Some bright words to ring in the New Year... : )
Is this the fall of Rome?
So to speak…
Or do we dare compare
The short sweet journey
Of a few centuries
To those of the mighty kingdom?
Will this truly be the downfall
Of the last Tarquinian King?
The final fall…Rome forsaken
Rant with decadence and decay
Empty currency – military gone astray?
Corruption…inflation…deflation…
A bankrupt government…
Denial…
Sound familiar…
Perhaps fall is too final…
Rome still exists after all…
Perhaps adapted is better…
Are you ready to adapt
When the fall is our own?
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Monday, December 29, 2008
Poem: The Game of War
Talking trash
Shootin’ low
Street ball rules
Friend or foe
Three point shot
From the line
Leather bumps
Boys at prime
Blasts away
Bim bam boom
Clicked off rounds
End too soon
Game called short
Time to go
Who did win?
No one knows.
Shootin’ low
Street ball rules
Friend or foe
Three point shot
From the line
Leather bumps
Boys at prime
Blasts away
Bim bam boom
Clicked off rounds
End too soon
Game called short
Time to go
Who did win?
No one knows.
Friday, December 26, 2008
Poem: You Just Don't Matter
Seven figures
And a ball
While some sit
East of the decimal
A week’s work
Lost over juice
While belly’s swell
No rice today
‘Cause on the hill
A world away
You just don’t matter.
And a ball
While some sit
East of the decimal
A week’s work
Lost over juice
While belly’s swell
No rice today
‘Cause on the hill
A world away
You just don’t matter.
Sunday, December 21, 2008
Poem: Winds of Change
Immutable laws guide our faith -- troubled deeply
in the marred confusion of modernity.
A force greater than this guides us from within.
Some possess it on the verge of madness
Others in quite serenity and the forlorned focus
Of insomnia – genius not of our world
Lost…afflicted…damaged souls of borders
Adrift on a sea of obscure and wanton nomads
Clenching tightly their heads – sheltering their ears
From the voices who call loudly on the winds of change.
in the marred confusion of modernity.
A force greater than this guides us from within.
Some possess it on the verge of madness
Others in quite serenity and the forlorned focus
Of insomnia – genius not of our world
Lost…afflicted…damaged souls of borders
Adrift on a sea of obscure and wanton nomads
Clenching tightly their heads – sheltering their ears
From the voices who call loudly on the winds of change.
Thursday, December 18, 2008
Poem: Wait
Lost in time
Frozen still
A heart sans soul
A fever’s chill
Once distraught
A nail for bed
More than not
A cloak to shed
A second skin
An albatross
A nightmare played
On a bloody cross.
Frozen still
A heart sans soul
A fever’s chill
Once distraught
A nail for bed
More than not
A cloak to shed
A second skin
An albatross
A nightmare played
On a bloody cross.
Poem: The Fall
Is this the fall of Rome?
So to speak…
Or do we dare compare
The short sweet journey
Of a few centuries
To those of the mighty kingdom?
Will this truly be the downfall
Of the last Tarquinian King?
The final fall…Rome forsaken
Rant with decadence and decay
Empty currency – military gone astray?
Corruption…inflation…
A bankrupt government…
Denial…
Sound familiar…
Perhaps fall is too final…
Rome still exists after all…
Perhaps adapted is better…
Are you ready to adapt
When the fall is our own?
So to speak…
Or do we dare compare
The short sweet journey
Of a few centuries
To those of the mighty kingdom?
Will this truly be the downfall
Of the last Tarquinian King?
The final fall…Rome forsaken
Rant with decadence and decay
Empty currency – military gone astray?
Corruption…inflation…
A bankrupt government…
Denial…
Sound familiar…
Perhaps fall is too final…
Rome still exists after all…
Perhaps adapted is better…
Are you ready to adapt
When the fall is our own?
Monday, December 15, 2008
Poem: Winds of Change
Immutable laws guide our faith -- troubled deeply
in the marred confusion of modernity.
A force greater than this guides us from within.
Some possess it on the verge of madness
Others in quite serenity and the forlorned focus
Of insomnia – genius not of our world
Lost…afflicted…damaged souls of borders
Adrift on a sea of obscure and wanton nomads
Clenching tightly their heads – sheltering their ears
From the voices who call loudly on the winds of change.
in the marred confusion of modernity.
