Auld Lang Syne

Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And never brought to mind?
Should long lost friend be sent VM,
Because we haven't time?

Should texts that be, go unreceived,
And often wonder why?
Suppose the closest we will be
Was time gone by.

Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And break this heart of mine?
You left, it's true.  We said adieu.
But know, I wasn't fine.

My heart was ripped.  Babe, I was sick!
Our star, it ceased to shine.
Still miss the good times that we had
In auld lang syne.

Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And never thought upon?
Should time we shared be thus dismissed,
Now that you are gone?

Or should recall, that through it all,
Because we ran into that wall.
The obstacles that were revealed
In time gone by.

Should auld acquaintance be recalled,
And sometimes brought to mind?
Should we remember, that December
Our roads still intertwined?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot?
I hope! I pray! Let it be not!
Lest we forget the growth revealed
By time gone by.
Lest we repeat the misteps made
In auld lang syne.

Yield my blade

Words are spoken, bond is made.
Here, I hereby yield my blade.

By the by, we cry to sky:
Wond'ring why we often die.
Lord on high, we grieve and sigh:
That early grave we often lie.

Resistance

Evil, we do not abide,

And chase wherever it resides.

To seize and pull it by the root,

But that does not produce the truth. 

While we can weed a garden bare,

But if we plant no plants in there. 

Conquered this, a square of dirt

While famine grips entire Earth.

A weeded garden, that is good.

But only half of what it should.

'Cause weeding in and of itself

Produces nothing for the health.

Perhaps abundant garden own.

But neighbor?  His is overgrown!

And in such folly does persist.

And folly, we just must resist!

Opposing high. Opposing low.
But one thing don't neglect to know.
A far too common, sad mistake:
Resistance does not goodness make.

Sun-tzu spoke of treasures three,

Destroyed when we have enemy.

'Cause when we take up arms to fight,

We first must block our inner light. 

Our neighbor's garden, overgrown.

We're weeding theirs, but not our own.
And thus destroy our treasures three:
Become just like our enemy.

Opposing evil where we find,
Believing that is near divine.
And in there lies the fallacy: 
'Cause goodness, that will never be.

What evil person have you known
To pack his bags and just go home
When told, "Well, you are out of line.
I know, because I'm near divine."

Or did he push back even stronger?
Curse you there for even longer?
Throwing gas onto a flame
And goodness--these are not the same.

And in this folly, some persist,
Shouting, "Fight!  We must resist!"
Though sympathetic to their aim.
But goodness, that is not the same.

So while opposing high and low

There's one thing for us all to know.
A far too common, sad mistake:
Resistance does its inverse make.

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There is no greater misfortune than understimating your enemy.  Underestimating yoru enemy means thinking that he is evil.  Thus you destroy your three treasures and become an enemy yourself.  When two great forces oppose each other, the victory will go to the one who knows how to yield.

-Sun-tzu (The Art of War)

When I'm wiser, grayer, older.
Decades hefted over shoulder.
Youthful. Distant. Former. Bolder.
Won't you wake me when it's over?

Deadbeat

It's been oh so long, and I should not have left you
Alone and forlorn without dope beat to step to.
A deadbeat mad poet: delinquent, remiss.
I beg your kind mercy, forgive me for this!

Not-A-One's Son

I'm the son of Not-A-One,
The heir of Nothing-There
Ascended to my throne one day,
And Not-A-Soul did care.

'Cause I'm the son of Not-A-One,
The boy without a name.
Despite the fact I don't exist,
Yet all must play my game.

If I cut myself and bled
Onto the page and turned it red
Who would heed then what was said:
These vacant words that no one read.

Clown

They called him, "Fool: a stupid clown,"

And no one thought his words profound.

Until they dug him six feet down,

Then dubbed him, "Sage: a man renowned."

Some locales ye should not go:
A destination far too low.
And places that should not be tread,
So caution when we make the bed.

Self-incarceration

A prison there, without a lock.

Electric chair, without a shock.

A pris'ner, warden: one in same--

A self-incarceration vein.

Maligned

To be complicit in your crimes,
And dig my grave right next to thine.
Oh what a duo we would be:
Maligned for all eternity.

Ignorance

Don't come here pleading innocent;
I simply will not hear of it.
Ignored, perhaps, that may be so,
But you can't say you didn't know.

A piece of sky

Pile gold until the clouds,
Yet only end up upside down.
Land is purchased, one may buy,
Yet who may own a piece of sky?

Relegation

Relegate my words to flame,
And pile up the ash
Then not just me, but family tree,
Our teeth will surely gnash.