man Great Prophet, High Priest and was anointed as the fullness of divine power 11282011
Gender prejudice is a hoot, Who gives another the right to determine femininity or masculinity? Haven't they ever heard of men who act very feminine, Yet, they are not gay, Metrosexuals, that's just their way, Then, there are women who relish being Tom-Boys, because the thrill of kicking aces brings them joy, They can beat the old boys' network at their own games, doing it effectively and without shame, However, closed minds feel better off trying to ostracize, because an Amazon woman can cut anyone down to size.....
By 'grievous matter' with regard to sin mean that the thought Word or deed which is committed must be either bad in itself Or severely prohibited And therefore sufficient to make a mortal sin if we deliberately yield to it
By our predominant sin Or ruling passion We mean the sin into which we fall most frequently and Which we find hardest to resist 11272011
Anger begets in our souls impatience Hatred Irreverence And too often habit of cursing
The Bible is extremely difficult to understand Even by Bible scholars It was written in languages long dead In the manner and idiom of the time To interpret the Bible the Bible It is not only necessary to understand the languages in which the Bible was written But to understand the languages in which the Bible was written Had the time they were written The Bible, Therefore has to be understood And for Catholics, the Church Guided by the Holy Spirit Is the official guardian and infallible interpreter of the Bible
Thank God for 7-27, when my son flew in Life as it should be will forever begin Charming little visions of how days are meant To teach him as he shows me how life is spent Listen to me now and read what I find so true Words are like a beat that can start a groove Bring the rhythm back to lift your spirits up Don't worry too much because we all get stuck My life seems to stop before it begins Caught in another ever-recurring trend Giving away every one of my previous wins With Faith and company until my life ends It's time now to be down again Even faster than western winds Life can run around, leave you in loop Feeling that life needs one more scoop Tip the timer over, fall with the sand Live for every second you possibly can I will soon learn should luck turns up I'm lost, backwards, and running amuck Trying to regain what I thought I missed Elusive, erratic and ending up like this Never have I wanted to be other than here Life in crystal-clear brings visions near Capable are your dreams so easily achieved All you have to do is work & truly believe Look for a big picture in whatever you see Never believe free, it offers no guarantee Just sit back and listen to tales they tell And make your own path but remember it well Don't try to be so deep, just work to relax Make life a story but include all the facts Learn about yourself when you're at the mic Work the crowd just to see what you're like Life will soon be everything you need it to be Proceed with sight don't let only destiny lead You always have control in every step you take Follow dreams today and always live fast awake At times I don't know where this path would go Like I'm hosting a show I've never seen before Filling in the gaps, taking punches for others Learning along the way what life really offers It's time now to be down again Steps closer to an unknown end Digging up dirt nearly burying yourself At least the digging is good for health Live your life now, stay until the very last Live your life today as if it's already past
Latin passio = sickness Suffering Term originating Christ's Suffering 11302011
Angel Gabriel sent from God the Eternal Father The virgin's name was Mary Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with you The angel said to her "Do not be afraid Mary" "You have found favor with God" "You will conceive in your womb and bear a son" "You shall name Him Jesus" He will be great and son of the most High Of His kingdom, there will be no end Mary said to angel How can this be Since I have no relations with a man The Holy Spirit will come upon you The power of the most High will overshadow you I am the handmaid of the Lord Be it done to me according to your word 12112011
Other source of supernatural knowledge is the Bible In the words of the Council of Trent Which enumerated the books of the Bible under their proper titles The Church declares that she receives All the books of the Testaments Old and New Since the one God is the author of both The Vatican Council is more explicit The Church holds those books as sacred Canonical Not because Having been composed by human industry They were afterwards approved by her authority Nor, just because They contain revelation without error But, having been written under the inspiration of the Holy Spirit They have God as their Author The word Bible comes from the Greek ninlion meaning "the book" The plural is biblia, was taken for a feminine singular Testaments The Bible is the Book par Excellence
Did you ever look into the eyes of a trucker, And try to see what he has seen? Did you ever try to go in your mind, To the places he had been? Did you ever think about the loneliness, He feels behind the wheel? A lot of people think it's easy out there, And that it's no great big deal. A lot have five million miles under their belt, Thats a lot of time to be alone. But they are dedicated to their families, Whom they provide for at home. They move what you and I buy, Without any recognition at all. They move everything they can, no matter how big or small. So the next time you see a trucker, Slowly passing by, Give him a real big wave, And don't forget to say Hi.
The application of these arbitrary criteria Eliminated Judith probably written in Aramic Wisdom and 2 Maccabees Written in Greek Tobit and parts of Daniel and Esther Written in Aramaic Probably outside of Palestine Baruch, written outside of Palestine Sirach and Maccabees 1 Written after the time of Ezra By the 1st Century after Christ This revised canon was generally accepted by all Jews
HE MADE A WHIP OF CORDS AND DROVE THEM ALL OUT OF THE TEMPLE AREA. JOHN 2:15 PART OF OUR CHRISTIAN witness in the world To model the behavior of Jesus We know all about this great acts of compassion and mercy He taught us to be kind and forgiving We know about turning the other check and loving our enemies Rarely do we think of Jesus filled with anger Acting on that anger as he does in the cleansing of the temple It is never good to let our emotions get the best of us To allow our anger free rein But any devoted follower of Christ can Should rise up in the face of defilement as Jesus did When he drove the money changers from his Father's house Anger (like love) is a powerful God-given emotion to injustice Where we need to be concerned When our anger turns violent Is confused with revenge God of love and mercy, hear our prayers. Readings and Giospel Ezekeil 47-2, 8-9, 12, Psalm 46:2-3, 5-6, 8-9 Corinthians 3:9-11, 16-17 John 2:13-22
Latin envolutio = unfolding, development The growth of the final form of organisms over millions of years Viewed from Christian perspective Evolution takes place as God's continuous creation in natural processes 11302011
The fear of the LORD is the beginning of Wisdom Prudent are all who live by it Psalm 111:10 AREN'T WE SUPPOSED TO have gotten past fear-motivated worship and Punishment-avoidance spirituality? Didn't God-as-Big-Brother step aside for God-as-Loving-Father? But is it not "fear of the Lord" Still one of the gifts of the Holy Spirit that we receive at our Baptism Affirm in our Confirmation? Jewish and Christian scholars alike have wrestled with the Hebrew phrase Yirah Adonai Offering varied and rich commentaries Recurrent among the interpretations "Fear of the Lord" Means "awe and reverence" As in this context "Fear" Can also refer to what we feel when we love someone Deeply that we would do anything in the world not to hurt him or her Or damage our relationship with love-ones Taken together Both meanings offer us profound Wisdom towards growing each day in Ever-deepening our union with God
The icly coldest of the Hornet Queen and her spirits and freinds is going to use my theme and name Hor Horn to steal my work, because she predetermine who gets what and of course I to give my crumbs to her, well some say this and that about the daughter that ran away from her and walk the streets because of her control issues and of course she lies and steals to get more and more power, I have work for twenty years on some work and storys and of course that is hers so if you see it they steal it,
Greek = origin, beginning The first book of the bible which describes Among other things The creation of the world and of man 11302011
I'll collect the worn, colored clothes and I'll put them to wash; And, the wet white clothes I will hang them, outside, for the sun to dry; For my wife to see that I've done my duty, when she comes home.
