New Day

The Alarm goes off,
I fight the urge to hit snooze,
I must seize this day. 

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A CMOE's Sunday

 

Moe's construction zone,
A table of Duplo blocks...
My son having Fun!

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Saturday Morning

I ready my ball
Angle my body just right
Let loose...and a Strike!

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Shall a New Dawn Rise?

Shall a New Dawn Rise?

A darkness has fallen upon Europe,
like a rolling wave, the lights blinking out,
blanketing the once vibrant nights in black.
Excuses given, but the people doubt
that the Government’s words can be trusted
and its feared that they hide the real reason,
for if the people were allowed to know,
their leaders would be charged with High Treason…

It will never happen again, they say,
as they encourage people not to fear,
but the damage has been done: people see
but things are no longer as they appear.
Foreign agents are allowed to roam free
around the whole of Europe, no questions…
but when people ask what they are doing?
They are accused of racial suggestions.
Then those who should be investigating,
at the very least, the peoples concerns,
arrest instead the people born and raised
who dare voice a thought as their nation burns…

We know the real reason the lights went out,
and sadly, it isn’t incompetence.
No, it was Corruption, Greed, High treason,
and yes: Some good old fashioned negligence.
Those leaders lying to the world right now,
Did they join in the suffering, you think?
Do you doubt they had lights or warm water?
Were their wines not chilled and perfect to drink?
Were they not comfortable the whole while?
Their toilets still flushed, their food served on time?
safe and pampered while common folk weren’t,
yet, all funded by the working man’s dime.

But don’t worry folks! Nothing to see here!
We’re still in control! There’s nothing to fear!
They say it hoping the people will cheer,
but angry voices are filling their ears…

Perhaps Europe is waking up at last,
as the discomfort and the fury grows,
Perhaps they will even reclaim their land,
to work against the misdeeds of our foes.
That our lights should never blink out again
instead becoming a brilliant beacon,
that will lighten the path for our brethren
and the efforts of our foes be weakened.

A great poet once urged us all to rage,
to RAGE against the dying of the light,
and brothers, I tell you the time to rage
Is upon us now, for we stare down night!

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The Dream

I just want to live
In the middle of nowhere
but with internet.

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Realization

 Realization:

Ten years of my life
Wasted behind this damned desk
With nothing to show. 

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Oops

  

OOPS

“That’s an NPC”
My daughter tells me before
it turns and kills me.

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