“Where do I go from here?”
“Where do I go from here?”
As
I awaken this morning,
with
a lot on my mind,
Not
a dollar in my pocket,
not
even a dam dime.
As
I contemplate my options,
weighing
situations at hand,
Once
a self-made millionaire,
now
a broken down old man.
A
land made of milk and honey,
with
opportunity nowhere in sight,
A
Life lived without status,
renders
any feeble mind man,
without
the means of fight.
We
enter this selfish world,
with
inspired hopes and dreams,
expecting
nothing,
to
be handed to me,
and
in fact (9 times, out of 10),
the
opposite,
be
the truth, it seems.
Kill
or be killed,
became
my motto
and
all illusive powers,
to
be sought
no
end to the game,
until
the fat lady sings,
a
lesson, I was to be,
very
well taught.
A
cold world,
without
any real securities,
a
man can’t survive,
without
a true heart,
Take
and withhold,
was
my preaching,
always
place the horse,
before
the cart.
Money
they say,
is
the root, to all evil,
but
makes the entire world,
go
around,
Deep
pockets
and
with no money in hand,
leaves
an indelibly formulated,
stiff
frown.
He,
whom is to me,
with
out wisdom,
count
not, the many numbers,
of
my name.
Needing
to be known,
shouldn’t
be as important,
as
paying careful attention,
to
my game.
Opportunity
did knock,
although
my door to success,
came
by wrong means,
late
one night.
The
keys needed to pave my path,
were
those of a prison cell,
welded
bank vault tight.
with
all the purities of living,
placed
meticulous off limits,
yet
beneath my feet,
just
as two birds in a bush,
is
worth less than one,
already
held in hand.
just
ain’t right,to make my bed
or
claim a fame to any life,
when
life reserves for me,
not
even a space to stand.
Where
do I go from here?
JIM
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Dear Sir Jim Arnold Sir (My brother)
Another feather in your golden cap. My love, My Applause, My vote, I love the entire poem
Love, regards
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI (Brother)
Thank you my dear brother hope all is well with you?
Jim
My Other Brother, from another mother,
Always a pleasure to be able to walk upon your street, for when one travels the lenght of yours, in lieu of their introduction, to your road of poetic collection of riches, as we take delight, not only in your remarkable poems but being able to delve, into your highly sought out, elite poems and comments.Yours are those, which falls into the catagory, of Sir Williamji and a very few others, although all comments by everyone is priceless.Yours are of those, which by themselves, boast the status held as poems, within their own rights....Thank you my dear friend but i have a long ways, yet to travel in order to be on top of my game once again, as yourself, brother Williamji, Angel,
My Other Brother, from another mother,
Always a pleasure to be able to walk upon your street, for when one travels the lenght of yours, in lieu of their introduction, to your road of poetic collection of riches, as we take delight, not only in your remarkable poems but being able to delve, into your highly sought out, elite poems and comments.Yours are those, which falls into the catagory, of Sir Williamji and a very few others, although all comments by everyone is priceless.Yours are of those, which by themselves, boast the status held as poems, within their own rights....Thank you my dear friend but i have a long ways, yet to travel in order to be on top of my game once again, as yourself, brother Williamji, Angel, Piusha,Nardine, Cherie Shirley P., lady of flowers of purple, Rachel G., Mr.G. , Madison,Carey, Roch and so many many more and not necesarily in the particular order...My hat off to you all....Thank you for the compliment and as always, you remain a force, to always be reckond with and a very dear friend...
Thanks Brother,
Jim....
,Nardine, lady of flowers of purple,Cherie, Shirley P.,Piusha,Tina,Madison,Carey, Rachel G., Mr.G. ,Roch and so many many more...My hat off to you all....Thank you for the compliment and as always, you remain a force to always be reckond with and a very dear friend...
Thanks Brother,
Jim....
