We yell self righteous notes
When we peek within everyone is dying of sin
Broken is the helping hand
Let's pretend to be complete

Good judgment comes from experience, experience from bad decisions
This whole ******* life is a contradiction
It's an oxymoron at every turn
Every decision only gets you burned
If in old age you manage to arrive
That's when life's lessons are realized

The young are bound in the futility of it all
Never seeing the cliff before they fall
Not wise enough to know
God clipped our wings before the throw
He turned everything upside down
When he placed us on this hellish ground

We all where marked
You can't see the light unless your in the dark
You don't appreciate the sun's rays
Till you've stood in the storm for days
Without pian you wouldn't relish the pleasure
Without work, there would be no leisure
What is good, if taken to much only leads to bad
Giving love away leaves you with more than you had
The act of forgiveness is not for the one that hurt you
But heals your soul before its through

So do the best you can in life
Even when it equals strife
For this world will keep you spinning
For the score card is plain, death is winning

But don't you worry, I'm sure that's an oxymoron too
When deaths door we pass through
Real living then will we ensue
In death there will be no rest
This life is but a test
For the oxymoron weaves it's way through it all
Even when death at your door calls

.

She watched as the poor stood at the back of a truck and
received their portion of rice
and thought,
now that’s nice

Then gazed as the middle class pulled up to a window
and were handed burgers, fries and shakes
and thought,
that’s all it takes

She then smiled as a white gloved, tuxedo wearing
handsome young man presented her with
roasted duck with pork and lentils,
macaroni and brie with crab, mushroom risotto with peas
and pomegranate pavlova with pistachios and honey
becoming a happy observer
and thought,
it’s so nice to have a private server

Get rid of them all,
We do not need these vermin with their rituals and ceremonies,
Pish posh their just a waste of money,
We spend our dollars to "conserve" culture,
Why,
When we have pride in our own,
Throw the beasts out,
Let us alone rot in our culture,
While the world prospers and grows relations,
We promote our culture with pride,
Ensuring we establish our culture in the minds of all,
Abolishing the infection that reeks the minds of all who are not U.S.

"It's like a greeting of a new born baby.
For the first time it's placed in  your hand
you smile and would give it a name if you can.
What come s next is you show your beautiful
newcomer to all family, and friends.
Who wants to hold it, while you want to protect it.
It seems to never end.
To a cell phone. It's on vacation each, and everyday
of the week.
You check into the finest hotels, eat at 5 star restaurants, and
is pleased just walking down the street.
When it's time to end your day, you place it on your
night table, not too far away. Tuck yourself in while the night comes to an end.
Waking up in the morning you first yawn, then reach
for your cell.
You gently take off the charger as if your changing a
baby's diaper.
Then you wait for it to speak, hoping to hear good
news while you were asleep.
All is well. A brand new day is to begin. You both jump
out of bed, make it to the kitchen table where "You And Your Cell"
will have your regular, bacon and an egg."

Decisions decisions

The butcher chose to remove the tail first today

He was a teller of tails.

He once told of a tail so long that he had to chop it with a French curving blade

The one he bought from Trevor down by the market.



Next the butcher decided to remove the left ventricle

"My mother always said I should have been a surgeon" he lamented

but she was a heartless old cow,

unlike this old cow.

He removed the ventricle.



Next came it's walking boots

Leather boots... Ironic

These boots were made for walking,

but where to?

Away... Just away.



Finally he decided to take the cows head,

and in its eyes he saw his reflection,

covered in blood,

tired,

rough.

Doing things some people would detest him for.

He looked at that man and thought to himself

"Is this what I want to be?

Is this all that I am?"

The question hung in the air with the smell of raw beef.

And he smiled and said,

"This is what I am. I'm happy with this."

And he hung the meat in the window to show his craft.

Who dares wake me from my pitiful dreamless sleep,
You wake me just to ask me if I'm "okay",
You skip in my room gallivanting while I toss and turn pondering the meaning of my life,
"GET OUT OF MY ROOM!" I yell, realizing there's no one else but me,
So I continue to toss and turn and you start to laugh,

I start talking aloud to myself asking you why your doing this to me,
I begin to mumble to myself about possible answers,

My so called loving "son" took me to a specialized doctor to check my mental state,
I know that even if my son told me in a very childish tone,

The doctor was just here to ask me some special question and if I answered all of them we would go out for lunch,

I gave him the finger and still answered all the questions "truthfully",
I didn't want the doctor to get off that easily,
We didn't go out for lunch later,

Your just tormenting me you realize every time I think you exist the closer I get to becoming insane,

So you laugh on,
Prance on around my room,
Beconing me to drive myself to look at nothing.

Oh mere mortal who plays with lives
Asperations of god you try to strive
Deciding on who lives and who dies
Shame on you for what you decide

You may bring life, but you also cause death
As old folks lives decided like russian roulette
But you cover your ***** deed as loved ones are upset
Lives devastated whilst you sleep soundly in bed.

Hope shall fuel me,
Hope shall fool me,
Hope shall create an image of the possibilities,
Hope is the denial of fact,
The disbelief towards the inevitable truth.