Archives for April 2014

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Orders From Above

I did what I did because I was ordered to,

said the Spanish in Cuba,

said the Americans in the Philippines,

said the English in Africa.


Nazi’s in Germany learned from them,

and natives in Bosnia and Rwanda thought

to kill like they did was okay because

the orders came from above.



Can it be true that humans perceive they

must follow commands put in their hands,

or do they try to lay the blame on someone

from above and say they came from love?


Can they be tried and convicted for the

wicked  they’ve done? God told Abraham

to kill his son and if he would have

sacrificed him as he was told,


in our modern times, would he get the

electric chair? Would the soldiers God

ordered to kill civilians, including

women and children be sent to jail?


If the answer is no, why do we have so

many locked up who have done harm

because God told them to? It’s written

in stone, “Thou Shalt Not Kill.”


But who chiseled those words? Are they clear?

Kill is a four letter word and is easy to spell and

easy to do, but when told not to, how many obey?

Doesn’t “Not Kill” mean what it says?


If we follow orders from above, we’ll no longer

kill a bug feasting on us, or a cow for

dinner, nor will we kill creatures who live

in the sea.


How will we survive if we don’t kill to eat?

Maybe if all killing came to a sudden stop,

we’d receive a message from on high saying,

“Sunshine and love is all you need to survive.”



#Is it all a dream?

“He’ll be sorry he’s so disrespectful by

not showing any fear when I came near.


Shoot him in the head until he’s dead,”

Gary said.


I pulled the trigger and one .44 slug left my

gun in flames with murder as its intent.


Why’d I do that I asked myself as I

pointed the gun at Gary’s head and said,


“You’re insane.” Pulled the trigger and the

fiery bullet didn’t have his name on it and missed.


I hid my head in shame when the gas pumps

erupted into flames.


Lit by flickering flames, Gary’s face began to

stretch into an evil grin as the pumps exploded.


Heat in waves rolled over our car and Gary’s smile

melted right off his face.


Happy to see him die, I fled the flaming car.

Who put me in that car and who gave me a gun?


I’ll never know, but I was certainly there in the midst

of despair and thought it wasn’t fair that I was there.


Though afraid, I killed a man and because it all happened

in a dream doesn’t mean I’m not guilty, I think,


because the world I dreamed in, is as real as  this one.

When I sleep, will the police from there come for me?


If I’m sentenced to the electric chair and the clock strikes

the time for me to walk the last mile, will I die there and here?



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You don’t Care



You don’t Care


I don’t have any pride, it died when I

pawned my god damn ring. You tell

me that ain’t right and I almost faint

when you say, I’m not your friend

and can’t even spend the night.


Baby, I say absurd things, like, you know

what suffering’s like from needles, and poison,

gas. You’ll go back to Chicago if you mistreat

me one more time and you’ll never find any gold

in their stinking cattle yards.


You tried to put me down, but I turned the tide.

Call me to ball when you’re feeling lowdown,

cause I’m not going door to door along the shore,

or through the woods searching for an invitation

from your heart that I’ve already got.


That’s all right if your greed uses up all my

empty cups. I’m your priceless friend to the end

because you got the buzz that I need. I’ll sell

another ring hiding behind my door, so I don’t have

to worry about your pride, envy or greed.


When I’m walking on down the street, my poor

heart skips a beat and I’ll never look again, until

I get that bad, bad feeling that in the name of love,

tears roll from the doorway of my heart, making it

stop when I don’t receive costly repairs and you don’t

care that it’s the end.