Poetry Post 78

Bigots
Deviant spawn of Satan
Conspiring, soul taking
Oppressor and hater of your brother
Systematically killing one after another
Hatred preached as love is shun
Authority ruled by a gun
Embodier of what no man should tolerate
Embodier of hypocrisy and hate
God will only show you reproof
Oppressor of love and truth

Cats
There's no finer fonder friend than feline
Feminine and childlike combine
No other companion can question their sincerity
Moods might vary but their love is always a certainty
Sophisticated and aloof, an affectionate goof
Cats give laughter and love their proof
When loyalty comes without obligation
It's that feline affection

Layers Of Good & Evil
Altruism beneath arrogance or hedonism before humanity
Trying to find my core beneath the layers inside of me
Am I righteous tainted by sin or just a sinner in denial
You can only see the surface from a profile
Only from observation does one claim a fact
Anything beyond perception can never be exact
So we judge each other by external acts of virtue and sin
Because we cannot take a look at the motives within

Poetry Post 77

Religious Pacifists
Jehovah remember Martin Luther King
For with faith in you he believed freedom would ring
Jehovah remember Mahatma Gandhi
For with Christ like peace he caused a change to be
Jehovah remember Isaac Newton and Albert Einstein
For they kept faith and science soundly intertwine
Jehovah remember Mother Teresa and Albert Schweitzer
For in a time of greed they remembered what Christian love is for
Jehovah remember Henry David Thoreau
And all who struggled to be on the path you show

Phonies
What can I say what can I do
To make my feelings connect to you
We have no intimacy
You can't even feel me
My pains and pleasures you know of
But you only know it not feel, there is no love
Between us are only knowledge and a void
A quaint acquaintance I would like to avoid
We take and we give
Without any real motive
We know our value but have no appreciation
Our love feels like mere obligation
And since we don't really care
I don't think I need to be there

High
When I get so low I look for a high
But I have to watch so that I don't fall and die
I want to go touch the cloudless sky
But I know I'm left high and dry

No Offense Taken "Cracking Down On The KKK"

(two experiences lead me to write this skit the first happened at school. This bully I knew was a well known racist at school truly self-described racist and I heard him talking about a sexual desire he had for some black celebrity I can't remember but feel free to assume it could have Halle Berry and I asked him if he was a racist who had told me a few days earlier interracial marriage is "morally wrong" then how could he justify liking black women and he told me that he simply wanted to have sex with her not marry her and the second experience was I asked this white ex-friend of mine if she thought racism would ever end and she said no because "black people would never let it go" and I asked her how could she be such a racist and she said the only reason I wasn't racist was because I found black women sexually attractive or otherwise I would speak like her apparently)

(backstage of a fashion show with two major fashion designers)
Mr. Falentino: Mr. Cunilini who do we have headlining our urban clothing line?
Mr. Cunilini: Well I'm glad to say we got Latisha Krenshaw showcasing our blue jeans and t-shirt products and we have Giesselle Groingwoppenheiger wearing our dreaded rainbow colored business suit and polka dot vinyl pants
Mr. Falentino: Giesselle Groingwoppenheiger, isn't she that temperamental chain smoking drama queen that looks like a transvestite hooker from Auschwitz? Why do we want her modeling our clothes? And why in God's name do we have rainbow business suits with vinyl polka dot pants in our product line?
Mr. Cunilini: (exasperated) Let me tell you one last time Mr. Falentino. We are fashion designers, the most left wing branch of the liberal media, so our job is to change the standard of beauty from the fascist white debutaunt look to a more racially broad scope. We started with tans and fuller lips, then moved on to Latinos and Asians, then to light brown African women with straight hair and to the big booty full body Nubian princesses and all the while we try to make blondes look more stupid, plastic, and anatomically improbable and therefore less desirable thus Marilyn Monroe, Farrah Fawcett, Pamela Anderson, Britney Spears...
Mr. Falentino: But what's the purpose of this?
Mr. Cunilini: Well the more white people find African-American women beautiful and the less attracted they become to European-American women the less recruits enter white terrorist organizations
(Meanwhile at a Klan barbecue with only two Klansmen)
KKKMan1: (mock disgust at a lingerie catalog) Aaugh look at all these disgusting black women in this magazine.
KKKMan2: I know, where are all the white women at? If I wanted big asses I'd screw my donkey.
KKKMan1: You do screw your donkey
KKKMan2: You're right I do screw that donkey I guess black women can't be so bad
(Disclaimer: This was just a skit, the part of the Klansmen was to represent a stereotypical hypocrisy in the beauty standard {ie men who are racist typically commit beastiality} and I don't mean to imply any objectification of women based on either race or looks other than having a broader view of superficial beauty and not taking it so seriously that you only want or only want to be anorexic pale white divas)

