To My Sister on Her Birthday

Whan all the world is lost in daily life,
We are the ones who can hold on to good.
Through all the troubles of the world of strife,
We rest our love on claims of common blood.
We learn to love when we are most in need,
When we are gay we have no need of love.
It is in times of woe brought on by greed
For baser things of life, which none above
Have any affection for, why should we
Let our lives be despoiled by serving lies.
The deeper values, these we use to see
The way to life, The lack of vision dies.
Thus we have need of loves that we may live,
A life of love to which we only give.

Trubute to Willie

She was my buddy, always by my side,
A scruffy little dog with heart of gold.
She was a friend to whom love was applied,
With all the fervor that I long to hold.
A true friend who made no love 's exception,
She loved all people with love's true intent
With her wag, there was no one she would shun
Her lovely soul was to everyone sent.
All good things, especially dogs can't last,
She fed too much on ev'ry bite I gave,
The sick I gave her sent her to my past,
It was a good dog that I could not save.
I gave love freely to a mongrel pet
She returned my love freely when we met.

Hussein the Martyr

Some think it insane
To blame martyr Hussein,
What will, what may become.
I think it plain,
That if martyr Hussein
Should prove to be insane,
The rights of all will wane,
What may, what does become.
The law of the insane
Could be our last and only bane,
What has, what has become.



Poem was written during the nIneties when Clinton and not Bush contemplated an invasion of Iraq. pre- 9/11

The Wisdom of Betty and Chemist

Betty says girls of the FLDS,
Without a public showing, they must be
Confused idiots trained to be robots,
Without one, she knows what facts we should see.
Betty is confused, actions speak louder
Than words, girls went to stay with state two moons,
The efforts to force made Betty prouder,
The failure to brainwash surprised the goons.
These proud women of the FlDS
Did not surrender their faith to self-help.
Their actions of love leaves nothing to guess.
They do not use enemy's guile to help.
Chemist knows all about the rule of law,
But rules without justice has fatal flaw.

Hilderbran Gloats

Hilderbran gloats over his cruel misdeeds,
He claims he protects those poor girls he hates,
He loves hate mail from hate that his bile seeds
Good seeks the forgiveness that love creates.
Hilderbran loves harm he's done to Mormons.
Children without Fathers, this is his crime,
Texas has more teenage Mothers, no less,
And yet his hate of good takes up his time.
Hilderbran saw a strong need to create,
Young Fernanda was the first mother proud,
The state knew she was certainly not late,
YFZ did not make Texas a crowd.
Hilderbran what did you do to create?
Truth is on time and can never be late.

The Fall of a Would-Be Lover

I met a Goddess, five-foot-three brunette,
At the local bookstore where she did work.
She had a pretty face, a lovely smile
And was almost as smart as I myself
Where I would shop to see what new treasures
They had put on the shelf to tempt to spend
More than my meager wallet could sustain
I saw her lookimg my way with a smile,
That was seductive or so I assumed.
In a short while, I came up with the nerve
To say hello, she said to me "hello",
That was the start of a nice dialogue.
She was not easy to impress with smarts.
She knew almost as much as I about
All those great minds and writers of great books
I thought she liked me by the smiles received
By me when I met her at the bookstore.
I nervously contemplated the quest
Of a night out with the brunette Goddess.
As she did the shelves of books with no
Idea of intent regarding her.
I sought the nerve to ask my angel out
I sought to be privlidged ro spend time
In company with her out on the town.
I asked if I could have a date with her,
I was then crushed by her firm refusal.

I do not have dates with customers,,
I do not mix business with my own time,
Where i have quests I have to resolve.
I have to mediate with my own God
And not the God of orginized churches.
I stay out at my house in the dark woods,
Where I can contemplatethe world as it
Goes by the road I travel to my house.
Each day at work you light the day for me
Amid the clutter of turmoil and books,
But this is not enough for me to yield.
You have no knowledge as I really am
You paint too good a picture of my charms,
You are in love with your angel, not me,
I am a fuddy-dud not an angel
Or anything beyond plain and common.

I drove away that day to take my pain
Away and leave my disappointment to
My fate which is to know how I can learn
To come back at life when it fails
To satisfy all my basic desires.
Though I am in the midst of a foul mood,
I know i canot match by any means,
With God or mediate with his insights.

We Three Kings of Injustice

We three Kings of injustice are
Bearing hate, our pursuit mar
Good and decent, love, pure at heart,
Following broadcast war.

Chorus:

O Star of justice, Star we hate,
Star with justice richly great,
Justice leading, just deserving,
This is the star we always hate.

Came Jagels on Bakerfield's plain
Hate I bring to jail them again
Hate forever, ceasing never
Sending them all to pain.

Repeat Chorus:

Bigoting to offer have I,

Abbot i make policy bad

Hate and hating, i have to lie
Handcuff them, they must sigh.

Repeat Chorus:

Hate is thine, it's bitter perfume
Breathes on life of hater's gloom
hating, snarling, spewing, sealing
Bigot Matt Smith in doom.

Repeat chorus

FLDS will now arise

Christ and God and sacrifice

Alleujah! Alleujah!

The Saints have now their replies.

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