Psalms 142:8 Free me from prison so that I may praise your name. The Prison Marker: Where you come to visit the writing on the prison walls.
Sunday, September 30, 2012
Saturday, September 29, 2012
Friday, September 28, 2012
Thursday, September 27, 2012
Saturday, September 22, 2012
Why the songbird
Why the songbird
Sitting high in the tree
A breeze will come by
And it will fly to another branch
With jurisprudence the song is sung by the willow
But only the leper knew how to play ball
Friday, September 21, 2012
Last rights never get consumed by freedom
You never expect the wicked to know that there is an enemy but you always think they will side with him.
Thursday, September 20, 2012
Wanton reality never subdues dignity
Junior meets his poet. His poet is gracious, junior wants to make more chimneys burn bright.
Wednesday, September 19, 2012
Tuesday, September 18, 2012
Monday, September 17, 2012
Sunday, September 16, 2012
Death pleas never register with dignity and justice
Iran has no where to go when the bombs fall soon.
Saturday, September 15, 2012
Counting the dreidles really does not indicate success
Silly worlds are never that ripe for tomorrow.
Friday, September 14, 2012
Thursday, September 13, 2012
Never Again
The prison marker apologizes for mentioning yemach shemo, but it was a displacement of the likely evil that will go with the idea that we can have solutions in light of the negativity of the words "Final Solution". Evil has its methods and I have mine.
Respecting the dignity of others is really a physicians job too
Hope for the best, but deal with the rest.
Wednesday, September 12, 2012
Tuesday, September 11, 2012
Monday, September 10, 2012
High hopes
They slide their astute hands aside
The surface runs
Limelight takes center stage
Relevancy saps promise
Withdrawn is their mind
The truth extols their pain
Seeming friendship daunts them
The ice forms on their wings
Righteous days are seldom found
The sound of slurping carries them to their party
Wickedness resumes
And they are idle
The surface runs
Limelight takes center stage
Relevancy saps promise
Withdrawn is their mind
The truth extols their pain
Seeming friendship daunts them
The ice forms on their wings
Righteous days are seldom found
The sound of slurping carries them to their party
Wickedness resumes
And they are idle
Sunday, September 9, 2012
Mind over matter
They say that it never hurts to pray. Once you learn to make deposits in the future of the heavens you never look back.
Saturday, September 8, 2012
Water falls
Shine ye dignified soul
Hold fast to the soul and mind
Clean your sanity and wisdom
Find hope in the few
Scare the terrorists who shoot their future
Stand firm you who love Light
Stay home and think
Hold a candle to reason
Cry when the world steals dignity
Hand wares to the future
And save your own eyes
Hold fast to the soul and mind
Clean your sanity and wisdom
Find hope in the few
Scare the terrorists who shoot their future
Stand firm you who love Light
Stay home and think
Hold a candle to reason
Cry when the world steals dignity
Hand wares to the future
And save your own eyes
Sledge hammer
We call yet few reply
Who eats ham for its own sake
Human interest is exposed without dignity
Futures are damned
Fortunes corrupt
Reason disacclaimed
The dead prescribe a fast
The simple step in excrement
Worlds refuse alignment
And the student is ever poor
Who eats ham for its own sake
Human interest is exposed without dignity
Futures are damned
Fortunes corrupt
Reason disacclaimed
The dead prescribe a fast
The simple step in excrement
Worlds refuse alignment
And the student is ever poor
Black hole
Storms multiply
Feasability triumphs but the sand stirs
Tulips change back into blossoms
Where does a tree of life bloom
Someone worries for her worth
The dreidle given away
What happened to trust
Where did affability find its own friend
Fear stays every persons farm
The trade winds multiply
Who is rich today
Where do the adages arise
Has beens hug their dilemmas
Fruit cancels Saturdays pain
And we all call upon the highest of the kin
Feasability triumphs but the sand stirs
Tulips change back into blossoms
Where does a tree of life bloom
Someone worries for her worth
The dreidle given away
What happened to trust
Where did affability find its own friend
Fear stays every persons farm
The trade winds multiply
Who is rich today
Where do the adages arise
Has beens hug their dilemmas
Fruit cancels Saturdays pain
And we all call upon the highest of the kin
Lonliness consumes
Hark the diligent have sullied their worth
