her rigorous objections
are herded slowly down the sheep trail
by studious pencil thin men with stylish mustache's
who have deep pocket pickers for friends
they gather round the weak willed and the willing alike
looking for cheap thrills and spare change
everybody needs a new road
when the old one seems to never end

but she with eyes cast down
mumbles her unappeased desires
as she shuffles a little closer to the truth as she sees it
she has it all written out in secret languages
she has books filled with life's coded thoughts as she see's them
barn burners and dare devils grace the cover of her latest creation
self titled to her own romantic name
she is stylized in her own way
so she adores the pencil thin men
with their dashing devil may care good looks

i wrote her a letter yesterday
full of stories from the great highway
full of chipper go getters and the glum go gotten
she is a forever stone on a necklace
she is a moonstone on a bracelet
she is graceful when it counts and
thats more than enough for me

the pencil thin moustache men
come to conquer the all night diners
in the small shoreline towns
but slink away in dawns first light
with stolen smiles and borrowed kisses
that they promise profusely to return tomorrow
but never do
such is the romantic night by her side
such is the wonder-wheel days of our
journey on the great highway

At this deep pool
Where no light is reflected,
Where small birds come
Clinging to the vine
Amongst fallen logs and silences,
The crush of leaves and the rot of years.

At this dark edge
Where now unassailable trees tower
In a brief clearing,
At this still centre where the wreckage lies
Of river's breach and storm's rage.

Here at the heart.

Where once the workings of long-ago men,
The wild, roaring, toothless ones,
Desperate and dislocated,
Their fierce eyes blazing through dark,
And bodies by day burning through timber,
Cut sunlight in shadow
And nation in nature.

I smile all the time because I don't want to be sad,
I work towards my goals because one day I'll be glad,
I'm on a search so ill start with inside,
And I do fail ill be happy I tried,
Shout out to the movers, the getters, the doers,
Leave the old you behind today couldn't be newer,
I can see in your eyes i can feel through your heart,
Nothings to hard just be willing to start,
This life is a risk so please take your chance,
Might not be a party but still we should dance,
You can cuss at the rain or think of the flower,
You can be super use perspective as power,
Hopped in the rocket told Louie to the moon,
Finally got my chance results coming soon.

Family is that  familiar word for the go-getters, the thoroughbreds of the families, those nearest and dearest applaud the strong to thrive, and yet a painful  forgotten word, for the lost generation,  ignored and despised,special and different, terminally unique, were only as strong as our weakest link lost black sheep and shepherds sanity on the brink of exposing the lies, waiting for the train that will never come to the station;
In time...

Forget
About
ME
I
LOVE
You

Screaming "Do I even exist? ******* LOVE ME!"As he tightens his headlock, begging to be loved, from a desperate rage of rejection.

"But why won't you love me the way that you don't? I'm a lovable hopeless drunk loser ,who hasn't washed in months, I'll be the prodigal son  if you want ,coming home and we can sit at the table for lunch ...wishful thinking! If only! you could love me unconditionally ,and not just on a hunch!
If  you want me, Just a touch of acknowledgement will do! I'll give you my soul on my sleeve, just some crumbs from your lofty plinth, to my slum will suffice!
I'm so ******* lost in the dark of the night, I forgot I was looking for love  and soulmates at first sight!"

Screaming to be acknowledged from the four corners of the globe since time began, everybody knows there's a pink elephant in the room being ignored, like the emperors new clothes.  Couples desperate to procreate, using frozen embryos. Those still remembered ,who died ages ago,
Forget me not , everyone wants to be known,Everyone misses someone, and children yearn to be grown. Don't forget all those lost childhoods, Once my heart was my home, a long long; long time ago!The machine advertises  the have's and the have not's ...all those special qualities, some of us just don't got.... were what's  lacking in our family units cost... and immediate vicinities. Thank God for the internet, hounding us  to forget our inherent need to be loved and belong, feeding us with toxic seeds of disconnected, anti-life and discombobulated lifelong wrongs, from  a plethora of sources transmitting The current Perfect archetypal family systems ,propagated  through the myriad of deadman tv shows, and films ,promoting an unblemished, should be family values and traditions, most of us know we will never live to experience. Force feeding us with a yearning of an unachievable contentment in our innocence , hoping in our wildest dreams ,we try to ignore the facts displayed in the constant narrative dictated through the mean instrument of mental emotional and spiritual propaganda...**** your tv licenceS! and smash the ******* thing into public artistic scenes!, smash them into smithereens!don't be ambivalent! No one wants to sit down on the fence as a family and watch on the screen the colour purple riddled with ****** and seriously toxic themes for participants.

