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Without doubt "self-serving" defines The Powers That Be
suffering is prevalent because it's of no concern to thee
They have the means to save many lives but don't
much of what is very wrong they could 'right' but won't

Our laws don't permit authorities to aggressively rid menacing scum
fears the uncivilized bring about day after day leaves us numb
Humanities descent towards darkness accelerates without genuine care
reversing our fall entails revamping morals that have reached rare

The fact many die everyday from starvation and disease is deplorable
inhumane is another way to describe those indubitably culpable
It's said "No One Is Perfect" but man has perfected dispensing vile
the most gruesome savages assure peace doesn't last for even a while

Words cannot justly convey the unimaginable trauma humans endure
unconscionable evil doings man obviously has no desire to cure
Sinister are those who's focus is wealth rather than humans being
that's a positive change in our reality we will never be seeing

An alleged Almighty is father to us all according to the Good Book
a real father would protect his children no matter what it took
His reason to sit idle as mass sorrow persist he didn't want known
the faithful cry out for loving mercy but true response isn't shown

Gather the children for our hope rescinds
Counter greed driving the land into thirst
Watch anger swirl like lies into hot winds
While resentment curls the crops of the cursed

When will this terrible drought ever end
That makes a savage spirit parched and dry
Move fast little feet a message to send
As caked and cracked mud will make the land die

Form a circle of hope and play your flutes
Gently tap with love from all those soft soles
Inside your circle ring of dancing boots
A deep oasis of peace in your souls

Tap a beat to Great Gitche Manitou
Bring the rain again with some truth to sow

When only the wind blows...
Hard do the chimes ring
When only the cold froze...
Silence do the birds sing
When only the frost grows...
On glass ‘round its fringe
When only the time goes...
Sharpened by a bell’s ting
When only the embers glow...
Warm as home fires bring
When only hearts know...
Comfort found and cling
When only love prepose...
For all hopes take a wing
When only peace repose...
Great as a gentle king

lost in horror
on the hour, had to seek, to be at peace- I had to know you-
but you saw through the hidden treasure that lost and found great pain
what to gain to gain and again I seek to
find the right one who
would be far more than a dear friend
so I
look all around to be
not lost- but found in your eyes
you surprise me with a
look deep inside
my heart
my soul
knowing only
God makes me whole
but to
see him and know
that
wow
in Him - I am- now- found

I am very old now and with much difficulty
I try to climp these hills through the press
of this mulitude
So many people clamering to see this man that
I fear I will never reach him
From every quarter in Jerusalem I hear shouts..
Some shout crucify, others are shouting praises..
I don't understand what's going on..
Why have the Romans taken him?
He was such a good man and I know what he did for
me..
A younger man held me by my arm and helped me
up the hillside..
'The days are violent, he said. It seems the God's
have come down to us.'
With trembling voice of age I pulled the young man
close and feebly whispered to his ear, 'I must see
him.'
'With this mob he said, you have little chance to
get close enough to him, and the Roman guards will
trample you if you try to get close.'
Still I pressed on into the way of the oncoming crowd.
It seemed the events of the times were forcing tears
from the debths of my soul yet I had not summoned them.
A rock on the outskirts of the city was elevated enough
above the crowds heads that if I could get upon it I
might catch a glimspe of him.
The guards kept hitting him as he kept falling in the
streets and my soul was crushed with sorrow.
He would never see me now..how could he so beated and weak
He would never hear my words of thanks and how could I
ever let him know?
Who was this man this he could make me see?
I leaned foward on the rock and strained to speak out
his name as they dragged him past me...but I could not
I have to tell him..
He must know how I love him..
My tears were flooding down my face when suddenly this
beaten and broken man looked in my direction..
He paused and gasped for his breath and though the torment
of hell racked his face he spoke words looking right at me
but I couldn't hear him..
When he passed I summoned the young man who had helped me
onto the rock and asked if he had heard Jesus' words..
The young man said,'Yes I did..'
'Jesus had said,See I make all things new again.'

I live in a jail
I made it myself
From bars of fear
And walls of nervousness
It has locks
Made of rejection fears
And phobias
And hangups

Can I break free?
Well of course yes
At any time I choose


I am a prisoner of myself
A number I picked
A cell I made
A padded one of safety
And of warmth
Where no one can reach me
Or touch me
Or hurt me

My selected isolation
My personal reality
This jail of my own design
That I hate
But fear to leave

I don't buy we are reunited with loved ones after dying
It's an absolute impossibility I am in no way implying
Every hope lives perpetually within each fiber of my being
a questions answer differs which basically negates agreeing

When religions became many it made them seem less legit
from the start it's been conducive to suffering that hasn't quit
the largest religion believes killing innocent is their gods teaching
all succumbing to their beliefs a goal they're dead set on reaching

It's nonsensical to give oneself to something based on faith alone
after sinning and denying god exist just ask forgiveness to atone
Common sense says religion and almighty deities are a complete fable
I tried living with blind faith but reality finally made me unable

Those preaching at pulpits are committing the worst kind of sin
the ungodly goings on makes it much more arduous to believe in
No one should put their faith in something symbolic of a deceiver
make your god credible before attempting to convert a non-believer

As I start my walk today
I ask Big Daddy to guide my day
To keep me from all evils way
And to protect me from all dismay

Mom is 80 years old today
So I would like to take this time to say
She has had quite a fulfilling life
Even though some of it was not without strife

Back in the 30’s entered the depression
But being thrifty proved to be a very good lesson
During the 40’s WWII came around
She was an enemy plane spotter and took care of her son

Along came the 50’s with 2 more kids to raise
But with this added challenge to her it didn’t seem to phase
In the 60’s all her children graduated from High School
The boys were off to College and I became a work mule

The 70’s and early 80’s were rough years indeed
But she managed to pull us all through with a positive lead.
Now the 90’s and early 2000’s have been the best years yet
With many more to come so let us not forget

She maybe 80 years old and has become a little slow
But this little lady is the same Mom we all love and know

I'm positively positive it's a wonderful day
The harmony of this day and me
Is like a spiritual embrace

I'm positively positive what is taking place
Call it what you want call it what you will
I still call it amazing grace

I'm positively positive there's a glow on my face
And where I go your sure to know this wonder is easy to trace
The harmony of this day and me is like a spiritual embrace