Dansideas's Blog

June 30, 2009

Old King George

Filed under: odd stuff 5 — Tags: , , , , , , , , , , — dansideas @ 8:57 pm


Old King George is still
Alive and well in this
For he lives on in the
Likes of Jerry Falwell,
Nancy Regean and all of
Those politicians who
Pass the laws down on
Those of us who still
Believe in what we
Were taught in school
As children.
That this country was
Founded on the ideas of
Freedom to worship as
We choose or not choose
To do.
That the passing of laws
Was to enhance the
Freedom of the people,
Not restrict it.
It is a sad time in
The country we loved is
Dying even as we
Celebrate the Lady of
Freedom Herself.
What mockery we do to
Give honor to Her,
While we become a
Police state hiding
Behind Her skirts.
While I may not
Condone what others
May do or like all the
I defend their right to
Do it,
For it hurts no one
But themselves.
My mind and body
Are my own to choose
To do with,
Not the States.
Even God gives his
People the choice to
Follow His rules or not.
Are the leaders of our
Own people even higher
In understanding than their
Own God?
It is time for our so
Called leaders to eat
Some humble pie and
Let freedon ring once
Again in this great country.
So it may be great once
More and shine as a
Becon to the world.

Sorrow And Joy

Filed under: odd stuff 5 — Tags: , , , , , , , , — dansideas @ 8:40 pm


The price of love is sorrow,
Also joy.
Joy for the good times.
Joy for the times shared.
Joy for the pure love that
Will never die.
The price of love is joy,
Also sorrow.
Sorrow for the loss of
Future time not to be shared.
Sorrow for no more good times.
Sorrow for plans yet to be
Sorrow and grief for those of
Us who must stay and feel the
Loss for the time remaining
In our own lives.
But remember that when
Ones life is no longer liveable,
To stay alive is but torture
For that being.
To force one to live so that
We can enjoy their presence
And not have to feel the
Sorrow of losing the suffer
Is a greater crime than that
Of one who takes their own life.
They now have peace,
The peace I wish I had,
Instead of my own sorrow.

yesterday No More, Please

Filed under: odd stuff 5 — Tags: , , , , , , , , — dansideas @ 8:21 pm


The ghost of past life is
Happily tripping down
The halls of my memories.
Giving me the misery of
Living it all over again.
When I would just as
Soon forget all that has
What was good is gone.
What was bad is too.
Reliving both brings
Sadness and anger to me
In the here and now.
I do not need the ghost of
The past in my mind.
All that is past and gone
Should stay gone and done.
I need to be free to live
For today.
For that is what is
Not yesterday.

Thoughts In Passing

Filed under: odd stuff 5 — Tags: , , , , , , , , , — dansideas @ 8:10 pm


As I sit around aging
The moments go past into
While they could be spent
In enjoying ones love.
But ones thoughts are
Usually elsewhere when
You want them here,
And visa-versa.
So what is the answer
To the dilemma of time
Spent not doing what
Wants doing?
Why to be creative!
All the arts are full of
The lonely people pouring
Out their hearts and souls
For the rest of us to see,
To use and enjoy and
Comment about.
For the arts are there for
The return of the love and
The caress the lonely
Artist needs to fulfill
Their empty lives.

Cry Humanity

Filed under: odd stuff 5 — Tags: , , , , , , , , , — dansideas @ 7:56 pm


Alone at the window watching
The people below scurry about
As if they were on some
Important mission in their lives.
Knowing just how wonderful
They feel about who they are
By what they do in their day
To day race with death.
I laugh and cry over just
How lost they really are.
How was the dream lost to
Them in the distant past
Of time.
When did material objects and
Status images become the
Realities of today?
The gods of yesterday are
Gone or dying as money and
Status become our gods of
Cry humanity for your souls
Have been lost.

Fill The Void

Filed under: odd stuff 5 — Tags: , , , , , , , , — dansideas @ 7:46 pm


Am I a seeker in this world?
If so what do I seek,
Truth, Love, Knowledge?
The more I know,
The less I desire this
World of people.
I do not seem to be able to
Just watch the show that is
Presented before me.
All is a pointless strugle
To not think nor understand.
What point should be followed?
I am empty without the answer.
Love does fill the void of
But only for a fleeting moment
Of time,
Leaving a larger emptiness
Than it filled when it is gone.
Yet I live on and on,
Ever searching to fulfill my
Void with something.


Filed under: odd stuff 5 — Tags: , , , , , , , , — dansideas @ 7:33 pm


I must go on
From here,
But I am stuck.


Filed under: odd stuff 5 — Tags: , , , , , , , — dansideas @ 7:30 pm


I know to much to
Stop thinking.
I think to much to
Stop knowing.
There are no answers
To the questions.
Why can’t I stop
Asking them?


Filed under: odd stuff 5 — Tags: , , , , , , , — dansideas @ 7:24 pm

The rain belts out
Its tatto.
Howling the wind
Comes through the
Lights flicking
From the storms
But safe and warm
Am I,
For MTV flows
Through my eyes
And ears.

Question Of The Age

Filed under: odd stuff 5 — Tags: , , , , , , , — dansideas @ 7:19 pm


Lost in a world of my own
I wander about lost.
I know I make my own
But I do not know how
I do it.
How does one learn to
Change habits one is
Not aware of?
That my friend is the
Question of the age.
Maybe even the question
Of all time.

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