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No Bull(Noble)

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All this time… 

the good seeds planted, within 

our fertile minds… 


Race, around
and around... around
and around

like the tract of the sands 
of the hourglass 

within our flesh and bones 

At such a blinding pace… 


Reminders, all the weeds 

of our disgrace 

act to retard 

our forward progress

Going nowhere, fast… 

burn away the clouds of evolution 
as extinction erases yet another 

Group of unfortunates’ presence 
From the table of the living…

And sweeps them 
as they fall DEAD

into the past 


Hear the conductor yell!

ALL ABOARD!!!


The locomotive is smoking
Another trainload of fools, 

standing around, smoking cigarettes 

like they've got nothing else, going on
joking


Headed out the station to prospect 

fools gold

(pyrite, to all you amateur, geologists)

all disappear in an explosion, 
with thick black smoke... 

we can see their blank faces 

as the train pulls away

frozen in horror... without emotion

 

Leaving with nary a trace 

but the formula for change


For those remaining…

Another train, suddenly appears

out of thin air... 

starts loading, immediately! 

but, seems nobody cares... 

with the variable changed, this time
instead of gold..

it's silver, stock certificates, bit coin 

and an assortment of financial derivatives

the train comes to life with a bang!

and a hissssss
Its engine powerful, 


snorting violently like a wild bull 
Circling a wounded rival 


Idling , ready for the next contest, 

Revving up …then, 

bellowing out the challenge

To the skillful, the brave, the foolish or unwary


To those of you more scholarly than foolish, 

candidates, more or less survivors,

 

To defeat the beast and taste the beef

Season its meat and turn it slowly 

In the fire… and those left over, 

with some chance/potential 

Due to luck, skill, guile, or force of will,


Ancestral guidance, purveyance 

Become the wise/once naive


Students of keen strategy 
with wit, and nerve...
 
Eager to survive… 

Even pretenders…seeking the throne 


To the lucky few 


Bad asses, who for some stroke 


Of pluck, odd circumstance, or genius

Survived for the appearance 

Of 

One who has aged well, 

done fair 

As anyone can tell… 

Fears not either man nor beast


Studies religion and politics, just enough
to have the common sense...

knows the sun rises in the east 
and sets to the west

taken one step

even further than that
thinks for themselves,

as a matter of fact


To have learned the dirty tricks

although, has a strange tic 

in the way they talk


Suffers from a tendency for playing tricks 

On the foolish, arrogant and the hypocrites 

which tend to tick them off...

Beware, the square heads 


Some who like to belittle older folks

Because they never got the memo

They simply don’t understand

that's no problemo

All the rough and tough 


Folks, who learned the ropes 


As young folks… learned 

that to gain the upper hand 


Evolving beyond hitting hard things 

with their faces

Using their heads to understand
No just break things

But to break them down to pieces

they can understand...


And build them up again, 
better...


Snow on the mountain, 

a silver mane, that's seen many moons

of stormy weather

A crown of wisdom…

As opposed to an old fool

Who no matter how many times 

Getting knocked down

Understanding, 

The root of the changing 
Dimensions… 

those who have 

Seen it all before

When the wild bull came again

They jumped the fence

Knowing its better 

To be smarter ...than strong  

Better… to, be alive

then

Dead wrong

 

 And when the right

Answer comes to you, then, make your move 

Intelligent minds prefer the view 

From the ground up

Unless, until… time’s up

And turns the table when you're able 

to topple the unbeatable foe

knowing, someday to find our place

Among them who know…

How to get the job done

push away from the game

leave your cards

on the table(they're cheating)

Better,

to mooove onnn

 

beyond the bull
(that’s no missed steak)  
   

start our own ranch,

make yor own

chance

 

C2

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mrmelody7 says:

Lots to digest here Sir Charles

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Charles2 says:

True, that... mrmelody7, i've got to work on that

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