Pursuit Of Happiness

I

f there is suffering, 

then there is pain, 

and there is wondering why men go insane? 

In the world burning and turning, put out like a flame, 

of a candle handled with a wick or wax to blame 

But, if there is joy, then there is happiness, with a pride, 

and there is laughter ever after, without a regret of a lie. 

The truth you remember, from your youth, is to surrender 

to the legal tender. And chase away your debt 

with your possessions rendered. 

As you believe in saving your dreams. 

Free of wages and things, 

in reality more important than things 

are the well being it brings 

to have awareness in your health 

as your wealth really sings 

taking care to share 

a love to dare in your wings.

Daryl Belcher

                                           Natural Observatory

Breaking my neck, looking as high as my eyes could see

I watched the sky and it had no blemish or mark

just immense cloudless expanse never before

observed and never again seen with spotless

wonder

The quiet solitary blanket with unafraid beauty

amazed at all of it, like an ocean looking still

no wind or wave

just a sheet of glass ice skating to the endless

horizon

My sense of intrigue went for a sail

off into the sea above with shaking breath

as I break down with tears

streaming from my ache

along my cheeks

staring at the face of God

shining down on me

Making the corners of the universe smile upward

And as high as the Most High

as lovely as the greatest gift

forever imagined looking at the show

         The Trump Stump

I’m a tyrant and I have high rent eating my meals for free, I have conflict of interests; I seal the deal, that’s me! I live in a world of high stakes; some say, in a world all my own, as I give it a twirl, the kind it takes, to set the bet for my home, that’s the house you louse, if you didn’t know my tower has power and pride!

The fire is doused with written notes of how I did the crimes to lie. My penthouse suite is full of tweets

Every twitter is bitter; I got the nuts to bust your butts, the bigger the better tits are the winners! It defines who I am, and why I fire the user. Because I can, you understand? And I get tired of all the losers! We stand divided, G.O.P. decided, to let me be the king. No, not a royal, just know that I’m a foiled dictator, that’s under rated to bring, war to score points, as they anoint me the tyrant, of all the polls, and then after I’m done with all my fun there are the taxes and the wall I’ve sold, the poor out about all I could, nobody but me can fix the system, after I’m through they won’t know what to do because in short, I have witnessed wisdom, in my mind, like ego and pride, my two awarded traits, to people like me claiming to be undistorted with hate!           

Daryl Belcher

Blues to the News

It is sick to convict inflicting the soul

Falling quick into the sands and stick to control

The consequences with our defenses slowly unfolding

From words unfurled in the world of only withholding

To the course of action with satisfaction and trust

Of course is a reaction to the distraction we must

Fear when unclear to adhere to the rule

Judging our fudging as we feel the nudging 

To revere the fool

Who is cool in the wake of today's addiction and affliction

Forsaking the ways of our mistakes and contradictions

Of up in arms when we are down with war

Up in tempo when the sound is more

Blues to the news

Discontinuing the selling of shelling

It is true to look within you to be compelling with telling

The way the soul displays consoling to stay alive

Dare to share what is there and to say what drives

Peace to ease and increasingly cease 

To endure wars door

Assuring we are curing with reoccurring rapport 

To open more

A way to portray, not  to betray, but be great in fulfilling

The day in a way we live today

And forgive not with hate and killing

The Brain

They say we have two sides of our brain
The right and the left
The right is easy to remember
It writes, and the left corrects
You might say, the left is a critic
As the right, writes and composes
Exposing the rose like poetry knows
And the left side never discloses
But rejects, with the decision
To parent with guiding or riding
And the right has no inhibition
While the left resides in fighting
The left leaves doubt with fear about
The right writes with delight
The left neglects to interject the  
The right to trust in the light
The left protects against nakedness
Correcting what is hidden
Despite the rights to enlighten
The night as dark is forbidden
Discriminating art
Incriminating the heart
The left affects our sight
While the left sees nothing
The right bleeds something
Like the stars need the night
The left has breath teaching of death
As the right has life to lead
To stir the words in what is heard
And exercises to succeed
The left side of the brain laughs 
In vain as the right explains the craft
The left side hides while the right confides
The last laugh in the draft
Left will edit not giving credit
To the rights right to recall
The plight of the right in the night
As the left is left to fall
The left is deaf to the sound 
Of liking what we write 
As we fight for the right to write
What we like the left rejects the light

Pain Explains

Take me to a place where the rivers run
And the ocean speaks of devotion
To deliver the sun
From east to west
Setting on the horizon
To please me without regrets
As I rely on the sea to move me
And free the currents and swells
Casting assurances and shells
Onto the beaches as well
As the shore
Before the waves
Take them back of course
As the sand pipers
Run with the patterns
Of the waves
Making sure the sun
Learns to behave
Just as stars appear into
The night
Wondering how far
Or near the sight
As the moon casts a tide to swoon your surprise
Kissing you as you rise
With moments of devotion as love is compassion
To love the ones who share the action
As the pain explains the hardships endured
Releasing comfort with a cure which is pure
Explaining the enjoyment of the moment
Receding in the bleeding and need for more
Ointment of relief as we need to turn over
a new leaf with a steady readiness changing
the tide relishing the refreshing breath we ride

Seeking The News

Why do I seek the news?
To find out about the war on terror?
To find out about the latest weather?
To hear about the shooting on campus?
To see what the stock market hands us?
Why do I seek the news?
To see the latest car chase?
To find out what's the latest craze?
To know how many are killed?
To show me plenty of thrills?
Why do I seek the news?
To find out about the score?
To say I'm well informed?
To catch the lottery numbers?
To make me feel numb or dumber?
Why do I seek the news?