Every civilization that has ever existed has ultimately collapsed.
To a Little Girl That Has Told a Lie
AND has my darling told a lie?
Did she forget that GOD was by?
That GOD, who saw the things she did,
From whom no action can be hid;
Did she forget that GOD could see
And hear, wherever she might be?
He made your eyes, and can discern
Whichever way you think to turn;
He made your ears, and he can hear
When you think nobody is near;
In every place, by night or day,
He watches all you do and say.
Oh, how I wish you would but try
To act, as shall not need a lie;
And when you wish a thing to do,
That has been once forbidden you,
Remember that, nor ever dare
To disobey, for GOD is there.
Why should you fear the truth to tell?
Does falsehood ever do so well?
Can you be satisfied to know,
There's something wrong to hide below?
No! let your fault be what it may,
To own it is the happy way.
So long as you your crime conceal,
You cannot light and gladsome feel:
Your little heart will seem oppress'd,
As if a weight were on your breast;
And e'en your mother's eye to meet,
Will tinge your face with shame and heat.
Yes, GOD has made your duty clear,
By every blush, by every fear;
And conscience, like an angel kind,
Keeps watch to bring it to your mind:
Its friendly warnings ever heed,
And neither tell a lie nor need.
It Is My Preference That Has Changed
You've adopted images created,
To become your beliefs.
Even love you claimed for me,
And now the functions of your conditions,
Increasingly appear to be dysfunctional.
To make my 'nonacceptance'...
Tastefully more appealing than ever.
Let me say this to you,
I was never into champagne.
And you made it quite clear,
You would never drink beer.
And even if you did...
You couldn't afford me or it.
It is my preference that has changed.
Whatever It Is That Has Them Possessed
Your children exemplify,
Some of the most atrocious behavior...
We have ever witnessed.
They are disobedient, obnoxious...
Rude and disrespectful.
And they have no regard for others. Period!
What are you saying?
My children do not possess leadership qualities? '
That may be true.
Whatever it is that has them possessed,
We are requesting you take them elsewhere...
To allow that possession an outlet to thrive.
But here, their behavior is not condoned.
And here is the brick your son threw through my window.
I signed and dated it for you as a reminder.
That Has Yet To Happen
Do me a favor.
I'm here for you.'
Don't do me anymore favors.
That's the favor I am requesting.
Everytime you have been here for me,
Why is it I have to remind you...
Of a favor you promised to do,
That has yet to happen?
'So what are you saying?
The excuses I used,
Were not good enough for you?
And I went out of my way,
To choose the best ones I could?
You don't have to worry about me,
Ever doing you a favor again.
People like you are not worth my time.
And are so ungrateful.'
It's difficult for me,
To not think of myself all the time.
'I'm glad you can see how selfish you can be.'
It's not all about you,
I have a life to live too.'
That Has Not Been Your Objective
I will not slip into wickedness,
Because that is what you wish.
Nor will I pray to be forgiven of sins.
Or temptations you have teased me with.
I am not the one,
To be conditioned how to live.
With your beliefs thrown upon me,
To keep me feeling of myself as negative.
This process you have chosen,
To diminish my identity.
Will never sit well...
With contradictions you uphold.
And do not dispel.
But choose to dangle in front of me,
As a process of an equality.
And to find within restrictions,
A limitation to place my need to be me...
Will never satisfy an acceptance of a life,
That is mine!
With a pride and dignity I carry inside.
With a presence I do not seek for you to define.
To you I do not owe an existence,
By which I will sit in a wickedness...
Inflicted by your wishes,
To teach as lessons preached.
In sermons from pulpits to have me reach...
For wings in the beyond.
While you use my ignorance,
To leech from me my freedom?
In a continued display that maintains disrespect.
And you want me to believe,
This is all I can expect?
If ever you see me on my knees...
Not a vision of you do I have,
Coming to my aid with aims to please.
And blessings I have received from God,
Has taught me the clarity of that!
You are not the creator of my breath.
Or separate dreams kept,
To fulfill you can meet to satisfy or have met.
And I have known that has not been your objective!
An Image That Has Been Born to Be Kept Praised
It has been like that throughout history.
When one of color makes advancements,
To secure and achieve.
The others gather and flock like vultures.
To diminish any gains.
To pounce on the defenseless,
Until they have no air to breathe.
Or resources left...
Nothing that has not yet been collected,
For the greedy to kill and call their own.
From selected and inspected self indulgences,
To disregard and emasculate...
Those who can procreate,
With the dripping of the seed!
That's how they wine and dine,
And keep food on their plates.
To pillage, plunge and plunder civilizations.
And abandoned those to a disgrace...
Such evil from one in consiousness...
And yet seen to believe.
In a suffering that pleases their taste for blood.
Teasing with a cowardly inflicted fear...
And poking the near dead,
Into joke and mockery.
And that has attracted,
Those to these broken human beings!
'Deities of Power'...
Out of 'normal' sight.
Unseen by those wicked and mean!
Unleashing a dose of regret...
For those dancing in delusion.
The largest one ever...
So massive all will be dealt,
A whiff or two...or more.
With an unrelenting mental spanking,
To feel another's pain when in sorrow.
And when it comes...
IT does not ASK but GETS respect.
And the 'comfort' of a sickened self destruction...
Begins a painful rebuilding.
To restore an unknown correctness.
To a higher consciousness!
Once shared and undistrubed...
By those tricked to revisit,
The base of Mount Sinai.
