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Corporate MeteorologyMore erratic than El Niño;
More temperate than typhoons;
More destructive than volcanoes;
More drenching than monsoons;
More catastrophic than floods
And forest fires — combined;
More frightening than earthquakes
Along tectonic fault lines.
Arrows like tsunamis;
A serial destroyer
Of esteem and morale;
An insatiable appetite—
No reason, no warning—
Until its anger reaches full height.
And then the storm vanishes
As quickly as it came;
Leaving in its wake, nothing,
But the dead and the maimed.
When all we have left is your smile...
To Jon, who's left us; may you be at rest in His arms.
Our first thought of you
Is that unforgettable smile
Your words of encouragement
And life without guile.
Your commitment to change lives
Your passion to sing
Your generosity to others
Your devotion to Him
The days we had to know you
Were little and few
Regretfully, I only knew you best
Standing in funeral pew
You taught us not to take life for granted;
How it could be cut short -
And to treasure all those around us
- Just as we ought.
You taught us to take
Every opportunity we had to meet
To truly pour into each other’s lives;
And share the bitter and the sweet.
Many hearts have been broken
And many tears shed -
You were such an inspiration
In the life that you shared.
So as we lay
Your body to rest
We remember the smile
Of one who loved best.
These words of departureThese words of departure--
Half unwilling words of goodbye--
Also wish you the best of what’s out there
And success in all you try.
Your bold demeanor, laughter
And courage to persevere
Have inspired and won me over
In this last year.
You see, I’ll miss you
-- and sorely! -- my dear
Because you were my sunshine
When things felt deary here.
May you keep on doing good
Wherever you go.
And I hope, once in a while,
You’ll remember these days of old.
Behind Those Eyes (Poem)Dark brown, or grey?
Too murky to tell
In artificial habitats
Devoid of ocean swell
Listless and grieved
Their eyes told it all
Though they said not a word
From behind that glass wall
Gone were the open spaces
Where calves used to play
From spirited enclaves
Were they spirited away
Cramped in stagnant water
Without active stimuli
Wasting away for the entertainment
Of gawkers passing by
Of their silent suffering
Enervated and languorous
In endless circles, swimming
Blue Ballet: Dance of the Sea Fairies (Poem)Spotlights trained
Of deep blue sage
A dainty dip
A graceful twirl
Amidst deep water’s
The sea fairies’ dance
An audience entranced
Time slows down
An Eternity's lone shard
The JourneyI travelled down hot asphalt roads
Amused by sights I did not see:
Fragrant flowers and chirping birds
Cheerful laughter chiming with glee.
In many contraptions were people trapped;
In varying cages were they kept:
Enclosed, imprisoned, jailed - un-free;
Helmed in by thoughts, worries, and anxiety;
Anguished by life's uncertainty;
Prisoners of mind, of purse, of geography;
Confined behind locks without a key.
And yet escape could still be found;
From fetters and chains was I unbound -
Raised up and lifted from death's mound
By Hope and Love of great renown.
Enriched by blessings I did not deserve
With an abundance of love without reserve;
A drop of heaven on this parched Earth;
An immaculate gift of infinite worth:
Love, Joy, and Peace,
Kindness, and Faith,
Patience and Goodness,
Long-suffering, and Grace,
With bright countenance
And cheerful face
Came my hero - my savior -
The one true Lord
Whom all with renewed hearts adored.
Kisses planted in a generous clusterKisses planted in a generous cluster
With all the sweetness love could muster
Decked in Hope's brilliant gem-like luster
Cheeks blushing a ruby fluster
Oh my love, my spell-caster!
If only time could pass a little faster
To the day our beloved pastor
Will declare us mistress and master;
The day we stand before the altar
To pledge a love that will not falter
Making vows that'll never alter
Come flaming hell, or raging high water.
So here I am, upon my bed
With but a pillow for my head
To travel through dream's cascade -
A 'goodnight' I must, to you, bade.
Let it out - let it goThere are times one needs to vent;
But please, in those moments, don't invent.
Do it well, and say what's meant;
Ensure that every bullet's spent.
Then leave it there - don't revise
(Sayeth the council of the wise)
Don't let it spread like a rash of hives
Avoiding that saves many lives.
Let it out - let it go
Don't take it back & keep it till you grow old.
