Be humble and he might let you in.

Stay humble and she might let you win.
Every success is

cause not to celebrate
but to
pray.

How can we reconcile the evil that men do in
These times.
They say that after awhile the human spirit left to it's
Devices will find the path of right and good. That we are
Inherently good.

Maybe. I think .maybe.

Evil is alive and well,
  has broken his bonds and lives among us
Turning a would be heaven to a burning hell.

A society is ultimatly juged by the way the very young and old are
Handled in the comings and goings

The ones that have known and the
Just now knowing.that evil is alive and well ensconced.

Babies like your baby and babies like mine
Angels like yours and angels like mine.have
Suffered at the hands of societies ills.

Please when you tuck your children in
Please say a prayer for all.

We are in evils crosshairs each and every one .

Pray for the children the parents and all
And thank our blessings each and every day.
Evil is alive and well . He walks and talks. He smiles and stalks.
Tomorows are not guaranteed.

Evil is alive and well, determined to succeed.

What good is peace if war is not a possibility.
Fool's gold though old men get to sit out while the young
are minced,vaporized.

                                              ­               Peace is a Noble aspiration and
well worth pursuing.  Meanwhile The warrior must stand firm
To allow peace to have a say. Wolves are at bay not by happenstance
but by design. The devil will take the hindmost but will catch hell from the foremost who will turn and unleash havoc
Even at the highest cost.
It has always been. That way.

SEMPER FI.

The Brute in me is a gleeful beast.
The Trog is older now and mellow.Yet. Pull up a chair.
Just a minute of your time if you will. Sometimes,
I watch  him  ooze  through the pores of my skin and he stands there.

Myself and he apart
He always  walks down to the river's edge where I always find
him skipping stones. skipping stones and staring at the far bank.
He does not see me or it seems so. This never changed for years.
After some time in reverie,he turns and walks by me.
I can smell the potent odor of his sweat.
The brute is me at twenty three.

Later still he returns to his dimension
deep within my past,
Wordless, yes until one day.
The beast  looked  over his shoulder mid toss


A stone skipped and tipped the  universal
constants.

Pulling a pistol from thin air he shot me at point blank.
Two head, one heart. A bit of a start not mention
That was a bit rude but not out of character for me
at that age. No no don't get me wrong.The impulsive side
Not the homicide
Suicide. Hellofa ride.

Well. Well without further discussion, we casually
Walked back to the house an split a bottle of Stoli's
And. Watched MMA bloodletting on cable T.V.