Forgotten and ignored are the origins of the word family... famula-serving woman or famulante-servant or even familiarcus -house hold slave...So it should come as no surprise that the human race has been plagued and fractured with slavery throughout our brief brutal AGE.From a creative perspective I can understand the widespread epidemic curse in the hearts and minds of manhate and mankind,of the feeling that we do not belong to our very own families our communities and the societies structured to evoke the black sheep syndrome .It is this lack of feeling apart of, and that we do not exist , that has inspired an overwhelming need for us to persist and create our own families,tribes,gangs,communities, groups and fellowships. From the tower of babel, its as if  we have  been programmed to automatically divided, segregate and become as alien as possible to each other sides.Separating cultures with borders and religion,class and access all areas for members only. Blood is running through my body just like yours, and I done a big massive **** this morning! Do you identify? Nothing like a good ****!
This has become one of the defining factors of the human experience our evolutionary process and diversity.Not our **** similarities! Yet it is these differences that have caused over a billion to be killed! Thats a lot of hate and anger,pain and suffering ...And I'm adding up everyone whos ever been killed because of there differences...Just imagine?..Its probably a lot more! why can't we just get along? and stop all the wars? Everybody wants to be right, Everybody yearns to be wanted ,needed and loved,to feel they exist and that they belong.But with a record number of divorces,broken families and runaways in a culture spiraling further and further away from the original family structures intention, where do we go from here?What is our inheritance? Why do we always fight over money? Why not just care to dare to share?

I find in this day and age, we the broken human family, searching for all these possibilities of experiencing the human experience in the wrong social utilities . Such as gang warfare,militia, online gaming and the plethora of virtual communities available from facebook and myspace to mental health and suicide forums, social toxic rearing, which mimic a sense of divergence,preference, belonging and being apart of something other than feeling so alone! Which in reality we are!  Deepening our deepest wounds the one thing that we yearn for more than anything on the face of the earth is to feel connected,wanted ,needed and loved, everything a family is supposed to provide, not ruin and despise.

The most horrific emotions, I have ever felt was the rejection and abandonment by my mother, when I was just a special wild child, the terror and dread of not being wanted was horrific, and created a deeply destructive state which infected my core, and has grown into a great toxic spiritual tumor 30 years later. I fear I will never get over it! With my head in the sand, so many relevant individual grains just swept under the carpet like a hidden beach, and so I search for the love I was denied in a thousand ways and a million times I seek. From hunting for my mothers love in another woman or a man. I can't even begin to explain the pain my father inflicted upon me. lest I curl into a ball and die right now! Its as if he hated me more than words ,and yet I loved him so much. Left me seeking comfort in despair in the pit in the belly of the beast, through alcoholism and addiction of every kind! none of these methods was sufficient in filling the void inside,The hole in my soul can't breathe,for all to see, especially me ,can't hide but only these things expanded it , creating a deeper hunger and leaving me more broken and empty. My desperation to remain part of the family was displayed in my familiar slave like demeanour(desperate to please my mother) by cleaning the whole house  from top to bottom with a toothbrush. I would lose myself in the neverending chores, it was never a bore, as long as mother didn't let me go, but it was never enough, and it seems as if I was doomed to be a cast out! on my own, exposed to the harsh reality of being alone my worst nightmare coming true... me dying from loneliness! They say its true! and I can understand now how that could be possible ....

There are so many different types of families, and ways for us to feel as if we are connected to a greater community, to feel as if we fit in. But often children grow without a father figure to balance ,protect and nurture them ,lead them! But what if there father is a drunken ,violent,gambling ,deranged bully? what then? Surely they would be better off without such a toxic head of the family, infecting his sons and daughters with the sins of the father. Who of us is cursed with being the blacksheep of the family ? having to toil for the rest of our days in the vastness of our existence, primarily alone ,we search in vain for surrogate mothers and sisters and fathers and brothers. But we find them not, because substitution will never suffice in order for us to truly count and heal within and feel alive ! We must heal this broken bridge that has crippled us to the core in our very short miserable lives.

