Tuesday, December 20, 2016

Duped - by - Bob Atkinson

(c)2016 Bob Atkinson

he thought his plan sincere
he thought his motives just
save this world from deviants
do his part to end all lust

he conquered fear with faith
no doubt left in his mind
his purpose never shrouded with
an arrogance of times

that simply describes his situation
when he killed for faith supreme
but now let’s take a moment
to examine all his dreams

his mind had been adjusted
by rituals each day
repetitive motions laying out
this man as tool of trade

no deity ever created
left love of man on hidden page
nobody could arrange a world
with kindness thus decayed

for killing’s not a religious tool
only tool of trade when used for lust
and jealousy of sect’s a struggle
devoid of purposed thrust

my mind saddens when confronted
by those who kill for not a rule
of justice brought to fellow man
those who worship as a tool

a tool finds in character
a kinship with another word
which sounds the same
with different meaning

yes, taken as a fool

a fool believes that anyone
can state in certain terms
who lies at world’s center
that’s so hard to discern

some believe in absolutes
which govern all we do
while some believe those characters
denote the stuff of fools

Wednesday, November 30, 2016

Honor or Infamy - by - Bob Atkinson

(c)2016 Bob Atkinson

seems so little an idea there
how we keep ourselves in touch
in touch with life's gentle moods
those which perk us up

we've never seen a light so bright
or candle facing winds
as if our eloquent desires
expand outward from within

to feed our constitution's frame
a certain kind of fear
fear we may not have been
worthy of our peers

some believe barbarity
feeds their need to breathe
while another may find hope
in charity of giving

idea here flows through our hearts
do we wish honor or infamy
do we wish to die a death
that nobody mourns or weeps

or do we wish to aide mankind
in all our little ways
here's a choice you can make
with every breath you take

Friday, November 25, 2016

Adaptation - by - Bob Atkinson

(c)2016 Bob Atkinson

surreal describes our situation
a mental image processed inward
toward some deviation's mark
of human non-progress directly stated

we step back in our time
within a mix of what we see
devolved toward institutions
benign and in between

solve for me this problem
help me with this question
which expands our capabilities
strength or cowardice?

strength would stand our backbone
against every problem charged
while cowardice would never ever find
us with courage leveraged by

by those men of society
who claim their laws lie real
when they, in their weakest moments
this land underfoot did steal

so why would what someone says
hurt you in the least
why could you not ignore
words from some strange beast

why would society protect you
from verbal communication
even though those thoughts you hear
come from a deviant situation

I would rather hear it all
so I could adapt to that charge
with thought over time
as to their meaning's cause

would never tell you you're in the wrong
to say any words to me
for when you say them openly
you've set your mind process free

when you hear these things from me
you know fully where I stand
I'd rather have a bullet come
from front not toward my back

adaptation changes us
and melds those not sincere
from a pot of thoughtless men
into a set of peers

while protection of thought
demeans our species greatly
give me honesty please friend
so I can understand your meaning

for if because of convention
you hide your feelings from
your friends and your enemies
we'll never become just one

always stay "them and us"
and those not of my kind
something I would cry about
from now 'till end of time

Friday, November 18, 2016

If Another Thinks Different - by - Bob Atkinson

If Another Thinks Different
(c)2016 Bob Atkinson

travesty befell us all
when those who tended sheep
harvested a sentiment
against what good men teach

this seemed a private notion
but with hurt to impose on us
a disunited stumble
for people akin to lust

never in all history
had sacrilege been thus portrayed
never in thousands of years
had humanity been thus betrayed

cause of such reduced to naught
wiping out religious freedom in this world
where before you could worship plainly
anyone you would

but now with this statement of
untrue facts brought to our front
we feel free to injure others
as they're not of our bunch

when people see this bad's been done
they might open up their eyes
to reality of purpose here
as we're not a bunch of liars

we're open minded in approach
when we think a lot
not allowing ritual hypnosis
to injure us at all

we know we're sincerely blessed
to think for ourselves sometimes
we know who's supreme in our hearts
if another thinks different, that's just fine

