Revised Standard Version
It is often asked if the future is real.
Is the past real? Tangible?
If we are not alive, is the present real?
Only we are overcome with these feelings?
Every sentence is covered by a question mark?
Because how are we suppose to know the truth?
THE STANDARD IS HERE?
Feelings are Dirt Cheap
Feelings are dirt cheap,
Forgotten after sleep,
Make no reproach to the cynics caught in the swing,
Driving integrity out of everything,
Don’t think! just pollutes,
And deceives in the institutes,
Of Learning as long as we not hurt self esteem,
It could be detrimental it would seem,
Quips tangle and confuse,
Calling any standard to the refuse,
Images of our "truer" self display,
While "quad" words in our ear play,
It’s true I’ll admit,
But just have a sit,
There is a difference,
Between "tolerance" and "acceptance,"
If you know what I mean.
The Lottery of Lives
- Encouraged by the book, The Lottery
Most in Hamlet compiled, every man and every child,
Old and young, short and tall, one eighty- four, one four
All were risking their very existence, for their god’s assistance,
The community was small, and from civilization, it was far,
On a cold, cold eve, only a few of them could believe,
What they were about to do, and what they were about to say,
They thought it over once more, then the silence tore,
Until at last, it was said "Draw,"
Equal was everyone’s fate, except the one who would debate,
Why? No, one knew, it was just tradition,
It had always been done, and no complaining, there was none,
Except, for that final one, who would die,
They called every name, every year it was the same,
All the families lined up, and they all drew,
It occurred around the 03/Ides, no comments, no chides,
It was what one could call, the "lottery of lives,"
It was only the local roulette, but no one bet,
Any money, just the regular life,
Crazy, it’s possible, but here it was unstoppable,
All thought, not taking part, meant no friends,
* This poem was never completed.
Hopelessness, Attitude, & Convictions
When the truth gets smeared like a wet letter,
And we wonder if everything will get better,
With insults, sarcasm, and put downs,
And being negative always surrounds,
I wonder how things will be solved and answers be found,
If it is so cool to be bad,
Is everything diminishing, it all makes me so sad,
Or is this a passing fad?
With television, the nanny, with its hourless resume,
With conspiracies, fraud, and lies from toe to toupee,
Making robbery, rape, and murder the norm,
And that is just the tip of the iceberg, the outside of the storm,
The real verdict is out bad attitude,
With less kindness, true friends, and gratitude,
I try to turn my head and disagree,
But get caught in the act and abolish the charge before I off the tee,
They’re trying to steal your body and your soul,
Don’t let them take them take them and chance the roll,
People say don’t think just feel,
But you have to believe in something, get real!
With everything so relative, it is hard to trust,
TO HEAVEN, OR HELL, OR BUST!
Again I turn my head in disgust,
I believe I must,
But feelings fade away and rust,
Things are always harder to believe in,
Than not to when,
Our world glorifies gore,
And thinks all else Holy is bore,
I just say because:
It’s harder to believe, than to ignore the fuzzy fuss.
Enigma
Pondering life’s meaning, and wondering if he should,
Watching, listening, and thinking if he should.
What will come and what will go,
What had he done, what was to show.
Seemed an outcast, but wondering if this was so,
He met everything with no smile, friend or foe,
Cautious of most, especially left alone,
Thinking, reciting, fighting wounds not sown.
Wanting to make many a thing right,
Wanting good, but seemed not within sight.
Holding back the feelings of such,
Remorsing wounds scorching to the touch.
Life seemed a mystery, everything a blur,
Everything was in pieces nothing quite sure.
But maybe that’s the beauty,
Not knowing, taking a chance, having no duty.
But with this, something was wrong,
Had to be meaning something quite strong,
Emotions danced, teased, and taught,
That things never seem what they ought.
Nothing, but nothing was not without gap,
It just seemed faultless outside the wrap.
Change
Expire,
Perspire under
Pressure,
Lye Down
HUSH!
Change,
Hung between
Life,
Lifeless,
You, No
meaningless!
Cancelled
Think
No
FEEL
Glimpse of ME
Passed, Faded,
Lifeless, Mumbling
Quietness!
Laugh?
NO
Cry?
NO
Stop.
Yes
Y. D. EMOTIONS
PAIN RUN THROUGH THEE,
WANT WHAT?
NO CAUSE
WANT WHY?
NO Reason
Mellow, Gloominess,
Agony.
Why?
For why?
Stop!
Still Why?
NO PRESSURE!!!
BYE.
Numbers 20
I hit the rock,
I striked the stone with my staff,
In my greed of leadership,
I wanted the people to honor me,
Instead of You, oh, Lord,
My brother and I wanted the esteem,
Of Your people, so they would obey me,
Not you, so I had control,
Not you.