Many founding fathers from whom to choose,
Who have influenced my political views.
James Madison, the fourth president,
Relevant amidst today’s discontent.
The father of the Bill of Rights,
Penned after many sleepless nights.
I’d invite him over for a home-cooked meal,
And to his intellect, I would appeal.
Asking how to fix this broken nation,
Preparing myself for an awesome oration.
An intelligent man with a brilliant mind,
Such wisdom today is a rare find.
He’d be disgusted with the current state,
Today’s government he would deprecate.
His critical concepts ignored and discarded,
Constitutional rights so easily disregarded.
So-called “leaders” altogether self-serving,
Of citizens’ support, they’re wholly undeserving.
The United States now mired in fascism,
Poisoned by politicians’ dangerous elitism.
With a time machine, I’d fetch him hither,
To help this country as it continues to wither.
Last August I tried to kill myself, however upon hearing a song, I threw up the pills I swallowed. The song was "Truce" by Twenty One Pilots. If I could meet Tyler Joseph, and I plan to, I'd thank him. I'd thank him for the obvious reason, that his music saved my life. Then I'd thank him for continuing to piece together people just as broken as him. I'd thank him for the courage he has planted in each and every listener. Each and every person that struggles along side him. I'd thank him for his strength and his understanding. And I would do my best to let him know just how much it means to me and everyone else that has been touched by a single word he composed. Because I'm drowning and i'm terrified, and so are many other people... but his music makes it easier to get through each day. I wouldn't have much time to explain, but I think he'd understand just the same. Stay Alive l-/
“The great soul" who I admire so much is sitting under a tree while spinning his clothing. He beckons me to join him, Iʼm honored…
I ask him if he can show me how to make cloth using a spinning wheel, while we have an vegan lunch. I know he is a vegan, yet I donʼt know why he has such an intense feeling for animals? He tells me that animals have spirits and souls just as we do.
I know Gandhi was an extremely patient man, how does one sit for hours spinning cloth and be patient? He tells me it takes patience and practice for self control.
Did he ever feel like giving up when so many Indian people died in order to bring peace in a time of violence? Victory doesnʼt come easy, just as it isnʼt easy with violent methods.
Since he was so accepting of many races, is it true he was prejudice? I donʼt want to believe a man who wanted divided nations come together, have any prejudices inside of him? He feels that his words and views are misconstrued by the ones who hated his ways. Not everyone was revered by me.
After spinning lessons and lunch, I ask "Bapu" if we can take a walk. He would love to walk, so he takes my arm and his stick.
I was honored to have lunch, spin cloth, and listen to this "Great Soul” who is humble, philosophical, and peaceful. I ask him would he come back and help bring peace to the world? He tells me, everything he did he had to believe, mankind must work on themselves first then peace will begin.
If I could I would like to sit with Buddha under his tree
Ask him to make a better person of me
See I follow his paths and I fail badly
This affects my heart sadly
I am honest and I seek justness
This makes me tough and I have little forgiveness
He teaches one must give love to all and turn the other cheek
But I see this as being nothing but weak
I would ask him how he can except when someone has done him wrong
Why is it better to be a carpet and daily walked upon?
In my life I have found if you let people disrespect you time and time again
They learn nothing and it only causes you constant pain
So this is what I would ask then we´d share a bowl of rice
Sit peacefully get the cramps and fidget once or twice!
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I Can Only Imagine
Oh, Elvis our first meet would be so sweet, Only if I can get it together to walk with my own two feet. A slow embrace, as I try to look upon your face, with A shy hello and a
innocent kiss upon your cheek.
Oh, Elvis this would be a fantasy greet, I could only imagine what this could be, I could only imagine you here with me. My body would shake, my mind would rattle and my stomach would roll. Seems your the king who could date a queen instead you have chosen me .
Today, we shell wine and dine, take a stroll, hit the casino or rest far away upon the shore. I could only imagine how far this will go but, it's our day to do what we dare, so here we go. We will be singing, dancing and playing under the sun, although romance sits in as the evening comes, Under the stars with my king and me willing to be your queen.I can only imagine you wanting me as you bring me closer, I realize this is more then our meet and greet. I feel you pulling me closer, as your sweet lips embrace mine. I whisper in your ear love me tender and I'll be your teddy bear. I could only imagine you and me. I could only imagine if only this wasn't a dream.
Through trials and tribulations she fought tough.
Living conditions and people situations always rough.
Through it all she was a bright and shining light,
A beacon for the poor and downtrodden in their plight.
Though many Christians turned their backs on her,
She never wavered never stirred, for she was called
To do this work.
This work of love unconditional so pure,
This love abounds this faith Iʼm sure.
To meet her would be my dream come true
For I strive to be more like her too.
A boy from land of Stratford came to Globe the great stage in London,
To give them only great plays from the deep part in mind then.
I was overjoyed to say the least
Finally going to see
Our Lady Peace
My favorite band since 2001
A 2 hour drive but
I would have run
Arrived early and stood front row
Excitement really starting to grow
Cheered impatiently for
the opening band
It was a wait I almost couldn't stand
They were done and lights went out
The crowd began to
scream and shout
A hush fell when the
first notes were fed
The lights came on,
Time flew and it was
over too fast
I couldn't believe it was
now in the past
Walked outside with a tear in my eye
Hugged the drummer
when the band walked by
Just as I thought it was
all said and done
I turned and smiled
as bright as the sun
Standing amidst a gathering throng
Stood Raine Maida,
who sings every song
Everyone else seemed to disappear
Along with them
went all of my fear
I didnt even bother to wait my turn
Walked right to him,
they could all burn
He turned and his smile
matched my own
I told him the band
was now well known
By every single person I see
Knew who they were because of me
He hugged me and gave me
a kiss on the cheek
Had to steady myself
as my knees grew weak
It was the greatest night of my life
That it was over
Yeah, I would ask him to come over to my place. Maybe write down some dialogue for the most famous interview of all time- the interview with a dead man. Mitch died of an overdose in 2005, but before that he was a comedian. No, a stand-up comedy artist. He was funny, and he wasn't vulgar... at least, not on stage. If he was vulgar outside the stage, that's okay, it's all a part of what made Mitch. I would ask him about his favorite book, movie, color, music, and about his views of religion, but that would just start off the evening.
What I really want to know is how hard it was for him to become famous and respected in his field of work. Do you have to be a person from a unique background to have character and interest? Or can anybody make good material, comedy or otherwise? How did he start? How did he improve? I'm also curious as to why he overdosed, but the answer is probably less mysterious that I'm hoping. He was into drugs and had too many. It might have been a depression/suicide scenario, but it was probably just him having too much fun and not enough restraint. That's okay, too. I wish it were another way, but I'm not going to hold that against him like, "Oh he would be my favorite, but he did drugs." I'm not like that.
If I'm so into stand-up comedians, then why not George Carlin? I've read up on his world views and what he was like when he was alive, and I'm just not impressed. He had such a bleak, hopeless, pathetic, and dark view of humanity. He never mustered up any care or compassion for his fellow man. I'm not interested in that.
Of Saints & Tax Collectors.
Be it unto me, Rabbi!
That You would come into
Commune with me, m'Lord
and partake of humble victuals
at my most lowly table
I wish for nothing more
but that you'd be gracious
Unto this Zacchaeus most
And bless me with your
Presence Most Holy