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LEISURELY LEROY by Rolf Hendriks December 22, 2004 Braggardly Brad was too big for his britches with just his bare hands he'll build tunnels and bridges. "I'm Braggardly Brad, I can work really hard, I will do my job right, all the way from the start. You see that big pile, over there on the landfill? I can move it myself, tiny handful by handful. I will use my bare hands, and I'll grab a dirt glob, and I'll move it on over, because that is my job. I'll work and I'll toil over globs one by one and I'll keep moving soil until my job is done. I am Braggardly Brad and I don't need to rest, when it comes to my job I am simply the best." Haggardly Hank couldn't help overhear, the earth shook about as his footsteps drew near. "I'm Haggardly Hank, I can work even harder. With just my bare hands I've built airports and harbors. See that big pile that you're talking about? I can move it on over with only my mouth. I will take a big bite with my dirt-biting teeth, and I'll move it on over, as far as you please. I'll work and I'll toil over bites one by one and I'll keep moving soil until my job is done. I'll work through the day, and I'll work through the night I won't need to rest, I will do my job right. I won't need to eat, and I won't need to sleep, I am Haggardly Hank and I just can't be beat." Leisurely Leroy has entered the scene clunking around in his pile-moving machine. "With this here machine I can grab that big lump, and move it on over in one big loud thump. Then I'll pat it on down, make it rounder and flatter, with the help of this handy old big dirt pile patter. But what will I do with the rest of the day? I will frolic around in the sun and I'll play. I am Leisurely Leroy, and I get my job done, and even have free time left over for fun. See, there’s no need to toil if you'll just plan things out, so I really can't see what you're bragging about."
by Rolf Hendriks December 22, 2004 Fire is frightening, no it's
quite horrifying, it flashes like lightning as
it sets its flames flying. It scorches and burns as it
sizzles and churns, its dark smoke is bitter when
it catches my eye, "Fire is dangerous, I
must stop it!", I cry. I beg and I plead and I yell
and I shout: "oh, fiendish fire, why
won't you go out?" "I'm loud and I'm
proud", the fire shouts out, "And I won't be
controlled, for I'm fiery and frivolous
and boisterous and bold!" Fire is stubborn, I just
can't control it, when I tell it to move it
responds cold and stolid. I go and I poke it with a big
prickly stick but the stick goes right
through it, it just snaps like a twig and the flames just keep
flowing 'till they're bigger than big saying "ha, you can't
hurt me with your big prickly stick! I will burn where I want,
sticks and stones make me stronger, if you try to fight me, I
will burn even longer. I am bold and I'm proud, and
I spew fiery flashes, I will eat what I want then
I'll turn it to ashes." Fire is tough, and it's
strong and it's mean, You can't even hurt it with a
hurting machine. "Why must you fight
me", the fire inquired, "I just want to dance
until I get tired. I love to be fiery, I live to
be free, I'm sure that you know
someone else who's like me. But there's much more to me,
as I hope you will see, if you'll sit down and
listen, just listen to me: Although I fight wars and I
seam mean and boasty I can also make smores taste
warm, brown and toasty. I can make you feel warm,
from your head to your shoe on those cold cruel nights
you can't seem to get through. I can show you a show, and
send sparks way up high, like blitzes of beauty in the
dull black night sky. I can light you a candle on a
bright starry night send a spark through your
heart to make the moment feel right. I can do many things that no
one can do I can cook you a meal, or a
soup or a stew. I am bold and I'm proud, and
I spew fiery flashes, if you know how to treat me,
there won't be any clashes, so gather your friends and
form a circle before me, you can make mushy
marshmallows, you can tell me a story, but don't try to fight me if
I seem to be scary. Sooner or later I'll get
tired and weary. I'll glimmer and simmer
through the cold of December and I'll leave you my warmth
so that you can remember." REFLECTIONS By Rolf Hendriks June 14, 2006 Look in to the mirror, see reflections of your
form All the parts that make up who you are When you look on through, do you see a blemish,
too Or do you keep them bottled in a jar? Look into the mirror, tell me just what do you
see What is it that to your eyes stands out? What it is you see determines what it is you’ll
be Better to see strength than to see doubt. Look into your room and see the parts that make
you whole Scattered like the colors of your soul All the things you see have been placed there
by your hands To represent the things for which you stand. Look into your room, tell me what you see in
there Do you see neglect or see your care? When you step on through, do you feel vitality, What is the reflection that you see? Reflections, Reflecting parts that make you whole Are staring back into your soul Reflections, Everywhere, near and far, Show exactly who you are Reflections, Get exactly what you see A self fulfilling prophecy Look into your friends and see reflections of
