spoiled

You Are What You Eat

Make new friends, but keep the old.

One is silver and the other is gold.

These are the words that my guardian angel had taught me.

After I got food poisoning from a blighted potato he enjoys.

 

I never liked potatoes, but I love them warm and crispy.

Goes to show that even recipes that take miniscule effort like chips and fries requires passion.

I cannot possibly give the potato another chance, now knowing that the man is a liar.

It took me a long time to realize that only I can decide the food groups that are right for me.

 

We humans are a complicated lot to read and decipher.

So don’t you dare compare kinships to silver and gold

Because even platonic love is the furthest thing from flawless.

And so are the guardian angel’s mischievous, yet spoiled acquaintances.

 

Friendships are like food from a college dining hall.

What’s on the menu is only delicious if we follow the recipes and turn up the heat.

But we must get to the cafeteria on time and grab them while they’re hot

Because they don’t taste the same if we’re served whatever’s getting cold.

 

Why should I believe my guardian angel’s wisdom nowadays since he has become aloof himself?

Old eating habits apparently die hard, but the same diet he practices for years is still going strong.

I used to believe that he was stuck in the middle because his acquaintances are often at war.

Now I am grateful that some of the pressure has been taken off knowing that I can’t please everyone.

 

I’d be a hypocrite if I said I am immune to this gluttonous misfortune myself,

But it is important to remember that life-changing desserts don’t take one day to bake.

Real gold and glistening silver always takes time and effort for Mother Nature to perfect.

When the sweets come out fresh from the oven, I also shouldn’t bite off more than I can chew.

Canned Meat

An arrow head in my mouth

Undulating

Rations in calico 

Crying for the butler like a child for its mother

Lapping what I cache inside this trench 

Spread and cruxified 

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Civilized

 

 

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To have only a paucity of the fullness of life 

 

Due to an impediment, or limitation,

 

Lacking to accost inner fragilities,

 

Can be an unconscious act

 

Born through

 

An inability to accept adversity, 

 

We are suffering 

 

From it as a species

 

In epidemic proportions,

 

But cognitive dissonance

 

Can be an uncomfortable 

 

State of mind.

 

 

When we were babies,

 

We liked crapping our pants, too.

 

 

12:37 AM 7/23/2013 ©

 

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Author's Notes/Comments: 

cognitive dissonance, adversity, comfortable....vs spoiled.

That's What Heart Is

he's so spoiled,

and there's nothing 

i can do about it.

i am the one,

i am the one,

i did it 

it's because of me,

i tried to make you see.

 

I never made a fool of you,

you have your special way,

it comes to you so naturally,

you're ego's easy prey.

 

i made you spoiled,

that's how i am,

i do things from the heart.

 

you're just not used to 

gals like me,

we're finished before we start.

 

I never made a fool of you,

you have your special way,

it comes to you so naturally,

you're ego's easy prey.

 

he's so spoiled,

and there's nothing 

i can do about it.

i am the one,

i am the one,

i did it 

it's because of me,

i tried to make you see.

 

 

 

10:17 AM 7/1/2013

 

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Author's Notes/Comments: 

Some people make their egos so big that they don't realize they are easy prey for foolishness...then they want to blame you for everything...and all you did was be who you are, only their ego could only see themselves. They miss out on a lot. It's a shame.

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That's Why I Pray

This world’s going to Hell
Cause parents won’t teach their children
The difference between right and wrong

When those towers fell
I didn’t see one person
Whose heart wasn’t movin’

How quickly we forget
The past and how it
Kicks us in the back today

This generation’s in a fit
Like a child who don’t get his way
Spoiled brats who’s gotten everything handed to them

Always looking, never full
People ain’t got no aspirations
Why be more if you’re just an animal

Work just ain’t for us
And we don’t want to know
How much some people want it
To give their families a home

This world’s gone crazy
They think You’re gone
Little do they know
That they’re dead wrong, God
They’re dead wrong
They do what they will
And hurt those who go or stay
So until this mess is cleaned in Your good time
That’s why I pray

Gunfights, city lights, murder on the streets
Bombs exploding, blood is flowing under another human’s feet
School’s teaching lies, ‘cause the people tell them to
Our babies losing lives to play the whims of the few

America the giant, now only giant sideways
The glory past, now coming fast, is the time to pay
Declarations of freedom to tax the people under us
Send our soldiers to a war, then bring them back, just because

This world’s gone crazy
They think You’re gone
Little do they know
That they’re dead wrong, God
They’re dead wrong
They do what they will
And hurt those who go or stay
So until this mess is cleaned in Your good time
That’s why I pray

That’s why I pray

So if you’re a God-fearing
America loving
Child rearing
Government shoving
Good ole’ boy
Or city guy
Join me and I’ll tell you why

This world’s gone crazy
They think You’re gone
Little do they know
That they’re dead wrong, God
They’re dead wrong
They do what they will
And hurt those who go or stay
So until this mess is cleaned in Your good time
That’s why I pray
That’s why I pray

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