The Maze of Youth
Youth is like trying to find the end to an endless maze. You keep hitting dead ends.
Being young means you think you can change the world with your hands tied behind your back.
Impeach the President IF
he agreed to sell 20% of American uranium stockpiles to the Russians
he had his own unsecured computer server hiding classified emails
he obstructed justice by stating all of the emails were about a wedding a yoga
he expected anyone to believe him about a wedding and yoga
he asked Dmitry Medvedev to tell Putin he could be more flexible after re-election
he ran a charitable foundation to shake down foreign governments
he used this foundation to steal Haitian relief monies
he used this foundation as a gateway to pay-for-play government access
he used this foundation to launder monies and avoid paying taxes
he gave Mexican drug gangs US taxpayer paid firearms to kill people
he named this operation after a movie hoping to appear cool to the low informed voter
he thought anyone would believe this lie
he thought he could pass a tax, he said wasn't a tax, then suddenly, it is a tax
he thought he could bypass Congress with just a threat of having a pen
he thought he could open the borders to anyone who wanted to enter
he thought we should just accept it
Just follow the US Constituition, Article 2, section 4 and cease with the whining and complaining. If you want to impeach a sitting US President, then FOLLOW THE US CONSTITUTION and do it legally. Otherwise, sit in your parent's basement, fit your head for an aluminum foil hat, troll the internet for someone who will listen, and dream of what might have been. I for one, have real work to do with the business of living my life well, working for my future, and being the well-respected citizen I have always wanted to be.
Thanks - Andy Betz.
Words are merely the purgatory
Where our thoughts go to dwell
While their meaning and fates are determined.
"Rise from the Ashes before you get thrown away with the cinders "
Black on white
Letters forming words
Words forming sentences
A story woven from paint strokes
It's accents and colors
stemming from meaning
rather than sight
Paint the love of my life?
Here's my love of words.
Fear has legs like a spider
As it crawls slowly up your body
The goosebumps appear as your eyes grow wider
It has teeth that bite
Sharpe needles that tingle
That awake you in the night
Fear has long spindly fingers
Wrapping around your throat so you cannot breath
It´s presence lingers
It can take away your voice leaving you with but a yelp
Cement you silently to the floor
So you cannot even call for help
Fear can make you feel alone in a crowd
It whispers secretly in your ear
Or screams so very loud
It can be simple or cunning
In plain site or in the back of your mind
Following you slowly or cruelly running
Fear has many shapes and faces
Ready to get you anywhere
In public or quiet secluded places
© M.Withers/M.Strudwick . All rights reserved.
Both the name The EriduSerpent/EriduSerpent
and any written material is owned solely by the above named.
Permission granted for all written material to be shared but not for profit.
Printing or publishing is prohibited without seeking permission first from said owner.
When you first told me that we were on borrowed time,
I laughed, taking you in my arms,
Asking from whom it was borrowed.
Now I know.
I know that time is not something we can keep,
Or stow away.
Time can only be used, or wasted.
And it doesn't go away:
Even when we're gone, each hour, each minute
Will carry on like the last.
I remember when you first told me you loved me
And I laughed and said I love you more.
You said you'd love me to the moon and back
But not to the sun,
Because that would be too much.
I told you I'd love you to the end,
And this is it.
This is the end, and I still love you
Just as much as I did at the beginning.
I borrowed time and now I'm giving it back,
Perhaps a bit worn,
But still usable by some other soul.
Better yet, why does a life deserve to live?
Because sometimes we stare at the clouds and watch lightning in wonder instead of fear.
To protect The Innocent
Kill five evils every year?
Eliminate a child's fear?
Of course I would. And you would too.
Five would probably be too few.
Criteria are hard to choose;
Which evils should the world first lose?
When picking from all human-kind...
It's best to use an open mind.