Best Supply And Demand Poems
My need for love
is never sated
it's not dated
but continuously present
ever feeling
always reeling
from its demands
it gets out of hand
you can't possibly understand
My need for love...
My need for love
is longevity's flame...
I feel no shame
it's always the same
it sears
and never fears
but scorches and torches
any barrier
livid carrier
it roars
temperature tempter
it soars
flaring and daring
not even caring
that I burn
that I yearn
for more of its heat
to be complete
it blazes
endless kindling
stoking the fire
delirium and desire
together conspire
to take me up higher
till I combust
consumption on repeat
all in my trajectory
consumed history...
what a tragedy
for me
is this...insatiable entity
my need for love...
My need for love
is never quenched
temerity of thirst
always at its worst
It withers me
can't escape...can't be free
its depth demonstrated
its force contemplated
this love well never fills
though fed till it spills
offering liquid thrills
it kills...for in no time, you see
it feels empty to me
can it be?
my need for love...
My need for love
is insatiable
I weep, I weep
for no one can keep
a steady supply
and I wonder why
I sigh
I die
there's not one reply to
My need for love
My need for love...
well now that you know
cause I've put it on show
My love, are you able
to keep it all stable
supply and demand
with your lips, with your hand
be the fullfiller
liberate from this killer
satiation subscriber
desire docilizer
need nullifier of...
My need for love
Yes, my need for love
from sated to abated
fully consecrated will be
when you make love to me
Eileen Manassian
To daughters,
we failed to love
Who entered into love
feeling like
someone else's No one.
Sorry we passed
our daddy issues
onto you.
Feeling abused,
we overcorrected
by neglecting you.
You misinterpreted
the way we filled
life's supply and demand
and added to your
feelings of being
unwanted.
Sorry our truth
was confusing
We didn't know how
important tea parties were
or keeping silly little secrets
or placing butterflies
on your noses
or skipping instead of running
and pleated dresses
with ballerina shoes
and hair tied with purple ribbons.
Didn't know there was
more information beyond
chapter one of the
How to be a Daddy Manual.
Sorry for not reading
between the lines.
Sorry for not escaping
the meeting sooner
Sorry for not slowing every minute
and making sure there
was more of you in it.
Please forgive us.
You are our special someone.
If I've never said it before
It's because
I was always thinking it
If you’ll trade me for the one that I want I’ll give this one to you,
Then we can both finally end our hunt and find better things to do.
But if you decide to keep that one and leave me in the lurch,
Then our days of dealing are done and I’ll continue with my search.
Because I know that if I wait long enough I can find another one
And it really shouldn’t be all that tough and a new deal can be done.
It’s all up to you about how to proceed, the ball is in your court,
It all comes down to a matter of need, this deal is your last resort.
So you can take my final offer or put it down and walk away,
I don’t really need to add to my coffer I don’t need this deal today.
Oh you’re not going to take my final deal but it’s the best that I can do,
Well I can certainly see how you feel let me get my manager to talk to you.
My manager can make a deal that’s great and then I’ll be back to close,
In his hands lies my ultimate fate so I’ll just be patient I suppose.
Garage sales used to be a simple event but now they’re cut throat as can be,
A few extra dollars can be heaven sent especially in this economy.
They call you corporate?
Well then so am I
You’re that same guy I saw pass by
And cut your eyes in my direction
Like I was some kind of menace
But we’re both lawless
I run my world from where you wouldn’t dare
You run yours from that big corner office
Same hustle
Different size slice cut from the same seedy pie
The only real difference?
You run your sins from a hundred floors high
But you hustle just like me
Mr. White Collar critic
I may openly live it
But just like me
You push your product towards the weak and impulsive
So like it or not you’ve been right in it
Just like me
Supply and demand
Different trade, same plan
We target the same clientele
That same vulnerable man
Cause’ once that money changes hands
We both have no shame
All green money spends the same
You got your stocks, insider trade
I got my rocks
We’re both self made
You got your inside sources turned state’s witness
I employ the young and ambitious
Sometimes they slip up
And they too become snitches
So the flavor in your greed taste just like mine
Two people who at the end of the day
Pull up their britches in the same way
One crooked leg at a time
So you see
You hustle just like me
You got your “just in case” insurance
Stashed off shore, to be dispensed upon request
You launder
I make threats
Eventually,
What both of us want both of us gets
You keep a tight circle
I keep one too
But mine’s called a crew
In any case it keeps us less nervous
But they serve the same damn purpose
They help us sleep while our money stays in service
What I sell makes people believe they can fly
So yes,
My trade is predicated on a lie
But I guess
Your trade is just as cleverly disguised
It’s just that your lies are forgiven by less judgmental eyes
But both our business models have destroyed innocent lives
So in essence
When you stare at me
It’s like a mirrored view into your own scandal clad eyes
You know why?
Cause’ you hustle
Just like me
Copyright © 2014 by Daryl R. Gaines. All rights reserved
No more invisible speechless, deaf and blind child
With neglected pleasures being addicted to denial
Floating through time, gravitating towards a warm arm
With an appetite for the emptiness that promises no harm
No more uncontrollable eruptions of emotional depression
A primal S.O.S. from the barren prison of selfless expression
that only the guilty with the innocent
Souls-know buried in social scar tissue of defective ego
No more relentless sifting through bodies seeking self
Settling through competitive combat for what's left on the shelf.