Sorry for the duplication, this mouse of mine got a little, double print happy...Jim
Welcome Sir, .sorry..I was busy to do some other necessary task this day so could not get chance open the system, sooner than faculty of my mind was diverted come across to the striking verse has been presented before for betterment of many those are agitated with unsolved worldly problems..they don't have concrete solution to survive ..very true, money is the main cause of generating evils..no body wants to clash each other as later it converts automatically in form of penitence..with support of money we make stinky our total live..apart of it no one could ignore the power of truth that is heavenly armour..every words within the poem is woven in unique shape...the poem also conveying trustworthy universal message...with high regards,...xx Ravindra Kumar xx
WOW, Sir Ravindra,
You truly know when you step on the door step of the poets house of poems, the red carpet isn't only laid out, just as my buddy Russell Mackie has conveyed, the carpets remains even a week are so after you have departed...You and Sir WilIiamji to me and many more are like, two identical book ends and if poems were snakes, Sir yours and Sir William’s would be the (2) most potent ones, to have been birth....Both of you are idles to us all and for those of us that know you two can surely vouch this and those that don't know yet, most definitely will come to know....You know it’s always an honor when you are on the scene and with you I am more than grateful ..I remember when I first accosted you through the reading of your poems and you once mentioned you wanted to be remembered as one of the all-time greats through your works and I knew then, what a special package you were on this site and was always hungry for your works. Russell Mackie and WilIiamji, was the first to realize the potency of you and your works and to this day that potency remains and well missed, when you were away…….Of you I am flattered always and as Russell stated, “your poems and comments are those reserved to be read, within the presence of a dictionary” and definitely did he not lie….Once again,WOW......
Take Care my friend,
Jim
Big Wolf,
The loudest and badest (Howl) on the net, The man, the myth,the legend………..What's up (Big Wolf),and I thank you for stopping by my friend and you are definitely right, place it in front of me and I would be the last to turn it down, (money), most definitely need it and man, surely got to have it .I am flattered and honored dear sir and to receive from the private stash, this one I will be sipping very slowly, for it may be a while, before that opportunity arrives again and I really like the way you slipped this in and it made me laugh when you did “but money itself is innocent enough.” Cleaver and ow-so true. The reputation of the witty and flamboyant sense, of well-liked and admired humor proceeds you well on this site, but there is nothing like the original and you truly are…Thank you partner, for the reading and you are well appreciated
You are a gentleman and a scholar Sir,
Jim
Hey Big Wolf,
Truly appreciate the reach out man and it appears, the very thing i was speaking with Cherie about on another poem, you were already a step a head of me doing on another. Giving credit to another writer, from the kindness of the heart, well appreciated my man and to you, i stand to applaud and give sincere respect..I like your style Sir...
Thanks Partner,
Jim
Hey Wolf ,
I like this partner,(About Me) and that image wouldn't be my boy Johnny Cash would it be? Dude i like everything that man stood for and his music, a very serious believer in life, was he and man did he live life, the way he wanted and with whom he loved dearly,(June Carter Cash)..Wow i enjoyed his last and very sad sad song,(Hurt ). Loved it so much, i had to do a small poem on it (Misplaced Trust)..Have one more in-depth, that will be placed on site very shortly.......
About Me:
For all that I should have said an have not, for all that I should have done, and have not done, Oooh my Soul, I Love you... On that note Little more detailing about me, hhhmmm. here it is in a nut shell: I am a walking contradiction, I am a mocker, a Modder, a Rocker and a hipster, a student and a teacher, a poet and musician, beggar and thief, hero and honorable man, a baby, I been lost and found, Allstar Baseball player, and good and bad friend, Lover and fighter, Both Scorner and scorned, healer and patient, mechanic, pervert and goody goody LOL, nerd and macho, cook and customer, Son, husband, employee, student, an I been formerly known as Guru, shopper, builder, dreamer, partier, and shy, withdrawn and outgoing, drunk and sober, ahead of schedule and behind schedule, healthy and unhealthy, Driver passenger and a side seat driver happy and sad, liar and cheater and not a liar and a cheater, short tempered and long suffering and patient, sugar and caffeine addict, junk food junky, a foody, a health nut, an indoor private apartment dancer, I only begun to ruin and defile myself and I improve my self and strive to be that better man that I am always striving to become, fast witted and slow of speech at times, certain and uncertain, cautious and reckless, sensitive and comfortably numb, a Stranger in a Strange Land an both King of MY Castle, I been wounded in Love and wounded in hate, I been oh so very smart cold an calculating an I learned to be gentle, nice an to give an love blindly as a child, I been in Heaven and Hell an somewhere in-between, I been both a modern man an pulled somewhere lost out of time, I been knocked down low an trudged naked the walk of shame, an am on a extremely high horse, But don't forget one thing "I'm Eduardo Mendivil", I know everything... I'm a Mendivil DAM IT, an though were always late we arrive when we mean to... Remember, John said, there are NO problems, only solutions... 0.0 Jack of All trades, Master of None
Greetings my friend,
Stopped in for a quick minute but will return later to play in your back yard of fresh planted crop of poems. My friend, (in your wall), it is constructed of many *bricks) and it appears, you will always find good cause to add (another), One of my favorite songs by Pink Floyd.
Fake Care my friend,
Jim