Its up to us to give love where we have been denied. Invite the broken souls inside, shelter them from the  bitter cold, Just to see another friendly face can mean so much! why is life so tough?, leave us like Lazarus risen from the grave,or Adam and Eve and able and cain to the prodigal son, we have always suffered when we were on our own and alone, I know you prefer your own company, but we were born to surpass ourselves and continue to co-exist beyond our own morality...Ub3

It's only a problem when the male speaks the truth.
Well, least talking about a woman's beauty.
But many, yes many ladies are attention getters.

Similar to a handsome man getting compliments when they enter the room.
They get notice, even if a word's never said.
They turn heads.

Most attention getters don't have to speak a word.
But can get any man or woman.

Every time you take a leap

There’s someone pulling on your shoe

To pull you back and try to keep

You from doing what you do


Naysayers!

Jealous ones,

Block-your-sun,

Wreck-your-fun

Gloom mayors


The ones who simply won’t believe

You hold the power to achieve


But they don’t know what you can do

How strong you are, they don’t know you


So we won’t let them in our way

We’ll pay no mind to nayers’ say


They’ll have to judge us from afar

For they don’t know just what we are:


No-fretters

Can’t-bother-me

Get-off-my-tree

“I-will-succeed”­

Go-getters


Soon enough they’ll surely see

Just how mighty we can be

I peeled back the skin on the clementine,
your silhouette stood in front of the counter as you urged me to aim slices at your mouth,
The echo of my laugh stained the walls.
This time, when I peeled its poignant skin back,
your silhouette was not there.

I found the molded tickets
to the music festival we only brought three dollars to,
It was enough to buy us a greased bag of bacon slices.
Thank God water is free.

I mistakenly wore your Superman boxers to bed for three weeks
until I realized they were yours.
I went to bed every time in them feeling
oh so super,
oh so nostalgic,
oh so happy.
I threw them away the moment I remembered that they touched your skin.
I  decontaminated my room.

I peeled back the emotional blanket today,
My emotions were naked; exposed
as I found the condoms we planned to use for Valentine's Day.
The long distance between us morphed us into planners instead of go-getters.

The go-getters were the ones that fell in love.
The planners were the ones that lost each other among the open fields separating us.

Driving along
What's that I smell
The daily delight
Of the latest roadkill

From raccoons to possums
In this flattened cuisine
As vultures take lunches
On this finest of dining

Call us the critter getters
Crossing over our paths
Taking them out
As they scurry this way and that

From Bambi to Thumper
And all their forest friends
It does make you wonder
Who you'll run into next

We'll even take out the curious
Who wander on
To that portion of blacktop
To see what's going on

From teetotaling turtles
To slithering snakes
There's not a creature out there
That we won't pancake

So check out the roadkill
If there's still twitch after the thump
Hurry in back
And toss it into the trunk

Because down in the South
There ain't no one can say
That any of us country folk
Let a thing go to waste

Below the Mason Dixon line
If it's fresh enough
We'll take it home ya'll
And have it for lunch

As long as it's fried
There ain't a thing
With cheese grits on the side
That we won't eat

No one person's personality is unique in any way.

If you've at some time been exposed to a television set, a film, a piece of music, a book, a magazine, or people in a closed environment, then you are not in any way, shape, or form an original person.


We are all just composites of the things we've come in contact with during our lives, we pick up the things we think we want, or need and apply them to ourselves, and sometimes it's a sham, and sometimes it feels real.

The only way to be original is to be put out of society the moment you're born, but even then you may take on the characteristics of the wildlife you come in contact with... so apparently you're ****** no matter what.

I suppose what makes a person unique is the way they mash up all the **** that they've been exposed to,
whether they do it in a somewhat original fashion, or if they do it in a way that is similar to those around them.

Societies fear those who do not take the path of least resistance, and those are the people we call "unique", "different", "ugly", "weird", "stupid", "genius", "freak", "amazing", "loser".

They're the attention getters, and those who seek to get attention.

