MORON SCRAPE

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A moron's scrape
From a living man's life
The deep hole .. that
Replaces the soul

Which then desires
Another man's wife
With no intent

Other than to deceive
Her .. and himself
And all who might believe
That he had some substance

And was worthy .. and deserved
Any .. kind of life
Especially .. while on top
Of this other man's wife.


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A CHRISTMAS WISH

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Delivered by your Consumer Face


Reinforced after .. The Fact

At a .. Boxing Day Place


Your values Skewed

Beliefs that were once Sacred

Now .. Stripped and Lewd


You believe the Merchants

Who offer nothing ..

In exchange for Your Gold


No time left to exchange

Your Purchased Mindset

Christmas comes again .. next year

God !

You have gotten Old.



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Your time alone ..


Dangling at the end

Of your threadbare cord

Your time .. so occupied

With those channeled thoughts

That you can ill afford


Because they always spell

Your own demise

By witch and via lottery expectations

You seek surprise


A surprise that would lead

You to a Fullfilled Life

The one that you missed


All of the way down ..

During your somewhat confused

Successful Rise.


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Realities .. sad or otherwise .. are simply that .. all of Life is a Story. :-) .. (-:

Any child born .. is essentially born perfect to this world .. the key adults who are in their life then become the determining factor as to how those children develop and to what they become.

Sadly .. children are so often abused and mistreated .. so the mindset they develop launches them on whatever terrible path .. that is very difficult to get off of. In the story Michael gave his sister ( and himself ) the only Gift he could .. he extricated them both from pain that was too much to bear . :-(

ABOUT 3 AM ..

It was another Christmas Eve and this year Michael was almost five years old ..

As he slowly regained consciousness .. the pain returned with a vengeance to his bruised little body .. he looked to his right .. and noted the time in the hellish red glow of the LED clock face on the night table .. the display read 3:33 AM. He could hear the gentle rise and fall of his little sister Holly's breath as she slept in the only bed in the room .. he looked up from his sleeping spot on the floor to confirm that she was alright.

His attention to her was interrupted by what seemed like dogs barking and fighting over scraps .. after a moment of confusion he once again recognized the voices of his father and mother in the kitchen below .. things were not going well .. once again.

His eyes turned to the ceiling above .. with no lights on .. it was as black as ink and therefore a comfort to his mind .. there was nothing to worry about in blackness .. it was just black.

He lay there for what seemed like a very long time .. the screaming and barking in the kitchen below did not abate .. it felt like it would never stop.

He stood up .. and in what some might consider to be sleep - walking .. made his way to his parent's bedroom and the dresser that he knew contained his father's ... .45 .. the cold steel felt good in his two hands as he returned to where he had come from .. and ever so quietly climbed into the bed where his little sister slept .. he put his head right up next to hers .. aligned the barrel of the gun with them both .. and as he gently squeezed the trigger .. he whispered .. " Merry Christmas Holly ".

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Thanks to you All for your kind remarks !!!

It feels really good to get some positive ( or any kind of ) feedback for what one writes and I am sure you all appreciate what I am saying.

What I find sort of interesting is that I began posting my poems on Face the Book about a month ago .. and of the 20 or so poems I have placed there so far .. I have gotten NO comments .. just a couple of "likes" .. and these are people that know me reasonably well .. go figure ?

Thanks again Folks, Vitsec. :-) :-) :-)

LUCID IN THE SKY WITH DIAMONDS

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Your lucid last look

At your motionless dream

Your choice .. your points

Not what they would seem


You drift within

Your secret mire

Not seeking the soul

Of yourself .. or the means to inspire


Others to move

Towards a worthwhile life

That might somehow provide

Some sort of salvation .. an end


To .. whatever kind of strife


And all that it took

To corrupt yours and their mind

Which then lost all perspective

With no time left to find


Their way out .. or your way in

The way in which

You could all have lived


Less .. The Sin.



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Leigh .. I do agree that to feel anything is better than to feel nothing at all .. however, when I walked through a mall today .. I could see what was felt by the people who wore the faces of the consuming ( and consumed ) public .. and .. well .. that made me sad.

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INEQUALITY

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When and If you find that the days you have lived

Out number the nights you have died

Will you stop and consider

Your great fortune .. your soul inside



Your emerging and thoughtful being

Developing from what you were

From your first time at seeing

The seduction of the slur



Of any moral language

That might defend the case

Of inequality

Within the human race.



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FAITH
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Your Faith is revealed

By what you do not believe

You miss most of what is all around you

As water will pour through a sieve

You ignore your senses

Not even fully aware of the normal five

Believing only what you were told

By others within the mortal hive

Your learning and growth

Proceeds at a snail's pace

Content with .. not knowing ...

You are a proud member of the human race.


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FREE FALL

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A liar's full trust


In a fellow liar's lie

Structural Steel tends to rust

People tend to die


Crumple and fall

Into their own abyss

Screaming on their way down


Was I a Hit .. or a Miss ?



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VEILS
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The veils that fall


And mask a face

May disappear


But always leave a trace

Of why they were there

In the very first place.


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NEVER
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A vagrant eye

A poet's scheme

To fit anywhere

But in between

The ones who ache

And burn their lives

And always take

And never .. give back


Those Bees .. who have Burnt their Hives.


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Your Texas Twist
Your Immortal Why

Thanks for taking
The .. Time .. To Stop By !

:-) V ..

A faded cord

Of the ties that bind

An unwavering wish ..

That one day you may find


Some solace within

What you have learned

About yourself

And the bridges you have burned.


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A Right Man Left

Without any Tie

Left it all Behind

In the Middle of Why


Left it

Because it Burned and Hurt

In the .. Center of No Where

Just Beneath .. The Right Left Midpoint

Of His Blue T Shirt .



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A death alone

Is not a quiet place

No peace exists

In that one's face


No time to stop

And say goodbye

Just too much time to think

About the absent and the why


And about your teardrops

That now form a lake

Draining into some unknown ocean

Your once earthbound legs .. have begun to quake.



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Clarity
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A Clear View

On an even Clearer Day

A look at your Conscience

And your Consciousness

With .. Crystal Clear Clarity

And .. Pure Passage of Light

You have .. Found Your Way.


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Just One More Lie
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A Quiet Listen


To .. just one more Lie

Of your own Making

Why .. is it so hard for you to Learn

That .. there is an Inherent Value

In Choosing .. how you Die

When you stop Giving

You start Taking.


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