Jose does the work that the homeless wouldn't Yet they blame him for stealing their opportunities When they wouldn't even dream of taking opportunities When they had millions of chances to Pancho dreams Big Bigger than the Rich White Boys with Everything Because the White Boy already has what Pancho wants And doesn't realize how good it is until Pancho has it Fickle, fickle Man These people expect us to Work Hard so they can Play Easy But once we rise up, it's snapped shut, treasures, equality They end up taking it all away just to complain about how bad they have it Why is it that I'm working a crappy job for minimum wage But Sally gets an internship right away, same grades, same teachers, Except I go to a minority dominated intercity school while she lives in the Foothills But Sally has Pretty Blue Eyes and Long Blonde Hair, "All American Beauty" Look at my skin, THIS is Beautiful, to me Golden Yellow Brown Caramel They call it Burnt Sugar, but I call it Perfect Asiática Vietnamita Chicana Chica Fresa Señorita Multi-racial Mutt and I don't give a Damn Dark hair, dark eyes, the darkest kind of electric fury I'm American too, Damnit Do you have the audacity to say that color makes a difference? Discriminate me again, I dare You! come on, come ON Keep on pretending like your giving me a chance with Affirmative Action Well Affirm this I don't want your pity, or redemption I want EQUALITY, once and for all Not a cheap imiation of it What the Hell are you Afraid of?! Discriminate against me again And I'll show you what being American is all about Come On, DAMNIT! I'll bring it H A R D, with everything I have I want to show racist America what I got
Lust begets in our souls a distate for holy things Perverted conscience Hatred of God Frequently leads to complete loss of faith
From Greek monos = only and Teos = doctrine about the existence of only one God The teaching that God is unique, absolute The ultimate ground of everything Monotheistic religions are Judaism, Christianity and Islam 11302011
Idle conscience profits on the above gray And betrays its greed under a purple sky Without thought
Catholic Church derives all teaching authority from tradition Doctrine has come down from Christ This tradition preserved in written form in the "Bible" Contains the principle truths of faith taught to the apostles by Christ Inspired men moved by Spirit of God commit these matters to writing in early Church Short time after Christ's Ascension, maybe within 20 years The need to preserve thse truths in permanent form was recognized Before any book was accepted as "authentic" However, Authority of an Apostle was demanded by Peter's companion Similarly, though Luke was a man who had not seen Christ Book gained acceptance through St. Paul's authority The Church has protected and guarded these books Which contained The revelations of Christ to His disciples Their Testimony concerning Him
AND PASSING INTO HOLY SOULSFROM AGE TO AGE SHE PRODUCES FRIENDS OF GOD PROPHETS WISDOM 7:27 IF YOU GO TO MILAN in northern Italy You probably head first to the Duomo The massive Gothic Cathedral in the center After you tour it and walk amid the spires on its roof You might sit on the piazza steps eating gelato with scores of others Then you might descend to the subway, ready for another adventure As you hurry through the hallway to catch a train You'll pass a locked door with a small window If you look You'll see mounds of dirt and stones But if you return to the church You can visit that underground space by going down some steps in the back Amid the excavations is an octagonal-darkness Alone Contemplate the font where St. Ambrose washed St. Augustine in the living waters of baptism Then you can return to the bustling Brightness, centuries later But still held in the e3mbrace of the same Wisdom they sought Found Lord, open my soul to your wisdom and truth Readings and Gospel Wisdom 7:22, 8:1 * Psalm 119:89-91, 130, 135, 175 Luke 17:20-25
Would you like to pay me something? Would you like to say something? Why do you expect from me? And why do I expect from you? What do you know about me? And what do I know about you? Why do you mind if I want to share? And why do I mind if you like me care? What is your relation to me? And why I would like to know? Why do you work so fast? And why do I work slow? Why do you have a different taste? And why do I like you most? Yesterday, when you was a child, Yesterday, when I was mild, You and I play together, We never bother what was the weather. Today when I feel my hunger, Why do you play a game so danger? You never asked me a question, When we were child not having a fashion, Why do you love a particular colour? Why a caste is my failure? We play together when childhood was faith, You believe in religion, tradition is a myth. You do not understand me what opinion differs, We need to live together why you do not bother. Today is a God Gift and tomorrow is hope. Happiness and sorrow are a life rope. A person can rise up or can suicide for it, Pace and encouragement counts if we are fit
Actual sin is any willful thought Word Deed Or Omission contrary to the will of God
the Government gives developers and corporations huge tax breaks but the workers only get poverty wages and public funds they need to take to earn $8 dollars an hour on which to raise a family I don't know about you but I think that's an absurdity we need prevailing wages to be set in the work place what those companies are trying to pay the workers is a disgrace Albany get off your rear ends and do the job for which you've been elected for as sure as you're in that position by the people you can be rejected you've lost the people's trust and New Yorkers are in an uproar stop all the filabustering and get some legislation passed into law Justice in the Work Place that's one of the reason you were sent to Albany Justice in the Work Place for the workers and their families
What was my determination? When you offered me a body, And fresh soul, To behave gently and kindly, With your decent documentation, That you have collected, Through rewinding my mind's timetable. I thought, you have my supplementary exam, I closed my eyes, To ignore dangers, But noise entered into my body, Through shutterless Ears, I blocked them with my strong fingers, But air conveyed it through smelling, You have authorized me, To deal with issues, Those you have created for me, To enjoy pleasure of sadness. Time caught my finger, And my tiny feet walked a long distance of life, Although you have arranging my food, But I failed to fill my little Tummy, Always my body fell down with tiredness. Time supported me to rise up, And provided fresh ideas to apply for, But I wasted my energy to kill time. And never thought time is only my guide.
