karma

Money is One Heck of a Stimulant

Your deceit has polluted the rivers near your villages.

The very rivers that its people rely on for drinking water.

A sip of that poison ignites a plague that turns friends into foes and kin into fugitives.

But where is the antidote? Why do your people continue to fall ill?

It is locked away along with the fortune you made from the production of your deceit.

Money is one heck of a stimulant.

 

I’ve been away for a long time to know why I’ve been wrong before.

I had beat a dead horse and gave CPR to two that had cancer.

I should have known that it was not worth it if the doctors were not going to help treat it.

I was an ignoramus. They have all the knowledge that the world had to offer.

So why not share it with the ambitious and give new life to these once noble steeds?

Money is one heck of a stimulant.

 

I long reminisced about a time when the doors were open to tons of villagers with potential.

It was a world that I wanted to be a part of since I was a guppy not yet exposed to mathematics.

A potato infected by a blight and stabbed me warned me that the chief doctors were monsters.

A poor surgeon who tried repeatedly to receive a raise vanished, was slandered, and never seen again.

A coordinator found a shady message in her contract that forbade arbitration and fled to another kingdom.

And I recently heard that the one coquettish nurse was expelled over scrutiny from her personal life.

Why, Dr. Kim? Why do you egg your personnel to choose sides when there are lives that need rescuing?

Can’t we all get along and lay down our weapons? It’s easier to negotiate than to wage war, but no.

Money is one heck of a stimulant.

 

People lose their minds when they fall in love. It’s not just me. It’s a fact of life.

I lost mine to a mongrel who shut me out after a few months and lied directly to my face.

A good friend that I had regretfully wronged had given the doctors the deceit that tainted the rivers.

A clever herbalist that craves drama knows how to brew tainted water to make it appear crystal clear.

Not everyone knows that making up stories to sweep malpractice under the rug is a gold mine.

Money is one heck of a stimulant.

 

The coachman that brought me to this place can call me a whiny little boy if his mood fits.

Just like the kid who offered sage advice to the chief doctors on how to break down barriers.

But that judges the coachman's character more than mine.

It’s an fyi that looks terrible just because he’s wearing it.

But hey, why bother listening to advice that’s more expensive than one’s pride?

The doctors’ salaries are too low for them to spare a dime to make that change.

That’s why there’s never room for improvement nor for sharing in their greedy hearts.

Money is one heck of a stimulant.

 

I am terribly sorry that your folks never taught you that what goes around comes around.

That your hidden crimes will come back to bite you when you too become penniless.

When you one day get a taste of your own poison when you drink the river you tainted.

What does your life have in store for you afterwards? Can you sleep at night again?

Will people still care when the doctors go their separate ways? What about the pollution in the river?

I will not return to the filth you created to clean it because in the end, the deceit would be even worse.

To change your practice for the better was my greatest wish until I found out how unethical you are.

Now it is to build a fortune of my own so the artist that my heart beats for can have a bite to eat.

That is the change that you will never see because you are too comfortable smoking the dough you baked.

Money is one heck of a stimulant.

Karma Comedian

I use to laugh at ironic things
No punishment for the bad deeds
The Bible says that good 10 fold 
The universe returns to us in gold 
That fairytales and nursery rhymes 
Exist to scare and keep us in line
But on this day fate stepped in 
And karma it seems is a comedian 
A lesson weaved throughout every line
Carefully crafted as a warning sign
It was a day like any other 
As usual jumped in the shower 
Quickly washed and rinsed my hair
Noticed too late that it was NAIR!
Every luscious lock and strand
Fell out completely in my hand
What seems like a sick joke being played
Or demented parts a malicious prank
A plot unfolded my part the lead
The lines straight from a horror scene 
Like laws of nature or earths gravity 
The rules we bend to suit our need
Like a boomerang’s invisible path 
It seems to follow when it comes back 
Even the ocean and it’s changing tides
Needs the moon’s persuasive side
We are the keepers of what we seek
And what we sow we indeed will reap
The nightmare that we fear the most
Comes back to haunt us like a ghost
Like Peter Pan and Captain Hook
Just a good story in a children’s book
what if the earth gets bored of us
And decides that we are entertainment 
those characters we read as kids
Like Pinocchio or the 3 little pigs 
Sleeping beauty or the ogre Shrek 
You thought was funny as a sketch 
Brought to life would pose a threat 
Although to you this seems far fetched
The truth Ive written has not been stretched 
I hope you read this and know as fact
What you put out there will soon come back

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Forgotten Son

Forgotten Son

   By jfarrell

(inspired by a Marillion classic)

 

I got taken into Care when I was 11;

Mum and dad visited once,

Then couldn’t be bothered to visit again;

At 14, I stopped visiting them.

