And Marcus Tullius Cicero said this:
"The function of wisdom is to discriminate between good and evil."
IT COMES IN THE SHADOWS
It comes in the shadows of ignorance
It hides in the folds of "I don't care"
It can be here within what you choose not to know
Or in the breeze of wasted time in the air
Evil hides and sneaks and enters
As seeds of ignorance between right and wrong
And only continued knowledge can defend your morals
That keep the righteousness within you strong
"I am in politics because of the conflict between good and evil, and I believe that in the end good will prevail."
Margaret Thatcher 1925-2013
MR. POLITICIAN
Politician, ask yourself this
Is serving as a patriot your bliss?
Did you run for the money and cushy job?
Is it our coffers you intend to rob?
Will you be our voice or ignore our pleas?
Or choose the lobbyists to appease?
Will you serve your term in dignity?
Or fall into some complicentcy?
Will you consider laws based on common sense
Or mandate all at our expense?
Will evil become the goal you chase
As you become a champion of time to waste?
If you are a true upstanding soul
And make serving your country your ultimate goal
Then run, please do, as our selection
Our representative in this election
"Circumstances are beyond human control, but our conduct is in our own power."
Benjamin Disraeli British Statesman 1804-1881
WHAT TO WEAR?
As I reach my limits in tedium
And boredom affects my actions
Which entity on my shoulder
Will influence my direction?
Will I listen to the devilish imp
Who definitely leads me to go astray?
Will I heed the ever-present angel's advice
To color my canvas a brand new way?
Will the devil convince me to be sullen
And cause others around me to fret
Will the angel prod me to get on with it
And enjoy what a good life begets?
Circumstance is beyond my control
In nearly every case
But it is up to me to chose to wear
A smile upon my face
"No one is so brave that he is not disturbed by something unexpected."
Julius Caesar Roman Leader 100 BC-44BC
AT LAST A MOUNTAIN
We plan our day for logical transitions
Yet some days there comes a glitch
Life is not one of tedious repetition
It changes for good or bad, we'll never know which
Should we dwell on such a disturbance
That will cause erasure in our plans?
Should we find a healthy resurgence
In the twists and turns that life demands?
On so we go so we go so we go
Only a mountain can stop our onward trek
It is with this truth we will somehow know
What the mountain will be is circumspect
"History has taught us over and over again that freedom is not free. When push comes to shove, the ultimate protectors of freedom and liberty are the brave men and women in our armed forces. Throughout history, they’ve answered the call in bravery and sacrifice."
Tim Pawlenty 1960 American Politician
THANK A VET
No one wants to say goodbye
To mothers, fathers, husbands, and wives
And surely they don't wish to die
But will volunteer unselfishly in times of strife
There never, ever seems to be
A shortage of brave Americans
When there comes a threat to liberty
They will brave the seas and hottest sands
They have suffered in jungles, been shot down in planes
Some had lost their dearest friend
They have taken bullets and been driven insane
When they come home for some the war will never end
It seems such a small gesture
When asked to thank a vet
There doesn't seem to be a measure
For the gratitude our veterans ought to get
"The living owe it to those who no longer can speak to tell their story."
CZESLAW MILOSZ Polish Poet 1911-2004
BE THE VOICE
When you think if the hard times our ancestors endured
Blood that flowed for what they thought was for good
Is it right that we let their voices fall silent?
They'd be telling their stories if they only could
Let us be their voices for reasons they died
On battlefields to ward off injustice
If we know what they meant let's share it with all
Their passion should be cause for our notice
PRAYER
"You pray in your distress and in your need; would that you might pray also in the fullness of your joy and in your days of abundance."
KHALIL GIBRAN
COUNTING BLESSINGS
Dear God, hi, I'm just checking in
I'm awful sorry that it is usually about scrapes I've been in
But I feel so blessed today, I don't really know why
I just came to realize that life gets me high
With my coffee in my hand, on the porch I am sitting
Thinking about time wasted on things not worth regretting
After all, my mistakes have been for life's lessons
Doesn't that make my errors more like blessings?
The breeze feels good and sounds like song
As it blows through the trees and the birds sing along
Is the sky bluer today for some reason?
Perhaps it seems so at the start of this season
Winter was rough at times, I must say
But the glistening snow brought beauty to each day
Spring always looks like hope on the horizon
Must be the the fresh air, I'm just realizing
But anyway I thought I'd just say hello
Thank you again for the fireflies that glow
I appreciate the feeling of the sun on my face
You are the Creator of such a wonderful place
JOHN HENRY JOWETT was an Anglican Missionary and Author who lived 1787-1855. He worked in Malta, Syria, and Palestine.
