Financial Predators: The Vultures Among Us

Thus Saith the Poet:

Those who willingly take advantage of the financial misfortune of others by buying homes that have been foreclosed on by the banks (many of whom along with Wall Street are responsible for the current recession which has caused the record numbers of families losing their jobs and means of support along with their homes) along with those who purchase at public auction the property impounded by the police and/or seized under the RICO statutes. Are little better than Vultures who feed upon the rotting flesh of  dead animals lying along the side of the road and are just as guilty of the legal theft of property as those misguided souls within both the financial and law enforcement communities who willing prey upon their fellow citizens for financial gain.

THE COMPUTER vs. WOMEN

My pencil and my notebook are my best of friends
yet my computer is my one and only mistress
no better woman there could ever be
for she is always so eager to please only me

Unlike women she never gets the moody blues
for five days out of every month
always responding to the delicate touch of my fingertips
her reset button I can always press to change her stubborn mind

Never nagging or giving herself to another
with her password I can reserve her intimate secrets for myself
never letting me down whenever I seek to turn her on
then when I’m tired or want to be alone I can always turn her off

Until now I never knew how much I could fall in love with a machine
that unlike a woman doesn’t change its mind every other minute of every hour
yet can carry on an intelligent conversation as often as I please
never daring to scream or yell at me should I dare to look at another woman

So until a better woman has been designed and built just for my pleasure
alone with my electronic lover I shall continue to live
where for hours on end I can sit and make love to my computer
now what on earth do I need a woman for?

Looking For Something!

For a very long time I’ve searched high and low
looking for something I can not find
I’ve looked under the porch and under the house
my home I’ve torn apart in vain until exhausted!

I’ve emptied my closets and storage building too
still all to no avail
yet without fail I’m looking still
for something I can not seem to find!

Deep within the dark and frigid vastness of space
I have searched still to no avail
To distant unknown worlds I’ve sought
yet what I’m looking for alludes me still!

I’ve searched my mind at night
and inspected my heart during the day
yet I still haven’t found what I’m looking for
perhaps it doesn’t exist yet or never did!

Now if I can only remember what I’m looking for
then just maybe one day I might find it!

One Man’s Journey

When I was growing up I was taught to respect women by not talking back to them and that hitting a woman for any reason including self defense was wrong. To always place myself between the woman I was with and potential danger in order to protect her with my body. I was taught to respect women mostly by my mother when I lived with her. But during the times I lived with my father I had to constantly put up with the physical, emotional and verbal abuse from his second wife. Simply because I was the product of my father’s first marriage.

By the time I was sixteen my father had married his third wife who turned out to be as abusive as his second wife. Forcing me to flee his home to go live with my mother only to end up living with my mother’s parents a few months later.

For the first time in my life I lived in a home that wasn’t filled with chaos, anger and hatred. My Grandparents provided for me an environment which helped me to calm down considerably. Still the damage visited upon me had left me an emotional wreck and it would take years for me just to begin to heal.

Having my earlier training to respect women by my mother reinforced by her parents I hadn’t quite reached the point where I had lost all respect for women in general. It wasn’t until I failed to heed my father’s mistakes and entered into my own marriage which began my own personal struggle with a member of the opposite sex. That I began to question why I should respect a gender whose members had been taught that men in general didn’t deserve the respect that women demanded for themselves.

Because of our different upbringing, my wife’s anger at her alcoholic father and my anger at my abusive stepmother’s we had a harder time relating and understanding each other than most couples do. Neither of us wanted to be controlled by the other but because of the abuse my wife and I had endured which colored our perceptions of each others actions. It was difficult for us to forge lasting compromises without seeing the other as attempting to dominate the other.

Both of us had a lot of issues to resolve and our marriage nearly ended within it’s first year but we were able to reconcile and have now been together for eighteen years. Unfortunately it was those struggles my wife and I engaged in that began the erosion of my respect for women.

Not long after the birth of our son and the purchase of our home I was at work when a couple of ladies whose work stations were across from mine began to complain about their husbands and sons to each other. They talked so loud that I couldn’t help but over hear them putting down and criticizing the men in their lives.

By then I was sick and tired of being forced to listen to women constantly whine and complain about the men in their lives. Especially when the women I knew had their own faults and were no better than the men they were constantly complaining about. My wife and I were still having problems yet I knew that both of us were at fault and it was during one of their many conversations when these ladies were blaming their husbands for their problems. That something snapped within me and I lost the respect the for women that my mother and her parents had instilled in me when I was growing up.

As the years went by I became increasing aware that the women who were complaining weren’t always telling the truth and that men were being blamed for things that weren’t even their fault. I had seen a lot over the years and had seen both of my stepmothers act out in violence that men were now being accused of and condemned for. Yet it was only the male gender that was under attack and while women were complaining about men at the same they were also refusing to admit that many woman were just as bad and to be held accountable for the poor choices that many women were being encouraged to make.

I was already paying close attention to the attacks women were making on men through the media and eventually I began to read the books that several feminists had written. I read Betty Friedan’s book: The Feminine Mystique, Susan Brownmiller’s books on Rape and Femininity, Virginia Wolf’s book: Fire With Fire as well as Susan Faludi’s book: The Back Lash and Suzanne Gordon’s book: Prisoners Of Men’s Dreams.

