What should I write about?
I can't seem to think.
My poetry talent is filling with doubt,
It seems to be as bad as my lackluster "wink"
Maybe I will write about my life?
How much I love who I am.
I could write about my strife,
Or how I strike life like a battering ram.
Those all seem so "cliche"
I need to think DEEP.
Should I write about today?
Or how I didn't get any sleep?
No one cares about those things...
But what can I make interesting?
I cold exaggerate my love life...
Nope, that wouldn't be anything.
All right. Here we go. I'll write what first comes to mind.
I will close my eyes and wait,
And hope there is something to find.
Just set my thoughts strait...
Roses are red,
Violets are blut,
This prom won't work,
Maybe I should write a haiku
Okay, I admit it!
I can't write poetry.
But maybe someday Ill gain wit
And create wonderful comedy.
O how the thought of God attracts
And draws the heart from earth,
And sickens it from passing shows
And dissipating mirth!
Tis not enough to save our souls,
To shun the eternal fires;
The thought of God will rouse the heart
To more sublime desires.
God only is the creature's home,
Though rough and strait the road;
Yet nothing less can satisfy
The love that longs for God.
Oh, utter but the Name of God
Down in your heart of hearts,
And see how from the world at once
All tempting light departs.
A trusting heart, a yearning eye
Can win their way above;
If mountains can be moved by faith
Is there less power in love?
How little of that road, my soul,
How little hast thou gone!
Take heart and let the thought of God
Allure thee further on.
Dole not thy duties out to God,
But let thy hand be free;
Look long at Jesus, His sweet blood-
How was it dealt to thee?
The perfect way is hard to flesh;
It is not hard to love;
If thou wert sick for want of God
How swiftly wouldst thou move!
Be docile to thine unseen Guide;
Love Him as He loves thee;
Time and obedience are enough,
And thou a saint shalt be.
Frederick William Faber
The girl standing in front of me,
Is just an empty shell.
You used to be so funny,
But you dragged her strait to hell.
I want to first start this off by saying
That I'm not writing this because I hate homosexuals or anything like that
I love you guys beyond belief that is why I'm writing this and this may offend some people
So you've been warned
I'm just tired of candy coating the truth
so here goes nothing.....
God loves you
God loves you so very much
Even if your homo
And I know what your thinking
The bible says if a man lays with another man
It is an abomination
But let me tell you this
Yes the bible is strait forward
But it also gives you the tools to work around that
To all the homosexuals out there
I love you man/girl/mangirl
You guys are awesome people
But you guys* need* and I can not stress this enough NEED to get close to god
Go to church
Get a bible
Read the bible
And everytime you make love to your partner
You must pray for forgiveness for not only that but for all your sins
And on your death bed you must pray for forgiveness for everything you have done
Oh and you must tell people about god too
Or else their blood will be poured on you
God will ask you why you didn't help that person
And trust me none of you want to go to hell for something as stupid as telling someone god loves them lol ok guys
To not only the homos but to all of the world
GOD LOVES YOU!!!!!!!!!^_^
~the king of spades
A well lit room in the middle of nothing
The characters realize this with the panning of the camera
there are no outside lights
but the silhouettes of the trees make faces in the dark frame of the window.
There is music playing in the other room
and the characters sit opposite
setting stage for imagined or realized opposition
as Chopin's (Op.9) Nocturne No. 1 in Bb Minor
plays looming overhead.
Man 1 looks up
the drink in front of him is near empty
crowded by fruit bowls and unopened letters.
Woman 1 breaks expectancies
she is drinkless
there is an equal look of regretful longing on their faces.
Man1 begins dialogue with overtones of seriousness, shame, and hisitance
he looks down on his drink with hollow eyes.
"You know I like you
and I know you like me
so I'm wondering what
if maybe I am mistaken"
Woman 1 has a look of confession, confusion, and regret on her face
as man 1 picks up his dark drink and stares at stirring cubes.
so many things go wrong
it would just be simpler if..."
builds anticipation and a sense of conflict in the scene.
Begin building music to rouse interest
as the camera pans strait up
over the table
a slow suspenseful back flip
to look at man 1's reaction
upside down at first and slowly twisting right up as he speaks.