The ones that take the easy road to be accepted, they're the one's outshined,
and they have to get revenge some way, why not talk ****?

I can say though, that I feel real, I don't feel like I'm putting up a front for anyone.
Most days I like who I am, most days I lie, most days I'm honest.

*Circa 2009

A message for you young truckers,
You long lovers,
You schmucks, *****, and go-getters...
This is as good as it gets.
The truth is, school *****.
And so does your 9 to 5 part-time job,
But this is the time to find prime opportunities to get carried away and run
To say all the wrong things at all the right seconds
And to never, EVER get caught drinking your parents' ***.
Be bummy, be a druggy, be a top score, or be the eye sore of the student body
But you will never be nobody...
You will NEVER be nobody.
Let somebody tell you they don't remember your name,
Then give that chump a reason to never forget
Because in this game of high school social status, there's no such thing as a winner
And you deserve whatever respect you let people neglect you of.
**** 10 year reunions, that cute girl in math class still won't think of you
Unless you act now, before you're ten years too late.
If you want something, you better learn to work for it,
Because these are the easy years, the queazy years, the "let's ditch and smoke a bleezy" years.
And before you know it, you'll be tap dancing on a keyboard when you should be working
Warning the youngins that their glory years are just about done.

You can't preach about change and then do nothing about it.
You sit behind your TV's and watch as other people take the hit.
You can't help the lesser, 'cause neutrality only helps the oppressor.
How can you fight for the cause by following all the laws?
The battle will never be won while we're living under loaded gun.
Just because your fist is in the air doesn't mean you actually care.
We'll **** out the fake protestors and
replace them with the real go-getters.
Because we are the believers of another fate,
one that doesn't end in violence and hate.
Peace is always the answer, but justice comes first.
We've gotta get out of this country,
because the government's ******* cursed.

in the in-betweens and half-steps
you took me away, into
and out of
the go-getters and lay-lowers

with you, the en-compass-ing
points of origin do not end

so you bring me back
to a beginning.

did you know that i once saw you
looking down from your window
toward the avenue pierre
and the wind rustled the oak trees while you wrote

and the tourists took their photos
looking out through their lenses
at the things that were not there
and the wind blew threw the tower all the while

and i watched you trace the letters
all the upstarts and go-getters
they can't make it any better
if you're trying to forget her
so forget it, take the high road
and you watch your daytime talk shows
and all the while the river seine flows
and you'll never ever ever ever know

that all those times i saw you
i couldn't see right through you
no matter how i strained my eyes
and the wind took all the colors with the night

Hope thrown on the still steaming ashes of the old empire fusing with the hearts of freethinkers and go getters burning beneath the chest of women and man turning young people into dragons with amber colored eyes and wings that stretch a mile high

Reaching above the blinding smoke of broken industry grabbing at the setting sun with still ****** claws

Will they burn out never to know why the heavens glow, or maybe this is just the beginning the match that lights the torch

The wild fire that consumes cleansing and purifying to bring on a new life maybe not for me or you, more likely for the ones long after

Leaving only remnants of the ones who dared to become dragons to be remembered as a roaring flame whose dreams where embers with veins like gasoline filled rivers running just beneath the skin ready to be pierced ready to burst and ignite.

They stay vigil, ever waiting the new design of sigils.
Kinda simple, keep their fingers pressed to pimples,
The pus a pit of petered parts,
Perceived by the reckoning of depleted hearts.
I rushed the doors at the sound of a great escape,
The process a repeat coordination of hurry up and wait.
Ever balking at the atrocities of cost,
Average Joes chasing dreams at the velocity of sloths.
How to be content with immense disparity?
Hands out faking quivers, shaking for some charity.
Forsaken someones somewhere surviving on a sliver,
Watching all the getters, I see myself a giver.

Life built on dreaming big
No excuse is good enough
A better view worth having
Empty pockets gather lent
Society measures the strength
False looks see sudden u-turns
Caution dreamers chase pesos
Go getters invent ways to spend

How dare you
I'm the one that kept you company  
So you would sleep all day after
Didn't it feel good?