Thursday, November 17, 2016

Doldrums - by - Bob Atkinson

(c)2016 Bob Atkinson
seeing sends believing messages
directly to one's brain
yet when our off button's pushed
we're rarely aware of the lightest rain

enigmas of an early time
make me feel as if contrite
while doldrums send a message of
calm flashes of white light

as if a sailor on blue oceans
going south beyond equator
I feel as if my wind's becalmed of late
has taken to resting not gyrating

true, my energy of before
was like a whirlwind of haste
while those who followed me in step
ended in hospitals, exasperated

why these ideas perform
some mental images of late
seems thoughts while resting now
have old activities replaced

doldrums seem to me at this moment
a natural attitude of my body
while watching young with energy
I stand by this open gate yawning

not giving what I could before
in any meaningful way
just think I've done all that they do
that's all I have to say

no comment on their performance
I've had my time to shine
they need to realize this life
is a compound of yours and mine

Friday, November 11, 2016

Total of Our Run - by - Bob Atkinson

Total of Our Run
(c)2016 Bob Atkinson
lack of money isn't poverty
money isn't wealth
for I've seen both sides of life
with openness of breath

for when one lives in poverty
there are rags to wipe the floor
and smiles can't be bought with cash
cash doesn't open every door

for if you stand on a corner
and beg for coins from me
won't give a penny to you then
unless right there I see

a broom in your hand
to sweep up city streets
something you'd not think of
as you stand there on your feet

there were times when my paper route
bought presents for our crew
cause papa lost that money when
too few good cards he drew

and coin left in his pocket
bought wine of simple taste
and left us with a heartache
instead of toys and games

but we tried our best not to do
those bad things they had done
giving our children a solid home
not ever on the run

for we found energy from disappointment
in having nothing of our own
the will to work much harder
than every other soul

and when you tally performance
you see what we have done
not letting poverty of time
be the total of our run

Nationalist Tendencies - by - Bob Atkinson

Nationalist Tendencies
(c)2016 Bob Atkinson

take your fear of status quo
dunk this in your coffee
and free your mind of decision
not what's offered now

we see ourselves as unique
but we've seen this path before
an overwhelming situation
which evens up the score

not always do we feel a pain
but when we do we pause
to reflect in who we are
and which is our great cause

history shows a depth of knowledge
about our current fare
nationalist fury can't be buried
for long, not mood declared

we come together as a group
when leaders show us weakness
and stretch our country to the brink
of folly and crass sheep-ness

we, as others in this world
need to find good strength
by allowing idealist bents
to mold us not to break us

so argue your side of life
your unique point of view
but momentum of the national
will settle down anew

and build a future who knows how
but forces here arrayed
have direction we don't know
until we read of history's page

Wednesday, October 26, 2016

Piety and Crime - by - Bob Atkinson

Piety and Crime
(c)2016 Bob Atkinson

no such deviations
of behavior in our world
get down to causal actions
more extreme or without guilt

as those we find imperative
workings of our time
institutional fated dreams
enhanced to produced crime

we view an open order
as license for to steal
be it something of value
or edges of an ideal

we take from some their freedom
we take from some their cash
we sit out in a blind
waiting for them to pass

end result says nothing
about our state of mind
other than showing truly
we're beasts of early times

then there stand the pious
a motley sort of crew
who create a situation
which cannot find calm view

history tells us these poor souls
cause damage to our breed
not letting freedom expand here, now
they crush that fertile seed

Tuesday, October 25, 2016

The French Revolution - by - Bob Atkinson

The French Revolution
(c)2016 Bob Atkinson

some believed those old ways
were always here to stay
some hoped to continue status quo
keeping monarchs in a powered state

then on Europe's southern side
north of Iberian plains
arose an idea of democracy
to spread out across French lands

this scared those despots greatly
strange idea of peoples' trust
how could they challenge kings
how could they run amok

how could they feel a transfer
of power to the people
would enlighten all within their realm
of castles and church steeples

rich had gotten richer
poor had gotten poorer
was the way those elite
saw good social order

they pocketed many millions
and saw their power grow
yet those French would challenge
how this ever was to go

people heard what they told them
no question here of fact
those lies of institutions
never seemed to look back

back into those middle ages
when despots rose to touch
every aspect of the lives
where control held minds in muck

well, you know the end result
kings lost their thrones and heads
and many people were satisfied
until they did it again

for hard becomes the struggle
when behind scenes we're cut apart
by those who wish to regain power
by duplicity as an art

we have our own examples
of this deviousness in our fold
how in '29 those not in power
shrank money supply and told

told us wasn't them
was those nasty conservatives
who let the people free
not a good thing they said

then again in '08
when nobody looked again
they sub-primed us ten years earlier
took that long to sink down in

down into our banking system
where hurt began again
and people lost their jobs and wealth
fingers pointed to wrong side of fence

