Flame of Desire

Desire is the fire that enlightens my mind.
Without it I falter and fall far behind.
It’s that bright spark which drives me to succeed
And directs me to all the things I will need.

Desire fills the gaps that my failures will leave;
So once more in myself I’ll want to believe.
Without desire my path is a precipitous way
With nothing to rescue me from downs of each day.

From the shadow of failure, success surely will shine
As from dry, rocky vineyards does blossom sweet wine.
Matter not the success, its birth is desire
Love of self and others is the spark that ignites this fire.

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Between Happiness And Me

The only thing between happiness and me is my attitude;

Who or what’s in the driver’s seat directing my mood.

It has nothing to do with my status or measure of wealth.

It doesn’t even have to be related to the state of my health.

Whether I’m happy or sad is not changed by food or drugs;

Though I’ll admit it’s not hurt by steady supplies of hugs.

My happiness depends on whether I can draw nearer

To that image of my attention each morning in the mirror.

If I’m satisfied and confident with this familiar face,

Then happiness will be mine in life’s uncertain race.

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Death Benefits

As death approaches it helps me appreciate life,

Since thought of dying makes daily problems fade.

Worries about all material things causing strife

Mean nothing in view of death’s daunting shade.

Death reminds me how precious is each day.

A rising sun engenders hope with its shine

Its movement means limited time to leave my say

To improve the world with my personal design

Death helps me focus on things that really count

Like the importance of love of family and friends,

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It's Just A Car

Metal crown, a rubber throne with plastic in between.
So regal is its status that all worship this machine.
There’s no chance to work or play and sleep is stressed at best.
Without this master there’s little way you’ll ever leave your nest.

The only chance to conquer this friend and foe alike
Is to change unneeded ways before disasters strike.
Home is no doubt the palace, but too often second place
Since the machine, the phallus, penetrates all other space.

Remember before your next journey takes you very far,
Though the challenge is hard, you’re in charge. It’s just a car!

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Only Time Will Tell

The future is ours if we hold at bay
Money and power that stand in the way.
Cures can be found and new bridges crossed
If we have the will, regardless of cost.

Courage and truth must come to the fore
To father discovery and nevermore
Take a back seat to discomfort from change
Like new ideas and old ways they estrange.

Man must become so much more than today
Or past frailties will doom his well charted way.
While he ardently battles injustice and fear,
Fangs of pride and avarice always lurk near.

We may embrace stars or return to the plow.
Only time will tell and it’s bellowing now.

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The Dangerous Pedantic, Etc.

Each day is much more pedantic,
As this fraudulent world becomes frantic
With the didactic and doctrinaire
So much so that they dictate what’s fair.

Informed citizenry must take reigns
From misguided, self righteous brains
Who fool no one but themselves
As their books die unread on shelves.

Have fear that these ignorants here
Are those who will only cheer
When each intention and selfish concern
Is satisfied even as sidewalks burn.

Vision and strategy must prevail
As priorities overwhelm mundane detail.
The world really has no other choice.
The future ill affords more erudite voice.

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A Real God

One day a child asked me, “Is there a real God? ”
From a baby of six I thought the question odd.
He had yet to learn the vagaries of this earth,
Yet questioned a mystery far beyond his birth.

My answer to this child was heartfelt indeed.
I’m unsure of where a supreme spirit will lead.
Is he only a concept I need when sad and alone?
Or a force who will judge each one on their own?

Was bible’s god subject to suffering and tears
Or is man from the sea after billions of years?
I’ve lived a long time and have faith in what is so.
I told him a loving life will surely help him know.

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Tuesday

Tuesday I'd say could be quite nice
If it weren't in the grip of Monday's paper vice.
You'd think that with all the computers around,
That paperwork would seldom, if ever, be found.
Though things now-a-days are even sloppier
Thanks to that invention, the high speed copier.
Unfortunately, Tuesday appears to be a bad news day.
It's just too close to muddled Monday for a better way.
If it could only be a little bit later on in the week,
That would be closer to the ideal advantage I seek.
But as long as poor Tuesday appears so very early,
I know there's something good I can find in it surely.

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A Fool's Litany

When a youth they said I was uncouth, but they were wrong about me.
The world was in error as I could plainly see.
When I disagreed I did not heed whether friend, teacher or such.
I knew more than they in every way. I was better by so much.

Now I'm an adult and richer than all those poor, useless fools
Who make up a stagnant middle class where no one rules.
I seek more money so I and others in my chosen class
Can transform these non producers into a pile of broken glass.
Only then will this country regain the power it needs;
Rules not from middle class fools, but a selected, special breed.

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December

It’s with trepidation and mixed emotions that I arrive here.
It’s a month of giving, but means loss of another year.
Another year that has expired as I celebrate the holidays.
I cherish society’s true gifts and lament its hollow ways.

Its true gifts are the freedoms for which so many have died.
Hollow ways are by a few who have cheated and lied.
Best of all are the gifts of being with dear family and friends,
Good wishes, hugs and kisses with the love that this sends.

I’ll cleanse my mind so that the only things I’ll remember
Are future positives nurtured by this joyous December.

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