C. MICHAEL MILLER

C. MICHAEL MILLER

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 …

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C Michael Miller

PoetryofProvidence

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    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

LIMITED EDITION

A thousand years    was just yesterday

in fifty   will you have learned what matters most

You appear unable to obey the simplest laws

you have been gently led by and been whispered their truths

you were gifted with the ability to reason

you were gifted with mercy

you were gifted with compassion

you were granted forgiveness of sins , errors , failings

Around you is a cosmos in a procession of infinite order

The earth is drenched in the the richest

abundance of every thing that is desirable

every rooms canvas brilliantly adorned

constructed to fill you with joy and appreciation

every excellence woven into their creations

you were designed to master life

and created to comprehend it's secrets

But you take      and you steal

destroy , every answer to what

you desire is loaded with violence

you stretch out your arms with

intent , not to build each other

but to insult their life

your own brother , mother , sister , father

You have boundaries  ,  and they ARE fixed

you can defy your design but it will inflict much pain

you obey gravity to avoid it's damage but neglect virtue

innumerable talents were showered on you

yet every clay tablet , papyrus , scroll ,

document , book , history , writing

fully demonstrates the easy road to corruption

whose maw is full and overflowing

and the weapons of warfare now

cover the very surface of what was

a paradise

while you slice , dice , chop

your way through your family of humanity

and if that isn't enough

you shoot , bomb , burn , poison

children , mothers , family

and leave a wake of destruction

so much easier to burn that pinch

of incense to POWER

than to face keeping your integrity

to life , and not to submit

your support to the roads of death .

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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- diction to new ideas that of course must be researched. Profound interest in philosophy , art , science ,history , and the great teachers whose words of wisdom have been so deftly passed down in time ,complicated , temperamental , simple , thoughtful , inquisitive , love the deep woods and all of nature from earth to universe. Research 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,