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There once was a senator named Ron Paul
He said we had to do something about the law
The taxes were too high, they should go away
The poor and the old should pay their own way
Instead the rich fat cats made a hellova haul

As the sun rises over this beautiful land
An golden rays stream in an warm the coldest hand
The owners of this country have nothing to fear
For their voices heard have not fallen on deaf ear

For too many years they were supressed by the man
Too be taken away stolen or banned
Now their time has come for their numbers grow
An apology said ..to repent their sorrow

Scars held deep from generations past
But their spirits are strong an will outlast
Through their beliefs an a history so long
Their future bright for they do no wrong

Maintaining their connection with the land
Spiritual diversity at their hand
A roo a brolga at their command
In sync with life their only demand

Their music their art amazing to be
So different,exposing a life once free
Seeping back through their spiritual veins
Nourished by past generations blood rains

Time is now not to admonish or expel
But negative thoughts we must repel
For forty thousands years this country they adore
An in under two hundred destructed as we explore

Instead of ripping up this land
Lets work together an try an understand
What will it take to save this country
To deliver it back to its people once free

To share the beauty of this land
An encourage it to bloom.. not demand
All fella's working side by side
No bitterness no hate just pride

Democracy makes it easier for low life suits to set the guilty scum free
most often culminating in more families being shattered needlessly
I wouldn't suggest justice never prevails because occasionally it does
'Justice For All'... indubitably the most fallacious promise that ever was

American democracy first and foremost assures the relevant rich excel
and equally instrumental in our country turning into an un-American hell
Our Nation becomes less of an America with each passing day
many more patriots certainly agree with every word I display

Pretzel laws of democracy guarantee injustice will always reign here
apparently governments purpose is keeping society in constant fear
If they truly cared about our welfare like they mendaciously declare
they'd cut their ridiculous salaries which would help pay for health care

Prove allegiance to 'We the People' by actually acting on our behalf
start by limiting Big businesses ability to give public the shaft
You politicians are only about power and prestige and us you deceive
TRUTH is you know all are not given equal opportunity to achieve

It's unconscionable that folks are starving and living on our city streets
the wealthiest Nation could house the homeless and assure everyone eats
Here the rich get richer with no care for the indigent who go without
just another injustice indicative of what Americas' mostly about!

I was waiting with patience
For my Nexflix to come in the mail
The shiny red envelope was my favorite piece of mail
Where did you go?
I found out with a lot of prying on your website
You no longer allow just a dvd in the mail
You have to have the streaming first
Then you can add the dvd option for another eight bucks
You changed and seperated the two and I paid the 16 bucks for a while
Now you want me to pay for a service
I don't even use so I can get eight dvds in the mail a month
that would be two bucks a dvd
I can get them at the library for free
I can get them at Redbox for 1.29
Redbox doesn't charge a monthly fee either
I'd like to keep you around
but for now I have to say
bye bye!

Children of Africa


The sun, a ball of fire...a brazen orange glow
Dried up riverbanks, no water there to flow

No crops, means no food, what are they to do
People out In Africa need help from me and you

Children crying, even dying
Eyes shrunken in their heads

Tattered clothes, no shoes on their feet
for them no comfy beds

Filled with pain, a mother starts to cry
No milk in her breast to feed, her child will surely die

A war zone all around them, danger everywhere
the world sits by and watches, doesn’t anybody care?

Children should be carefree, playing and laughing out loud
not laying in a hut somewhere, covered by a shroud

We moan about such trivial things, what comic books to buy
I now think of the African kids, I let out a frustrating sigh!

So much that we can do, we have more than enough to share
Donate some of my pocket money, let them know I care

I know that is wouldn’t take much
To show these starving children, a tender and human touch

Tis a good day to join a small Klatsch
to share some cookies by the batch
social problems can be solved
by united efforts of resolve
to fix by our 'action' not verbal patch.

Raw, pure, unadulterated fear,
Everyone is periodically smitten by it,
In the wink of an eye it can take you from heaven to hell,
From riding the crest of the wave, to being you’re convinced you’re lower than shark excrement...

It is a harsh and heartless enemy,
It makes a snivelling coward of the bravest among us,
It saps the very life and smile out of you,
Fear..., means darkness, despair, dejection, disenchantment,
All ‘d’ words, reminiscent directly of the devil and his demons...

It mocks your manhood, it tarnishes your femininity,
It feeds on your demise,
“Oh wretched man that I am”, as the Saint says,
“What shall deliver me from this plight?”

Different things for different folks,
There is no easy salve,
There’s no ONE magic bullet,
Nay, the way out of the Mephistophelian labyrinth is as diverse as the many sons and daughters of eve and adam,
Only you can look deep inside you and find the elixir that will cause your Phoenix to rise from the ashes once again,
To once more put a smile on your lips,
To once more bless you with a beloved’s meaningful touch,
Your child’s laughter,
Your fellow-mans gratitude,
Your soul’s “namaste’”

Why do you write poetry?
Is it for the recognition?
Maybe for the glory, or just to see if someone,
somewhere is even listening.
Do you make up stories of pure fiction?
Or are you just desperate for some attention.
Why is it so important to be noticed, to be heard,
To be thought of as a voice of reason?
Maybe it is just an addiction, like smoking or drinking.
You can never get enough.
Nothing will satisfy the hunger or need.
But what is that need that habitually leads,
To that feeling of “I have to be seen”, “I have to be read”,
“I have to be understood”.
But in fact, you do not have a clue as to why you are the brain’s food.
So keep writing, keep going within,
Making up stories, telling the truth, hurting others and deceiving yourself,
And maybe someday you will see,
It has just always been about you and your need.

I was born on the moon
orbiting Pluto
I never left home until
the sun came around
I caught a ride on a solar flare
to see the universe
But I found
there's not much out there

I spent some time
on the moons of Jupiter
I met some really
nice bateria
Living in peace in the craters
Raising their young
But still I hitched a ride
on the tail of a comet

I found a nice planet
full of water and people
I thought I'd make a home for myself
but there was to much screaming
I realized there was no place
quite like home
So I climb back to the sky
and floated through space all alone

Definition for: unum

accusative singular masculine of unus, one
nominative and accusative singular neuter of unus, one

As a healer, I witness suffering daily,
I have a very soft spot for those in distress among us,
More so for those whose anguish is emotional,
More so for those who are tender of age…

Although, I have seen great dis-ease in my therapy room,
Often, I’m more mortally influenced when I view it outside, in the great beyond we call our society, when my guard is down and I least expect it…

I will be at a theatre,
And there, in plain sight,
Yet hidden from the untrained eye,
Is a beautiful young blonde, languishing,
Frame ever so slightly bent,
Breasts ever so slightly caved in,
Legs not so pert,
Their liveliness and sauciness absent tonight,
The smile ever so slightly fake,
The twinkle certainly missing from lack-luster eyes…

Who knows her pain?
Who will whisper a word in her ear to make it better?
Did she get the minimum of eight hugs we need daily, just to break even,
today?
Who will give her ten or twelve hugs,
Brotherly hugs, healing hugs, not leeringly or lustfully?
Sigh, I sigh sooo deeply,
But, I pass humbly on,
Powerless to offer succor,
I leave her to the universe,
And I contemplate the cavernous bond that meshes us all together,
For, assuredly, I would not notice such travail in a ‘stranger’, if that stranger were not inexorably intertwined with me,
And me with the great ‘unum’…,
And you, and you, and you…