Her hand rested slight
Upon the book she'd found
Her bag across her shoulder
She was waiting for the sound
Of the door alarm at the B & N
I mean after all it was
Fifty nine volumes
On how to build a bomb
Found none to soon
On a shelf at the B & N
Abandoned by her lover
After too many fights
That was five years ago
A lot of lonely nights
Casing the B & N
Screaming out loud
At rush hour on the train
Was not an option
Nor was cocaine
Snorted at the B & N
Finally people milling round
She quietly lifted the solution
To her ravaged heart
All fifty nine on revolution
Into her bag at the B & N
Head down and weighted down
She walked to the exit
Waiting for someone
No one to prevent it
Except security at the B & N
At last the perfect patsy
Alarm rang, the man froze
And our spurned lover
To the opportunity arose
Ran out of the B & N
Ran to the parking lot
Her VW bug
Opened the door
Threw in what she'd lugged
59 looted at the B & N
Key from the drink holder
In her shaking hand
er rhrh rhrh vah-room
Such a brazen plan
Perpetrated at the B & N
Her eyes glowed wicked
With rage and revenge
Someone would pay
All would attend
This crime hatched at the B & N
The deed was done
She clung to the wheel
The accelerator floored
The tires squealed
Away, away from the B & N
I am not so noble that I would give up my life for someone else
Nor am I so forgiving that I would sit by and allow someone to trample me
I am selfish…
And self righteous
But not so much that I’d irresponsibly save someone just to brag about it
I used to dream
of being a great man
a heroic man
the kind that songs are sung of
stories are written of
The kind of man that leads people to victory
that sacrifices for the greater good
noble, honourable and courageous
But I realise now;
I am none of that - but;
I am a content man,
I am a happy man
In the end, I think I prefer to be happy
Oh~ how it hurts
To in-mind and absorb
My birthed place
No future I see's
A long years wait
It cuts and bleed me
Denied by unreasonable cause
How painful my present be
He waltz with pride
Dances in the eyes of many
Yet, the state is indebtedness
Into thy mother house
So, when our days uncertain
And our young generation is at stake
Let us swarmed ~ be bold together
For this noble cause & future sake.
note: sorry for some mistake... now it was finished....
Pauper prophet stands amid nobility's raucious crowd.
Beckoned forth, mocked for faith, punishingly proud.
Beams are set, noose is hung, gallant dress is donned.
The noble man, on pedestal, is smugly looking on.
Trumpets hasten allotted time; judgement,error-free.
Noble man; mortal witness, of the paupers' eternity.
When once in heav'ns of swelter'd glimmer'd heat,
The shock of all reflection in the sun
Oft charged all veins through body to the feet,
And Godly blessings kingdom I had won.
Twas all in first what men could want to dream,
All meat and grain with dozing nectar sweet,
My fingertips with lighting wrath may seem
All powerful, yet my inner part doth cheat.
Where is my heart? My noble heart then dies,
And leave the Gods where Godly power lies.
I ne'er thought I could boldly leave the clouds
And long lost father's thoughts then to destroy,
But 'neath those wand'ring feet can pass the shroud
To live in silent abstinence of joy.
Welcome to the noble life, the middle way
free of anguish and suffering,
loosening your grasps upon desire,
releasing your mind and soul from defilement
along this noble path.
The relationship between you and I
we are one
with all of this experience known as life
a pattern weaving its way through and amongst
other patterns and processes
the deeper we go
we only see more patterns
welcome to the noble life, the middle way.
please, enjoy your stay.