Monday, January 1, 2018




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 …
C Michael Miller


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
C Michael Miller


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 .


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,

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