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"Gratitude is a vaccine, an antitoxin, and an antiseptic."
THE CURE
Coughing regrets, wheezing past pain
Bleeding tears from scars that remain
Limping on fears nothing will heal
Wounds that you dwell on that YOU choose to feel
A dose of gratitude, the wonder drug
Is a cure, yes it is, for the woe is me bug
If you walk into darkness just turn on the light
The cure is the blessings that pop into sight
JOHN HENRY JOWETT was an Anglican Missionary and Author who lived 1787-1855. He worked in Malta, Syria, and Palestine.
"Life without thankfulness is devoid of love and passion. Hope without thankfulness is lacking in fine perception. Faith without thankfulness lacks strength and fortitude. Every virtue divorced from thankfulness is maimed and limps along the spiritual road."
AS I PAINT MY PICTURE
How often I have walked my day with a chip on my shoulder
Too often I have entertained regrets as I grow older
So often I have found a way to paint my world black
Far too many times I lived for looking back
Then just like a bolt of lightening reality strikes my thoughts
So often I'd been thankful for the many breaks I caught
Most people in my life brought me joy instead of pain
So many blessings to count each day that will remain
The sun will be there tomorrow, this fact I choose know
The dark nights will be sprinkled with the brightest stars aglow
Flowers will rise above any weeds that dare to grow
Refreshing it will be with the cool winds that blow
Blue skies will replace the memories that feed my regrets
Children's laughter will be a reason for the joy life begets
Accomplishments I remember will erase my youthful errors
And I know along with my loved ones, God still cares
As I paint my final picture during my twilight years
I will use the brightest colors replacing any lingering tears
Flowers will represent the gratitude that blossoms in my soul
A rainbow will depict my spirit, not the fact I'm growing old
Guard against the impostures of pretended patriotism.
George Washington
WHO DAT?
He salutes the flag and speaks of unity
He is a cool president with vast immunity
He thinks he serves our country well
But his agenda is plummeting us into hell
He speaks of saving the poor
From the conniving rich outside their door
Look deeper at what he intends it to be
He was sent to break our economy
Like the tender stoking the fire
His fuel sends our debt higher and higher
He spends more than tax can possibly cover
As he continues his quest, a Socialist lover
He stands before the flags each day
Convincing he is with what he'll say
A poser in the truest form and style
He will pretend to be a patriot for a little while
PATRIOTISM
"True patriotism isn’t cheap. It’s about taking on a fair share of the burden of keeping America going."
Robert Reich
PATRIOTISM
A state of mind, it's not
Just a public face it should not be
It must not run from cold to hot
It is the truest reason for our liberty
A patriot will get chills
At any act of bravery
His pride will over-spill
At the condemnation of slavery
Patriotism is not just red, white, and blue
It is all human colors and faiths combined
It is the strongest feeling inside of you
To embrace your countrymen of every kind
Patriotism is the unbreakable will
To right our country's wrong
A patriotic heart is filled
With the magic potion that keeps us strong
It is a feeling meant to be shared
A common goal to celebrate
It is a culmination of those who cared
And have chosen pursuing love, not hate
In 1960 JFK was elected....he said this:
"We would like to live as we once lived but history will not permit it."
"Our acceptance must be that times change. Our memories are of that we once lived and hopefully cherish. Our lesson is that circumstances good and bad are created by our choices. Our assignment is to use our free will to make the right choices that will benefit the majority. Our duty is to stay involved and not become apathetic." M. Beatty
Spiro Agnew who served as Vice-President under Richard Nixon said:
"Yippies, Hippies, Yahoos, Black Panthers, Lions and Tigers alike----I would swap the whole damn zoo for the kind of young Americans I saw in Vietnam."
I'M WHITE, SEEING RED, AND FEELING BLUE
The attention they would seek
When their time was at its peak
Permeated our tv screens
With outrageous, sometimes violent scenes
You must wonder who they are today
Now that yuppies and hippies have gone away
It is surely not a mystery
They had left their mark on history
Black panthers drove a racial wedge
Amid the goodness of Dr. Kings solemn pledge
Someday we would walk together
And color would not matter
Lives of icons we embraced
By assassin's bullets would be erased
JFK, Bobby, and Martin how
Would you see our country now?
That kind of leadership is rare at best
We continue to settle for less and less
With our treasury so overdrawn
Where has all the prosperity gone?