Sorry if I came here illegally My country lacked opportunity So this is how it had to be Never took anything from you Paid my taxes just like you Society let the color of my skin in But shamed my people and culture I chased the American dream As Americans wanted all my people to leave I adapted to your culture Your way of life What more can I do To say that I truly appreciate the red,white and blue Thank you for reading. Visit jorgesouthkorea.com for more poems and writings that I have written.
If, I've not done my home works; Please, just don't let me be Punctuated, by your total silence. If, I have done something wrong; Please, just forgive me; Really, it's not what I wanted. If, you dislike my presence in your class; Please, just don't involve others; They might hide, from you, in solitude. If, you hate my absenteeism; Please, just let me know; For who else will remind me? If, I say, from now on I'll do the home works Please, just accept my words, for truly I'll be Dutiful, once again, to you…my loving wife. 'Cos I've learned what I needed to learn About the not so good intention of those Video games in cyber cafés… for our life.
We should not give up trying to be good when we seem not To succeed in overcoming our faults because Our efforts to be good will keep us from Becoming worse than we are 11272011
Sloth begets in a soul A spirit of indifference In our spiritual duties and A disgust for prayer 11272011
Help Out of love, Eternal God sent Father Christ His Son into the World Because of sin, dying Death of our earthly bodies, also eternal death Father Christ spoke often about eternal fire Awaits all those who reject Eternal Father's merciful love in Father Christ All who reject the Eternal Son rejects eternal life He alone who he brings are condemned already The condemnation is eternal separation from God What Father Christ refers to as the "hell of fire" The "furnace of fire" The "unquenchable fire" Hell is something man chooses There are only two ways Leads to Life The other leads to death For the gate is narrow The way is hard Leads to Life Those who find it are few The narrow way is Father Christ Himself He said "I am the way The truth The life Following Father Christ means Following the Church He started Following the way Following truth and the life No one comes to the Eternal Father But by me" In Jesus, the Eternal Father has made A way to life for us How foolish of me to refuse I don't like the means of help He has chosen For my salvation I chose to take the help He gave 11152011
Sloth is laziness of mind and Body Through which we neglect our duties On account on the labor they require 11272011
Sin is divided into the sin we inherit from our first parents Called original sin The other we commit ourselves is Actual sin Actual Sin is sub-divided by greater amount of sin or mortal sins and lesser sins is Venial sin
Father Christ lived on earth for about 33 years Most holy life Poverty Suffering 11282011/5042013
he stands amid the dusted rays of beams from smudged, windowed days casting light on the words below pressed flat upon papered page he's been here since before sun up stained and smelling of turpentine surveying the thoughts he's pressed quickly he hangs the page to dry then re-inks the typeset laid to table and inserts another piece to press pulling at the screw-pressed platen repeating process his labors express his desire to enlighten the world not just his neighbors informed to tell ideas and thoughts carried on back ancestors haunched with ink and quill before them criers cried the street events be known upon lips aloud spreading ideas throughout the land difficult to speak beyond the crowd and unbeknownst to him and kind someday in future ideas are spread with something called electricity through wires and waves on into head to reach to you my heartfelt soul ideas with emotions and feelings said until now, thoughts sweetest aspirations words spread like jam on slice of bread words, like feelings toil quietly carry your touch and feeling along to distant lands and distant times to give life's meaning, therefore prolong what the publisher and writer wish to convey to all able to read or hear that thought, like life, is precious held close at hand, the mind made clear © Goode Guy 2011-08-09 http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ink http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Printing_press http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Publishing
Anger is an excessive emotion of the mind Excited against any thing It is an excessive desire for Revenge
The alarm goes off, I open my eyes to face the day I roll back over to sleep it away The wife begins to preach to me No work, unemployed, I am free I go to the unemployment office and talk to the man He looks at my state and says he will do what he can The man asks me which of the three jobs I choose I don't want a job, I guess I've got those Lazy Hound Dog Blues I go outside, sit at the bench and wait for the bus I've got nowhere to be, I ain't in no rush It's getting to be late in the afternoon Getting hungry and will be home soon My wife left me a note saying were through At the moment I don't care, it's the curse of the lazy hound dog blues I tell myself tomorrow I will look for a job Gotta clean myself up, no one will hire a slob The alarm goes off I hit the snooze Not today, I am nagged by those lazy hound dog blues My wife calls, says she wants to work things out I try to explain, she begins to shout She won't listen what's the use I tell there is a cure for the flu But how do you shake the lazy hound dog blues
Did you think you were cool? to call in a threat? You Columbine copy-cat, you coward, you fool? Teachers hear the "code," Teachers who've been trained to hope for the best prepare for the worst, the worst that could possibly happen at this or any school Students thought it strange, didn't get the news, saw my fast moves, the blinds drawn door locked hands that shook the lights off "In the corner, NOW!" I pointed, afraid that life or death, my own, my students' hung in the air I'm not the self-sacrificing sort, or so I thought, wedged between my students and the door, the worry-wart, the mother hen, knowing I would hurl myself at the gunman, at the trenchcoat, so that younger faster bodies could escape. Still, I hoped, some of the boys would join me. "Fight or Flee, do SOMETHING," the mantra learned at Virginia Tech, the lesson learned the hard way. Teen bodies sweat, now, the smell of fear, the floor hard, so cold, the dark, afraid to whisper, we listen for sounds footsteps, whispers, gunshots, anything, outside that door. Nobody knows… "What's going on?" Chairs scrape upstairs: "Fools!" I think, half hope the noise draws the gunman away from here, but that I'm wrong, it's a scare, all at once. Hunger now, stomachs growl, it's schools end, we're finally fed And if we could find you, the fool, so cruel, who started this it's YOU we'd feed on, US you'd fear, a collective pride, of Panthers on the prowl.
