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Petty tyrants try
To make warriors rage

To step all over you
If you *DARE* disagree
Perish forbid you should have
An opinion all of your own
Instead of being like them.

They deliberately bait and switch
They blur any reasonable set of lines
They babble on incessantly
How they're the holy put upon kind

They attack with innuendo
They slander lie and cheat
They've got a discount on their soul
And its going for dirt cheap

They whine and whinge and moan and groan
They distort and warp the thought
That might lead them to the open
Because they don't want to be caught

It's true they have no faith down deep
They cannot make the leap
They cannot help themselves
They're doomed to remain forever creeps

They're small and twisted up inside
But they can puff up really big
They claim they are the predator
But really they are the pig

Not that they can't slather
Or layer it on real thick
They have just enough intelligence
To know how to be slick

It's the Punk of the Week Award
The slant rant point of view
Going to the one who's got a crock
Full of talk talk talk
But isn't much on follow through

Though tired, weary, hateful days
Will always come and go;
There is one thing we trust in-
There is one thing we know....

A better time is coming!

Even though the work is hard,
And praise from fellows few;
There is one thing we can remember,
One thing we can do...
Give thanks to God for health and job.

So push on friends and do your best
And so give praise to God;
For thankful children shall be blest
With Peace, and not the rod.

Give thanks to God!
After all, counting your blessings
IS more fun than crying about what you don't have!

In the book of Job,
God replied to Job's cries
By commenting on the majesty of one of His creations
The horse.
"Hast thou given the horse strength?
Hast thou clothed his neck with thunder?
The glory of his nostrils is terrible;
He paweth the valley and rejoiceth in his strength
He goeth on to meet the armed men.
He mocked at fear, and is not affrightened;
Neither turneth he back from the sword.
He swalloweth the ground with fierceness and rage.
He cannot stand still when the trumpets sound."

And oh, what a sound it is!
Riding on so fearlessly
It is like heaven's holy arena.
Fearing no one and nothing
The wars and battles won
The horse and man became friends
Always in the shadow of the one.
A lifelong friendship had been forged
And is to this very day.

I live in a trashcan
on a cold alley street

Amongst all the garbage
with sores
on my feet

Oh, You've walked by,
mabey a time
or two

Handed me a dollar
So kind of you

Today, you spoke,
and we talked
awhile

You asked, 'Do I
know you?..
with a curious
smile

'I've heard that
voice
seems long ago

'Pardon my asking,
just wanted to
know..'

I raised and
smiled, and you
steadied my fall

Its been so long,
you may not recall

But when you were
small..just a little
girl

You were my
baby
My precious
pearl

But darling, things
went wrong
Your mom so sad

The broken man
you hold..

Is your own
sweet dad..

A Poem was sent
to prison
To await
execution

From fearful minds
who'd silence
Freedoms Revolution!

At 6am. the guns
will fire
Every phrase shot
through and through

But Freedoms Rhymes
will reload again
to give its life
for You!

'One more cup of coffee before I go,
to the valley below...'
- Bob Dylan

The poet is a coffee filter,
the world a blend.
I am not the nutrients
nor the soil.
I am not the rain
which seeps into your being
before you awaken.
I am not even the bean.
Those before me have ground you,
have broken you.
I am here
to take your scattered being,
all of it,
and give it freshness,
molding you into a vital,
intoxicating
elixir of life.
One that burns the mouth,
Scolds the flesh,
Stains the teeth,
and enlivens the soul.
I am the poet.

Sunshine Police
riding Dark Clouds
on high

Arresting the Light
in a Sleepy Blue
Sky

Arise! Sun Beams!
Fight for
the Light!

Before the
Sunshine Police
Turn your Day
into Night!

To hear a voice cry out in pain
Not understanding
To know the person inflicting the pain
Is doing it intentionally.

Why are people torn apart?
Because of ignorance?
Fear?
A programmed reaction?

Because of something as simple as skin color
Such a reaction!
It has been so long.
will we ever be one?
I do not know.
I hope so.

Take a journey
to the heart
of desire

Into the abyss
of passions
fire

Through waves and
waves of liquid
love

Steaming up daydreams
miles above

Through swirling
currents
of uncharted
regions

Your soul is
snatched by
passions legions

Through a web of
cracks does
reason seep

Violently
tossed in this
breathless deep

This eternal fire
is ever burning..

This Heart of Desire
is ever Yearning..

Walk into eternity
adorned with imortality

Stripped of flesh
and bone, this
primitive reality

Mind dimensions
unknown
Spirit transcending
time

Consciousness awakening
from itself
With its memory
left behind

Infinity is just
a moment, as long
as forever hangs
around

Eternity is but
a broken clock..
The only game
in town~