Hocus pocus, the results are in, and they’re bogus, been a three-ring circus act; no one knows what’s fiction and what is fact. Clowns, jokers, and fools, they play by their own set of rules. Hocus pocus, no one seemed to notice, a wolf in […]Read more "Hocus Pocus: The Results Are Bogus"
Mine eyes haven’t seen the glory, nor the lord, he’s been silent and absent amongst the discord. It’s been a bitter battleground, discontent is the sight and sound. […]Read more "Mine Eyes Haven’t Seen The Glory"
The parade’s a charade, a slick, glossy cavalcade, Speeches and spectacle, all so humble and respectable. Visions stirring impassioned, crowds in rapture fastened. Loyal factions wage their battle, words hurled back and forth, rattle. Allegiances are made and sworn, while some question intention; are torn. Carnival barkers luring for attention, the flock gather at their hallowed […]Read more "The Parade’s A Charade"
Some of us live with oppression, at every turn we’re met with opposition, there are those that disagree, and hold a different opinion. Standing alone or together, everyone should have a choice, no one should be denied their voice. One and all should be heard, you have to believe there’s still power […]Read more "On The Home Front"
We all make our entrances into this world naked, we’re all the same, an individual, though part of an inter-connected community. Born into wealth or poverty; obscurity or acclaim, when you make your introduction, there’s no immunity. Be kind and tolerant to others, you haven’t walked in their shoes, or know their troubles. Extend […]Read more "If We All Gave A Hand"
A community’s composition, includes a broad, diverse spectrum, of many shades and hues, an assemblage of opinions and views. Since the dawn of man, we’ve come together as part of a tribe, part of a clan. Time ran its course and we progressed, not content, there was unrest. The spirit drove us to move on and […]Read more "A Brief History Of Lessons Unlearned"
When it comes to cash, I’ve been short changed. Invested my money, and watched it crash, seems mighty strange; like it’s been arranged. I should have foresaw, the writing on the wall, Should have kept my money out of the banks, thanks, but no thanks. Give, but get nothing in return, should give everyone cause […]Read more "At The Altar Of The Bull"