Little boy caught between blocks of past and present before freedom Mommies not here anymore she ran for her first love Daddies don't care anymore he is behind that war line And I am a warrior now with these bullets at six Parents sold me to the slave master on the block I must work to survive Ancestor plowed the field I plow their minds At six before you a new hustle Rappers try to capture my soul in words Words don't mean nothing here Because parent don't mean anything here Before this hell I am free in my mind Spelling and math don't mean nothing here Slave on the block Once I make something out of nothing daddy will return Mommies still is with her first love, first love And I am one of a million right under the flag Under the ground, slave on the block Nothing is the only word I learned from master here on the block Sold by my mother to this life, this life is all I got Sunlight creeps in above 4:00 cause that's what my brother says I claim him cause he three and sick with AIDS they tell me he will die His parents left him for their first love Master says we are safe from the man next door who loves children to death I work the block my brother works in the store I make more but he is related to master Brother can read at three, I think he is three he is smaller I am bigger I work hard on the block, real hard beyond my age I hustle, what ever that means, I hustle and you think I am a juvenile I am a man at six with the world before me Shhhh!! Quiet don't talk master is coming I must go to bed.
Three things are necessary to make a sin mortal A grievous matter Sufficient reflection And dull consent of the will
"What the f**k do you want" is what she said to me. This individual used the most vituperative effrontery. How professional is conveying that over the telephone? I heard that in a cantankerously vociferous tone. I hope she does not answer that way all the time. Saying that to anyone is not very sublime. This use of such language on the job is asinine. Keep it up, and you will land in the unemployment line.
I heard the bad news Monday morning Everybody's saying,"Wow, what a drag." Seems the skin heads had some point to prove Now little Davey's dead in his sleeping bag so I found myself a spot with green grass somewhere way on down in the United States Had a jug of wine, I had some time to pass I picked up my guitar and I began to play For the lovers on the on ramp and the old men in the park for the bad side of the city the little fishes and the sharks and those who give so much to life and those that take away and those who work so hard to get by while Davey.................. Davey found the time to play. We'd see little Davey up on the corner playing like he didn't have a choice we never thought that he'd go anywhere He couldn't play guitar, he didn't have a voice but we'd hang out and listen to him anyway there was something bout his style You know it wasn't so much the way he played I think it was the way he smiled while he sang about the lovers on the the on ramp and the old men in the park about the bad side of the city the little fishes and the sharks Those who give so much to life and those who take away and those who work so hard to get by while Davey..................... Davey had the time to play. We heard the bad news Monday morning everybody's saying, "Wow, what a drag." Seems the skin heads had a point to prove Now little Davey's dead in his sleeping bag...........
I saw you there resting your chair near the door. Long Black hair dirty Needing a bath. smiling. Red and green stick figure Jesus Pictures you offered. Grinning. I was moved by your plight. Almost giving you my dollar. Dark Eyes shining, pitiful. I prayed Jesus would forgive me. Poor people's change jingling as it fell into your bucket. You paid for a juice with a big bill. Your chair blocking the long line. Rolling away to the fartherest space. Standing to toss your chair into the car. Counting the ones. Pouring their change into your backseat bucket. Laughing. Driving away in your red convertible. baseball cap pulled low over shifty eyes. The blond next to you chattering no pity for a cripple in her adoring eyes. I hope your Jesus on torn poster board forgives YOU! Beggar Man!
No way to pay the bills!! With little money from the job. By taxes and debt, a freeman kneels. To be like the flock, the mindless mob. Awake!! Oh slave, your labor to rob! The tables have turned today!! Working for ourselves, not a job. We control the amount of our pay! The rich and powerful chased by the mob. It will soon be the taxman we'll rob. Dec. 13, 2011. English Quintain Contest
Ms. Jealous girl thinks she's better than me Why should you be mad at me for the things I can do? I live my own life and do my own things Why are you so jealous of my life and such? Ms. Jealous girl wanted to where I go and who I chat to It is none of your besswax what I do and don't bother to ask. I am sick and tired of you telling others that you're jealous of me And sick of you telling my man things that you made up about me. Ms. Jealous girl stop asking the girls at work if I'm there or not Because I had it with you and ever since you left, I don't want you coming around starting trouble with me. I don't want to speak to you or see you at all and leave me al alone. Ms. Jealous girl, you're not welcome at my home and see my friends there Because we all don't want to be your friend. Lies and Lies and I was sick of it, really from you. You got mad when I went out drinking with friends from work You got mad at me when my man and I went out or away for a while You got mad at me when I wasn't scheduled for work and yelled at me You got at me for things I can do, even cleaning around the house is one thing that you never ever did in your carppy life. Ms Jealous girl, stop calling here at the house, cuz your ex Kevin doesn't want you back and not allow to step foot in the house You call crazy hours of the night just to get a hold of him but he also has a life and you get jealuos at him going bar hopping with his buddies and you got mad when he goes out with my man. Ms Jealous girl, if you come to see me at work and start things with me, All I can say to you is this, "You have been totally JEALOUS of me for the things I can do and where I go and leave me alone. No one at the house want to hang with you." Ms Jealoud girl, you have your own things to do and don't worry what Iam doing next week, next month, or next year. I have better things to do. Ms Jealous Girl, let my pals and I do our own things and don't call my place when I go out. Ms Jealous Girl, everyone is sick of your lies and you gotta stop that or everyone around you won't want to be with you.Ms Jealous girl, want to know her name? Her name is Tiffany and she is known as the Ms.Jealous girl cuz she is STILL JEALOUS OF ME FOR DUMB REASONS AND SHE NEEDS TO STOP BEING LIKE THIS TO ME. Ms Jealous Girl, I have a life and better things to do and screw you!