In the forties we were proud to fight
And understood a veteran's plight
Once patriots well supported
Today their troubles are under-reported
The attention that they garner
The far left loons that drag us under
Aren't they the hippies from yesteryear
Who demeaned the country that most held dear?
Black Panthers still divide us
Politicians override us
Half the population strives
While the other half just stays alive
Two cars in every garage, the hope
Now two welfare modes in life to cope
In darkness we must hide away
It's the only place we have to pray
But pray, I will and must
I still believe In God We Trust
Though knocked down I won't surrender to
The destruction of red, white, and blue
The primary goal of collectivism...of Socialism in Europe and contemporary Liberalism in America, is to enlarge government supervision of individual lives. This is done in the name of equality. People are to be conscripted into one large cohort, everyone equal, (although not equal in status or power to the governing class) in their status as wards of self-aggrandizing government.
George Will
WE THE LITTLE PEOPLE
See us all as little people
Equal in all ways
Equal to heed the laws that bind us
And to do what government says
See the government benefit
By the power they gain
When We the Little People
Are all who remain
Personally, I don't think the slight corruption of a child manipulating his parents need escalate into the height of political corruption. It takes an evil mind to equate and justify such an escalation of manipulation into full blown corruption. M. Beatty
This is what SAUL ALINSKY had to say about CORRUPTION. He makes it sound like such a common thing, even acceptable.
"Life is a corrupting process from the time a child learns to play his mother off against his father in the politics of when to go to bed; he who fears corruption fears life."
CORRUPTION
In what evil minds is it respectable
Much less now acceptable
That simple manipulation should rise
To the heights of pure political corruption
It need not be a fact of life
To indulge in premeditated internal strife
In a move to induce
Our economic destruction
The commonality of government lies
Cover up and domestic spies
Yet half us us can't find a way to
See past their malevolent disguise
Corrupt the courts, corrupt the schools
Call fellow Americans racist fools
Division is among
This government's favorite tools
When we'll condone the parity, inviting mass polarity
Rise corruption in popularity
We the People will be the ones
Who lose prosperity
Corrupted Senate, corrupted House
Reward with lifetime terms the louts
Ensure the votes
Embrace the layabouts
Tax the workers, reward the shirkers
Socialism reigns in several versions
We the People are sheep
The government becomes the herders
Who would wish it would come to this
For better times we reminisce
When will everyone realize
Government corruption drove us off this cliff?
"Vision is the art of seeing what is invisible to others." Jonathon Swift
VISION
Shall we care to see or dare to see it
If your head's in the clouds, so be it
But I have made my decision
I choose to have some vision
Dream a little dream for me
Please tell me what the dreamers see
I'm one who believes that dreams come true
Fresh new visions are overdue
What becomes invisible to some is lost
Vital pieces overlooked and tossed
Catch a glimpse of what goes unseen
Calculate what others mean
Lend someone an ear one day
Listen intently to the things they say
The perfect moment may pass you by
If you let your vision escape your eye
JONATHAN SWIFT
"Laws are like cobwebs, which may catch small flies, but let wasps and hornets break through."
WHO GETS CAUGHT
Lawmakers attempt to cast a net
But who are the fish they tend to get?
Tiny people of no consequence remained
In the net they are detained
The big and powerful go bursting through
Or grease a palm, that's what they do
Sleazy crooks can slip away
Cunning lawyers will have their say
Who is caught, does it matter not?
The innocent, there are a lot
Why some get through, who knows?
Beating the system is how it goes
JONATHAN SWIFT was a Irish writer, satirist, poet, essayist. It seems he wrote everything. And quite an interesting fellow was he.
"Proper words in proper places make the true definition of style."
WELL PUT
Say what? You say.
Perhaps it is just the way you say it.
Soothing words said into an ear
Nose to nose in anger spray it
Insinuate, demonstrate, accentuate, and intimate
Articulate and interrogate
Is it what is said? No wait!
It is how it's said, I speculate
It is proper words in a certain place
Not bitter words at at random
Best said words are face to face
Not cold text running rampant
HER INDEPENDENCE
How desperate she was in her well chosen dress
Only fifteen, her life is a mess
Showing her thighs and her pink perky breasts
She would ask for thirty but knew she'd take less
Drawn by the mystery freedom could bring
How dare they say no about a nose piercing ring
Her parents had forbidden just too many things
All the others she knew were adorned with such bling
One night in the dark she would tiptoe away
She was almost grown, so what could they say
She hitchhiked to a city so far away
And was turned out by a pimp the very next day
So the nose ring glitters in the overhead streetlight
Second hand stilettos added inches to her height
She's going to feel old and tired after a long busy night
It crosses her mind , yeah, her parents were right
Another young girl asleep on a table
Some tried to rescue her, no one was able
The last appointment she made had proved to be fatal
Just fifteen years ago she was safe in her cradle
The Dark Hole
Where are all the ladders?