Remember what we talked about?
The music we found, the sketches we made
Please don't talk about that
Don't bring up the anxiety

What a word, anyways! Right?!
Anxiety. Doesn't even sound good when you say it
You could function.
Maybe you weren't who you wanted to be but you did fine. We did fine

Pills to sleep?
I hope you become the best of friends.
You and those pills.
You're gonna be one of them,
you know.
One of the go-getters. The tight-collared robots that march around like they own the night.
They didn't stay up like us.
They don't know the night.

Fine. Take the pills. Get up with the sun.
See if I miss you.
I won't. Not even some.

Push it down, deep down beneath,
Let it boil, let it roll, let it seethe,
The careless eye shall miss it all,
One word to them, amidst the deafening scrawl,
Take this moment in, simply breathe.

I don't need to deal, don't need to cope,
I live each day, with a dream and hope,
I'm not broken, you'll see,
I can laugh, and be wild, and act free,
Does it look as if misery holds me tight in rope?

Breath fills my lungs, I live another day,
This world is mine, moldable as clay,
Loss touches the hearts of all World Chasers,
The Go-Getters, the Fastest-Pacers,
We see the light, shining through the grey.

So long as we do not contemplate our loss,
Clinging to our hearts as thick as the aging moss.

merry setter, merry go round of go-getters, attempting to lurch at the next bit of bread, the bourgeois making their bets, sat quietly at cafe at ate pizza, evening, middle of the day, lost track of time, bull wind, a time lapse of mystery novels all intertwining, at the very heart the mystery of new life, the anxieties building up around it, what's going to happen to it?  

in new york cars pass by and horns honk as the coffee brews and brisk is barely bearable, anxious to hear new news, anxious to get the next job, whats in store, whats in front, a song is thought for the next sell, car lots and cheap motels.  honesty is a feedback loop, existing out of time and space, making its way around the prongs of video games, the memory cards are stashed, and the men don't know where the next card to be had is at

The laptops rest and the lights of sleep purr, the reading glasses rest on top and not a soul in the house stirs, blank walls and blank faces, even frowns as it all brews down, the green light flickers here, the last bit of sunlight is the only constant, echoes from the freeway flicker and draw back a curse, of perpetual seriousness, of stoic enterprise, stuck out of time, once, and only, again

Fidelity is strangely hard to come by amongst bandits and naysayers, does a dream seem a thousand years? And shall that thousand years last?  
Or abruptly halt to thy end!!!!
A muse is word of choice,
Backtalkers who have no voice show strength!!!
Boomerang spitters continue to be getters of pleasure of sin,
Art thou out? Or do you fit in?....

Humans are natural go-getters.  We are instinctually driven to fix it, solve it, control it.  But, oftentimes, even our most sincere efforts return fruitless.  We relentlessly pursue anyway.  What lies beneath the desire to make things better; make our lives better is a deep-seated insecurity that if we don't DO something, our lives will dissipate, and fall into a heap of failure and depression.  We cannot bear to let go of the need to control our lives and "make things happen".  What would happen if we let the Universe guide us?  I'm not talking about passively living our lives.  No. I'm talking about going about our lives like how we normally do, with the exception of needing to make certain all of which brings us discomfort.  And instead, to live in this insecurity, this uncertainty and trust that the Universe and ultimately, our soul knows the True way.  Our soul is caring for us and whether or not we like it, our soul is ultimately the one in charge of our lives.  We have free will, and we may exercise that whenever we want, but we do not have free will of how outcomes turn out.  We wish we could manipulate the destinies of ourselves and others, but in the end, the Universe and our soul causes the outcome to occur.  The power of action is a shared privilege, done by both ourselves and our soul.  Since we ARE our soul, but separated from the love and wisom by our ego-mind, what is shall and always will be what our soul wants for us and we need to open up to that and trust it.

