Here come my parents, both drunk again. They're riding on that lost highway of sin. Got to find cover before they take aim. Dive in the toy chest; shit, broke the best game. Lock me up and throw away the key, and don't you dare feel sorry for me. It's my lot here on this earth. There's no doubt, I'm cursed from birth. Escaped that prison and found another. So glad I never made her a mother. She claimed to be honest, righteous, and true. Hardly a man alive she wouldn't screw. At least this cell is one I can flee, and don't you dare feel sorry for me. It's my lot here on this earth. There's no doubt, I'm cursed from birth. I discovered peace in my liberty. Thank God I's born in the land of the free. Wait, never mind, here come the socialist. They hate me and call me a terrorist. Guilty; with no judge, jury, or plee, and don't you dare feel sorry for me. It's my lot here on this earth. There's no doubt, I'm cursed from birth. #poetry #poems #songwriter

So true. I just started meditation training and its been great for keeping me present. Reminds me of the old saying, "people who stand with one foot in the past and one foot in the future piss on the present."

It is the promised land of the east. Such beauty, blessed to view. Land of milk and honey; let us feast. Blessed by God, it is true. Mountains, rivers, and forest galore. Big cities, there are few. Concrete and asphalt are such a bore. Traffic jams? No thank you. Land of farmers, each good as the next. Burley and corn are grew. Outsiders love to call us rednecks. All good; just pass on through. Home of mustangs and of thoroughbreds. Unbridled spirit? True! From here news of the triple crown spreads. King's sport for us to view. Moonshine doesn't only come at night, and bourbon is on brew. We are proud, and will fight for what's right. Pour a shot. Want one too? When my time comes, and I pass away. Mourned by those that I knew. Spread my ashes in the month of May. Here where the grass is blue. #poetry #poem #poetrycommunity #writing #writingcommunity #art #usa #culture #artwork #artists

I'm adopted by the King of kings. He has no castle, necklace, or rings. In fact, it is he who serves for me. He heals my hurts and soul lovingly. He does not tax, kill, shame, or oppress. He only lifts up with lovingness. A greater man I will never meet. It shames me to say he washed my feet. When his enemies came to destroy. He did not call on me to deploy. I would have and it would have been just. He surrendered peacefully for us. They cheered as he died on Calvary. But now he reigns for eternity. Till the end of my days, my soul sings. I'm adopted by the King of kings. #poetry

"Far better it is to dare mighty things, to win glorious triumphs, even though checkered by failure, than to rank with those poor spirits who neither enjoy nor suffer much, because they live in the gray twilight that knows not victory nor defeat." Theodore Roosevelt #wisdom #liberty #freedom

Storm clouds are on the horizon. The fear and hate, they are arisen. Thunder strikes, its really close now. I hit my knees and take a bow. Dear father, please make my path straight. The wind is long, angry, and great. With you what do I have to fear? Thunder rolls, the enemy is near. My house squeeks and begins to shake. Dear father, please make my path straight. Reminded of the peace I own. For Jesus is my cornerstone.

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