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He was a football player
He was an actor
He used to run in commercials for Hertz
He drove a Bronco
He was followed by a lot of cop cars
He was on tv for about a year
He was found not guilty of two murder in 1995
I was on his side in 1995
This man is a victim of a corrupt judicial system
I was happy when he was found not guilty
I loved him in Naked Gun
I still do
Then he was trying to get back some stolen trophy
He got put in jail in 2008 for trying to take back his property
I have had that similar situation
Do I take the stolen stuff back or just leave it
I left it because they can always claim it was theirs
Even if you have 100% proof that it is yours
They can still lie and call you a theif
So I left it and prayed for them
Too bad OJ didn't do the same

Every day it draws
Nations of hidden shadows marching our way
Crying whispers trembling away

The dreamer dreams the prescribed same
Year after year it’s like a haunted game

Robots pushing their counterfeit way
Kids running astray
Striking fear it sends
Nobody seems to be friends
Threatening and forcing their way

The coffee is cold
I’m tired sick of growing old
The coffee is cold
I’m tired sick of growing old

Royal bloodlines
Approving outrageous fines
We wake up
To the same pale day
There’s nothing left to say

The coffee is cold
I’m tired sick of growing old
The coffee is cold
I’m tired sick of growing old

The world is on a tilt
Damn this system we built

Seems there’s nothing we can ever dream
No matter how loud we scream

The dream remains the empty same
Year after year it’s like a haunted game

She shakes and shudders as you plunge deeper
Uncaring, unhearing you ceaselessly carry on
You rape and pillage without thought or care
Oh earth what you must suffer
To satisfy mankind's greed

Man will change
like chameleon
clothed in envy
Amid the evergreen leaves
objectives are concealed

Man will change
Like Vancouver doffing orange sun
and Gaspésie dressed in white,
pallid like them southern cotton fields;
they are honest measures of changes

Man will change
like a day donning darkness
after sunbeams are swallowed up in mystery
His shrewdness will hide former faces
He will breathe in open secrets

Man will change,
and tread like Cain
when his brother’s blood cried
from the soil
their ancestors’ sweat grew cassava and pomegranate

After thirty pieces were pocketed,
did he not translated
to one sorry for his plight more than his deeds?
Man will change
into the dragon he is fond of

Man will change
like a woman removing layers
in the closet of her chamber
after a winter’s night clothed her in warmth
Man will change everything but underwear;
his road lies under his skin

Sam Smith was the big winner
Weird Al Yankovic won too
The rest I wouldn't take out to dinner
The music has seemed to gone to hell in a hand basket
Sam Smith's Stay With Me and
Lorde's Yellow Flicker Beat
The only ones I cared to listen to against all that other racket
Kanye West tried to come on stage
But my favorite grammy moment of all time
That SOY BOMB guy dancing to Bob Dylan
That kind of stuff gets me engaged
Michael Jackson won the most grammys with eight
Adele got six which was pretty great
Since the music isn't what it used to be
My favorite category is comedy
And I bought Weird Al's Mandatory Fun
Now that the grammys are done
I will wait for the Oscars next week
Maybe they will have some winners who don't reek

tossed upon the seas of love
the hateful soul unrepentant
sloganed roses read OsLove
to show humanity's decedents

what the stronger will stand for
bury the hate after the tears
no heating up of this cold war
speak to each in higher prayers

hate may have a home in Hades
but the people here won't bite
held high cool love to cascade
renounce hostility abolish fright

each individually, and as a race
stands at a fork in their road
turn toward love or a darker place
either way picked emotions flowed

these now stand voicing tolerance
flowers of acceptance held high
instead of falling into malevolence
individuals as a nation do reply

© agoodguy2have 2011-07-26

Why we forgot to love sincere?
Why we forgot to enjoy by little things
In this society our souls are stolen
By worries and money and pleasures of body.

Why we forgot to be romantic?
To not afraid to show some feelings
Why we forgot to look in mirror
And to be ourselves without mask
Or double personality.

Why we forgot this life is short
And when we pass away ,we don't take
Nothing with us ,we just go how we came
But we can take with us one thing
Our memory of the nice feelings
If we lived them intensly here.

Everyone says taxes are too high
but I don't know why
I get help with my rent
I get some food too
My girfriend gets help
My mom and dad too
So why do people complain
They are helping alot of people my friend
So here I am here to say I like taxes
I love them Sam I Am

Youth is wasted on the young,
they treat it like some foul smelling dung.
Instead of embracing their moment in time,
they play computer games, it's such a crime.

Back in my youth, we would be out all day,
cycling, climbing, among the fray.
Playing games, usually with a ball,
cricket, soccer, we played them all.

But nowadays it's on a screen,
shut up in rooms, and never seen.
No sunshine, upon their faces,
never exploring, exciting places.

In my day, life was real,
action games, seeking the thrill.
Falling out of trees, and grazing knees,
life in my day was one big wheeze.

From my first waking moment
To the moment I drift off to sleep
It eats at my insides
Like a gnawing rat in deep

Throughout the night I toss and turn
Beneath my cardboard shelter
The cold it seeps into my bones
To battle with my hunger

The colours of the world reduced
To this blackness called hunger
What would I give for one good meal
My soul I'd sell to the devil

My world reduced to black and white
No reds, greens or purples
No pretty colours do I see
Just blackness that is my hunger