I just want to inspire,
I remember coming here last year,
And **** did I admire,
The kids who got up,
And had the guts to speak,
Because I thought my voice was weak,
I just needed to find my time,
And it's so cliché but my time is now
And I'm going to own it
It's just like Carter said on the first day
"We're a little bit of this and a little bit of that"
Well I'm a little bit brave
And a little bit afraid
But I am one hundred percent trying to reach you
I want you to
Scream out
If you are afraid
You will never know what you are made of
Till you at least try
There are unspoken afraid poets
Dreamers
Believers
Go getters
Waiting for a sign
Look no further
Your sign is right here, right now
Go, find your voice use it
Grab a pen, a pencil, chalk, anything, write it
Speak out!
I don't want to just reach the afraid
I want to praise the brave
The Spoken brave poets
The never silent
The achieving
The do-ers
You found your voice
You got out there
Your speaking
Writing out
My goal is to inspire
Because **** I want to admire
your spoken words
your written words
Your will be words
Waiting to exist
You poets
Will be poets
It your time,
so stop waiting,
Own it

I just want to inspire,
I remember coming here last year,
And **** did I admire,
The kids who got up,
And had the guts to speak,
Because I thought my voice was weak,
I just needed to find my time,
And it's so cliché but my time is now
And I'm going to own it
It's just like Carter said on the first day
"We're a little bit of this and a little bit of that"
Well I'm a little bit brave
And a little bit scared
But I am one hundred percent trying to reach you
Scream out if you are afraid
You will never know what you are made of
Till you at least try
There a unspoken afraid poets
Dreamers
Believers
Go getters
Waiting for a sign
Look no further
Your sign is right here, right now
I don't want to just reach the afraid
I want to praise the brave
The Spoken brave poets
The never silent
The achieving
The do-ers
My goal is to inspire
Because **** I want to admire
your spoken words
your written words
Your words Just Waiting to be written
You poets
Will be poets
It your time,
so stop waiting,
Own it

If I am to become the envy of the torch passed,
in my ability to want it .
(bare of implicating  its own abilities to influence me to do so)
-An objective of raw anticipated pride,
it's from atop pedestals cap that we glanced ,
    -False peddlers in stride-
down upon wandering weary
cavalierly.
We're peering into accommodating waters .
my hope is to keep it till the morrows destination is the end, in which i expect it to ride.

We,
(as wanters , want )
will be short in our fall
if evolution to a 'getters' 'getting' is to be at all.
(Be it, or not )
in our daily constitution,
but to be seen as a want is the' got'
even 'getters' fret after,
-with tooth and nail fought.
What you want is nice
but can all be bought .
Being desire
-weather in person
or thought -
'That 'is the breast
beaten rightly !
1/2 with the 1/2 is a man in regards held highly .

its not enough to revel in our memories
they are not the reasons feathers flare .
but to flare and convey the makers where 23 and 3
Variably
endlessly still no answers
have yet to spare.
caring for some that do not have
-in hand-
a contracted guarantee...
also
no reasons have they  
to create a purpose to respond to responsively,
Neither do they care
or look back After they've used your love against you
until hearts are broken so many times its become crooked and black.
just so that they are not alone in darkness when then look back...

I think I should make it public
How my love for compsci’s static
                     My hatred is a void
                                             main(String args[]){
Where should I start?
Where DO {
I start?

BREAK; it down
To packages to classes
I might just need glasses
Primitives and variables
Freedom: Inevitable.

Step 1: Initialize
Step 2: Declare
Step 3: glare
Then pull out your hair.

Int and Strings
Those petty things
I’d rather float
Than write oop notes

IF my love for this
Was put digitally
boolean love = true;
You have no ******* clue!

Private or public?
A Return or a void?
Oh functions
Just send me to oblivion

Those red squiggly lines
I’d rather be blind
It’s only one sign:
There’s millions more of its kind!
Case 1:
The brackets that contain
everything.
There’s the round ones
The squiggly ones
The square ones
That come in a pair

Case 2:
Dots.
I’d rather be on ***.

Case 3:
Capital
Letters.
Static
Behaviours.
Comp-sci, my saviour
I love shedding tears.

G
U
I.
More like ******* goodbye
Grid layout my ***
Only way it’d look nice
If it was FOR Windows95

I should just make an arraylist of MyLove[];
Because my love for compsci
cannot be bound by numbers

Oh! OP -
Don’t forget the getters
And the ****** setters
I’ll set this straight.
I don’t get
your
traits.
}
}

