Thursday, May 9, 2013
Let's try some poetry
Why does the grass continue to grow and the sun agree to rise when all that was once good in this land decided to die.
Hunger and corruption, racism and war, go on once more as the government and powerful few, wipe there brow and count there bills with pride as if we never knew.
Life isn't fair, unless it's in love and war, but that'r rather contradicting if you stop and think, because we all know these two things lead to pain.
See, we all ignore the call we once awoke every day to proclaim, now we turn our back on a high and mighty spirit in the sky as if in shame.
One day we'll see it all fall and put the wonder to the side as we knew this was all that mattered, after all.
We had pastors and prophets, poets and folk lords, all telling us as if they were Bob Dylan that the Times-are-a-changin', yet we were too blind to see the need. We all had them tell us it was surely true, yet we all came together as one for just an instant, and for the reason to sing a song we continue to sing as we cast these wise few aways.
Days, they continue to go by, and I cast my why's aside and watch my brothers and sisters look up to the sky, and turn to one another, asking why?
Thursday, May 2, 2013
He's a poet, and he knows it
Bob Dylan,
Thats all I have to say……
Just kidding. Bob Dylan, he’s a poet, yet many over the years have criticized him for years do to his rebellious lyrics and rants and the rough voice he blares them with, the problem that these critics have, he’s different, and he doesn’t care. A strange thing there is about being different. The thing that is odd about it is the fact that many care about what others think about them, those people stay contained and never let their real talents shine through. The one’s that our different, they let their light shine through and get criticism for it. This just simply, isn’t right. Da Vinci, Michael Jackson, Steve Jobs, Thomas Edison, Jesus Christ, Elvis Presley, John Lennon, Alan Watts, and on and on and on. These are just a few examples of people that could care less what people thought about them, and look where they went in life and the footprint they left on society.
God Bless us “weird” people,
Thanks
A personal ventings session
Sorry, angry rant, not right, but I had to get it out
God Bless, and have a wonderful day