What Are We Creating?

Somewhere, long ago,
From someone I loved dearly
I heard her say,
“What we think, we become.”
As a child, I took her literally.
For years and to some extent to this day,
I dream my life awake
With the certainty that I am.
It shall be so.
For I think.
However,
Experience has shown me
That if we are indeed
A product of our thoughts,
Our future is in peril.

The Wall

Some times we put up walls to keep people out. However, today, the wall is to limit the depth of our social interaction and to entertain a boring and stagnant existence.

Almost Reached The Ceiling.

Assuming a room

With a standard eight foot (8') CEILING,

With a length of  5 miles (26,400 feet) 
And a width slightly over 6 miles (31,719.19 feet)

Which equals an area of 837,387,084.70 Square Feet (sf)

Filled almost to the ceiling (7.999 feet)

With crisp dollar bills (.0043 inches thick)

Perfectly stacked with no air space,

Would amount to our current National Debt of 

$14,000,000,000,000.
How much longer will it take
To reach the ceiling?

I Was Not Born In The USA

But I have passionately loved this country since I can remember.
The Fourth of July is particularly special to me. 
For quite some time, I did not know why.
I loved the emotion the day provoked.
Enamored by lights and powder I presumed.
Yet every Fourth, while gazing at the summer skies.
I could not hold back the tears.
I could not comprehend it every year.
Then,
One very disappointing Fourth, 
I witness the colorful display in an empty field.
Suddenly, I realized what moved me.
Key’s poem was the culprit.
I finally understood why.
Repeated four times at the end of each paragraph.
Are the words which touched me to tears.
“O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave!”
Which brings me to the topic of the day.
The necessity of  “Freedom” in our lives.
My fear of loosing it.
For I sincerely believe,
Debt, is the slavery of the free

If Only

Regrets, I have had a few.
But not enough for me to mention.
Regrets worth mention are only those,
Which bare those two dreaded words.
For regrets due to roads traveled,
Shall be diluted with time.
However, regrets for roads not taken,
Shall have no consolation.
I have had none of that.
I am fortunate to say.
No regrets worthy of mention.

The Reason for My Predicament

Since 1938
I have been married
Thirteen times
It was blissful through the forties
The fifties brought me worries.
Through the sixties they surmounted.
In the seventies,
I really began to worry.
Married my ninth,
In 1980
Although famous,
And good looking,
Less appealing
Was her spending.
In 1988
She left me,
Close to ruin.
The nineties
Seemed hopeless.
Two marriages
Nearly killed me.
In the beginning of 2000,
Against my better judgment,
I once again got married.
After eight long years,
Her deceit and spending,
Left me devastated.
In those eight years,
My worries doubled.

Two years ago,
I was happy
To divorce her.
Against my wishes,
I again got married.
I was doubtful,
Very skeptical
I was certain
It would not last.
Not due to race,
Or social standing.
But to the position
She was taking.
My worst, by far,
Has been my last.
Can see the pain,
Can see the struggle,
Can see the future.
Our children will endure.
For an optimist like me,
This is hard to swallow.
After all these years,
An uncertain morrow.
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I’m Through With That

Let us hear no more of it.
Let bygone be bygone.
No more insults,
No more pain.
Let us never
Speak of this.
Let us never
Question it.
Now you know,
I’ve told you that.
I do believe,
But not in that.
Let us start this day,
Without,
Resolutions to uphold,
Nor promises to keep,
Without,
Desperate need
Nor hopeless want.
For you and me,
I wish
Tranquil days and nights
Passion and good fortune.
I wish for us
Peace and Love,