Planted
Life is refined for us
Our love made more complete
As the generations planted
Spring up about our feet
As the summer rains and solstice
Quench their peaking needs
We determine by time and distance
If sown among grasses or weeds
For by our hands all manner are planted
And they will reap what we have sown
Within them the seeds we've planted
Bearing fruit once they have grown
Sow therefore with caution
Plant your lessons with great care
For the harvest of your sowing
Is the burden they will bear
Be well,
Hucklebberry
(tip 'o the hat to UJ)
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Thursday, September 04, 2008
Monday, April 07, 2008
Hero
“Each one of them that heeds the call,
Veritably to the justice hall,
Ends not with a simple vote or tally
Reaching unto every street and alley.
Yet the pealing of the Liberty Bell
Makes low the gates of tyrant hell.
Ask I, ‘Who should ring it?’ and
None answers, save one outstretched hand.”
Be well,
Huckleberry
“Each one of them that heeds the call,
Veritably to the justice hall,
Ends not with a simple vote or tally
Reaching unto every street and alley.
Yet the pealing of the Liberty Bell
Makes low the gates of tyrant hell.
Ask I, ‘Who should ring it?’ and
None answers, save one outstretched hand.”
Be well,
Huckleberry
Thursday, April 03, 2008
Tyrannus
A bit if meat, a draught of wine
A spoon of kingly porridge
Each rests within temporal reach
And within these we may forage
Tell me then which is not for me
From which I must refrain
Yank upon the steely bit
Place your hand upon the rein
You who say, “There be no God
And each man’s choices are his own”
Would make me pay another’s fees
And set yourself upon that throne
Can quorum pars enslave a man
By lot or plebiscite
Without risking rude awakenings
When the slaves don to unite?
Be well,
Huckleberry
A bit if meat, a draught of wine
A spoon of kingly porridge
Each rests within temporal reach
And within these we may forage
Tell me then which is not for me
From which I must refrain
Yank upon the steely bit
Place your hand upon the rein
You who say, “There be no God
And each man’s choices are his own”
Would make me pay another’s fees
And set yourself upon that throne
Can quorum pars enslave a man
By lot or plebiscite
Without risking rude awakenings
When the slaves don to unite?
Be well,
Huckleberry
Thursday, January 24, 2008
Rage, Thought I
"Rage, thought I to give to thee
Escaping when released by me
For who am I, that rage should I
Thus held within, a cage gone by
So vengence then, did I pursue
To lie within that cage for two
Taking back, what now I lack
Re-gift the favor of your attack
One way makes a slave of me
The other of both I and thee
Left only is that I forgive
So as a slave, I shall not live"
It is worth mentioning that the concepts behind this piece are self-focused--meaning that they apply when we seek our own satisfaction upon personal harm. He who seeks justice on behalf of others might justly be governed by concomitant philosophy.
Be well,
Huckleberry
"Rage, thought I to give to thee
Escaping when released by me
For who am I, that rage should I
Thus held within, a cage gone by
So vengence then, did I pursue
To lie within that cage for two
Taking back, what now I lack
Re-gift the favor of your attack
One way makes a slave of me
The other of both I and thee
Left only is that I forgive
So as a slave, I shall not live"
It is worth mentioning that the concepts behind this piece are self-focused--meaning that they apply when we seek our own satisfaction upon personal harm. He who seeks justice on behalf of others might justly be governed by concomitant philosophy.
Be well,
Huckleberry
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