Who took the rope?
Am I to linger down here
How am I to cope?
Whoever pushed me down here
It doesn't really matter
But who took my rope?
Who took my ladder?
Someone to share my burdens
I don't need to see
With just a rope or a ladder
I can get myself free
Ah, but what are all these faces
Staring from above me?
Whose voices are these
Proclaiming to love me?
To hell with the ladder
To hell with the rope
I'm about to be lifted
By the loving hands of hope
"When it comes to a spiritual person they become more noticeable by their actions." Jim Dixon
HER ANGEL
Sullen and hopeless she sat and stared
Back at a world that hadn't cared
Although she made not a single demand
A loving stranger touched her hand
He looked into her eyes to see
A break in her reality
What caused this lady to succumb
To this helpless mass that she's become?
He hugged her and he wiped her tear
Whispered words she needed to hear
Stroked her hair and planted a kiss
On the forehead of this falling miss
There, that day, she sat and prayed
Amid the shattered dreams she carefully laid
Someone had betrayed her trust
What she called love was another's lust
An angel answered her prayers that day
And wiped the salty tears away
She had not seen him but could feel him there
And in a fleeting moment she became aware
She had let the devil into her life
Yearning to become a wife
Now with a spiritual act and words unspoken
The evil spell had now been broken
In a miraculous moment of regained respect
She got to her feet to stand erect
As her angel left he waved and smiled
She had the courage to walk another mile
"You can’t change who you are, but you can change what you have in your head, you can refresh what you’re thinking about, you can put some fresh air in your brain."
Ernesto Bertarelli
WASTE
Such stale air can permeate
An idle mind in an idle state
Who can justify a life to waste
Because of dreams that go un-chased?
The fact that I can plant a seed and it becomes a flower, share a bit of knowledge and it becomes another’s, smile at someone and receive a smile in return, are to me continual spiritual exercises.
Leo Buscaglia American Author 1924-1998
HIDDEN MIRACLES
A baby born from a moment free
Found beneath a majestic tree
A stolen kiss within the shade
Who knows what the union of two have made
Who is to know what a mind will know
Within the child that we watch grow?
Is the key to peace hidden inside his soul
As we watch this child's life unfold?
JOSHUA CHAMBERLAIN
"The power of noble deeds is to be preserved and passed on to the future."
RATINGS
While the media touts the tragedies
Shows photos of the sinister crooks
Runs video of a bank robbery
And dwells on what they took
The pedifile coach is headlines
As is the teacher pregnant by her student
Someone brings a gun to school
The reports say he was dared to do it
Comes there now a noble deed
That should cause us to be astounded
But it didn't make the news today
Because some low life was surrounded
Perhaps if goodness was of more interest
And tv ratings would rise
We would see more positive in the news
Than the evil we should despise
WE CAN STILL FEEL THE LOVE
Did it not feel good
When we were united
Flags flew like they should
People were excited
Fire engines led the parades
Down Main Street on holidays
Uniforms with golden braids
Adorned flag carrying vets, bands played
Patriotic songs, hands saluted or covered the heart
Nothing could tear our citizens apart
Tragedies brought tears
Terrorism drove our fears
But after the most devastating act of all
As America watched the towers fall
We were compelled to grasp for hope
And in the love for one another this country learned to cope
Too many were lost
Too steep was the cost
When hijacked planes swooped down from above
But it also proved we can still feel the love
THAT BOY
I knew that little boy
Such a little imp
It is such a sad story
How he got that limp
He legs carried him to medals
He wore around his neck
The footballs he caught
Earned him the fan's respect
He had a heart for his country
Was from a long line of vets
He sits at the window in his wheelchair
How soon people forget
"Of what use is a memory of facts, if not to serve as an example of good and evil."
Alfred de Vigny French Poet 1797-1863
REMEMBER
We can't erase the images that caused such pain
But if we could, what would be gained?
The difference between pleasure and angst
Would be forever lost in the dust of the past
Just how can we learn to feel?
What would drive our need to heal?
If devastation was so easily swept away
With the receding waters into the bay
"Being brilliant is no great feat if you respect nothing."
Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe
German writer 1749-1773
HE PLAYS THE GAME
Brilliant? They say
And he overcame
A bastard and not of one race or the other
Absent father, was raised by his mother
Respect? Is it deserved?
Using his minority status, self served!
Just mediocre at best with his knowledge
But considered uprising as a young man post-college
A whore to a billionaire with political aspirations
A puppet to an agenda to control legislation
Respect for others is absolutely missing
Can he respect himself amid the asses he's kissing?
"What feeds the ocean that builds a wave so powerful as to erode the shore and take it in pieces back into its depths? What feeds a government that does the same to its people?"
Marian Beatty
The quote is from MIKE PENCE, American Politician born 1959.
"Our Founders insisted that protecting the state’s power to govern themselves was vital to limit the power of Washington and preserve freedom."
"Unfortunately, the states have been looking to the Feds to get them over too many humps. More unfortunately, this practice has fed the Feds more power." Marian Beatty
"POWER translates into authority and when the people of a Republic grant authority (power) to a representative they expect that person do just that...REPRESENT!" Jim Dixon
"Good intentions can run amuck when power becomes mixed with money and the possibility of gaining even more power." Jim Dixon
"Power is like that first potato chip where one taste leads us to eating the whole bag. Soon we are over weight and suffering from all kinds of physical ailments as a result of our gluttony." Jim Dixon
The quote is from MIKE PENCE, American Politician born 1959.
"Power is an instrument of fatal consequence. It is confined no more readily than quicksilver, and escapes good intentions as easily as air flows through mesh."
OUR FORMER STRENGTH, GONE
Powerful as we had been in the eyes of the world
Respect rose in unison as the stars and stripes unfurled
Those who tried to oppose us became the ones defeated
Bold attacks like Pearl Harbor will never be repeated
Strong as we had been with leaders who would not back down
Admirals and generals with courage in the war room all around
Fear rose up in the enemy when our boots were on the ground
Has it come to but a whisper, our most intimidating sound?
As we hail a yellow leader who breaks bread with all the stars
Plays a round of golf or two, barely breaking par
He won't put the blame on terrorist for who knows whatever reason
Media will protect him for his wanton acts of treason
Weak now that we are in the eyes of the world
Stars and stripes are burned the moment they're unfurled
Christianity becomes a target and Jihad a fact of life
Our leaders protect the very ones who cause the world strife
Executive priority is to cover up the blunders that prevail
Lies escape their spokesmen each time that they exhale
Weak is our economy, in size our government grows
How much more can we be regulated? Anybody knows
Half of our population survive on public doles
Taxation and unemployment have put the middle class in holes
Obamacare has our heath care as critical at best
The war on Christianity leaves fewer of us blessed
Indoctrination permeates our youth in all our schools
But what the heck the liberal set think our president is cool
The rise of terror grows and the president denies it
Let's hand him one big kite and encourage him to fly it
The following quote is from JOHN ADAMS,.
"Government is instituted for the common good, for the protection, safety, prosperity, and happiness of the people, and not for profit, honor, and private interest of any one man, family or class of men; therefore, the people alone have incontestable, unalienable and indefensible right to institute government, and reform, alter, or totally change the same, when their protection, safety, prosperity and happiness requires it."
PROGRESSIVISM
Behold a government created by our forefathers
To be made up of those elected
Who will serve our inalienable rights
With the laws that WE selected
They would see to our protection
Safety and prosperity
Uphold the freedom of our speech
With the utmost of integrity
There came the so called representatives
For their profit have become the whore
Of special interest groups
Who come knocking at their door
They settle in for life
Voting themselves the cushy perks
Why can't the people see
They make the voters look like jerks
Now why not throw in a so-called leader
With his socialistic tendencies
Who with promises of a life
of welfare
Will control their entities
Dancing at the end of strings
Controlled by rich and powerful men
Are the president and his minions
Charged to do our economy in
It all comes down to reality
That if the pursuit of happiness has become
People wallowing in self imposed poverty
Have let this government run
They run away with our liberty
As they take from those who dare to earn
And purposely break our economy
Roasting their marshmallows as we burn
"Happy is the man who has broken the chains which hurt the mind, and has given up worrying once and for all." Ovid
THINK POSITIVE?