your soul The parts of you that you would like to grow. They can be your equal or know skills you seek
to learn And represent the things for which you yearn. Look into your friends, tell me what are your
friends like, Tell me because I would like to know. Do you see yourself repeated time and time
again Or did you give yourself some room to grow? Look into your foes and see reflections of your
soul Shadows that you hope will not come out. When you see your fears are looking right on
back at you Do you shut them out or stand your ground? Look into your foes, tell me what is it you
feel Is it sympathy or is it just dismay? When you live in fear from the shadows of your
soul Your fears and foes will never go away. Reflections, Reflecting parts that make you whole Are staring back into your soul Reflections, Everywhere, near and far, Show exactly who you are Reflections, Get exactly what you see A self fulfilling prophecy Look into the world and see everything at once Colored by the palette of your mind. When you see yourself reflected back in many
ways What is the impression left behind? Look into the world, tell me what it is you see Is your vision far or is it near? When you look on out through the windows to
your soul Are those windows smudged or are they clear? Reflections, Get exactly what you see A self fulfilling prophecy Reflections, Do you see the prophecy Is it joy or is it strife Reflections, Do you see the prophecy Reflected daily in your life? BUSY by Rolf Hendriks May 9, 2002 Excuse me, can you spare some
time? I'd like to have a fun day. Surely not today, that's
fine, but how about on Sunday? Sunday's bad, or so you say, you've other things to do. Be my guest then, pick a day and I'll make time for you. Excuse me, did I hear you
mumble "sometime in October"? But that's two months from now,
are you not sober? Surely there's some prior day that you may find some time I just want a few good
moments, is that such a crime? You say that you'll be there
for me, could you put that in your
schedule? You said you’d like to see
me, but instead you will make plans to ride your high
horse on a pedestal pursuing wealth, or better
still the hole that you will never
fill. Surely there must be some
time that you could put some space
in. Maybe between hanging out and mental masturbation. Just keep on going your own
way and do what you must do. If you don't have the time
for me, then I have none for you. Time is money you can spend but yours went up in smoke. Time is money in the end and you, my friend, are
broke. CUT
OFF by Rolf Hendriks February 2005 I have heard all the advice you gave Advice
that’s meant for you, not me Me, I like to find things out myself For
I’m a different breed, you see I don’t need your linearity I
like to branch out and explore I no longer search for solidarity For
I am part of you no more There’s
no more need to tread your beaten path I
will try to chart my own way through If
you’ll just let me wander where I want I
just might discover someplace new I don’t need your temporary power My
power comes from deep within I have no use for those masks you wear I’m
fine with just my plain old skin I no longer need that praise of yours I
have enough praise for myself I no longer need your recognition For
I can recognize myself Stripped
from any physicality Stripped
from any needs and any gains There
is only one thing left of me Essence
is the one thing that remains I don’t need to strive for your perfection It’s
like a race that never stops I don’t need to stomp my competition For
me to feel like I’m on top I feel no need to submit to you And
live a life of servitude When it’s better to be straight with you I
think you want an equal, too Your
pressures don’t apply to me How
does that make you feel When
I get away from them The
strength I feel is real I don’t need to block out what I do not
like For
the world to fit into my head Why deny the truth and live a life of fear When
I can expand my mind instead When I sense something I do not like I
sense the problem is in me I then seek the missing piece I lack On
my own path to unity There’s
no need to blame the outside world I’ve
no more need for my hostility When
I free myself from my beliefs My
senses just make perfect sense to me Cut
off from rules and from society So
far from you I’m closer to my soul I’m
freed from any limits you perceive Instead
of feeling cut off I feel whole KNOWLEDGE by Rolf Hendriks January 25, 2002 Knowledge
opens untouched doors to
higher forms of knowledge. Be this
your aim and nothing more then
you'll do well in college. Knowledge
is a wave of light cascading
through your mind creating
possibilities for many
worlds combined. Knowledge
lies beyond the realm of what
you see and feel uncovering
what they see not as
unseen worlds unveil Knowledge
transcends hate and passion liberating,
and as such one with
knowledge, when you ask him, verifies
he does not judge. For if
judgment is a form of truth, then
knowledge is a contradiction. But if
truth is reason free from judgment then
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