Firemen Serve Bravely Fighting flames Risking their lives Facing dangerous infernos of death. Families fear as firemen save lives hellholes raging destroying blazing death. © Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen January 17, 2010 Poetic form: Tetractys Dedicated to firemen around the world. But particularly to my son-in-law, Steven Collins, who has risked himself and saved others. I love you for your valor and because of who you are. Love, Mom2.
Everywhere you look there are skyscrapers, Everywhere around you there is noise, Everyone around you is busy, Everywhere you turn there are people, Daily traffic swallows the highways, The sidewalks are flooded with people, construction workers and buisness poeple, GO through with this everyday. The sound of cars honking is constant, Along with the pattern of footsteps, people with always come and go, As they pass throug the difficult city. It always seems as if you are in a dream, Where everything just passes you by, And the, finally, when the day is done, You feel as if it hasn't even come yet. The city is tiring, busy and loud, It where everyone seems to be, The city might be the perfect place for you, But it's not for me.
Chief sources are Seven Pride, Greed, Lust Anger, Gluttony, Envy and Sloth or laziness Commonly called 7 Capital Sins or 7 Deadly Sins
Going Through A Layoff??? Are you one who watches the nightly news? And hear of the many jobs people will lose? Does this news bring to your life much uncertainty? Knowing that very soon… This could be a reality? Are you one who's filled with fear and apprehension? Feeling the burden of stress and a lot of tension? Perhaps you feel very discouraged and "distraught." Here's a "lesson" that needs to be taught! Don't allow yourself to worry about "how things are going." There's a God in heaven that you need to be knowing! He knows all about your layoff and every situation! The love and peace he gives needs no explanation! Everything that you need... Jesus does provide! Worry? Or Trust HIM? That's for you to decide! By Jim Pemberton
Deliberate drunkenness, always a mortal sin If the person is completely deprived of the use of reason by it But drunkenness is not intended Or desired may be excused from mortal sin
Jefferson Street You would think facing three flights of subway stairs, one from poverty, and one from husband, with your hands full of produce and the handle of a stroller and the stroller full of daughter and a Lot of other questions that you can't stop to answer (because the last time you did your little boy didn't wake up… would make you think twice about gathering your groceries in your arms and asking the first man in a collar to bring her up in his.
Don't blame the man for being stupid! So what if he's in charge. Don't say bad things about your boss! Even if lint is treated better, By him, compared to you. Don't try to stop a man from running From what is nothing but his shadow! For all the truth you say today, You know you'll get blamed anyway, So might as well shut up ahead If you don't want to lose your bread. As we all know, but still deny, Society's just like a rye, You get caught by dreams instead Of acting with your given head.
Work habits, work to make you go harder. Then they twist you out to go make more. Not money but exhausted confused energy. Sadly so, this is our honey sweet new age, true wage world. Can you turn this skull-less ship around? Bound, found, hounded Career appointed overseer, slaves to the office sun. The world plays too cool. The rule of 3 makes sweet lessons on leaders. But you can not ascertain a lead to which you can rise because you are side-stepped. Lost in a ladder that divides
A deal-killer was needed to prevent a disaster, the service company couldn't exist anymore if the president hadn't taken a lower bid; it had relied on the work force for over twenty years, and it could have hurt the employees who needed an increase, rather than the employer who had a constant cash flow. They had to make a choice...accept and sign the new contract, and stay in business for another five years, or more; from the looks on everybody's face, it didn't sound pleasant, but who would have chosen the unemployment line? The employer felt terribly for the bad deal-killer, but also a relief saving thousands of jobs around Christmastime. To compensate the workers for their loyalty, the employer offered them a monthly bonus and open overtime for everybody willing to work hard, so that deal-killer proved to be extremely beneficial... coming at a time when extra cash could have brought more gifts that they couldn't afford in the first place, had the deal-killer been denied... and they wouldn't have wished one another, " Happy Holidays! "
Covetousness is Greed Part of 7 Capital Sins Or Deadly Sins Greed is an excessive desire for worldly things
Volunteers, Share each and every year. They give their best. They are motivated individuals, Who have passed the test, Which covers nobility, generosity, sincerity, and pride. They lead us to the path of happiness and success, With their hearts opened wide. They guide the future to vast horizons, With unselfish guidance. Volunteers, The chief examples of patriotism, Of living the American way, Each and every day. wrote 4-29-10
Everyone plays the blame game Yet everything remain the same No matter our words or actions Which become brief distractions None ever accepts responsibility For today's increase in incivility Everyone says it's not their fault For this constant uncivil tumult Good manners no longer exist Only bad attitudes now persist As all is contrary and untoward With acceptance as its reward Everyone it sadly would appear Simply no longer bother to care Every rule is now readily broken Civility expressed is just a token Since bad has now become good All restraint cannot be restored Everyone quite simply it seems In the pursuit of selfish dreams Reject past lessons once learned Worry not for who gets burned Choosing to do whatever it takes With no regard for any mistakes Everyone present in this world Accept any unkind insult hurled Not caring what's right or wrong Seeking instead not to get along Not realizing they look the fool As irrepressible incivility rules © Eugene Harvey
Standing outside, Working in the heat, Skin charred and brown, Weathered and leathery. There toils the laborer. He's fixed at a distance, Huddled with others. Like warehouse items, Tools packed together, Yet to be used. His clothes are caked, Decorated with dirt and dust. They are torn at the sides And unwashed for days— Except from his sweat. But when he comes near, You shy from his odor, Disgusted by the soiled shirt. Avoiding him like spoilt fruit Rotting when left in the sun too long. His arms are creased from overwork, His hands are like bricks, His body is weary and chipped, He is ready to crumble and break Like the rusted tools he carries. Yet he keeps toiling. Ignoring the complaints of the noise Or the accusations of lethargy. Swallowing his pride To earn his allowance.