I doubt if it is possible
But miracles do exist
If only it could be probable
I never could resist
I'd erase my mind of worry
Trust that things will go my way,
But my peaceful thoughts would scurry
And give me twice the angst for days
~~
"Happy are those who dare courageously to defend what they love." Ovid
ONE VOICE
I'm a grizzly bear with a cub
I keep him close to me
I'm a patriot with a club
Who defends my liberty
I am a clown with a painted smile
Who could turn immediately to rage
When a terrorist invades my country
In violent, underhanded ways
I am first and foremost an American
Who will sing our anthem right on cue
I salute our symbol, our beloved flag
I bleed freely red, white, and blue
I am happy with my choice
To love God and fellow man
And I am but one single voice
Please join me if you can
~~
"In our leisure we reveal what kind of people we are." Ovid
"Do you really want to know what I'm about? Sit right down for a leisurely chat and open any subject. I love, I live to share!" M. Beatty
~~
Ovid was a Roman poet born 43 BC.
"Yes, Mother, I can see you are flawed. You have not hidden it. That is your greatest gift to me."
Alice Walker
THE ODD MOM
There were times that you embarrassed me
Some personally, some indirect
But my memories continue to be
Mostly pleasing I suspect
So you liked to take me out for pie
As I wore my band uniform
I felt so exposed that I could die
In that outfit I had worn
You tried to share your fashion sense
And presented to me with pride
The most ridiculous pair of clown pants
In lime green and orange stripes
It didn't really occur to you
That such garb was meant to be
Worn by disco dancers
And by pimps on crime tv
But being the dutiful daughter
I wore them to the dance
I wasn't drawn and quartered
But all had their share of laughs
Then I always must remember
How cool our friends thought you were
With the top down in December
To pay off a bet that had occurred
You had the greatest records
And spun them at the hop
You raced your souped up '57 Ford
Loudly down the block
Mom, you always kept us wondering
What kind of antics you'd show next
Though embarrassing moments brought suffering
In my life there are no regrets
It turns out my friends adored you
And wanted you for their own
The teenaged days that I lived through
I've clearly not outgrown
No one is born to perfection
And my life was quite askew
But now I look at my reflection
And who I'm seeing now is you
I've acquired all your idiosyncrasies
And your bold infectious ways
From a lifetime of played out fantasies
Which made growing up the good old days
WHAT CAN I SAY?
The book of parenthood is never closed
There is never a story that says "the end"
In what world is it supposed
In time the sadness will ebb and when?
The loss is an unnatural act
The pain may slightly subside
But the memories keep coming back
There is never a place to hide
What can I say to a parent at such a loss
That true agony has been compiled
Most will never experience the bitter cost
To a parent who has lost a child
There are never any appropriate words
That can be said by me or you
True sympathy can't come in verbs
Sometimes only a sincere hug will do
Though they yearn inside for closure
A light in the tunnel they will never see
At any inadvertent exposure
Old scars will open up to bleed
Captain Max Lerner said in an article, “all I have to do is think of my own Mother and sisters and the way they felt every time the doorbell rang.”
THE REALITY OF WAR
Off to war they have gone
Sons and daughters wave "So long!"
They all expect to return
But their parents' lives will crash and burn
What hell could ever bring
Is the doorbell that would ring
The foreign skirmish had set in stone tonight
Their beloved children aren't coming home alive
It is only a fact of war
Lives are taken and others torn
The anguish becomes to move on
In a life that has become far too long
"The human heart does not stay away too long from that which hurt it most. There is a return journey to anguish that few of us are released from making."
Lillian Smith American Novelist 1897-1966
A MOTHER'S LOSS
Once a hapless little egg
Had made it journey only to be joined
By a seed of love on its final leg
To wherever it was going
Destiny was forever changed
My life would never be my own again
I was to be forever chained
To that little life from way back when
It is the severed string that brings the pain
When her child embarks to a place unknown
She thinks it will never be the same again
Once her little one is now on his own
Though he grew and found a brand new life
And I was sent to find my own again
He embraced a journey and a loving wife
And left me with memories from way back when
But alas, I have returned
To the journey he has offered to share
There is one thing I have learned
As a mother I'm a millionaire
The French Novelist Honore de Balzae (1799-1850) said that “a mother who is really a mother is never free.”
WHEN LIFE BECAME A PRISON
That new life inside of me
Had brought new responsibility
Now life would never be my own again
Until my baby was grown...and then
I felt every little bump and bruise
His losses and his teenaged blues
When he fell in love I felt his joy
And at the birth of his new baby boy
Yes it is true I will never be free again
But though chains would bind me I remember when
Before I ever knew the sheer overtaking
Of a new life we were making
When my life became a prison
With that little life I was given
I never thought that being bridled
Could be euphoria never rivaled
He is always and forever to be in my heart and on my mind
The truest form of love could never be denied
I was to have my purpose yet defined
When that little life I held became part of mine
Another definition of Mother besides a women in relation with a child is “something that gives rise to something else.”
