Cloud 7

1.Fill me up, I am always lacking.
Consumption, the name of the game.
The hunger devours the horse,
fattens me to the core.
I'm about to burst...
Always empty,
yet full of
loveless
fear.

2. My my what a big piece of the pie!
Pension raiders anonymous.
We live to carry secrets,
yearning to fill this need.
Profit devotees
live a life of
penniless
loveless
fear.

3. I mean honest to God, what's the point?
We're all gonna die...why bother?
I may as well just sit here
wallowing in despair,
a quiet, lonely,
unproductive
slacker. A
loveless
fear.

4. You want the goods? I'll give you the goods!
Come here baby and say hello.
How easy is it to come
to life, awe inspiring
mother to us all
prostituting
shame, guilt, and
loveless
fear.

5. Mirror mirror on the bathroom wall.
Am I pretty enough to be
a beauty queen? Parade me
around in fancy cars.
I must protect my
reputation
hinged on a
loveless
fear.

6. Grass is greener on the other side.
Why wouldn't it be? These neighbors
are so filthy rich with their
hundred thousand dollar
landscaping jobs and
mansions built on
envious
loveless
fear.

7. In the end there was always hatred,
deeply seated, mindless, blind rage.
Searching for a suitable
target. Lies built on lies.
Ready to explode:
unforgiving,
merciless,
loveless
fear.


By all means, you sinless wretch
Go ahead, live on cloud nine!
But I can't share in your euphoric state of ecstasy...
I just don't feel that way about myself
never have
never will





*dedicated to Kevin Spacey and his love of all things sinful.

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Donna Golden

Date: 10/11/2009 7:24:00 PM

Great work on this one, Yoni. I appreciate your perspective on this, and agree with the idea that some only pretend to relate to all walks of life. Many only see things that revolve in their own little world. Many are filled with greed, lack compassion, and are absent a world view. Undivided is a proclamation of patriotism and an encouragement to stand together in the face of evil. I'd never say America alone has God's blessing and protection, for that is quite far from my belief. Hugs, Donna

Doris Culverhouse

Date: 10/4/2009 10:34:00 AM

hot one

P Sheart

Date: 10/2/2009 7:02:00 AM

Hi Yoni Very deep, thought provoking. Hope who ever was the inspiration for this write gets their head out of the clouds. Truly enjoyed my friend. Excellent writing. Thanks for sharing and for your most welcome comments. Take care Have a inspiritng weekend! Love Light Truth Patricia

Sara Kendrick

Date: 9/29/2009 7:35:00 AM

Topics of the way many feel. I am glad that you are not one of them. Keep writing. Sara

Carolyn Devonshire

Date: 9/29/2009 6:17:00 AM

Sad statements made here, Yoni, yet skillfully penned. Even those who seem to have it all are sometimes living with "loveless fear." But I have seen love and compassion in YOUR heart, Yoni. Hopefully, you are just exposing the problems in society that make the downtrodden feel worse about themselves. I am still out of town with family, but stopped by to see what I've been missing. Glad I caught this one. Excellent use of form and creativity! Love you! Carolyn

Debbie Guzzi

Date: 9/28/2009 2:04:00 PM

Oh boy oh boy a NO NO Nonet!! "Hmmmmm" well I do like all of them..they are linked 6. made me laugh....the end makes me sad....I think you need a trip to Kathmandu, Nepal. BIG BIG HUGS!! (ps do not love your fear so much just because you know it...perhaps you see joy/happiness as the devil you don't know?)

Carrie Richards

Date: 9/28/2009 7:27:00 AM

The hopeless despair and intensity just pours from each stanza....so well written, Yoni.... it simply struggles with pain that is almost too real to bear. Excellent writing! ~ Carrie

Nadia Shahwan

Date: 9/28/2009 6:29:00 AM

Interesting Nonet. I've just got introduced to this type of poetry. Pls notice here to re-entry the title as Cloud 9 based on your last stanza...Am looking forward to reading more of your poems.