Stumbling along the sidewalk

Amazing, how
Football teams can
Come together,
Beat each other to a pulp,
And someone wins.

It really is
Fascinating
To watch.
But why do we
Do it?

Why do we
Cheer them on,
As injury upon injury
Happens,
And all we really

Care about,
If we’re honest,
Is who comes out
On top?
It’s really a shame.

What if we
Pumped all this money
That goes into
Athletics,
Into academics?

Or, better yet,
Maybe we should require
Football players
To do community service,
So, just maybe,

They also learn
The value of
Compassion.
Maybe at halftime
They should take a collection,

Like they do at church,
And send the money
To feed and clothe
Underprivileged children
In the inner cities

Of the United States.
Maybe they could fund
A free education
For kids all over
Our country

That have to give up
Their dreams of college,
Because their families
Have hit hard times.
Could it happen?

Probably not.
We love violence
Way too much.
We love a fight.
We like to watch.

We want to be
Entertained.
We want to be
Distracted
From our boring lives.

What has happened
To our great country?
We’re fat and happy,
Or we’re suffering
And crushed.

We don’t see the forest
For the trees.
So, we’ll just
Spend more,
And care less,

For each other,
And not care at all
For those that do not have
What we have.
Are we confused?

How do you do? I do. I will. I will never again. Same thing. Same truth. Sort of. Sound like it? Sounds true. Simply sour taken in left field. Loud remarks from above. About. Believe. Be rank. Why not? Why wipe your hands on the towel? Be the towel. Be it. Rearrange a bit. Totally. Tinkle. Steep teepees call from the forest. The land bleeds. Theatrical elves sink into somber waves of agony. Ancient Angels cackle at cuckoo clocks in past lives. Let down your hairdo. Link to me in your most powerful prevention action of the century. Laugh. Tip. Treat. Tweet. Teach. Talent levels with age, it peaks, then dwindles, but new talents begin. And begin again. The wake comes too soon.

Table write now write real white truths not black truths? Why? When? How? Not now, I’m belching. I’m not now. I’m not here. I’m there. Where am I? Where are you? Where are we? Let’s go! Let’s do it! Let’s be who we are, not who we’re not. Let’s live. Let’s be. Let’s be me and you and them and us. Let’s be together and apart and different and the same. Let’s be colors and round and ripe and down. So, what is true? Tell me now, so I can grieve. I want to know. I want to be true. I want to be real, not fake, not gone, not over-the-hill anymore. Let’s do this. Let’s go! Let’s go all the way. Let’s achieve greatness in one simple act of giving. Let’s be there for whoever needs us. Let’s be true. Let’s be real.

Writing in circles
Comes naturally to me.
Must be the
“Staring at the belly button” syndrome.

So, now, how are you?
Have you thought about tomorrow,
Or do you not concern yourself
With anything but now?

Wise choice, really.
I tend to think about tomorrow a lot.
Maybe it is a waste of time,
Or, at least, a waste of energy.

Maybe if I point that energy
Towards right now,
I might come up with something
Extraordinary.

Perhaps,
I might do something daring!
Perhaps,
I will do something dangerous!

Maybe,
I will risk my life!
Or, perhaps,
I will just sit here,

And write a poem.

Clashes
Of insight and foresight
And in between,
Make the going get rough.

Angels speaking
In our dreams
Confuse and intimidate.
Who’s to know?

God is one,
And all is one,
And all is God,
But, who is God?

Sometimes,
It’s easier
To just make it
Through the day,

Clawing and scratching,
Whatever way works.
Sometimes,
We just hold our breath,

And push ourselves through.
But, is God there with us,
Giving us strength?
Is he holding his breath, too?

Maybe.
Does he know,
What will happen?
I like to think so.

But sometimes,
God seems
More human than God:
Jesus,

A gentle carpenter,
A man who suffered
Everything
That we suffer,

And more,
Because he had the power
To end it all
With the snap of his fingers.

He laid himself down
For us to step on,
Track our muddy feet
On his face.

The shame of it all
Disgusts me.
How could we be so bold?
And yet we still do it,

Every day, don’t we?
When is the last time,
You stepped on Jesus?
Probably today.

Sinking through something,
Everything,
The bottom drops out,
And it all caves in.

Drooping faces,
Long frowns,
Sad clowns,
Hopeless cases.

But do,
Hope again!
Hold onto glimpses,
Shining beacons,

Parting clouds.
The sun shines again!
There is a tomorrow,
A morning after.

Time,
The great equalizer.
There are always
Ups, and downs.

So, don’t give up!
Keep remembering,
Once you fall,
And, again,

You get back up.
Just move on!
Climb out of that greasy pit
That you are wallowing in!

Come to your senses!
Get back in the game,
Stronger,
And smarter

Then ever before.
Get back on top!
You decide
What to do with your life.

Whether you stay here,
Or you learn,
You grow,
And you are the better

Because of it.
It is up to you.
What will you do
With tomorrow?

Love is a difficult thing.
If it were easy,
More people would do it.
It involves

Coming out of our comfort zone,
Which most of us would admit,
If we’re honest,
We do not usually do willingly.

Perhaps that is why God allows pain.
We struggle to deal with
The problems of life,
And we grow because of it.

Sometimes,
The pain is too much.
Sometimes,
It crushes us.

I have to believe,
That in those times,
God is with us,
Weeping by our side.

But everyday struggles,
The daily stress of life,
Teaches us things,
Develops our character.

We share with each other,
We bond together,
When we reach out,
To give, or to receive.

We become closer to each other,
And closer to God.
God’s blessings
Are mysterious, sometimes.

Sometimes,
God uses the worst experiences
To teach us about ourselves,
And about others.

When we choose to love,
To bless another,
We are the one
Who receives the greatest blessing.

God gave us a choice:
To love, or not to love.
When we make that choice,
The world becomes a better place,

And we become a better person.