Poetry Post 76

Field Of Grass
Running through the field so green
Taking in the air so clean
Living in this place of peace wandering free
Living forever in Earth's harmony
As I lie down under a shady tree
Living on what God gave me
Spending my day down by the creek
Letting all my pain grow weak
I am on a high of fresh air
I can do whatever I dare
There's no cloud to ruin the fun
Just the warm thrill of the sun
Climbing on every rock and tree
Letting myself be me
Swimming across the river so deep
Climbing all the hills so high and steep
I've forgotten all about my blues
I've forgotten all my bad news
With what God gave me I feel refreshed and anew
I am free to do what I want to do
To enjoy what Mother Nature has to provide
Here away from society I will hide
Peace and calmness comes upon me
I am finally out and free

Waiting For God's Day
So many Christians waiting for Armageddon
Lagging, waiting, whining, toiling on
They focus on the destination not the path
So ungratefully they grow in wrath
Everyone wanting to see the Kingdom today
Not recognizing the present is more than a gateway
There is a reason God alone knows the hour
So He can see what we'll do with our mortal power

Illusive Love
Every day in the morning I say "I love you" but no one receives it
I hear a voice telling me one day there will be, if only I believed it
The only way I can survive the lonely nights in my bed
Is to keep a vision of my illusive love in my head

Poetry Post 75

To Brittany Gray IX
Time fades away but my love for you does not
The memory of our love is all I got
The pages of my poetry is decaying
And no one hears what I'm saying
Nothing of mine is immortal except for the love I'll never forhet
But when I die the world won't care a bit
The love will lay in remission
Just another love locked in a tombstone prison
And all the love will have been in vain
But even now it's no use but a longing pain

Purpose In Life
Jehovah, His People and His Earth
Have been disregarded as having no worth
But our purpose in life
Is to fight against this strife
We are to respect God's Children and His Land
And follow through our lives to live up to God's Command

Bedtime (Haiku)
Laying down my head
Tired and weary once more
From a working day

Poetry Post 74

Yuppies
The Reagan World got so yuppie we forgot it was 1984
So busy in stocks and creature comfort goals we forgot the war
So much in our inventory we didn't know what we had in store
Materialism covers our self destructive core
Our world becomes less as we demand more
How will our Earth endure
It is ours not our own to care for

Simple Beauties
Every day people tell me the simple beauty of daily life
Will conquer over my interior strife
But I can't believe the world is so magnificent
When the beauties are so insignificant
Until the rose talks of peace
Until the butterfly causes war to cease
Until the stars can cure the ill
And the moon can pay the bill
I'll always have interior strife
Never seeing beauty in life

Kari
Kari you are my kindest and most wonderful friend
And although my love may look like a passing trend
And my emotions are inconstant like the wind
I'll still firmly declare my love for you shall never end

Poetry Post 73

Jehovah Provides
God not only gives freely but also free
There is no fee for spirituality
God'll forgive far more than He'll blame
God is Jehovah more than a title, a personal name
Jehovah gives to all as He created all
He hears every earnest call
Jehovah is power, justice, wisdom and above all love
He loves with perfection those whom of perfection are short of

Adolescent Sects
What's your disorder we'll find your cult
Nature or nurture either way it's your parents fault
Whatever is your mental shtick
Is whatever your social clique
Then we dissect them by musical preference
Widening the gap of social difference
To the left rap, hip hop, funk
To the right grunge, metal, punk
Then whatever you detest
We might let you protest

Pornography
Dignity can be raped by a dirty photo
Because not of the body but the mentality it'll show
The countless souls stolen by a camera shot
Has left a field of flawed flesh self-destructive dying faster than it can rot
Posers and watchers lost in self shame
Their innocence will never be the same
Wonderful women turned dirty and degraded
Lost souls taken so their pain is evaded