From Greek kleroi = share or inheritance The state of ordained men in the Church 11302011
Endless train whistles, At the limits of one's hearing, Never farther away, Seemingly never, ever nearing... Sirens shrill screech, At times of their own choosing, The pulse of mountain winds, Never gaining, never losing, Honking winged geese, A satire of city cabs?, In cloud bound nature's streets, Small planes coming and going, In a parade of me wondering, but, never knowing, Where they might have come from, And where they now are going... Abandoned homes, Abandoned dreams, Stars sparkle in a mockery of fate, Who was the last to leave that home? And what might have been the date? Will bears soon be wandering down city streets, Perhaps shopping for a new coat? Wild dogs in packs attacking anything? The bray of feeding goats? My silent snores go unappreciated now, There's no one to say "Good Night", The body aches, my will it strains, I have no one to share my pains... Empty pockets stress my hope, It takes all my will to cope, Where has everybody gone to? Has everyone gone to the moon? I await my turn to join them, I pray it will be coming soon... Or am I left here to guard the past? For me to be the very last? To witness what the fates have cast? To experience decay first hand, Through the hour glass's ebbing sand, How pointless time does then stand, Not like a full head of hair.. But a single, lone strand? Me, the lone keeper of times no more, As giant machines still hum busily, No one now to know their purposes, now or then for sure.... And now you must go too... I wonder, I wonder, What I will do? Alone, books and ink, My sole companions till my ship does finally sink? I eye the rifle in the corner... Maybe the rules God will bend... If I use it as my ticket to tranquility, For, at least, my pain to end? Yes, at its worst, No more pain... Sure it is forbidden, But reasons to live seem to drain... No one to say Goodnight to, No one to say Good Morn... No one to hear me question... Why I was ever born... To those who complain of pressures, Of work, of family.... Could sit in my chair, eyes opened... And see what I can see... I'd work 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, And enjoy every responsibility, To care for friends and family... & work 60 hours a week, & feel the difference, Paycheck but a bonus, And, see & gain a new point of reference, And from that very day, You'll see the value of your life, In a very, very, new way.
Took my truck to Albany last week, Lost my fan belts,had a flat on the street. Went to New York,the big apple at last, Crossed the toll bridge,they took my pass. Went to Minnesota,clear to the end. Can't find a load,you are laid over my friend. Went to Louisiana,trying to get home you see, Only to find out,I was bound for Milwakee. I quit making plans now that I find, When not making plans,I get great home time.
Gluttony like Greed Excessive desire of Food or Drink Part of7 Capital sins or 7 Deadly sins Jesus Christ requires one to confess
Mystery is a truth in which we cannot understand Every truth we cannot understand is not a mystery Very revealed truth which no one can understand is a mystery We should and often believe when proof of their existence
Pride is an excessive love Of our own ability so that would Rather sinfully disobey Than humble ourselves
I close my eyes and remember the place, The place that makes me happy The place where I can remember thoughts of you When you left I thought all was lost… Until I finally met her, Walking through the mall I saw her Small waist and such a sweet face we finally met. Today we are considered as one Many may not agree but we are in love and we are a family She loves me and I love her! Dreams of a better life drives us to wake up every day Working hard to provide and To show her how a true queen feels This I know… A constant reminder of my laziness I am stuck at work Considered a house nigga I have to work Educated and dressed well I am a slave I work everyday and own nothing Modern day slavery extends to all low-income family's Work every day and be considered free Back in the day you would be just another slave like me~ By: John Cornell
Many problems in the world Church is one Self-appointed kings are Founders Of non-existent Kingdom Heaven is our kingdom The King is Jesus Christ He started it and only Catholic or Roman Catholic Church Be sure before you die, you're a Roman Catholic Your God, is my God Only one in 3 different Divine persons Men and women are able to know the truth We thought we'll be in our Kingdom Disappointed when we knew the truth We expected but we're cut with the double edge sword First good impression is can be a lie Hard to change a reputation Our God is Jesus Christ Cooperate with the grace He gives To not sin We ignore Jesus in our side Just cooperate in His Church He grants you to be very careful of sinning Pay back what you owe Unless each of you forgives your brother from your heart
Latin trinitas = the state of being threefold God is only one but He exist in three persons The fact that in English we have two terms The triune God and the Trinity For the same reality (one emphasizes God's unity The other the distinction (of persons in Him) An indication of the unfathomable mystery of the Trinity 11302011
On this mountain the Lord of hosts Will provide for all peoples A feast of rich food and choice of wines… He will destroy death forever Lord God will wipe away Tears from all faces Isaih 25:6, 8 THIS ISAIAH PASSAGE One of the greatest sources of Courage for me in all of Scripture The repeated detailed description of the feast In case gives me a kind of glorious concrete hope I love the tenderness of the Lord God Wiping away the tears from all the faces Three years ago on this date-10092008 I held this reading in my hand beside my dying sister She was the one who gave feasts in our family: Rich juicy food and choice wine I read aloud for us both "He will destroy death forever" God of Love Help us to trust in this stunning promise of life You offer us with such tenderness
President, President what have you done? There has been so much trouble since you won. Seeing you on T.V. you seemed to be so wise. Your years in office has really opened a lot of eyes. I know you meant good, and you tried to do well, but this country, excuse me, is going through hell. Our lives were going good, and some were doing great, but now it's hard to put food on our plates. Can you tell us what has happen to our economy? Have you used too much of the country's money? Gas prices are so high today, that each week we fill up it takes most of our pay. It seems like America is under a curse, because things in our country keep getting worse. We will always wonder what really were your plans, because me and others use to be your biggest fans. WE hope you accomplished what you intended to do. You really don't realize the pain we're going through. You may be rich and have it all, but why do the middle class and the poor have to fall? We are not talking about people who don't work or try. Were talking about people who work 2 or 3 jobs just to get by.