 

At 19 I visited, what a mistake that was;

24 was the last time I went back;

And, at 49, I will never see my mum again;

I won’t put myself through that rejection, that hurt.

 

I am the Forgotten Son;

Not prodigal; not lost, mislaid;

A dozen times a day I must think of my mum;

I doubt she’s thought of me once in the last 25 years.

 

I should be more forgiving;

I should be the better person;

But I prefer to remain the Forgotten Son;

Invisible; never born; nothing but a bad dream.

 

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

i should be more forgiving - i choose not to be

Snake in the Grass

They say what goes around comes around

And that karma's a bitch

And you'll get back tenfold

Whatever you dish.

 

When you mess with a snake

You are bound to get bit

You were merely a snake in the grass

And now I'm about to chop off your head.

 

For every action, you take

There is an equal but opposite

Reaction you make.

 

So, with a little distraction

And a bit of retraction

In due time, I'll seek my revenge

To gain sweet satisfaction.

 

You think I forgave and forgot

And over time tensions eased,

Well I'm not as passive as I once was,

You won't get off scot-free.

 

You love to play games

And break all the rules,

Never concerned about repercussions

Which makes you a fool.

 

You show no remorse,

Not ashamed in the least,

Nor bother with repentance,

In fact, you seem pleased.

 

I'm reasonable by far,

I see both sides of a story,

But if I stood where you're standing

Then yeah, I'd be worried!


 

 

~Deziraye Wald~

 

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Karma will stop your flow! 2015

Karma will stop there flow 2015

 

 

some people are nice just like they aught to be

then there are others who will drop you to your knee

and the ones that are mean make your life feel like a show

but they better watch out or Karma will stop there flow

you see no one really gets away with anything now an days

because in the end they will have bad luck in everyway

its bad people who ruin it and stoop so very low

but soon they will see that Karma will stop there flow

like that old coyote who always tries to catch road runner

cuz in the end its the road runner who will always be the winner

when one is always mean and has a forked toungue

its they who will eat there words and be left to get hung

so if you dont stop your evil ways you will never really know

the joy of true friendship cuz Karma will stop your flow.

 

 

                               zoeycup16

Author's Notes/Comments: 

i wrote this one cuz i believe we all have that one person in our lives who we have seen karma work its magic, well i have and it was beautiful to see them get there comupance hope you like it.

                 zoeycup16.

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Steve Irwin, Crocodile Hunter

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Steve Irwin, Crocodile Hunter 

 
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Sometimes karma returns

to us on exactly the same

path we sent it out.

 

Steve Irwin was a crocodile

hunter who darted countless

marine animals.  Statistics

are that half of darted animals

die from the anesthetic or

the painful blow.

 

Steve, beloved by millions,

died after being pierced

by a massive sting ray.

-s shriver-

 

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murder 1

undercover special mission

 

he brought the baggie

 

with permission

 

and meeting under

 

the hazy street light

 

things went wildly awry that night

 

others came with guns in hand

 

he couldn't compromise his commander

 

gun shots flew and then he fled

 

leaving a bullet in another's head

 

that's what happens when cops get hooked

 

on the girl called cocaine

 

but they never get booked

 

 

 

8:15 AM 7/6/2013 ©

 

..........

Author's Notes/Comments: 

how things happen and are not fixed

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karma

 

 

 

i had it figured out 

 

right from the beginning

 

i just wanted to be sure

 

and now i'm sure

 

and now we'll catch you

 

and that will be that

 

 

 

 

7:48 AM 7/6/2013

 

 

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karma

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my ode to Karma

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spirituality

My Ode to Karma

Karma is a mispronounced word
Since time immemorial has been heard
It really means harmony
And isn’t just around you and me
Every thought, every step taken
Please wake up and smell this bacon
Every little thing you do
Moulds the shape and glues
Together your life history
Though to most it seems a mystery

Rule number one you get back
What you put out: Fact
Give off hatred; anger harmony
That’s all you get back sadly
and taken this to the extreme
and pay the price, rest of the family
will have your karmic debt on them
doubt also if your making heaven
there is no hell, you will be ok
but all that guilt will weigh heavy
when you realize the truth
Repercussions in everything you do

And when you think something is hard
Your higher self aint having a laugh
Cos you have added hardener to your life
And built in your own strife
Making things harder for you
I’m no liar this is the truth
When you think it’s easy it is
You have chosen a life less s&*t
Up to you; Life: Wade or Surf
Control your life or be a serf

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