Man 1: "definitely..... complicated.... never mind it then"
Man 1 seems unsurprised
the rigidity of his face spells disappointment.
The camera stares at an empty chair as he exits.
scramble flash back
the static moves backward
for the keen eyed audience.
Woman 1 talks about man 2
to woman 1.
(man 2 to woman 1)
grits his teeth
this is a moment of realization
that the previous scene
was always inevitable.
A figure rises shadowy
Woman 1 laments failure of man 2
( man 1 to woman 1)
previously falsely evaluated
(by woman 1)
to be true
emotions of love.
Pan screen left across scenes to half way point.
Voice of lamenting Woman.1's narration
and downtrodden face.
Build juxtaposition in right hand frame
between words of woman 1
and color filter memories
fuzzy at the edges where reality meets perception of it.
for flashback of man 1's reaction
to being #2
to his # 1.
Pan left full
scrolling past the ensueing mayhem of these twin scenes
to man 1
out of focus
representation of a loss of clarity.
" I remember the moment when I realized what I was.
When I realized my significance in perspective of what my goals required it to be.
A planet knowing it isn't the sun.
Nothing relies on me
independence is desperate loneliness.
I remember being a substitute
Being the settling point
a point of dissatisfaction
that there is something better.
I remember looking in the mirror and knowing I wasn't good enough
knowing I couldn't be
knowing that the step above me
ignored the role.
I remember being replaced
A step below utter disappointment.
Knowing that's me."
Tighten shot towards mouth
and increase focus.
The moment of clarity is indicated
with rising detail
a sharpness of lines as colors drain from the icy scene.
Dive into the mouth
They are our children, to be sure
These tiny verses scattered 'round
For each and every one
Was conceived within us
And born through the weary labor pangs
Of our minds
Some came easy
and were presented strait away into this shining world
While many others had a more difficult delivery
And we had to strain many hours- days even, before
They could be laid gently on the paper
as a whole,
And then comes the delight of parenthood.
Where we watch their daily progress among this sea of fellow children
Sometimes we are surprised by a little one's progress
As he soars among the ranks.
And occasionally our expectations are dropped.
By a quiet one's slowness at leaving the nest.
Because, just like children, we never know
what to expect from them.
But no matter the difference in success or failure,
We love them all equally.
Because each one was born from our musing
And we put in as much love and care for the first
As we did the latest
- whether we were conscious of it or not.
I am from the outdoors
from Febreeze and smoked salmon
I am from the snow covered hills
and the ice covered lakes
I am from the crowded hockey rink
the cheers and jeers
and the season ticket seats
familiar and worn
I'm from hunting and fishing
from Stacy and Layne
I'm from the military
and bad eyesight
from " 'Merica!", "Let's get DOWN!"
and raps about vicious kitties
I'm from Def Leppard, George Strait
and the Beach Boys
I'm from Hacienda and Chili's
caribou sausage and moose jerky
From the fishing hook my dad
stuck in his finger
The collarbone my brother broke on the ice... twice
This is where I come from
These things are my past
and my present
But the future is in the distance
around the bend
beyond the horizon
And I am eager for it to come
a daily conflict between myself and my beast
pulling strait fear from my enemy's eyes
pulling an impetuous style from the depths of my vest
goblins rolling up in business man dress
smashing small simple joints
leaving all the dead just to make a point
tie that tie made of horse guts
crossed sabers flashing fast cutting the cannon men
spewing black from their tips writing death from pen
i welcome you into my lions den
no reverence or repentance shall save you
swallow you whole
the great devourer: all your soul
crossed sabers flashing fast
cutting quicker no man can last
What I want to do in this writing is do a little stitching of the national fabric we can do that
Because it’s our country I will start with the great loss of America’s sweet heart Annette
Funicello I am fortunate to have several Mickey Mouse club tapes and Annette as an adult she
Does the introduction on each of them her favorite all time Disney movie is Bambi this not over
Reaching or doing harm to the fabric but from that long ago teaching from Walt that told
Children tragic facts of life and the most painful of all when they shot old Yeller and when the
Gun smoke cleared everyone was in tears any and all could use that to help against the plague
Of violence that rest heavy on this land it’s not guns it’s the human heart with its disregard and
Its dismal accounting that human life can be a means of assuaging deep hurts and
Misunderstanding you can never gain anything when you charge and cheat others especially of