"... oh those who believe
in freedom without restraint
did this deed (chuckle)
we need to reign them in ..."

sad situation that mankind
has not a love of fellow
to back off from deceit
and just a bit stay mellow

Saturday, October 22, 2016

The Wife as a Mistress - by - Bob Atkinson

The Wife as a Mistress
(c)2016 Bob Atkinson

seems domestic life gets old
we move apart from our goals
taking with us all good form
rote companionship becomes a norm

rarely do we see
adventure in returning from
our workday duties far away
just sit, stare and deviate

deviate from the hunt
risk, excitement, all that stuff
those blood pressure raising calls to arms
rare treasures in this world of ours

solution's simple in form
take your wife as mistress fawned
woo her every day with kisses
tell her you'd always miss her

but you're duty bound
a wife who never understands
your needs set free with hands unbound
a man, my love, has needs to pounce

as a cat as if in a jungle
with claws so sharp, teeth driven by muscle
a quick reaction, oh so fast
but hunting's merely a minute's gamble

then back to calm with home so sweet
a worried woman sitting at his feet
to purr her ever sweetest words
as if he had been brave and conquered her

conquered her soul with his gallant deeds
a man who treasures all he sees
she loves his every word exclaimed
caresses his soul by softly saying

those words he hears every day
"wash the car you lazy fool
go get the kids from school
take out the garbage she loudly rages"

he thinks a mistress would never say this

Tuesday, October 11, 2016

Absolutes, an Impediment to Progress - by - Bob Atkinson

an Impediment to Progress
(c)2016 Bob Atkinson

wild thoughts flew through my mind
what stops us from progressing toward
a future harmony in life
a simple love of art?

we flow on as if a stream
which bubbles when rocks lie
beneath a surface tranquil
by furtherance of pride

how can we solve this mystery
which keeps us from being great
while opening our hearts
and eliminating pure bound hate

simple solution in my mind
I can solve this mess for you
with a word of caution for
all members of your crew

we must eliminate right here
thought of absolutes
nothing do we have in our
seething point of view

carries with divine truth
that's not possible in these times
so quit this feeling of finite test
calm your worried mind

absolutes get banned
they kill and hurt our kind
without them we co-operate
and feed our friends a line

a line of love and kindness
not recklessness and hate
we don't want to bomb our friends
don't want to un-create

absolutes need be abandoned
nobody knows firm truth
in spite of what they say to you
theirs isn't all you'd make

make into something rational
nobody has a key
unless softness survives these times
we'll never find our freedom

freedom to explore our hearts
and sit right down to think
nobody in this world survives
if taken over absolute's brink

Defining Us - by - Bob Atkinson

Defining Us
(c)2016 Bob Atkinson

seems to me in saddest terms
we've missed an opportunity
to mesh our souls for purpose
an independent unity

so many things needed done
yet fuss and fight we do
for in this universal dream
our thoughts lie not with you

they begin with us, of course
a simple sharing of
a wild ride through universe
upon a spinning globe

as if detached from each other
we seem to fight our fate
which defines collection of
spirit which dissipates

dissolves when absolutes
grow within our band
keeping us from producing
anything that's grand

we fight with nature for survival
those winds which blow so hard
and water falling down on us
washing away our towns

that oxygen which we breathe
rusts our bridges toward ground
while never giving us a peek
permanence never to be found

saddens us these events
and attitudes of our mentors
feeling greed and avarice
presents a strong pretension

pretension of good for all of us
while lining pockets with the gold
which could have build our cities up
with openness of goals

so we sit in mud deranged
while opportunity finds no place
of future with our sweet delights
no courage in our wake