Peace is the most precious gift humankind can ever give to itself. But peace is not control. It is not oppression. It is not coercion. It is not a war won. Peace cannot be forced. It can only be evoked. It can only rise to the full consciousness of mankind through the moral poultice of love of self, and then inexorably, of love of all others. It was 56 years ago that Martin Luther King, Jr. accepted the Nobel Peace Prize, and it was only one year earlier that he gave his stirring, utterly eloquent "I Have a Dream" speech on the steps of the Lincoln Memorial in the summer of 1963. But more than a half century later, where does humankind find itself? It finds itself on the verge of extinction from existential threats of both catastrophic climate change and nuclear holocaust. But who and where are the global peacemakers of today? I do not see or hear them. I know dictators of totalitarian nations rob, enslave, and **** their "citizens." But I also hear the president of a democracy lie multiple times everyday to the people of his nation. Where on the horizon is another Lincoln, another Gandhi, another Mandela, another Martin Luther King, Jr.? There are politicians aplenty, but we desperately need women and men who have the courage and the wisdom to be leaders, not simply vote-getters. Without peace worldwide, we shall all die soon, I believe, along with all other living creations around the world. But I know where to search for peacemakers--in the heart of every human being now on Earth. Love begets love. If one is loved enough, that human being will not only love her- or himself, but will ineluctably come to love all others. That is how love works. And when love becomes the grand motif of human existence, sharing will supplant aggrandizement, caring will replace callousness, and peace eternal will preclude extinction.

Tod Howard Hawks

Get us on a train to Brooklyn
Neath the ***** subway stairs
Let's leave this rain and foot traffic
Times Square is for the go-getters
We are the finders keepers
We are wanderers.
In stores out stores.
But we don't buy
Streets, streets again,
Puddles
Rain washes out the concrete jungle in filthy puddles
Just another tourist obstacle
Inside a pizza place
I sit
And draw the raindrops bouncing off the concrete
One day I'll take a train to Brooklyn
Get deeper lost in someplace new
Where the streets make better art

eventful tuesday 05.09.18

going to start with psychic
this is really moving ground
sally went for high kick
don't ask hardeep he just moves dirt around.
accessories were not feared
hardeep midlife crisis clips
hilarious was on bear ed
nice comment about lips.
kirsty had a little cheese
was like no man that's invisible
bit of nice comedy please
hardeep smiled udderbly irresistible.
a new fragrance in demand
hooking me a lover is no wish
jermaine pass the bottle i command
just pre-ordered 10 bottles of the fish.
flowing was the toilet seat
not going to tarnish or smear
chicken was not sweet
in hard deep was diarrhoea.
taken out on chicken
predictable as sally and the box
hardeep punched it and gave it a good kicking
think this was a CBB therapy detox.
sally having guilt
wanted to be one of them go getters
did kissing comment make you tilt
offer to hardeep for letters.
ryan had a good clue
coming from his brother
not added to me to
so proud must be mother.
not onto cheese and onion
never have this inflicted
out of order was to sally and bunion
breaking news jermaine just evicted.
not in his dreams
won't be getting in his car
ryan and hardeep breaking at seams
very relevant and i quote bizarre.

The whole world is in lockdown, no country is immune
We're all told to stay indoors, and not come out too soon
Like being in a chrysalis, cooped up in a cocoon
Social structure has broke down, burst like a flat balloon

We can't go out to party's, or be in a crowd
Pubs and cinema's have closed doors, locked behind a Covid cloud
Restaurants are out of bounds, because that is not allowed
Our enjoyment has been obscured, and covered in a shroud

Forget whatever we once knew, because there is a different law
Our freedom is now compromised, and large gatherings are no more
Perhaps we were over populated, when they opened the flood door
Thousands of people have now died, and that's without a war !

Everything has turned to ****, why didn't we take a stand ?
Barriers could have been raised, before it got out of hand
We might have stopped contagion, and the infection on our land
Acting sooner may have helped, but perhaps it was all planned ?

We should have closed our boarders, to lock out China's beast
Extend the quarantine abroad, to prevent our own deceased
Could homecoming pleaders, be why the death toll has increased ?
It makes me wonder, if this virus wasn't purposely released

Why speed up the outbreak, and bring our county to it's knees ?
It seems to me it has spread, with a sense of ease
The planet is now suffering, from a huge deadly disease
People think that your infected, if you just cough and sneeze !

The fears of our fellow man, and the entire human race
Drastic changes to our lives, we shouldn't have to face
We don't want people coming near, to invade our personal space
Is two metres far enough, with social distancing in place ?

