Year 2


2018 promises to be an adventure in writing. I met the first challenge to write last year. I hope to continue to be inspired.


Skipping stones on a pond, The smell of the grass of a freshly cut lawn, The ripple of heat on a hot summer’s day, In the park children laugh and play. Perhaps an ice-cold lemonade, As birds swoop and serenade, All the traffic lights turn green, Everyone is polite and never mean. The bills are paid and never late, There‘s room for for pie on my dinner plate, The sunset blooms orange with reddish highlight And gives way to cool, fierce starlight. The breeze is warm, There is no storm. The air is clear. There is no fear. There is no more war, Spirits soar, All needs are met no need for more True love is known in just a glance, The universe spins in perfect balance. © 2018 Gerald Ealy 


I am the Sword of Michael, Archangels heed my call. The wicked will be repenting, When we descend upon them all. No evil shall hide from justice, My flames will seek you out. Your deeds are recorded and numbered, All scores will be settled with a count. I am the Sword of Michael, I will strike down each foe, Sinners cannot stand against me, They fall with every blow. The innocent will be protected, They stand behind my might, The shadows shrink before me, Cast out by Truth and Light. I am the Sword of Michael, For those who will not yield or learn, You face the day of Judgement, Repent or you will burn. © 2018 Gerald Ealy


Whatcha gonna do about that monkey on your back? He’s going to give you a heart attack. You carry it with you all over town. No more time for fooling around. You’ve got a choice to get yourself free. You’ve got to ask yourself what’s it gonna be? Whatcha gonna do about that monkey on your back? It keeps you thinking about the things you lack. It’s getting bigger and weighing you down. It’s time to throw that monkey to the ground. So no more self doubt, it’s not to be fed. Start rethinking the life that you’ve led. Whatcha gonna do about that monkey on your back? Shake it loose, do let it give you no flack. You can do it, you can be free, Just believe in yourself and you will see. No time to waste, make that monkey fly. ‘Cause if you don’t you will surely die. Whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gonna do? Get that monkey to let go of you! Whatcha gonna do? Tell it you’re through! Whatcha gonna do about that monkey on your back? Better do it now, cause they like to stack. No stacks of monkeys ! Their like a disease! Don’t even say please. Tell that monkey to freeze. Grab it by the knees. Fling back to the trees. Toss that monkey! Toss that monkey! Toss that monkey! © 2018 Gerald Ealy
© 2018 Gerald Ealy


Defend the voice of the People, Let Freedom of Speech survive. For when you silence some voices, Liberty starts to die. Take note of the voice of the People, Their words must be heard and take heed, To silence them you do at your peril, You only begin to plant seeds. The voice of the People can be quiet, Sometimes it grows to a roar, But to try a silence the People, You only invoke them some more. The voices will grow as you fight them, Liberty must always ring true, If they try to silence your voices You know what it’s time to do. Defend the voice of the People, Raise your voice, roar as loud as you can, Let those that would try to defeat you, Feel the power and understand. © 2018 Gerald Ealy

  08/31/2018    WEEK 35


I'm tired of the traitors, And haters, Of the race-baiters, And life takers Fuck that shit, ‘Cause I'm tired of it I'm tired of losing what I make, Of news that is fake, That fewer give than take, That don't understand what is at stake, Fuck that shit, ‘Cause I'm tired of it. Fuck shooters, And looters Fuck all the fuckers, Those societal bloodsuckers. Fuck that shit, ‘Cause I'm tired of it. I'm tired of justice that's failing, While do nothings are wailing, Of those who ignore law and order, As they jump the border, Fuck that shit, ‘Cause I'm tired of it. I’m tired of people who scream in outrage, Rather than speak to engage, People have lost the ability, To communicate with civility. Fuck that shit, ‘Cause I'm tired of it. I’m tired of drugs on the street, And needles at my feet, Of adding to the confusion, By supporting delusion. Fuck that shit, ‘Cause I'm tired of it. Fuck the stacks of tax They lay on our back. Fuck all the fuckers Who can’t seem to relax. Fuck the Left. Fuck the Right. Fuck being in the middle of the fight. Fuck the moon. Fuck the sun. Fuck that shit, ‘Cause I'm done. © 2018 Gerald Ealy