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dark hours of the world
in the hands of the decadent
immoral and unprincipled

terrorism knows no God
so they say: then why claim
in the name of Islam?

and, why do we lay passive
witnessing the death and tortures
of the non warmongers
and the innocent?

did they deserve to die
just because they embrace peace?
they are students for pete's sake

learning about life, love, kindness
have you seen them hurt anyone?

have they spit on your face
and have you condemned?

no!. their only fault is that
they stand for what they believe in
to love God and their fellow man

they are Christian..
peace loving and deserving
to live as human.

I grieve, I am in a rage
for my tired heart
and weary mind can't understand

the question is: must we do nothing?

Like a Lonely solder wondering through the desret, as the strong ones mesmerizs the week never knowing of the pain, slowing stealing a way his soul, longing for the time and before his fathers wars, and the making of the chains and the machines that steal a way his dreams. like the rain that will not fall untill the love flows through his veins like a wispering river backwards.

"Hey Jack, Take a look at this picture."
"What's wrong with it?"
"she's smoking a cigarette."
Her profile says she quit in 13." Oh
ya. Sure; then why is it in her mouth?"
"She's striking a pose like Madonna.
Oh ya and what about the bottle of wine in her hand"?
That's tnot a bottle of wine. Its a bottle of Jameson Irish dusky."
"Bet she's having a drink on Patrick's day.
One drink probably or she would be raising the
Bottle from her back on the floor. '
"Jack you always see the brotherly love story of people."
Cause I live in Pittsburg and you live in: LA."
Two different cities."
U think she's an angel in disguise"?
"Yes I do."

Why?
Because my world was crumbling,
a world of black smoke filled skies
balconies fluttering with old grey laundry,
embedded with bomb dust
shredded by shrapnel.
For shame,
abandoned by the dead and the dying.

There is no peace,
no unbroken sleep,
no scattered stars with milky moon
drifting softly over dreamers,
with an ear for the howling dog
the wailing cat,
or whimpering infant.

There was no peace,
so I pressed some silver
into a palm,
to cross a line
between some sand
and the good earth,
warm, quiet, inviting.
Just one more journey,
one more sleep,
then the darkness
of peace.

As I sit day dreaming, I've often wonder, how much anguish must be endure for HUMAN-kind to realize simple mistakes? "Mistakes" fueled from night time calculating, mistakes made to fan the flames of day time perpetrating! Mistakes that are preconceived from a capricious moment. When will HUMAN-kind accept the inalienable right of another to realize a dream, or a grasp at success, or an ideal of love! What those who plan these mistakes fail to perceive is that the greatest weapon of all HUMAN-KIND is HOPE! There is hope in every individual that life will be all that it can be, I know, because without a doubt, there's still hope in me!....

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.

He we are
In Wisconsin
How did we get here?
Why are we here?
We could have stayed in Europe
Or if you go back to Adam and Eve
We could have stayed in Africa
Or is it Iraq?
Who knows for sure
The earliest people in what is now called Wisconsin
Came around 15,000 years ago or so
They must have been trying to improve their lives
Maybe a lot of others I have seen lately popping up
Are trying to improve their lives too
The early ones probably came for better game
The later ones now came for better pay
Who can blame them
Maybe it is just our nature to go somewhere else
When will we start living in outer space or on other planets
Mars would work
Maybe the Moon

I will work 56 hours this week
Before taxes I will make about 880 dollars
Sound like a lot
And it is
But
What is the dollar worth today compared to 1900?
It takes 21 dollars today to equal one dollars value in 1900
So the real wage is about 42 dollars
But what about taxes too?
There weren't any in 1900
Now after paying 33% on overtime and about 21% on regular wages
Take that 42 dollars and you get 31.50
What inventions existed in 1900?
No air conditioning
No cable or cell phones
Not even cars
So you take all the money it takes to afford those luxuries
What do you have left?
At the end of the day it doesn't add up
All I know is health critics were warning people in 1900
Don't eat too much steak!
I can't remember the last time I had steak!

Where did I put that?
Where are my keys?
Where is my watch?
I had it just a minute ago!
I checked the bathroom
Nothing!
I checked the bedroom
Nothing!
So where is it!
I have 10 minutes and then I have to go to work
Oh there it is!
Thank God!
I am so relieved!

I
If freedom was the choice to give,
A rogue the chieftain’s cap;
And then, in time, repeat my lack
I would give my freedom back
II
If freedom was the chance to walk
The streets of my home town;
But always fearful of attack
I would give my freedom back
III
If freedom was to join the sect
And wear the robes of pious men;
And then like wolves, run in a pack
I would give my freedom back
IV
If freedom was to rid myself
Of all that makes a moral man;
And torture men on board and rack
I would give my freedom back
V
If freedom was to kill and destroy
The lives of those I did not know;
And then be knighted for whack and whack
I would give my freedom back
VI
If freedom was to know the truth;
But lie and lie, to keep the form
And then receive a hero's plaque
I would give my freedom back
VII
If freedom was to be immune
From the desparate cries of suffering men
And in those places never crack
I would give my freedom back
VIII
But God, the Almighty is Freedom’s source
And no people hold its exclusive rights
For where Freedom reigns, there is no fear
Each man is born as Freedom’s heir