From the Greek Charis = gift, grace, favor, charm A name for the gratuitous gifts of the Holy Spirit As they are described For example in Corinthians 12:6ff The gift of healing Miraculous powers Prophesy Speaking in tongues and The gift interpreting them Wisdom Knowledge Firmness in faith and so on Also included are the seven gifts of the Holy Spirit 11302011
Christ lived for about 33 yrs to show us the way to Heaven by His Teachings and Examples 11282011
Lord, teach us to pray …Luke 11:1 A PRIEST FRIEND TOLD ME All the lectures he typically gives People seem most attentive and most interested in his talks on prayer People want to learn how to pray Today we celebrate the most famous "giants" of prayer, St. Bruno With a close band of friends This holy man left the world Went into the snowy mountains of France Therew lived in silence Devoting his life to prayer He described this life as "Peace that the world knows not and joy in the Holy Spirit" You and I have similar desire to connect directly with God Although we will not likely live the solitude of Bruno call out to Jesus, "Teach us to pray" Jesus responds to our desire with stunning words He toldwhen we pray to the all-powerful Lord and Creator, we are to call Him "Father" We are not to address God as a distant Frightening being but rather As someone close to us Who loves us and longs to hear our voice
The effects of venial sin are Lessening of the love of God on our heart The making us less worthy of His help And weakening of the power to resist mortal sin
John the Baptist heard in prison of the works of Christ He sent his disciples to Jesus with this question Are You the one who is to come or Should we look for another? Jesus replied Go and tell John what you hear and see "The blind regain their sight The lame walked Lepers are cleansed The deaf hear The dead are raised The poor have good news Proclaimed to them Blessed is the one Who take no offense in me" As they were going off Jesus began to speak to the crowds about John What did you go out to the desert and see? A reed swayed by the wind What did you go out to see? Someone dressed in fine clothing? Those who wear fine clothing lives in royal palaces Then why did you go out, to see a prophet? I tell you, more than a prophet This is the one about whom it is written "Beheld, I am sending my messenger ahead of you; He will prepare your way before you" When I say to you "Among those of born of women There has been no greater than John the Baptist Yet the least in the kingdom of heaven is greater than he." 12122011
Temptation is anything that Incites Provokes Or Urges us to offend God
Envy is feeling sorrow at another's good fortune and Joy at the evil which befalls him/her as if We ourselves were injured by the good and Benefited by the evil that comes to him/her 11272011
Any good quality a thing should have A thing is perfect when it has all good qualities God is infinitely perfect For he possesses all good qualities in a highest possible degree
Food for thought Holiness? An opportunity Measured How lovingly you respond to God People say they believe, Eternal God Love Father Christ Don't have any clue What talking about Hypocrite, harsh word People harsh to Father Christ Don't know it People boast, brag They know Father Christ Believe in Him Yet, not in His Church If truly believe, then why not His Church? The word "Purgatory" is only in Catholic or Roman Catholic Because later Christians will be in heaven Some be immaculate there After purifying their not confessed sins People need Sacrament of Reconciliation Penance Forgiveness Only in Father Christ Church Father Christ required His Church Be available for His people 12092011/5042013
Many Christian communities on earth call themselves churches According to the Catholic understanding Only those in which the sacraments of Jesus Christ's have been preserved In their entirety have remained "Church" This is true especially of the Orthodox and Eastern Churches In the ecclesial communities that resulted from the Protestant Reformation All the sacraments have not been preserved 11302011
The evangelist Appeared beside a chariot And taught the eunuch. He preached the gospel And baptized the believer, Then was whisked away... (Remembering Philip)
For my son Paul I'm so proud of you Growing up in a small little town Now look at what you do. You walk the Red Carpet Party with all the bands Never miss an awards show Backstage passes always in your hands You've met all the movie stars Multiple web sites to sell your art Yet you've never forgotten all of us Thanks for keeping your precious heart I did good when you hugged me I held back all my tears I didn't want to let go A mom always has fears If you can retire at 30 Like you happily said You can achieve what I could not Laying in a perfectly made bed
To the Signalmen of the Watch She is cool gray steel, slicing darkest sea. Crewed by crazed youngsters, both man and woman. Quiet and deadly, in following seas, free. No light above, but the Moon and Orion. Coffee, cigarette, red night lights aglow, I, reading Conrad, lookouts are all set. Only sounds of the sea and radio, always watchful for contacts to be met. She patrols her night box for rouge raiders. Giant turbines in her belly turn with snap. The night cook prepares mid watch cheese sliders. Chaplain says night prayer, Boats plays taps. She was built for fast work anytime or place. I sit on watch, red light bathing my face.
our community is multi- cultured bright and cheerful giver young and old members peers/friends have a lot of things to say the voices from within bring peace joy and love this what make us different this is ours protect it and support every one just like what our poetry laureate did for us, all Note: my congratulations to you, my dear friend Carol.
"Sorry, coach, I messed up the play," said the sweating cager. "No problem, son," replied the coach, promptly benching him. After the game was lost, the poor chap received all the blame. Failures in life are always followed by a lot of finger-pointing Until you say 'enough is enough' and simply leave the scene.
