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The Only Truth

Let's talk about Truth, it's Manner and Kind
I am sure there are ways you can find
to speak the unspoken, from mind to mind
Every secret is a Promise
Not every promise is a secret.
If you learn nothing else,
Learn how to keep it.
Now, get that out of your mind.
It's Water you fool.
The wedge that cracks
The hammer that grinds
Ha! It's the foundation of business
That is an agreement
Hands that are clasped
That's Trust, a firm contract.
It's Marriage my friend,
We must disagree.
That's me and my love,
Two as one, that's a "We"!
Nay, it's Parenting you say,
To lift them up and raise them higher,
Not hold them down with selfish desires.
It is Philosophy, the cornerstone of the Greeks.
It's Therefore, logic leads to knowledge
And Because it is shared, strong are the meek.
Yes, it's the paradox of All, no mind can ever be alone.
If there is One, there must be Many.
And without the Many, there can be no One.

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If – by Rudyard Kipling

one of my favorites, thanks to, credits to, copied and pasted from, Poetry Foundation


If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!

J. Kinison

J. Kinison
Oh the time that has passed
I kinda want to say “Holy Crap!”
It’s good to see you up there man!
it wasn’t always easy for you and your fam
I hope you’re getting paid too, damn
and no, I never forgot your name
not since the night I took the blame
that stuff you made, the Talkies
I like it, damn you’re funny!
I never sweated the small things
Kinda crazy, and now you know
what it’s like to be a hero
If I read it right, you had my back
man, I want to thank you for that
don’t hesitate if you ever need a hand
glad to see how far you’ve come
all that working looks more like fun
and let’s not talk about that other stuff
I am happy for you, and all your success
and that you’ve made it working your interest
a tip of the hat to you, sir
I hope it’s all kind of a blur
and really, how small a world
But, anyway, thanks for everything
glad to see you’re still up-and-coming
and all of the recurring themes
and Honor is indeed, a virtue

P.S.- Turd

So, I Don’t Know…

The paper I posted, and the video that argued had the same author
that’s why I looked and found her, and the paper graciously turned over
I know who was around when I heard the sound of my name,
It was good friends, trying their hand, in hope, deed, and aim
The Video for a voice, try not to hate
but, We are legion, reverberate
and the BBQ to guard your grill
was in the yard of a good friend still
when I called out the 4, it was clockwise, at that time
The plus wasn’t finished, and you made it the sign
left to right, then bottom to top, only finished one line
I called what your eyes saw, it’s kinda rude otherwise
now please excuse, in some views, pride equals riches
fucking explain that shit bitches
the prestige, and the crown, are mine

A Beautiful Man

A Beautiful Man
A beautiful man
O please tell what that might mean
is it something inside?
is it something just seen?
is it what he won’t do
is it what he gets through?
is it in him, or in you?
Where do I look, as a young lad
the media around, or my own Dad?
the books full of knowledge
a lonely kind of college
or maybe it’s that fat wallet
A rose is a rose, whatever you call it
I hope it is the size of his heart
or the size of his brain, if that means smart
Appreciation of science, psyche, and art
Is it how well he fights when going to War?
Is it the Cause that he’s fighting for?
Or the word he keeps, and upon which he swore?
I hope it’s how he will try as he might
to solve the problem, and avoid the fight
to keep healthy, and keep up his looks
exercise his mind, tell jokes, read books
I guess when it’s all said and done
I hope that these someones
deservedly believe I’m one

Psychic In Today’s World?

Psychic In Today’s World?.


From my other blog, go follow it please 🙂

Shine through Me

Shine Through Me
So, they wonder where it came from, and where’d it go?
A little prodding and poking to make him go, get him to show?
Like it’s some friday night entertainment,
or more nefarious intent
Have you stopped to think of what it would be like
not just for everyone else but for the one with the Eye?
if a lack of confidence is what’s not right
then this world needs my light
Knowledge is what is important, I hold up the candle in the dark
all I see is a simple room. spartan and stark
From here though ripples are made, from quasars and quarks
and what Flavor of Domination can be spun from Strange, Color, Charm and spark
I giggle a little, some reluctant glee, Truthfully, when I see
That good Bottoms are made in a Beauty Factory
That’s enough now, no more Itch Marketing
or pretending a Scratch Ticket is an Ego thing
But if they want to know how I do it
well, put me to the tests, c’mon, let’s do this!
I’ve got some ideas of how it works
but there’s bigger concerns to think of first.
I really do find all of the irony funny
and yeah, I really do want the money
About the song, and who was doing all the talking
Why, it was YOU that was flustered and squawking
and for that question about the lonely night
stop asking me, and take a look to your side
that’s who brought me there, to her utter delight
And a serious moment, for this one’s not mine
but for good people, who thought they lost time
and the lady singing so loud, “This little light of mine”
“You’re so beautiful, and yes, I’m fine”
I can’t make out the rest, her voice is hard to discern
I don’t have much to go on, from you I must learn
if they cant hear what I say,
remember, where there’s a Will, there’s a way
I love to laugh, but this isn’t fame
If I am even close to right, does it seem like a game?
and now I fear the candle grows dim
I can barely see the room I’m in
I hear nothing, no matter how hard I listen
My jaw clenches, my resolve stiffens
if this is how it must be
then by the Dark Energy of Possibility
this light will shine through me!

Oh really…

there’s no way I could know
your dug-in little mole
or when I’m being watched
even by remote control

so here we sit and wonder why
things are what they are
and we eat, shit, and die
just to play out our parts

And though I really should thank you
you didn’t get what I can do
I guess it’s just C’est la Vie
and for now, I bid you adieu

to answer you Miss Kitty
on why I might be angry
I went 1000 miles
you wouldn’t go 10 feet

I’m not really mad at you
more hurt, if ya know what I mean
I said it, I meant it, through and through
none of this is as easy at it might seem

maybe just stop and think
my purpose and meaning
might be to answer your prayers
and live out your dreams

for now I am taking opportunities
to help out, lend a hand, and help myself
live a little bit different, a little Form E
and return to the days of wealth and health

Dear Jon

Better late than never
Here for your pleasure
A teeny endeavor
For the best fake news host ever

Dear Jon,

Is this what you call goodbye?
I mean, it seems like only last century you said hi
and I never would have envisioned
how much you helped with my Indecision
and like the holiday tree mission
you’ve become a bit of a family tradition
Come on man
none of this was planned
think of the kids
your unborn fans
I never had a problem with your infidelity
even that one affair with, what’s his name, Stevie?
It really was those daily doses
you’d show us of those calling farts roses
and I always looked forward
to your indecent exposures
every evening when we got cozy
I’m not mad
just a little sad
I hope you’re happy
I’ll pretend to be glad
but if this must be the end I will dry my eyes
I’ll keep my chin up, and the pain inside
if for everything there is a season
and even this has a reason
and all of the hope that you’re teasin’
to avoid the pain of you leavin’
don’t you give a damn?
I’m sorry, I hope you understand
It’s just that, well
We fucking love you man!

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