Gloves and masks are being worn, and the public are annoyed
We're all anti socialists, because our life is now devoid
Most of us are scared to death, since Covid Nineteen was deployed
Ever since they let it loose, we have become more paranoid

Some people they are selfish, their far from being noble
Panic buying in the midst, of a pandemic that is global
It maybe worse than nine eleven, or the disaster of Chernobyl
Just think about the vulnerable, the elderly and immobile

No need to empty supermarkets, until there's nothing on the shelf
Stop buying an excessive amount, and only thinking of yourself
It's bad enough as it is, with the infection of world's health
Huge stockpiles should not be, the abundance of your wealth

Businesses have shut up shop, now the virus has been casted
Their efforts are most honourable, for however long they lasted
Do you need more sanitizer, is greed something you have mastered
Why purchase two hundred toilet rolls, don't be a selfish *******

Paracetamol is now scarce, with all of you go getters
It doesn't stop the disease, or being treated like we're lepers
Scaredy cats are even worse, than all the known bed wetters
How do we protect ourselves, cover the planet in French letters ?

The thought of even going out, causes so much apprehension
A short walk is excruciating, due to extra increased tension
Bus services have diminished, and most shops are in suspension
Some limited essential stores, but we're still held in detention

Holidays have been stopped, most of the planes are grounded
It's unfortunate your stranded abroad, why are you so astounded ?
Ignoring warnings not to go, so no one should be hounded
Staying would be preferable, soon as the alarm was sounded

A sudden interest in the homeless, they must think their on vacation
They only got them off the street, in case of contamination
We haven't had another war, now we're placed in isolation
Is this a way they can reduce, the surplus population ?

Ten people at a funeral, how are you supposed to grieve ?
A congregation cannot mourn, if their hearts not on their sleeve
The dead deserve much better, more respect for when they leave
Our family comfort is denied, it's an evil web they weave

You may clap for the carers, but upon closer inspection
They would prefer equipment, for their own personal protection
Some can't get the Covid test, it's an unnatural selection
People risking their own life, should be a health exception

Stay at home to save lives and protect the NHS !
A national emergency is declared, and the earth is in distress
Washing hands is paramount, but now it's in excess
Where is Coronavirus from, why did we grant access ?

China keep your viruses, don't be a whole world donor
We're ******* with isolation, and being our own loner
All of us are victims, but I am first class moaner
Everyone unite with me, and say ******* To Corona

Life is a treat from your betters
So step to the letter step with fetters
Mice are good cheddar getters
Up the ladder type in your headers

Office spaces and other empty places
Smiling faces and glassy eyes
Corporate lives where everybody lies
From the top floors how many will fly

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Hell is sent from the past
All body and *** living trash
Tats plaster like a mask
Let loose and shirk the tasks

Beer bottles in the lawn
Full throttle till I'm gone
Burning alive up and down town
Moths after fires we're drawn

Something in the water get caught and you'll drown
Just bought a bottle and we're all headed down
Doesn't matter if you drop out or got a cap and gown
Bitter but feel better after a night out on the town
Go getters and quitters all buried under this ground

Its the future and the time flows like mercury
Retrograde, retrowave, means lost in nostalgia
All composure in present is from more *****

Citys alight at night fires burn brighter futures lookin brighter
Ash and blight fills our sight screams and sirens get louder  
Crash incoming cant see obstacles incoming hit the powder
Blast off explosions turn projects to dust and mortar
As it settles to coals after pyrotechnics a moment is quieter

Regain composure in the present with more *****
The future is a toxin and it flows like mercury
Look back retrograde, retrowave, lost in nostalgia

Details weigh heavy in the air we breathin  
Deceit flys every way as broadcast speakin
Repeats leak in many lungs as they breath it in
Doors open and now the thieves are in
Laws broken and the people are misbegotten

Obsessed with retrograde, retrowave nostalgia
Losin composure theres never enough *****
Toxins flow in, time flows out, its like mercury

The earths baked and the landmass disappears with snowflakes
Hearts been staked in class learned we're all soon to die its fate
Parts they break and these are the last as fear grows it gets late
Charts talkin they doomsay, hearsay, naysay, scream mayday
Just wanna say its gonna be okay, but I won't lie not today