Grow Up, Grow Up Little Boy.Grow up, grow up little boy,
Be a man now, the world's no toy.
The manly man fears no war, no pain,
Nor hesitates to plunge his knife into another's heart,
To take away their chance to see their wife and child again.
Grow up, grow up little boy,
Can't you see that honour's a ploy,
A tool to fool the weak and gullible soul?
Never mistake this deceitful mask for truth,
Never lose sight of your profitable goal.
Grow up, grow up little boy,
Your compassion is so coy,
So riddled with inevitable hypocrisy.
Be true; stamp on those at your knees as they would stamp on you.
Such is life, such is nature, naught but a kratocracy.
Grow up, grow up little boy,
Hesitate not to destroy!
God, your country, your ideals are imperilled!
Draw your righteous sword, you and your elders are The Right.
Cut and kill until all who oppose you are impaled.
Grow up, grow up little boy,
Put aside all that gives you joy.
Work and profit are all that matter,
All else is but a foolish fantasy devoid of hope.
See how t
All You NeedIn the end, all you need
Is achieve a beautiful mansion
A bottle of expensive whiskey
A top hat of higher quality
And an outfit of respect
You drink half the bottle
Turns the top hat sideways
Tears a piece of cloth from the costume
Lights with a lighter
And blows up the mansion
And life returns to make sense
And repeats the process
Until the end of your life
My Autism is NOT a PrisonIf you saw what we’re capable of
You would not want to cure us.
Yet you belittle it as a curse
And try and shove it away.
Do you just not to deal with it?
Because you want your “dream child”?
I’m sorry, no one’s perfect.
(And the only thing that can imprison us is you.)
So why do you make us feel worthless
When really, we have a gift?
Peace.As I walked through these streets,
I saw your face,
& it made me ponder & think.
As in a blink it changed,
From nothing, to anger, to sadness,
& back to anger again.
What gain is there?
As shadows fly upon the air,
Shattered memories of peace.
While I prayed at the temple,
You sat in the mosque,
& we seeked answers,
From the same G-d.
Every time I see you,
I just look away.
You do the same,
& it seems as if we have
Never known each other.
But we have one Father.
Yet we act so different,
As our children cry
In the distance.
& I wonder through the
I see you walking home.
& one day,
I hope to say "Shalom!"
& you will say
The Last Days of RomeThe Last Days of Rome
At long last the wishing-well runs dry
Man is the only animal that preys on his sons
The evil obscenity lurking in his eye
Hyena-laughs cackling, olive branches for guns
A race born flawed, broken for the ages
The one who cries for reason is pilloried and cast out
Clearly it is their fault for feeling rage
Against a a society founded on paranoia and doubt
But no, clearly we are gods,
Who is here to tell us we are stupid and weak?
At this hour a nameless bird caws
In every stone a fracture, in every bucket a leak
Warrior against wounded, man against boy
We are too proud to see our hubris comes in waves
We take weapons and treat them like toys
Our collective hate trickling down through the days
to dust -
turned my cone
like you were
sometimes [11/30]the stars won't align for us,
love, not now
fate isn't meant to be
that's the most beautiful thing about it.
The White shall BlackIf there was no evil
How do we explain to our sons how they should be good?
If there were no dark
How could we explain the light?
If you only know the truth
How can you recognize a lie?
The world spins
Rotates from day to night
Rotates chaos to bonanza
on and on
Under Frequency and periods
Equal and unequal
An opposite in excess at a moment
An opposite in fault in another
Magic is science that can not be explained
Dry is not wet at the moment
Coal is still not diamond
Diamond is still not coal
Not a right
Not a law
Is the universe
Is the truth
Is the logical
That you must accept both
What of me?From a seed I did grow
But what fruits have I to show?
Hanging off me are but withered leaves
And dying flowers hanging like empty sheaths.
Where are my thorns that had protected me?
Or my gardeners that had promised to tend me?
My bark is falling
My branches bent
My trunk is hollow
My canopy rent.
What does it matter, what they had said
When at the end of the day, their words are dead?
The pleasant words they spoke, the vows they made
Now exist nowhere but in my head.
They helped some flowers, pulled out a few weeds
But did they really do 'good deeds'?
The garden has perished
Only death remains
Nothing but decay
Is found along the lanes.
Who can save us now?
Can we be saved? And how?
From who can Hope be drawn?
Can we cease being forlorn?
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