Their sacred lives and not to pick on women but as this starts and continues with Annette what
A role model for the girls and women of today you’re going to cringe now women smoking and
Cussing is undignified it has always rested on virtuous women to hold the ground on being
Chase wisdom by itself says those endowments God gave the fairer sex are to be guarded it is
The true treasure of women hood but if you squander it in the attraction stage you will have a
Harder time getting what you really desire and that is real true love and affection if it’s being
Taught no one can see it its going to be the theme of this piece use people that we recognize as
Helpful on the subject matter were addressing next Walt first as a person then as a business
Person we mentioned Bambi so I can’t leave you without this story a dad learned a painful
Lesson from his five year old daughter he had a farm and this dear kept getting into the wrong
Place so he shot it and fixed it for dinner he was so pleased until this little voice said these
Words daddy why did you kill Bambi his chewing continued for an inordinate amount of time or
A chocking sensation was heard but know this in his mind signs were going up all over the place
No deer hunting before I start with Walt again this country needs a lot of stitching as my
Brother-in law said we need a grass roots movement we all know Walt to be fair and a loving
Person just as Annette describes him he knew everyone at the studio it didn’t matter who they
Were he cared and was interested in you since Annette was referring to her relationship with
Walt she told how on her sweet sixteenth birthday he came to see her and gave her a script for
Zorro that she was going to be in as a Birthday gift because he and everyone knew how big a
Crush she had on Guy Williams and then when her first child was born he sent all the characters
Over to serenade her we were never close to Walt Disney but we all are blessed by his life God
Gave to us we can emulate him as a wonderful role model and you can pick people in your area
You know we have a great man here though he is gone Jack Jeffrey’s no one finer represented
Our community he and wife ran a TV store it was a landmark of good will we can’t start clubs
But we can as a people intact these precious qualities of those mentioned above and this is not
A contradiction by reposting a piece I wrote before since then the threat of Asama Bin Laden
Has been dealt with but the malignant spirit that drove him still lives on and it is my continued
Way of supporting the troops
The Flame of Blessing
America’s warriors face dangers untold in a country unlike our own where violent war is a way of life
In evils caldron that burns with natural order hate, teaching laced with poison and murder is honorable
This can only thrive in a society that kills truth and then in falsehood their black robes invite all strife
Chaos butchery all manner of anarchy is used to try to subdue a people’s God given right to be free
Our troops in one way or another are set to burning Miss Liberty is in their hearts although latent
All that is needed to cause liberty’s flame to blaze is put these blessed ones in contact with tyranny
Every insult and criticism is leveled at the U.S. we need improvement but let evil show and be blatant
Ordinary kids from American streets will rise the last thing you will see is freedom blazing in their eyes
Black hearts are tuff pushing the weak and there fanaticism pretends at being brave every bully’s trait
These cannot be reasoned with madness has one cure annihilation this fight not for the faint hearted
The enemy needs a history lesson Tara, Iwo Jima; Omaha beach a brother hood reborn gun barrel strait
You posses by ideology penned by hell’s most convincing liar we come bearing truth then arms
God’s shadow first then Miss Liberty looms then the unquenchable prayers of a nation they pray for you
Peace, tranquility is worth our sacrifice you are left with a tattered rag a soiled flag marred by carnage
To bleed, true honor the making of a house of arms it will succeed in all war and conflict peace to accrue
We take God given might temper it with mercy and justice for all we are not timid in freedom’s fight
This is the my candle burning and my stitching of the tattered fabric of this once religious sacred
Country that I love and as all good people are pained by the shape it now exists in there is only
One hope a united people in the most Holy God who has kept us and allowed us such freedoms I
Will ask your patience one more time but if this wasn’t important I wouldn’t bother you in the
Most hated twins
Who are these two desperate characters revered but feared by all
To make their acutance few will volunteer those who know them well
All can tell by the drawn face and the tears that swell the pool where wisdom has her rule
Achievers welcome them as honored guest they withstood the test now they the richest blest
