Rune to the Breaker of Toys

Thou has a mind
And thou has a soul
And I have a toy
That serves me well
And when you are here
I will always be smiling inside
For you can run and you can hide
But yet there is a Friend
Who knows my hope and my dream

I will put together what it is
That does not seem
To be repairable by law
But fixed with trust
And thus I must
Exhude a compliance
To the words that are written
In a book that is given
So that I may live with dignity
And the forces that break the toys
Are lost to the futures blessings

Ode to Individuality

To the arrogant
Who stay the shorline
Between my own day
And my own time
I ask that you realize
That G-d made us all so
So that you are you and I am me
And I will live to be myself.

Fixing the fishbowl

To a good day
Suffice to say
There was once a bowl of fish
That I kept on my bedroom window sill
And to that time
I was quite a friend of all
So that none could say
That the dignity was up for sale
But sadly in fact
A once mistake made a crack
And thus the bowl did leak
And sadly I lost a few glances
Yet today I hope that the bowl is fixed
As I have sent more trust to the ocean
That fills my bowl with fish
As was always to be my own good wish
So if you notice that there is a crack in the bowl
Let is be tampered with a healthier light
That shines from G-d above
And helps to heal my own memorial of dignity
That once was cracked
In efforts to live
By the way of the biggest fish

Ode to the quest for cow

To all the pirates among
I have now sung your song
There is much to plunder and stay
And yet who is it that you pay to play?
I bet that you have found your sun
In the montage of your run
So be that you love to gain
And I love to remain
So be it that today I will bend my hand
As you must avow you have no promised land
And yours comes from mine
And trust is lost to the vine
So that I will see a new day
When you no longer will play
And I guess thats how it goes
In this pirate filled society
That today we just twist away
And today we must align
With a trust of being genuine
Yet what of those ahead
With the pirates garb on their head
Do they love us or leave us
As they build their ships
And sail the open seas
Of the human race
That today is less than their pace
And such a five year old must learn
That tomorrow his mind will burn
And cry for the promised land
It will never be seen quite again
So be good today if you can
And dont steal from the babies that smile
And hold your walk for a while
And thus perhaps tomorrow
That when you must swim
The tide will come in
And you will have plenty
For your needs of every
So that when you have pain
The thoughs of friends remain
And thus you have enjoyed
A life of happiness and good
And the pain of the end
Is less than the suffusion of the mend
And of course there is bread
And you will be well fed
So give back to the children
What you have taken in confusion
And yet there will be merit
In the choice of gaining more credit
That you must enjoy
As you are no longer a boy
And today you can live a good life
So find yourself a good wife
And lay down in the goodness of your own home
And stay not on the seas of sole monetary gain
So that in the end you will remain
A soul with no blame
And dying will be a passing
Which you should be assured
Will not be lost on the few
And not forgotten in true
So that when its your time to go
There is less we will still know
Of your quest to get the cow
And build your own meow
So good day I say to you
And be good tomorrow too.
Treat the seas as your friend
And be mindful again
That this is a world of plenty
And it can all be yours if you sail just and right

Ode to being five

Oh a memory now
Of a day when I was young
A time of compassion
And of course there was the sun
There was no hate and war
And there was no strife and poor
Too much was said to be good
What a breach that life has took
So much that I have learned
And seen in all my days
What I did not know or hear about
What I did not see or experience
What little I understood of today and tomorrow
And what little I might think
That this planet I now touch and play
Is the future of the breach of good and stay

Ballad to my Facebook Friends

To the facebook posters I have now known
You have almost certainly grown
In the day that you write so well
I will certainly be glad to tell
That today is a fun time
To read between the lines
And realize that some of you are
Smart, yet a few of you are not.
And thus I rehearse for my
Next assignment
As a blogger of merit
And with that I go
To the fresh places of selling
The internet to the stranger
On twitter alas
That today I will
Find more to read
Than the same enema of a burden
That I get when I open my facebook account
And read that the same things keep being shouted
By the same general folks
Who if you learn to climb the ropes
Will show you the way
Though they seem quite less gay
That today I dwell in internet mire
That you did not choose to say anything
Intelligent over the wire
And tomorrow I will wait for more
So that time is more consumed
And thus I write
For the children of the night
That today there is more to say
And I hope that you do not go away
So thus ends the ballad to my friends online
I hope you really are genuine
I fish for fun things you write
And when you can delight
Some say its bliss
I say its like a kiss
And thus I remain
Online for a frame
And thus the Facebookers smile
And I will be hungry less a while
And tomorrow I'll post a note
And hope that another will tote
My thoughts of the day
And few will ever say
That sunshine did not shine
On the internets new design

An Oade to Rabbis who Twitter

Dear My Heavens sake of Light
There is a new kind of tight
A man so fine that he is so genuine
And he brings me my wisdom by sight
Thus the rabbi of the twitter age is born
It is he whom I seek to not ever reform
I hope that he continues his quest
To allow Israel to look at its best
And to twitter I say that
What I write can be hey
And when I type I will sound like the frey
But really its all just blessings of gay
So lets be frank and upright
And let the Jewish Leaders find their light
So that tomorrow when I daven
I will be ever so smitten with more sovereign
Intelligence that only befinds
A place in the heavens or the sky
But now you can find it online
In the twitter feed that
Sounds so genuine

The story of the goats and ducks

Once upon a time, there was a farm in the everglades of the national forest of America.
The forest was a busy place and it had all sorts of children and also many leprechauns and unicorns.  I liked the unicorns when I saw them dance in the forest, but the leprechauns were ugly and wore t-shirts that said "skyline".