THE MOTHERHOOD CAROUSEL
From the moment of conception comes a glow
That only other mothers seem to know
It is like a miracle has taken over
An unexplained tingling begins all over
As that precious new life begins to grow
The tenacity of being a mother we know too well
Harm our child and one will confront the wrath of hell
Amid the tenderness inside,
The unconditional love, and yes the pride
Forever riding on a motherhood carousel
Winston Churchill:
All the great things are simple, and many can be expressed in a single word: freedom, justice, honor, duty, mercy, hope.
A PATRIOT'S PROMISE
We will feel the freedom in our prideful hearts
From our honor and hope our liberty starts
"It is our duty!" the patriots cry
Saluting our flag as it's carried by
Have mercy someday upon our souls
As patriots we have fulfilled our roles
It was our truth that caused justice to prevail
Courage the reason we refused to fail
HONOR
You will never do anything in this world without courage. It is the greatest quality of the mind next to honor.
Aristotle
TRUTH AND JUSTICE
Sit upon a steed of white
Waving the flag of honor high
Let loose the doves in freedom's flight
Your truth and courage in great supply
Armed with honesty a battle righteous
Takes place to cause the liars' fall
To overtake us, how dare they try us
When truth and justice propels us all
James Madison. Born 1751 and died 1836.
The people are the only legitimate foundation of power, and it is from them that the Constitutional Charter, under which several branches of government hold their power is derived.
MY QUESTIONS
Where have all the people gone?
Why are the Constitutionalists few?
When will more stand to break the power
The government has gained over you?
How do people explain their apathy?
Since when has it been ok to take
The fruits of the labor of our fellow man?
Get off your duffs for Heaven's sake!
Can our constitution still support us
As our government erases her meaning?
What are we doing as The White House takes charge?
Don't we find the growing laws and regulations demeaning?
For those of us who resent the intrusion
Of growing government into our affairs
We'll continue fighting for the rights we were promised
There are still patriots who passionately care
The quote is from MOHAMMAD ALI JINNAH. He was a politician in Pakistan who lived 1876-1948.
You have to stand guard over the development and maintenance of Islamic democracy, Islamic social justice, the equality of manhood on your own soil.
ADAPT
Don't bring it here, your politics
Leave it behind from where you fled
Live here, accept our way
We won't bow to what Allah has said
This, after all is a Christian society
Your intrusion, I find it quite odd
You are welcome to stay if you don't question our way
And most of all don't dis our God!
Ronald Reagan:
One way to make sure crime doesn’t pay would be to let the government run it.
A SAD GOODBYE
Once the finest restaurant
Where the tastiest steaks were found
We are now a greasy burger joint
With the poorest meat that's ground
We once had fine young waiters
With eyes forward toward success
Now old burger flippers
Are content to live in all the mess
Once a country with values
And patriotic pride
We find that half the citizens
Are just looking for a ride
Once with leaders like George and Abe
And fine folks who we elected
Our country is run by thieves and perverts
We blindly have selected
I fear someday I will open the paper
And right there above the crease
Is our country's obituary
May she finally rest in peace
One can be a brother only in something. Where there is no tie that binds men, men are not united but merely lined up.
Antoine de Saint-Exupery
French Pilot & Author 1900-1944
LET'S DANCE
Are we to be caught up in a line
Always a step ahead, or two behind
Because we are all caught up
In just whatever is on our individual minds?
Can't we gather in a circle
Red, yellow, dark, and fair
Planning like destinations
We'll face together there
?
Will we continue our journey hand in hand
No longer showing teeth and claws
Stepping forward in loving unison
To stand up for one like cause?
Can we bury all our differences
And form a new romance
Make life a celebration
And say to one and all "Let's dance"?
DELETE THE NEGATIVE
THE INTERNET OF LIFE
Open the windows
Click on the sun
Download some rainbows
Search for some fun
Install happy programs
I'm sure you'll afford
Delete all the negatives
Your hard drive absorbed
EXPECT PROBLEMS AND EAT THEM FOR BREAKFAST
SCORE ONE FOR HOPE
If you wake up to a problem
Just put it in a bowl
Bury it in sugar
Let nice fresh cold milk flow
Wash it down with fresh squeezed juice
Enjoy your coffee as a chaser
See your new day on positive terms
Meet hope and tightly embrace her
WILLIAM HAZLITT, the English Critic.
