Change for the better comes hard for most of us so we go the easy and reckless ways we’ve been taught…
Processed to pleasure our favorite foods, no regulations and absolutely no safety rules..
Modified cornstarch, mono dextrin and sugar affects us like *******. Another snack, another drink, I like my toxins plain, indeed I spend my food stamps on Coca-Cola and sugary things!
Bushels and bushels of fruits fortified with fructose! Lactose is is making us fat, and now our hearts have extra plaque.
There’s nothing safe on the shelfs at our stores, smell those baked goods near the front door.
Thank goodness, we have insulin to remove the sugar from our blood… There’s no need to resist the seed oil sludge. Oh yes and secondary moments that last too long, waste no time trying to get strong. I’ll have another ******* and a box of those delicious Dingdongs!

I do not want this seeing
that only drinks reflections.

I do not want this sight
that drowns me in images
while Your Face remains
forever just beyond
the final veil.

So I close my eyes.
Not out of blindness,
but hope—
that in the dark,
You may burn through.

And what a fire You are—
that the soul, not the eye,
must carry the light
to truly see You.

I speak to my dry bones today:
"There is more for you to do!" —
Dry bones,
there is more,
much more
Life;
Mistakes to master,
Peccadilloes to pepper,
Idle thoughts to ink through
So that they may align
With Your purpose —

I find myself
Looking more regularly
At the weather map,
Checking the chance of chills and drips
Or sunshine and fine sailing.

The percentages
Determine:
My attire: dress or pants,
Jacket or t-shirt, and snaz it up with lace?

But more importantly, it informs my shoes:
Heels, loafas...

Today, gum boots!

Especially while swimming in these storms.

He’s the devil and they’re in hell. The war has little soul left to sell. Starving, bombing, grinding them under, death camp of missiles and the heavy hand of thunder! No hope left and nothing new, the world just watches until it’s through.

Gregarious Gregg,
He could take lofty people,
Down a pegg.

On his travels, place's no-one went,
The thrill of a postcard,
From where was it sent?

There would be chatter,
Rumours of his return,
What stories would he tell us?
How green was the fern?

On our way to Glastonbury,
We walked into a pub,
The landlady looked at Gregg,
With love in her eyes, "free drinks for you and your friends"
Fun and laughter was had by all,
Outside we asked him,
"So what's the story?"
Gregg just smiling,
"I've never seen her before"

Gregarious Gregg,
Everyone listened to the words he said.
Passions would arise,
With that sparkle in his eyes.

On a road trip,
Around the Ring of Kerry,
A man thumbing a lift came into view,
It looked like Gregg, but just couldn't be
True!
No-one knew I was here, the odds didn't fit,
But, there he stood, that look upon his face,
"I thought you might be around"
he said.

The passing of time,
We all slide our different ways,
Things you think will never end,
Gently drift into the haze.

Occasionally I'll bump into an old friend,
We chat about old times,
Soon Gregg's upon our lips,
Never leaves our minds.

Maybe we should visit him,
He's only somewhere in France,
Or leave things as they are,
Firmly in the passed.

If I had a lot of money
I’d be worried,
the US Treasury has lost it’s currency.
If I were rich I’d buy land,
a place to home my fellow human.
I’d support peace efforts over seas.
Ukraine and Israel’s would have a special hit list just for me!
If I had Elon or gates money
I’d buy our government
and fire them all
and find honest people to install.
If I had the worth of the top one percent, everyone would own and no one pay rent..
But until I hit big I’ll do all I can
even the poor can win in the end!

Like a fine automobile she runs beautifully,
flaunting a polished platinum exterior
and a freshly tune up engine.
Unfortunately
the junk in the trunk,
always rumble and thumps..
I often wondered what she’s is hauling and why she needs to dump.