Festive beginnings spell treason
Fools correspond eith death
Arrogance has replaced poetry
The camera is understood
Violence gets marked
Rape pillages
Hatred files its hat
The doors to tomorrow are closed
Who hates irreality
Walking alone is scorned
The must haves want it all
Surfaces dwell in contempt
Evil has its noose
The right are wrong
He who cries gets baffled
But they who shout get heard
Strong minds fail today
The walk of the wicked sands the nation
We are right yet the tapestry of impurity seeds our name
Who can heal cavities so deep
Where will the ship get its bow
Fused is the relationship of our suffering
And scores of the hornets sting at will
Festive beginnings spell treason
Fools correspond eith death
Arrogance has replaced poetry
The camera is understood
Violence gets marked
Rape pillages
Hatred files its hat
The doors to tomorrow are closed
Who hates irreality
Walking alone is scorned
The must haves want it all
Surfaces dwell in contempt
Evil has its noose
The right are wrong
He who cries gets baffled
But they who shout get heard
Strong minds fail today
The walk of the wicked sands the nation
We are right yet the tapestry of impurity seeds our name
Who can heal cavities so deep
Where will the ship get its bow
Fused is the relationship of our suffering
And scores of the hornets sting at will
How the anchor
Irreality skims its hole
A missive writes its tune
Thirty fools ask for better jostles of their merit
Attention wanders
Eaves cave in
But the service gets tedious
Markets rage
Talents fade
Paradise waves its fastened ware for bargaining
The waves consume time
Manners fade
But birth saves treason
How are the penitent to show worth
What of happiness that saves
Show the storm some merit
The parrot lives to emulate the theatre
Fables exit reality
Sunshine walks away
The mice come out to play
Restitution takes no form
Words seem blight
The cancelled check from heaven remits
And fine souls get poor
The fence of reason has been moved
And safety gets fused with zeal
The lazy find donors
What has become of reason
A missive writes its tune
Thirty fools ask for better jostles of their merit
Attention wanders
Eaves cave in
But the service gets tedious
Markets rage
Talents fade
Paradise waves its fastened ware for bargaining
The waves consume time
Manners fade
But birth saves treason
How are the penitent to show worth
What of happiness that saves
Show the storm some merit
The parrot lives to emulate the theatre
Fables exit reality
Sunshine walks away
The mice come out to play
Restitution takes no form
Words seem blight
The cancelled check from heaven remits
And fine souls get poor
The fence of reason has been moved
And safety gets fused with zeal
The lazy find donors
What has become of reason
Why the world
Stricken are the looms
Taste holds the sinner
Homes conspire to threaten the sun
The heart traces its way from the womb
Tall men hold the noon hour
Feeble is the wail of the stranger
A useful lamp plays at dawn
The threats of limelight passers continue
Emergencies run tall buildings above our heads
Fountains never arise in haste
The terror of a world ill lived writes its own dirge
Lo says God, men canopy their reason
Squares push the silence
What has happened to the justice of humanity
Surfaces dwell to destroy pennance
Remains scour the sea of no return
Alas cries freedom. A dam emerges on the mountain
Sleeves have returned
The dirge is empty
Yet the word prevails
Taste holds the sinner
Homes conspire to threaten the sun
The heart traces its way from the womb
Tall men hold the noon hour
Feeble is the wail of the stranger
A useful lamp plays at dawn
The threats of limelight passers continue
Emergencies run tall buildings above our heads
Fountains never arise in haste
The terror of a world ill lived writes its own dirge
Lo says God, men canopy their reason
Squares push the silence
What has happened to the justice of humanity
Surfaces dwell to destroy pennance
Remains scour the sea of no return
Alas cries freedom. A dam emerges on the mountain
Sleeves have returned
The dirge is empty
Yet the word prevails
Friday, September 7, 2012
Thursday, September 6, 2012
Wednesday, September 5, 2012
Bright ideas hate to be spoken in the confines of a jail cell
Say your peace but never expect everyone to go along.
Middle roads are never enough
Making the hens walk backwards is not that amusing overall but it does stimulate the common blink.
Tuesday, September 4, 2012
Monday, September 3, 2012
Sunday, September 2, 2012
Saturday, September 1, 2012
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