The leprechauns would dance in the forest to the songs of the mice and elephants. 
It was a beautiful day and of course the mice and elephants were singing.

The leprechauns danced their bit and of course there was always a pen for the goats as well as a pond for the ducks.

The problem was however that the goats and the ducks did not always enjoy one anothers company.
The goats would live on the seeds from the buckets that the farmer would put out each morning and the ducks were also given seeds from a different bucket. 

Unfortunately the goats would finish their seed and then go and eat the seed of the ducks also.
This usually was ok because the ducks really did not eat their seed very fast.
But eventually there were times that the ducks simply did not have enough to feed on in the morning.  They would have to wait until the evening for the farmer to come and bring them more seed.

The goats were feeling ok because the ducks were always out swimming and having a good time.  The goats on the other hand might only be able to wash their beards and tails in the stream.  This bothered the goats because they saw that the ducks would be able to swim and splash in the water.
The goats unfortunately were limited to the play pens that they were given.  There was no floating and there was no quacking either.
It was ugly in the everglades farm that was nestled in the forest. 
Along came an idea. 
Issues arose in the forest and the sale of unicorn treats was limited.  This was not a concern for the goats and the ducks did not even know that there were unicorns on the farm since they were in a place far from the pond. 
Solutions to the unicorn treat shortage came from the farmer who decided to mold some seeds for the ducks and goats into unicorn treats.   
When the goats saw that the unicorns were eating the seed, they got scared.  They decided that if the farmer could feed the ducks and the unicorns, there might not be much more seed for the goats to enjoy.  And the real problem was that the ducks were really living on the last of the seed and that the ducks would have been the first to look for more seed.
So if you are a goat, thank your lucky stars that you continue to get fed.  Because the real story is that the farmer really likes his duck pond.  The farmer might just build a fence that will keep you from eating the ducks feed as he now might have to cut back on the seed that he gives out. 

Six Fields of Safety

Saving the utilty.
Financing a better plan
A world exhumes greatness
When it is for the common man

Once I took a picture
Of a child in the street
He was cold and grey and empty
And was his duty too great?

Silence in a rustic shelter
A nickel on the stairs
With hope there will be plentitude
For that the children stare

So build up a new community
And label it with trust and favor
With all good hope it will exist
And nothing for us to not savor

The apples come in the springtime
And the oranges grow on trees to gold
With silence there is good safety
In the world that Moses built

So love for ten more years
And give to those who feel some pain
And exist to name your children
After those who trust remains

Orchestras of plenty
And solutions of decency and respect
Order todays multitude
To work and pay their rent

Silence before the storm
Was the warning to the cherry blossoms that play in democracy
A child will be born tomorrow of the rags that we give him
And tomorrow justice can show peace the way

Thanksgiving Day Football Poem

Kickoff to Dallas
Another three yards ahead
Pass to Detroit
The snow is really still light
But tomorrow is Black Friday
And I will break my piggy bank
To get that special someone
Something that really is
Just simply fun frivolity
So that I get a nice kiss
When I deserve it most
Happy Thanksgiving.

Turkey Day Poem

Grace and Love
And dignity above
We offer to our LORD
Blessings that are assured
With the gravy and the yams
I can open up my hand
And thus tomorrow for all
There will be leftovers to call
And thus another year flies by
As we all look to the sky
And know that tomorrow
The snow will be afallen again.

Love Genuine

In the distance sings a melody
A rapture of the most explicit kind
A dog watches slowly as the outhouse is vacated
Such is the answer of a poverty stricken soul

Thus I beg and Thus I crave
And thus I walk
And thus I strain
But today I steel
For the heart is not mine
And I wait for the gorgeous answer
Of my love genuine.

Supplant my knowledge with wisdom
And enter my heart with a trawel
I ask that you answer my prayer
With a love genuine

So today is a good day
And tomorrow a new day
And if you want to stay home
I will love you all day

But be good to me today
For tomorrow I will stay far
For tomorrow I seek out
The answer to the fact
That today I miss
That love Genuine
That was there for me today
But not for the sleet of the rain in my eyes.

Ode to Sleeplessness

Sleep come when you will
I will await thee with a thrill!
I slept once with the drugs
Yet now I work to halt my pain and suffering
How does it be
That sleep only comes at its own pace
So that I must stay up
And try to erase
The smiley faces I made
All day long
From upon my face
As I await slumber
With a high priority
And thus laugh at the
Chagrin that tells me to
Swim

They called me buddy....

They called me buddy; it went out to my ears...
I was there for their friendship or fraternity and they wished me to be their confederate.
I was not amiss.
It was not a strong bond. 

They called me buddy.
I was like their dog perhaps.
I was there for their amusement,
But friendship or fraternity it was not to really be.

So if you want a buddy, find yourself a cat.

Veterans Day Poem

Toledo in the day of God

A saying is just that
One must indeed
Find his way
In the world at large
But what of the soldier
Whose stay may be short
Did he walk alone
Or was there another
Holding his arm
And guiding him into
The fray that
He will win
When all things
Are taken
At the
Fall of a tree
And the stop of
A heart beat
With the arms of the soldier
We can all be safe.