• Others 25.07.2007 No Comments

    I’d rather see you in hell, then be there;
    Dirt on you, produces me–no scare.
    Wrong a wrong, is a double dose of pain;
    Condemn me, then look at your brain.

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    I’d rather see you in hell, then be there;
    Dirt on you, produces me–no scare.
    Wrong a wrong, is a double dose of pain;
    Condemn me, then look at your brain.

    Remember the accused man on a cross,
    Who never murmured to a world lost?
    Wo…wo, is evil that hung him in shame;
    Man’s wicked actions are to blame.

    “You scratch my back; I’ll scratch yours.”
    It is becoming to a society–more pure.
    Wrongs will not improve…by a retaliation;
    Foes contending, will lose the sensation.

    Hate is an angry master, that multiplies;
    Festering sores–by descending lies.
    Once a falsehood aggravates things real,
    There’ll be no escape, but only to kill.

    Love spied accusers–with stone faces;
    Pretentiously, they deny true cases.
    Jesus didn’t come to hate and condemn,
    But to draw repentence…unto Him.

    I’ll see me–in Him, thru a humble shanty;
    Begging His power to relieve my scanty.
    He scratched my back…so many times;
    Tho’ condemned, he cried not a whine.

    Alas, I’ve learned a valuable lesson by you;
    “Two wrongs…do not make a right!”
    Perchance, you gain honor in what is true;
    You shall then emerge–a holy light.
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  • Others 25.07.2007 No Comments

    Remember the past…delightful weaknesses,
    Keeping company with self–was nonsense?
    Fooling around–by teasing a growing brain;
    Trying to sprout truth from a careful strain?

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    Remember the past…delightful weaknesses,
    Keeping company with self–was nonsense?
    Fooling around–by teasing a growing brain;
    Trying to sprout truth from a careful strain?

    Oh!–to be alive, and suffer young confusion;
    Invincible…to conquer this world of delusion.
    Nonsense bombards the mental supply shelf;
    But, delight is charged with a super-ego self.

    Older now!…but do not disregard childhood,
    For adults can’t go very far outside of home.
    No matter how and where…life comes to be,
    Passed lessons culminate for a wiser strong.

    Life is a proven state–toward a destination;
    By courage, hold to wisdom in your childhood.
    Right or astray, your mind is a true sensation,
    Which learns by errors–to do what it should.

    Remain teachable, as adults grow–steadily;
    Prove youth, that knowledge is for the meek.
    Your young tender tissue learns quite readily;
    Achieving awesome humility…from the weak.

    Finally, being old…rewards an essential past;
    Or, persuades learned foolishness not to last.
    The taws-up odds: offers freedom of choice:
    To savor a quiet wisdom, or to sound a noise.

    The past will ring through a mind–regardless;
    Form a reputation, or render a fool senseless.
    Keeping company with self…can be a delight,
    When lessons regard wisdom for what is right.
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  • Vindictive administrations assert a systematic protection,
    Dementing with minds–to suggest, educational correction.
    Judicial committees attempt to calculate a national smile;
    Sustain revenge that vindicate–legal binding is kinda mild.

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    Vindictive administration assert a systematic protection,
    Dementing with minds–to suggest, educational correction.
    Judicial committees attempt to calculate a national smile;
    Sustain revenge that vindicate–legal binding is kinda mild.

    Masterful tools…litigate control to set a law on social rules;
    Private liberty has diminished in a world overrun with fools.
    Legal documents are imposed, as obedience ruins the truth;
    Because compliance is inflicted by the law of a lesser worth.

    Complete advocation esteems America as a glorious place;
    Freedom aligns with a vile file…to progress at a rapid pace.
    The record show: studious citizens seekforth with a scream;
    Faithful correction measures money, but, not what it seems.

    Credit validates an American vision–in a progressive dream;
    Realizing the final trap still overlooks what awareness deems.
    Social escalation raises the net–expanding a punishment set;
    Americans are compelled…to run the race of a slippery debt.

    Freedom!…now propels America–into a sly state of greed;
    Alterations–in the system, threaten with a financial need.
    Patriotism becomes a malignant embassy–proclaiming hire;
    Achieving a plan, that sacred government…is a judicial liar.

    National security depends on the safety of the seatbelt trap;
    Lobbying Washington–insures, the courts rule a capital map.
    Enforcement has diminished…to the assassination of masses;
    Public opinion no longer matters; rob the fools on the passes.

    Set for debt: conditions unbecoming, and certainly out going;
    Higher education imposes pressure…on the facts of learning.
    The facts-of-life are buried treasures–deep within the heart;
    The known world…now uproots–to tear sacred values apart.
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