Update

Due to unexpected outside interference Afro Shamrock will be on hiatus until August 1st, whereby the posts will be continued on their regular basis.

From The Lab

From Another Perspective

Open your eyes to see the truth,
All men with sight that do not see,
Philosophers and kings of age,
Your arguments can never ease
The hearts of those whose ecstasy
Comes with tough times and strange beliefs.

Silent words, in comparison
To loud action, will not impress
The man worth his salt, sweat and blood
Need more than sound for happiness,
A hand to help through his duress,
Is worth far more than you'd expect.

Examples show the many, who,
Would help in times of need and strife,
The folk who, although blindfolded,
Could use a lift to see the light,
The positive role model type,
Perhaps then they would be all right.

Ignore these simple sentences,
A poet's words, his call to arms,
And in the days of your struggles,
When brain and soul cry out alarm,
You'll see that letters hold no charm,
For assistance in times of harm.

Pic of the Litter

An interesting painting of one of my power/totem animals, the composition is brilliant. Unsure of the artist.

From The Lab

Stranger Nation

Blank faces pacing at a shuffling gait,
Shoulder to shoulder with all the unknowns;
Unspoken words being scattered around,
Snagged by receivers strong enough to hear.
That which is recognized clearly exists,
And dismissed just as quickly as needed,
To free up space on a cluttered hard drive,
Excuses, now only good for one thing.
Cold stares of indifference strike at the core,
Drowned in a mind-flood of pity, unhinged,
Identified, days past, for what it was;
A back turned without a how-do-you-do,
And a civil laugh in stranger nation.

From The Lab

New Age Minutemen

To arms! To arms! The time has come;
Goodbyes to good wives and girlfriends,
Kisses for missus, hugs for sons,
In time to battle the whirlwind.
To arms! To arms! Iron and steel!
Strong backs and quick thoughts help reach goals;
Where Hell's but a trifle to feel,
Working through sweat in flaming coals.
To arms! To arms! The Pen and Ink,
May secrets and notes ever last,
Messages that force men to think,
Placed in bound bottles for the past.
To arms! To arms! People of wit,
Let loose and may all feel your wrath,
Peasants to kings, that subtle fit
That lies on the heart and the laugh.
To arms! To arms, enlightened few,
And hope Solomon's gifts bless thee,
Knowledge to grasp the other view,
And luck that some god protects thee.
To arms! To arms, cutpurse and fool.
Pass mischief and deceit to kin,
Instincts absent from books and school;
No lesson is better than sin.