Zero Population Growth

Zero Population Growth

Some people believe in quality

Not quantity

Unlike California who adds a new million each year

Or India

Teeming with life

Beggars

Merchants

Yogis

Cremation at the Ganges

Recycling life into another reincarnation

Or China

Population grew so large the government forced contraception

Only one for a while

Only two in the country

A boy valued more than a girl

Infanticide of females became too common

Today freeways buzz like bees twenty four seven

Traffic stopping like clogged arteries at rush hours

New lanes and new structures line them with commerce

Urban sprawl leaving no room

For pastures for cows

Meadows for Meadow Larks

Or clean air to breathe

Back in the seventies there was a push

Only two children per couple

The world then was three billion

Now fifty years later the world population bulges

More than double

Humanity has not taken the idea seriously

Responsibility with the life force

An afterthought

When does the earth reach

“The fullness of it’s Creation”

Does that mean humanity is the only life form left

When God said

"Multiply and Replenish the Earth"

Humanity got the multiply part 

but not

The Replenish

Ode to Alcoholics

This is an ode to Alcohol

That cunning and baffling drug

It will take your life and twist it around

Then leave you like yesterday’s rug

At first you feel happy and silly

Do things that can be kind of rude

Embarrass yourself  Make a fool of yourself

Get loud and a little crude

It begins to numb the senses

So the demons will go away

But when you come back to yourself again

There’s double the demons to pay

Thousands of brain cells are destroyed

Each time you take that drink

After a while the grogginess

Makes it difficult to think

Self will begins to run riot

No one is right but you

All the bad deeds are another’s fault

Responsible is not something you do

Pretty soon you need some more

Just to mellow out

More and more and more it takes

To the place you can just drop out

You lose the friends you met in the bar

To drugs or divorce or death

You lose your true friends and family

You lose your life   your own breath

By now you’re pretty much out of control

You lie  you cheat  you steal

Morals become a thing of the past

There’s only one thing       Your will

It’s a legacy to pass on to the kids

That deadly and dark disease

Deny the elephant in the room

Starts to be used with ease

The pattern is set to pass it on

Because people refuse to get help

You’d rather be sick than take the steps

Toward wellness  happiness   health

You’re finally a true monster

Insanity has taken your life

You’ve lost your job  your husband  your wife

The only thing left is

?

-A High Price to Pay-

or

Turn your will over to a higher power

That can restore you to sanity

One step at a time

Let go and let God

The only way to be free

Tatts

Once handsome men are now freaks

Women a side show at the circus

It has become the trend

Putting permanent life marks on flesh

Once a birthmark was thought a curse from God

Especially in visible places

Now young and old enjoy marring their body

With ugly designs

Once hidden in some secret place

Now they force us to witness their masochistic acts

Purplish blue black and indigo colors

Blur the beauty God gave them

Once thought extreme

Now they parade their anti-social behavior

Like a badge on arms and legs

An art exhibition we didn’t choose to attend

Some say their tatts mean something

A tribute to someone

Some say they are sensitive souls

Expressing themselves

I beg to differ

Anyone who consciously chooses

To hurt themselves for attention

Doesn’t care if they offend

Troubling

The question looms large

Why do people choose to look cheap

Like hardened ex cons

Epilogue For The Homeless

The homeless are great

They Manipulate

Playing victim

Preying on good Christian hearts

The con their game

They use different disguises

Different faces

One man always out there with many

Sometimes a goatee

Sometimes a long beard

Sometimes a hat

Sometimes just looks weird

He stands on the median

Always a forlorn face

 looking down

He should get an academy award

for acting

They have different signs

Scrawled on cardboard

A good technique

One I saw said 

Stranded 

Please anything will help

I called her on it as she got on her hidden bike

smiling

One sign said

I used to have a life once

I decided to talk to her about it

Same old sob story

Sores all over her face

Wasn’t going to admit she chose to be a meth addict

Another sign

I used to be somebody once

She’s still somebody

Somebody on the streets

Another

Will work for food

Four fast food restaurants hiring on the same street

Homeless and Hungry

Anything will help

When you give them food they’re disappointed

Don’t feed their addictions with your philanthropy

That enable’s their disease

They make a much better living begging

A cab driver told me they often make $200 an hour

A better wage than his fifteen an hour plus tips

It’s lucrative

begging

I’ve interviewed a few to see

How they ended up on the streets

Ran away because my mother was a drug addict

Or her new husband was sexually abusing me

Husband was an alcoholic

All pretty legit reasons

Sometimes Tragic

Sometimes real

Usually not

Personal Choice and Personal Responsibility

Must be examined

It’s the lazy man’s profession

Some like it

 Don’t mind being a vagabond

Enjoy the gypsy life riding the rails

They’ve made their own bed

Don’t mind sleeping in a bag on the streets

It’s just like camping

Much easier than taking care of a house

All that responsibility

They like the simple life

Most take your money for alcohol and drugs

They don’t really want food

Don’t be fooled

Don’t feel too sorry for these

“Victims”

Sometimes these “Victims” are victimizing

You