For another round...
Or recycled ignorance.
Lieing to themselves.
Very few if any kept faith!
Trinkets can blind a mind...
To anything shining and sparkling!
To forget in display with such height of disrespect.
Negecting to lick the hand that feeds it.
Instead of biting off it's own nose,
To spite an image that has been born...
To be kept praised!
And beyond the fascinated obsession they have,
To crotches and those of extended penises!
Carried and packed to tease those who crave.
A Poem That Has Only One Meaning
A poem that has only one meaning
Is not a poem-
Is this a poem?
And if not?
There are no wise few. Every aristocracy that has ever existed has behaved, in all essential points, exactly like a small mob.
There Is One That Has A Head Without An Eye
There is one that has a head without an eye,
And there's one that has an eye without a head:
You may find the answer if you try;
And when all is said,
Half the answer hangs upon a thread!
Lesson That Has Come Late
With wishes to find a 'suitable' mate,
On a decline in my mind.
There is nothing like acceptance.
It frees the soul.
And being knockout by doubt...
Time and time again,
Is a lesson that has come late.
But a life I have begun to appreciate,
With a Yesterday That Has Moved On
The promise of a new day guarantees,
Something that leaves for many a familiarity...
With a yesterday that has moved on.
Those same faces with old complaints,
Will not indicate there is a difference made at all.
And that is spoken with a promise guarantered.
A God That Has No Heart
we have made
blood sacrifices to oil,
till we are covered
by the filth and the sludge
of our own greed.
leaving our children,
and their children,
suffocating at the altar
of a god that has no heart.
we have eaten their flesh,
and drank their blood!
we, the guilty,
cannot remain blind!
Too Much Of That Has Already Been Approved
I am very much a part of nature.
It is there to be enjoyed.
Some believe it can be inspected,
With a manipulation of it done.
But a waste of time is all that occurs.
Since nature is a product of Earth.
And none of it is a creation,
Made from the limitation of a human mind.
That's why I choose to be observant,
And less tolerant of the feeding of ignorance.
Too much of that has already been approved.
All That Has Been Done
Let's take this 'out'.
And soar around the Universe.
In flights of endless ecstacy.
Let's take this 'out'...
To expose what it is.
Love as it is...
Shared between two...
Not followed by an army of advisers.
Let's take this 'out'.
To have love redefined.
Any definition of love,
Would be fine these days.
But we can take it 'out'.
Knowing all that has been done...
And should not affect us.
An Asset That Has Been Kept an Aspect of Victory
A game played that seeks to be effective,
Should at least have one who feels in competition.
What would be the advantage?
To say a winning has been won,
From someone who has long stopped interest...
Is not a game.
As much as it is a display of repeated shallowness.
And once that is witnessed...
Only those impressed with their own egos,
Seem the last to convince
Their attempts do not provoke attention.
And isn't 'that' the idea?
To keep what is not suspected,
An asset that has been kept an aspect of victory.
A Wind That Has No Name
there is a wind that has no name,
that comes from within afar;
a song that wears a human face,
dust from a distant star.
a river that flows from heart to heart,
a fire that feeds itself.
a ship unmanned on stormy seas,
the hand that rings the bell.
a child is born, a friend has died,
and so the circle goes on.
the memories of the outstretched hand,
lives in the stillness before dawn.
i cannot hold or form with words
that which begins and ends.
so i'll fly to you with a robin's wings,
your lover, and your friend.
The Sun That Has Come To Set
To say that greed and the affect of it,
Is not the main ingredient...
That is the reason,
Causing people the world over...
To express an increase of unrest that upsets,
Can be likened to someone noticing the Sunset...
For the very first time!
To have ignored it and its process!
As if those feeding themselves to greed believe,
With pretentious and 'conscious' naïveté...
Their actions will be forever condoned.
And the Sun that has come to set on the horizon...
Is a creation of their own!
Who else has been able to witness this? '
No Crowd that has occurred
No Crowd that has occurred
That General Attendance
Circumferen ce be full—
The long restricted Grave
Assert her Vital Privilege—
The Dust—connect—and live—
On Atoms—features place—
All Multitudes that were
Efface in the Comparison—
As Suns—dissolve a star—
Its Individual Doom
Possess each separate Consciousness—
What Parallel can be—
Of the Significance of This—
To Universe—and Me?
The Light That Has Lighted The World
Ive heard how some people, have said
That Ive changed
That Im not what I was
How it really is a shame
The thoughts in their heads,
Manifest on their brow
Like bad scars from ill feelings
They themselves arouse
So hateful of anyone that is happy
They live all their lives,
Without looking to see
The light that has lighted the world
Its funny how people, just wont
As if nature itself - theyd prefer
So hard to move on
When youre down in a hole
Where theres so little chance,
To experience soul
Im greatful to anyone,
That is happy or free
For giving me hope
While Im looking to see
The light that has lighted the world
Something Genuine That Has Rare Vitality
Each will come to have their turn.
To positions to appease egos.
And each will eventually...
Do their best,
To keep their practiced plagiarisms...
Hopefully to continue to go undetected,
To become recognized as a slice of innovation.
Cleverly kept in disguise.
And provides them their motivation.
Leaves the taste for the originator,
To return to give what has been yearned.
That has rare vitality!
And none are able to reproduce it,
With an ambiance...
That spices the atmosphere with such an array of flavors.
And I know I do this very well.
I've been behind the scenes auditioning for too long!