Randall K. Rogers

God Protected Me

God protected me
from having kids
God protected me
from getting married
God protected me
from having my
father give me too much
God protected me
by not letting me
me get too remunerative
and exploitative a position
at any age
God protected me
by keeping me poor
God protected me
from having the problem
of too many girlfriends
God protected me
by not allowing me to too
easily succeed with out
much study, practice, luck,
and hard work
God protected me
by not allowing me to
successfully discount my character
and attempt to adopt one
or elements of one, or more,
not my own
God protected me
by not allowing me to
be what I am not
God protected me
by not allowing me to
succeed, in spite of
myself
God protected me
in that no real windfall
ever came my way
God protected me
by allowing me
an alcoholic mother
God protected me
by allowing me to
become crippled
at fifty-two years of age
God protected me
by having a really good-looking,
tall, popular and economically
successful brother
God protected me
by making me short, bald
at a young age, with bad
bones, diabetes, high
blood pressure, high cholesterol,
and sometimes,
less than average sense and sensibility
God protected me
in that I have mostly had steady
“blue collar” “working
class” jobs
God protected me
in that I’ve never really
been able to “talk a woman
into bed”
God protected me
in that I’m mostly meek
and mild and am only
explosive when I feel
I must be
God protected me
in that I’m allergic to heroin
God protected me
in that I most always have
been with the side of the
kindhearted, the outcasts
and the losers
God protected me
in that not many or much
have/has ever really wanted
me, but the law
God protected me
with an extra big dose of
empathy
sympathy
friendliness
honesty
humility
courage
moderate intelligence
sexual drive
drug drive
anxiety
depression
hopelessness
fortitude
perseverance
motivation
knowledge
an okay immune system
an good sensibility
of right and wrong
a more than
average amount
of goodwill
and cheer.
And now, at fifty-four,
I would have it
no other way.

Or has it been Satan that has afflicted me so?

Cry, For The Sake Of All

Time ends
with me,
God begins
and ends,
with me,
eternity
resides
in me.

Happiness
sadness
achievement
and despair
awaken and sleep
with me.

All beyond
below
above
and here
is near
because,
of me.

Now don’t
you think
I might be
a little
more
than a dollar
sign?

A’la Rousseau

Hold it!
Are you saying
an advanced
industrial society
is better than
a hunter-gathering
one?

Or that a metal tool
literate
farming society
is better
than
an illiterate
stone tool one?

That living within
nature is not
as fine or finer
as being separated
and somehow “above”
nature attempting to
control
and master
it?

Then, my friend,
me-thinks you
are sadly mistaken.

Love, Violence, and Joy in Survival

Think about the
fun of being
Native,

immersed in
Nature,

no whiskey
no TV
scant disease
and glorious
beliefs totally
free of the
corruption of
Science,
the cash nexus,
and a profit
motive.

Magical, lusty,
dangerous,
loving,
respectful,
still based on
action and
reaction,
gloriously free
living the
change of
seasons,
death and new life,
and the vagaries
of time
immemorial.

And most important,
being happy.

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