C MICHAEL MILLER

C. MICHAEL MILLER

OBSCURITY

Our lives are but a breath

so miniscule in the vastness

of time               and the cosmos

that insignificance               that dresses our life

is barely realized          by those

seeking to define      what is being          self

and the paths          of humanities     dichotomy

desertion of all worth       and depredations unconcealed

to     superfluous self exaltation

its a wonder the species

has survived          even to this time

a continual examination

of imbedded frailties             that are self defeating

but in whose apex

will surrender  one’s own life

in order        to preserve         another’s

and not meaning     the kind       a government demands

also the ability to        sleepwalk    through life

with so few moments of clarity

that Jesus could pronounce

“Let the dead bury the dead ”

One atom alone       contains enough energy

to obliterate  a multitude

of cities upon its release

yet our bodies contain billions

of those little energy factories

but the amount           of all that energy

in the cosmos                is beyond all comprehension

I should be moving at the speed of Light

but I prefer a snails pace

Or how easily      our ability to think

submits itself            to ideological shackles

imposed by the self appointed  masters

of the bastions           of a caste system

that plagues   every strata    and path

and highway threading the lives      of “humans”

A species so             full of darkness

where the          divine spark        is nearly   dormant

you are           what            I   Am

Go and learn what that means

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Look! You have made my days just a few;And my life’s duration is as nothing in front of you.Surely every earthling man, though standing firm, is nothing but an exhalation.Surely in a semblance man walks about.Surely they are boisterous in vain.One piles up things and does not know who will be gathering them.

Psalms 39

VOCAL

If I could hear the angels sing

……. What would their chorus tell

how mankind has misplaced his love

…… our history how we fell

All our sorrows and all our woes

…… thoughtlessness and hardened heart

our starving minds and impure thoughts

…… from goodness we all depart

If you could sing what would you tell

…… your lyrics all their words

Songs of whiskey wine and women

…… the bars and their drunkards

If I could sing about our lives

…… what would I choose to say

The stories history tells about

…… how from the good we stray

Would I choose the best in you

……. to build upon what’s good

to lift your light out of the night

…… your mistakes I’ve understood

Our highs and lows all that we fail

…… to understand and give

A care to all who us surround

…… our choices and how we live

So nothings new under the sun

…… mistakes we all repeat

Consider all life has to give

…… before your life’s complete

Let all your songs speak what is true

…… your words should be a guide

Give understanding a voice that’s heard

…… Let truth therein reside

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C Michael Miller

PoetryofProvidence

A NATIONS DISGRACE

I don’t want           your world

I was made          for paradise

unteach me      your ethics

your morality’s              not nice

Take your         guns and bullets

those who shoot         each other down

your agenda          is self serving

and hatred        is your crown

The nations        cannot repair         themselves

of that                  I now am sure

their natures            are destructive

what more           must all endure

Been betrayed             by power

oppression’s                 and outright lies

the people drink                   the P.R.

statesmen’s words           are their disguise

Force and fraud              the daily fare

they are                shearing all the sheep

They’re harvesting               your pocket book

it’s news      keeps you              asleep

They’re reaping         earth’s treasury

while you struggle         they do thrive

They keep the military               active

the wars             they keep alive

Their empire’s                 an illusion

They are largely        corporate owned

seems most are bought                 and paid for

on bankers money              they’ve been loaned

Who really                  is their owner

if to men           they are enslaved

their souls are lost                to evil

with wickedness                    their roads are paved

My descension’s                      very public

with the nations                          I disagree

if I’m to be                eliminated

it won’t be          so publicly

I have no faith            in Nations

in police          or men of war

in religions             or corporations

or a race           that’s valued more

I don’t                believe in stealing

putting down            your fellow man

but building         those around you

of sharing                   what you can

Life is                fairly simple

if you know             “the golden rule”

violators           of it’s beauty

are known                as only cruel …

COPYRIGHT © 2016

C MICHAEL MILLER

PoetryofProvidence

C. MICHAEL MILLER (Poetry of Providence): Voracious reader, love ancient Historians and tracing ideology and belief systems,, love people of every sort even if I don't agree on lifestyle makes for good study and intro- duction to new ideas that of course must be researched. Profound interest in philosophy, art, science,history, and the great teachers whos words of wisdom have been so deftly passed down in time,complicated, tempermental, simple, thoughtful, inquisitive, love the deep woods and all of nature from earth to universe. Reseach on anything I want to learn,exploring new areas love the back roads into the hills, writing and screaming on paper. People watching, inciting others to think,