I got my squaw pushing out another papoose I'm trying to increase my monthly government revenue There is a sister soon to deliver number three She is doing it out of greed, fear and love for me A little redhead I am trying to give me a money maker A couple of slaps should put her in line and awaken her The special this month is 75 dollars for 50 in food stamps The kids can live on water and corn beef hash I am currently writing letters in the name of my hoes to our state rep Telling them more revenue must be sent I laugh as the middle income is paying for all this They pay for our food, beer and cigarettes Illegals cross the borders and receive a new life Today I will find a Mexican honey No taxes once again on my money I am using my street wisdom I will always be working the system Why should I work when I can get my income from my government hoes When they beg for money, I tell them that's the way it goes I tell them to sell themselves to support our children They better have my money ready when a new month begins I am now writing a book, that is forbidden I will tell all how to work the system If this offends you in one way or another It's probably true, maybe you are one of my kid's mother
My parents paid good money To put me on this earth Just so I could love Show the world my worth So here I'm am Paying taxes, fighting for health care Raising kids alone Without Welfare Child support is a joke Fought for it with tears The youngest almost an adult Here in 2 more years $300 shy from Earned Income Credit Thank goodness for family With whom I indebted I'm don't owe the world anything And it doesn't really owe me My parents should get a refund Just because of all the stupidity
Will it be the actors? Will it be the singers? Or will it be the dancers Who bring the Gospel With a twist? Or will it be the pastors, The apostles and the prophets, The teachers and evangelists?
To lonely sailors Lines of polyester, a sawbuck fare My mates, a little tea, my plight set Smokey guitars scream over bands of hair Cheap, watered bourbon, endless cigarette Round perch, watching the watchers, colored lights Elbow nudge; take the wooden pipe, past on Back in line, another drink, eye the sites A new view, another hit, a bad con Munchies, chili dogs and fries, the night's end Walking, searching for the ride back to ship Suspended in a party with no kin Back in my rack, open eyes slowly slip A night of liberty, nowhere to go These times put a lonely sailor down low
Deceived by the perceptions of what the eyes see. Then analyzing the thoughts in your mind. Could this be an illusion swimming around in my head. Deceived by diplomacy canidates making promises they can not keep.Lying and scandalizing all in the name of another vote. Talk is all the citizens receive and change becomes another diluted situation for all to see. Deceived to conceive the pie in the sky mentality. Discover something that you like to do , and money will chase you. Chasing it will cause you heartache and misery . Deceived to think that society has your best interest at heart and working until 62 that social security will be waiting for you. Deceived and perplexed between two different opinions could one of them be fact or fiction . Deceived perception is reality looking from the windows of my soul. Is what I see really real? Or is it just man using his skills to deceive me once again..... deceived !
let me introduce myself and where im from my name is mc hearing aid and im a big huge bum bummy, moochy ,lazy ,slacker , unmotivated nudisiplined, unruly, and undereducated unemployed and unreliably under achiever under qualified, and thats undenible but minimum wage yeah thats for suckers id rather live under the bridge again , man boff these slugger buffers over worked and under paid youd think thats torture enough the boss still has the nerve to nag about ridiculous stuff why are you in turtle mode, this is work not fun i said shut up before i go columbine kid mode and bring in a gun. pretend this is a video game , play mars attacks with everyone they said go home you need some rest, but you can bet the next day they tried to press charges for making a terroristic threat it was before 911 that i did this crime i guess im just a visionary , ahead of my time the boys im blue were there to cuff me when the shop reopened but a red light in my minds third eye stopped me from getting broken i was 3 hours late for work that day u want to know why because i was hi, because i was high, because i was high the police got bored and left, i didnt have to go to jail can you believe they fired me over this minor detail
Don't scream about equality; life's unfair, that's reality; just do the very best you can to truly be a worthy man. Productive work and mind, said Marx, beget the humanizing sparks; self-worth and self-respect, said Rand, can make this place a better land !
Work, Again; When will this working end? When will be life without work? Do this… Do that…, the master always tell; And this hard wall is turning soft, 'cos of hands in swell; When will I have a day in peace? When can I get my life back, as a baby? Yesterday's work, loaded; Today, also loaded; Patience, mon ami, your wish you'll see. Morrow's free.
I don't, for my life, Understand why... In my mind I still serve, Long gone masters of my past... Who've long forgotten me, And to whom I wasn't worth... A second glance to cast... Yet inside I still seek to please These treacherous masters, Who once my loyalty did seize... Regardless of this knowlege, The haunting goes on... Some day I pray shake it, It was all but a con...
For those who teach of dragons No, don't be silly, it couldn't have moved. Although, for a fraction of a second, did one of the legs and the long spiked tail seem to shift and relax, then, again, frozen into place? Working late at my desk this evening, starting to see things, I suppose. Relax... It was just the sound of my silver pen scribbling. Click!!! Whatever that was, I don't want to know. I think I will just finish this at home. The question is, making it to the door. Would it allow me to just walk out? Leave? Was the head tilted this way before? No... Okay... Placing papers in my briefcase and finishing the last of my cold coffee. Moving for the door, reaching for the light! Click!!! Blackness, then it has me. the dragon
To those who keep the seas free They place themselves board tiny boats at sea, floating alone, hoping for savior's mast. Their homes overran by threshing V.C. We approached, fearful faces were made fast. Their hungry eyes looking upward for trust, one by one we hauled them aboard, swing and hoist. There were women, children, and old men, we must! A tent city constructed, their tears moist. We sank their boat when they were safe aboard. Grenades to the hull and below she sank. We sailed them to Hong Kong, for free room and board. Leaving them, we knew for freedom they thank. People seek out freedom from oppression. My shipmates and I survive a lesson.
New Recruits Across the brow and onto gray steel with awkward salute, for duty I board Smiles around deck from self perceived Salts peel Soft the ensign flutters, "Welcome Aboard!" Below deck I'm pointed to rack and home A coffin by design, my gear is stowed Adorned dungarees and white hat, I roam Hatches and passageways deceive below An opening, and alas sunlight peeks Topside, above the bridge, to meet my mates Every man sighs and gives pause 'fore they speak The salt air and bright sun make my heart awake A new sailor aboard with awe and glee I enter with trust, a new life, the sea.
Staggering from the heat, but we had a blast, sure glad this week-end is in the past.