A force greater than this guides us from within.
Some possess it on the verge of madness
Others in quite serenity and the forlorned focus
Of insomnia – genius not of our world
Lost…afflicted…damaged souls of borders
Adrift on a sea of obscure and wanton nomads
Clenching tightly their heads – sheltering their ears
From the voices who call loudly on the winds of change.
Sunday, December 14, 2008
Poem: Outside In
A fiber optic lifeline
Instantaneous communication.
Satellite internet
From a missionary’s laptop
On the red Kenyan dirt
To a flat in Chicago
A taste of the world beyond
But no way out.
Instantaneous communication.
Satellite internet
From a missionary’s laptop
On the red Kenyan dirt
To a flat in Chicago
A taste of the world beyond
But no way out.
Lisa Holdren tagged me for what I believe she called, Seven Swans Aswimming. So, here are my 7 brief things.
7. I agree with Lisa the number seven is overrated.
6. 12, now there is a number.
5. Did you know that if you were to purchase all of the items from the 12 days of Christmas it would cost you over $86,000...
4. Knowing that means that someone actually took the time to calculate it...and I actually took the time to know it...why?
3. Back to seven...the seven swans "aswimming" ... fine but the six geese "a-laying..." that is where I have a problem as some of my golf course had to recently hire a man with a dog and a whistle because the geese are so numerous that they are now considered a health hazard.
2. Doesn't anyone eat Christmas goose like Tiny Tim anymore?
1. Speaking of Christmas -- the twelve days are now here -- let the countdown begin.
7. I agree with Lisa the number seven is overrated.
6. 12, now there is a number.
5. Did you know that if you were to purchase all of the items from the 12 days of Christmas it would cost you over $86,000...
4. Knowing that means that someone actually took the time to calculate it...and I actually took the time to know it...why?
3. Back to seven...the seven swans "aswimming" ... fine but the six geese "a-laying..." that is where I have a problem as some of my golf course had to recently hire a man with a dog and a whistle because the geese are so numerous that they are now considered a health hazard.
2. Doesn't anyone eat Christmas goose like Tiny Tim anymore?
1. Speaking of Christmas -- the twelve days are now here -- let the countdown begin.
Saturday, December 6, 2008
Poem: Strong...True...Brave
Amazing purple mountains
Sun bleached sands of gold
Plains all gently swaying
Treasures now unfold.
Red for the blood lost freedom
Blue of the truest test
White thus pure and noble
Giving all our best.
March on the quest for glory
Glory and honor hold chaste
Sparing the lose of our children
Save for the lives that we waste.
On to not more battles
Call them what you might.
A gun, grenade or canon…
A fight is still a fight.
Name not another campaign
Declare our freedom saved
Live by the words they wrote us…
The strong, the true, the brave.
Sun bleached sands of gold
Plains all gently swaying
Treasures now unfold.
Red for the blood lost freedom
Blue of the truest test
White thus pure and noble
Giving all our best.
March on the quest for glory
Glory and honor hold chaste
Sparing the lose of our children
Save for the lives that we waste.
On to not more battles
Call them what you might.
A gun, grenade or canon…
A fight is still a fight.
Name not another campaign
Declare our freedom saved
Live by the words they wrote us…
The strong, the true, the brave.
Monday, December 1, 2008
Poem: Like Not Needing Anyone
Like a day without the night
Like a moon that casts no light
Like a angel without wings
Like a bird that can not sing.
Like a life without a friend
Like a nightmare with no end
Like a world without the sun
Like not needing anyone.
Like a phoenix rising high
Like never asking why
Like a bandit and his gun
Like not needing anyone
Like his lies that need the dark
Like a sparkler with not spark
Like a war where no one dies
We need no more cold lies.
Like a moon that casts no light
Like a angel without wings
Like a bird that can not sing.
Like a life without a friend
Like a nightmare with no end
Like a world without the sun
Like not needing anyone.
Like a phoenix rising high
Like never asking why
Like a bandit and his gun
Like not needing anyone
Like his lies that need the dark
Like a sparkler with not spark
Like a war where no one dies
We need no more cold lies.
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