"The love of liberty is the love of others; the love of power is the love of ourselves."
"The life of liberty is such a Cumbaya event, I find it hard to understand why only half of us are patriots who will throw down over our right to retain it." Marian Beatty
"Those who love liberty want freedom for all (generally) and so it shows that you are not only thinking of just yourself but other people." Sharon Krogman
"Perhaps the fact that we who love liberty want it for all is our Achilles heal...we resort to our power to "impose" it on the world." Marian Beatty
"Our Achilles heel is complacency. Freedom is comfortable and in our comfort our willingness to appreciate it and fight for it is limited to only those who care enough to sacrifice what is necessary to keep it. All the sacrifices these days are on the shoulders of our military. There are a few select patriots but not enough to offset those who prefer government dependency.". James Dixon
WHY?
We sing the moving songs around the campfire
We wave the flag proudly every Forth of July
We bless the bounty before us on Thanksgiving
But we don't all resist the evil, I wonder why?
Why do some bemoan the success of all the others?
How can some resort to taking at every curve?
The fact that takers rue the self sustaining hand that feeds them
Continues to sicken me and hit my tender nerve
The ones who let the power own them for the right to bread and water
And make the choice to leave their liberty behind them
Will drag the patriots down the road to social justice
And sentence us all to the proverbial chains that bind them
"Deception that goes without consequence becomes a way of life if it is there we submit to linger."
Marian Beatty
"I don't know if deception is an art or not...there isn't anything artful about deceiving which is in fact an action that involves lying and fraud, a pure form of trickery and treachery. I guess it becomes an art if you benefit or make personal gain as a result of a creative way to hide or destroy the truth."
"We hear something long enough and it becomes a truth in our own minds and thus in the end we all know so much which is just not so. Just think...all these years I believed that I could go blind by masterbating!"
James Dixon
"Sometimes it’s necessary to be critical and even to come off as negative is ok. Deception is no laughing matter and there’s no way to spin it to make it look good!"
Sharon Krogman
Life is the art of being well deceived; and in order that the deception may succeed it must be habitual and uninterrupted.
William Hazlitt English Critic 1778-1830
LIFE & LIES
Since our life's inception
We've submitted to deception
With little or no reflection
We accept our daily injection
Led through our mindless days
Lies told are facts that stay
It becomes our habitual way
In deception we are thrown to play
They lie to explain the evil
To cover the upheaval
If life is ever real
It's just for moments we can steal
They lie to always convince you
And vow to recompense you
Will truth ever come to the rescue?
And dishonesty discontinue?
With the media as co-conspirators
And half the country paid inferiors
Like a deadly boa constrictor
They tend to squeeze each bold inquisitor
What confuses me the most
Is we accept our daily dose
From politicians we won't expose
They continue with their control
HERACLITUS, the Greek Philosopher.
"Justice will take over fabrication of lies and false witnesses."
GOVERNMENT DECEPTION
The government sees We the People expendable
And amid their lies they are less than dependable
Seems to me they would become confused
With all the lies they tend to use
They are living in a house of cards
And should we blow it will come down hard
Just how much will it take until we're convinced
And get locked into our common sense?
Government deception is the root of evil
We live condemned in economic upheaval
They stretch the truth until it's abused
And it is we who pay for the lies they used
Will justice come and finally prevail
For those we elected and our trust they failed?
Will the lies boil over and eventually spill
To expose the traitors on Capitol Hill
I do not think much of a man who is not wiser today than he was yesterday.
Abe Lincoln
COMPLACENCY
How did you like your koolaide today?
Is it something you use to delay your decisions?
If you refuse to drink it will it force you to learn?
Are you caught up in life's inhibitions?
Do you truly enjoy being led by your hand
Connected to politicians who say they know best?
Stuck in a vacuum of minimal knowledge
Just going along with the rest
Is it easier to stay plugged in to yesterday's facts
As you fail to expand your own mind?
You are so cozy in familiarity, it is how you adapt
It's much easier to be the following kind
So, go drink your koolaide and bury your head
Let those with ambition take control
Don't even bother getting out of your bed
Just sit in the audience rather taking a role
Yesterday is but today’s memory, and tomorrow is today’s dream.
Khalil Gibran
CONTROL
Skipping around the past in childlike glee
Or viewing it all as torturous memories
Whatever you see in mind's time machine
Should never alter whatever future you dream
Today's decisions when all is said and done
Are tidbits of yesterday that has only just begun
It is really just a continuum of a lifetime of things
And you are the puppeteer controlling the strings