When I discovered Warren Farrell’s book: The Myth Of Male Power my anger began to grow as I learned how the feminists have sought to control the debates on all of the issues concerning men and women. How women complain bitterly of being mistreated even when in many areas they have the distinct advantage over men. When I read Christina Hoff Sommer’s book: Who Stole Feminism and learned how Feminist’s quote the results of flawed studies and learned the truth on domestic violence during my research on the Internet. How Feminist’s only quote the statistics that seem to support their claims while ignoring the statistics from the same study that showed as early as 1978 that women abuse their husbands as often as men abuse their wives.

I was able to draw a parallel between the abuse that I had suffered at the hands of my Stepmother’s because of the way they were able to lie and manipulate my father into believing that I wasn’t telling the truth whenever I complained to him. With how the Feminist’s were manipulating public opinion and convincing Congress and State Legislatures all over America to pass laws concerning domestic violence and child support with misleading statistics and out right lies.

Quite frankly I began to see the war on men that feminist’s have waged for several years now as an extension of the abuse I suffered during my childhood.

The more my anger towards women grew as I continued to learn of the injustices and abuses many men had suffered in family court concerning false allegations of sexual abuse, custody and visitation issues. Simply because the family court system was biased against men and refused to uphold the fathers rights while accepting the lies and misrepresentations of women as gospel truth.

Then after watching two years in a row how the Feminist’s in the Georgia state legislature rose up and defeated the bill on joint custody put forth by the men’s movement. Which would have brought  financial relief to fathers who wanted to maintain contact with their children when their ex wife wouldn’t cooperate. I found myself no longer able to completely trust my wife not because she might destroy me financially in a divorce and cut me off from having a relationship with my son. But because she could and get away with it if she chose to do so!

Fortunately my wife takes her commitment to our marriage very seriously and has never considered taking the final step of divorce. Though we have separated a couple of times and reconciled; still staying married to my wife as much as I love her has been the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do. Recently I have been able to step away from my anger and take a really good at myself. Mainly because my wife pointed out to me that over the years I’ve allowed this anger to consume me to the point where I’ve become just as bitter towards women as the Feminist’s in the womyn’s movement are towards men.

By doing so I have discovered that there are many women, including those who consider themselves Feminist’s, who don’t hold to the party line of victimhood, don’t hate men and are working towards equality for both men and women in the family court system.

So perhaps there is hope after all or then again maybe not…

The Darkness At The Rim

Deep within the dark void called space
on the distant rim of our galaxy
lies a dark and forbidding place
where evil silently lurks gathering strength

Defeated once before many eons ago
it waits enraged until ready
to strike terror once again
throughout the galaxy far and wide

While earth lies peacefully sleeping
unaware of the hand reaching for its throat
to the rim I am now en route
my final destiny courageously to confront

To seek out and destroy this most ancient foe
is earths one and final hope
before the darkness once again descends
corrupting everything its foul breath touches

Within my chamber I lay sleeping
unaware of the passage of time
as my ship races cloaked, armed and ready
to face an unknown enemy at the rim of the galaxy

My Heart Is Alive

My heart is alive with the light of her smile
the brilliance of which I’ve never seen before
whenever I’m sad and lonely
just thinking of her drives the darkness away

Indeed when she is near she is all I can see
a memory I keep deep within my heart
a picture of loveliness I shall never forget
no matter how long I shall live

My eyes are filled with the beauty of her face
oh how I love to get lost within her sparkling eyes
whenever I hold her close to my heart
my eyes fill with tears gazing into the depths of her soul

Whenever she is someplace else far away
I picture her face and then she is near
how I then long to be in her arms once again
dreaming of her each and every night

My ears are alive with the sound of her voice
it thrills my soul whenever she speaks to me
for her tones are like the sweetest music
than I have ever heard before or since

The delicate touch of her cool fingertips
as I cling to the warmth of her clean soft skin
the first tender kiss of her sweet lips
caused me to fall head over heels in love with her

My life is filled with the warmth of her love
which she has freely given to me as a gift
her pure sweet love is the spark
setting my heart ablaze with intense love for her

The Dark Lords

Many aeons ago when the human race
was still quite young and immature
their days of swinging through the trees
already thousands of years behind them

Mars and Venus the makers of us all
fought a war like a game of chess
for pawns they used the human race
instead of chessmen carved from marble

To lead their pawns in their cruel games
thin and cull the randy herd of humans
the gods themselves created a race of beings
that came to be known as Dark Lords

Over time Mars and Venus grew tired
then became bored with their silly game
leaving the Dark Lords in charge
they soon forgot all about the human race

Over the centuries the Dark Lords
at first remained faithful and true
to the mission that gave them purpose
looking after and improving the human race

Then little by little the Dark Lords save one
began to play out their own games
to use the human race as disposable pawns
each Dark Lord building their own empire

Setting themselves up as gods to be worshiped
taking the most beautiful women for themselves
mercilessly devouring the souls of those less appealing
the men they killed off in hotly contested battles

As empire after empire rose and fell
their glory to be remembered and enshrined
in Poet’ songs and storytellers ballads
only one Dark Lord remained true to his calling

Refusing to join his former companions
take part in their cruel and foolish games
he only fed upon the souls of women like Venus
who hated men and used their charms to destroy them

The city of Atlantis DaPoet established
in order to foster the arts, true science and culture
from which all weapons of destruction were banished
men and women lived in peace with each other

Until the rest of the Dark Lords banded together
destroyed Atlantis in a fit of jealous rage
when DaPoet’ back was turned and wasn’t watching
as he dallied with the heart of a lovely maid

Heart Broken, devastated and dismayed beyond despair
forsaking forever his former companions
upon the watery grave of Atlantis DaPoet took an oath
to avenge Atlantis by destroying The Dark Lords all