At mornings first blade of light they strike with all their might they the quickest to fight
Timorous to afraid how many have dwelt by waters undying well only to die unfulfilled
But others tried and they fell the well is to deep its where darkest shadows creep
We will be lost in these new surroundings the familiar there will be water there too
Yes stagnant unmoved guarded for naught its benefit was for the traveler going places
For you it will be your grave marker he talked and talked but venture on never
He said he was the clever one as his countenance slowly turned to stone killed by apathy
Green pastures call to find them in yourself health you will install
Few are they that were meant and born to reside in the same place you must go
If you stay rebuild the common and ordinary your monument then they will admire
Who stood to long and with all intention he gave it only words action was the wonder that was missing
Treading a narrow path in the end if you buried or squandered your talent divine wrath you will face
Cast your seed far and wide how can you not see the need sorrow has them tied
Push back the encircling darkness with the light in your heart that God did endow
Go and answer the door your guides are here I want you to meet two friends Pain and Adversity
Two finer companions you will never know Washington and his men befriended them at Valley Forge Concord, York town. Lincoln met them first at Bull Run Antietam I think he gave a little speech at Gettysburg. One birthed a nation the other saved a divided one thank you and God bless you
we gathered in a lighted tower
of a lower Manhattan promontory
to discursive ramblings
of bank industry experts
on the finer points of
towards a better better
we pique our ears to hear
of expert expertise
a panel of practitioners
a panoply of knowledge
and hands on insight
we are granted
in a corporate cocoon
13 flights up
off West Street
10 bucks a seat
30 for non-members
in soulless white rooms
divided by long
horizontal wall panels
bleached of all humanity
visualizing phantasmagoric vistas
of changing regulatory landscapes
in strait backed chairs
resembling the blanco armor acrylics
of Imperial Stormtroopers
on watch for Black Swans
the panel's moderator incants
if one appears
we told you so
if one fails to materialize
have earned their dear keep
the dais backdrop
a massive SONY plasma screen
stares down seminarians
with ruminative bleakness.
no digital blips or power points
will convey any meaning
turn a clever phrase
sprout a statistic
paint a pretty picture,
just the plain spoken word
of highly credentialed
speakers with bios
many paragraphs long
confers license to speak
the screens blackness
a perfect counter point
to a rooms spare whiteness
and pedestrian furbishment
save a day glow Warhol Print
of the heroic MTV moon walker
and a predominant majority
of Far Eastern attendees
questions from the floor
drizzle the panel
use tight selective language
of lexiconic colloquialisms
speaking a queer vernacular
of erudite bombastic bunk
questions are mumbled
with increasingly greater acuity
dancing around bank meltdowns
and global economic catastrophes
with a self anointed smug absolution
and poignant failure to acknowledge
a failures paternity
pink elephants and 800 pound gorillas
remain dance hall wallflowers
to be sure language evolves
the moderator instructs
as regulatory guidelines converge
to address market flux.
Is everyone comfortable with
the current acronyms
to describe our
best laid plans
and timely initiatives
to safeguard capital adequacy
and institutional solvency
right here in our own
little tower of Babel?
My tie is too tight
to clear my throat
I can't ask my question
of apples to apples
dust to dust
and oranges to tangerines
while the halting speech of others
is broken up
by timely ring tones
and Gene Autry's
Don't Fence Me In
every once in awhile
a chuckle is raised
we laugh about the score
in this inside baseball game
of capital requirements
and smart ass traders
plying bold arbitrage strategies
blowing us back to Basel I
after the global bank implosion
oh the hilarity
of credit crises and crashes
the jokes on us
the joke-sters R US
some begin to
urgently finger blackberries
sending confident commands
to be dutifully carried out
by young back office minions
hanging on every word
of unintelligible texts
eagerly biding time
the solid senders warm seat
in these cold blanched rooms
Closing the seminar
the moderator's summation
offered the thought
that her fondest hope remains
and the new
and that fewer regulators
will be needed to regulate
and we will continue
to be employed
reception for networking
in the next room
I move quickly
to fill my plate with brie
English tea crackers
and a smoky tangy cheese.
A fellow seminarian
He smiles and asks,
Whats your name?
What do you do?
I tell him
and ask the same.
He says he is 50
He sounds unsure
I bite into a chunk
of exotic cheese.
Cracker crumbs fall
onto the lapel
of my freshly pressed
Red China Blues