This poem represents one, of many, of life's journeys. A journey filled with tears, disappointments, and lies. Many years of watching relationships being tossed, people crossed, and still worse, years lost. Yet, one can never know when the sparks of faith will ignite. When you least expect it, it appears. With it, strength for some enabling them to overcome. You are a new person, with a cause and a reason to add to your "being". You have direction with a spiritual goal as your sole purpose. A faith, borne of pain, now bringing you into His inner circle. A circle filled with this bright light. A light that will never be extinguished, because it has now become a real part of you--a part of  your very soul.


I never sought your money, never sought your gold
all I ever asked, was for the truth to be told
while time has passed, my hope has faded
G-d only knows, how long I had waited

Memories I have as a little boy, once happy just to play with my toy
but as I grew up my mind did ponder, if truth really existed over yonder
reaching adulthood I saw for myself, the lies which my soul had been fed
only by the grace of G-d was I prevented, my steps to purgatory from being led

Now I am older, being blessed with a family of my own
left with so many questions, and still very very much alone
perhaps if only I could make sense, to understand who you really are
a chance to at least to be able, with hope to remove this scar

And you my forebearer, although you brought me into being
you gave me my strength, but my faith gave me my seeing
but now your are old, and you can no longer pretend
despite our relationship, gone is the ability for me to mend

Those missed opportunities, now my mother is no longer
only after her death, did I realize she made me stronger
my internal tears how inconsolable, when this truth set in
oh how much I failed to honor her while alive, this my sin

"Honor thy father and thy mother", have we been commanded
for no other reason or purpose, other than He has demanded
no matter how much grief or anger, you feel from you they deserve
avoid bringing punishment upon your soul, your anger do not preserve

Lessons of a lifetime, skeletons in the closet we all do hide
varying durations of time we have been pained, in whom to confide
there can be no escape, for our actions will we be judged
how difficult to overcome our ego, to this we can't be budged

While we cannot go back, stopping those hands from turning time
but we can seek to redirect ourselves, focusing toward the sublime
charity starts at home, therefore it's for our own ultimate good
eternal bliss really does await us, if we but only understood

On Whom to Blame?

On Whom can we blame. Let's face it. We are human beings. Attributing blame (or excuses) is something we all do. Why? What is it in our physiological make-up that somehow justifies this tendency in almost all of us? The answer is that it's a secret. A true earthly secret that is kept even from ourselves. Perhaps our egos allow us to "live with ourselves" if we can somehow convince ourselves that we didn't fail; that we didn't do anything wrong. And as you and I both know, We (just about) never do! Right!

Here it is, but please remember, keep it a secret:

Secrets remain
a world to blame
hearts with no shame
life, but a game
they look the same
separate is their fame
from afar they came
but a secret with
no name, and
a life with no
shame

This is a short poetic/politic statement. Those in power understand that the pen is mightier than the sword. Where is this pen located? Somewhere between my tongue and two lips. When the words I speak are met with much public approval; that is power. So if I want to maintain my power in the eyes of "My Public" I am going to give your ears what I know they want to hear. Having absorbed all this, you'll be able to better understand the context upon which this article was written.

What the politicians do best--- Courting World Opinion

News is used to justify their views
Understanding political objectives
Controlling minds with disinformation
Letting us think everything is under control
Ending all major offenses on a positive note
Allowing for personal agendas to be camouflaged
Reinforcing a supremacy and will of might, that once (upon a time) really existed

Winning all of their objectives, in the marketplace of world opinion
Attempting to represent the people, having been promoted from rank of attorney
Reinventing the theory of a believing public, despite years of promoting misinformation campaigns to pursue hidden goals

There is a Judge, and there is Justice. Our time in this world is very much finite. When the time comes, and our name is called, some will be very much surprised to find out that there WILL BE full accountability for their past actions below. Only, the plan is that our last days in this world MUST remain hidden from us. Our thoughts, speech, and actions will be our witnesses. For better or for worse, this is our Destiny.


**three, we know relate
our thoughts, our words, our actions
our trial, heaven's date

Life's Contradictions!

Life is full of contradictions. Take men and women as an example. They are completely two different beings. One could even say separate nations. Yet, what compliments their relationship is just that. Like a business partnership it's nothing less than a give and take relationship for the "duration of the ride." And when you look even closer, you begin to see the great wisdom, plan and purpose in just this kind of relationship. It's what living life in this world is all about. Learning to live with your opposite and making yourself a better human being in the process. Here's where the contradiction lies. Although opposite, yet made for each other!

My short Haiku illustrating the above now follows:

**two opposite beings
appearance, thinking, outlook
made for each other

"Until Love, do us part"...........

It has been said that the one's that love us, are the One's that hurt us the most.  This, too, can be found in nature.  There are those rare relationships that can just never come out right.  A relationship that's almost over before it starts. No, when it starts, it's over! A relationship built soley on the needs of survival.  Consider it one of nature's eternal instincts--- that some females will just love you to death! Figeratively, and literally!


**come, please mate with me
spin our web on the leafed tree
my supper to be