A mad melee of supply and demand driven by gullible pride that
leads to sedating the you that suffocates inside
No more - forever no more - because I've unshut my eyes
And the differences between God's word and Man's Wills was realized
Seeing opposing parallel lives some liquid, other frozen. Let me to never
seek from man what God has chosen.
Then the negative whispering subsided and the panicking ceased
the undercurrent suppression of pent-up terror was released as the
mystery of the unknown manifested pristine clear A positive message
of truth entered my ear
Now, across my face is a brand new smile
With a newly revealed meaning of a "Destine Child"
A message of hope is being released from my Heart
And I am overwhelmed with dedication to do my part
All I ever wanted was to be as I once was - Unbounded
Somehow it got all twisted and before long sounded
As though life was continuous connive-thrive-drive
Choking out the simple joy of just being alive
Now I am filled with love and I sing a love song
A song for yesterday, today, tomorrow, and beyond
My new prayer is - Thank You God for setting Me Free
And Thank You God - For Giving Me back Me
The chorus, a cacophony,
as gulls exploded
from the mudflats, on the estuary,
sleet, brain-numbing,
pelted a grey curtain;
with hands thrust deep, pocket jammed,
I felt like Richard Burton,
selling his soul to Hollywood,
not quite the same, though,
when all I sell is death
in Deadwood.
Here come my gulls, scavengers,
teenage patrons ever eager
as bad news messengers,
heads, sloth riddled beneath
baseball caps reversed,
their words, a streetwise patois
fluffed and stammered
badly rehearsed
but I always sense the gist.
There’s no excuse for me,
sedating kids,
passing bags of snow,
blank eyes fixed on the sea;
for all my delusions
cliché’s of market forces
customers, supply and demand
their snorting horses
once were wooden and rocked
not so long ago.
Within me deep
I know what I am,
no, I have no grand illusions,
I know I’m not the man,
not the myth from songs by
The Stones or the Underground,
just a bigger gull feeding
on the little gulls.
I’m no pharmaceutical saviour
in this seaside slum;
the man? I’m not a man
I’m just
scum.
Love without limits
Love without limits
Limit without love(without love)
Its not complicated
The more you think of(of)
Its a togetherness
Everyone wouldnt understand
Its a like job market
The supply and demand(demand)
So what is it that people want to know
Are we Taking it to fast or moving to slow(to slow)
I know one thing were working hard to mend it
Cause i want to love with no limits
Cant go to the stars (the stars)
Cant go the moon (the moon)
To put a limit on love
Id be so doomed (doomed)
Love without a limit
Put my all in it(in it)
Somehow we can finish it
Cant push it
Unless we push to the extreme
No limitations if u know what i mean
Tried to reach the sky
Somehow i felt i could fly(fly)
I dont know for how long
Cause in my life ive been done wrong (so wrong)
But i gotta remain strong
Regardless of what ive been through
You see there's more to me
Than people ever knew
Even those who dislike me in my heart i love you too (love you too)
See there's no limit
That i wouldn't go
To show my people love for sho
Hold up give me a second or maybe a minute
I just want to love with no limits
Cant go to the stars (the stars)
Cant go the moon (the moon)
To put a limit on love
Id be so doomed (doomed)
Love without a limit
Put my all in it(in it)
Somehow we can finish it
Cant push it
Unless we push to the extreme
No limitations if u know what i mean
(Hook)
Love without limits
Limit without love
I want to be
More than thought of(thought of)
Listen up
Im speaking (speaking)
So please stop
Critiquing(crituquing)
Here i am
More than an image
I am a love without limits
Cant go to the stars (the stars)
Cant go the moon (the moon)
To put a limit on love
Id be so doomed (doomed)
Love without a limit
Put my all in it(in it)
Somehow we can finish it
Cant push it
Unless we push to the extreme
No limitations if u know what i mean
Repeat until chorus fades
Written by: Concetta Hardnett
5/4/2015
Young and Old: It is time to
wake up; Young America, there comes a moment in life were it is coherent
that the close eye's of supply and demand will offer a challenge that shall seperate the boy's
from the Man's. And to add to this remark, Women, whether you are white, black, red or what
ever choice that place's you in the catagory of demand. Your emotional fortitude alway will be
an issue, the supplie's of your womanhood, is that the challenge's of tomorrow supercedes
any challenge's of yester-year's because the cause's of determination are often misunder-
stood when both sexes's think they are above their nature and their attitude is to be conc-
ieve as "good". But, "It's not about You". Old, middleage or new, a generation of viper's it is
not about you, not about the clothe's you wear or the self proclaim existence of your supply
and demand. He spoke everything into its proper order of importence, now the evil beast
[satin] and the self centered thought's of people's, have the forces of impurity been given to
a society that's compel to do what they want too do. "Is that You".
Satin: has taken over the Churche's: God created life: Mankind in its procurement to out-do
the essence of God himself, have accepted an abonminable disrespect unto himself and who
are the one's that suffer: Our Churche's, as an uppity blandent society of worshipper's, that
knows no God, has allow itself that the place of worship has become a dend of permissive be-
haviour. "It's not about You". It's about God (Jehovah) the name of Emanuel speake's that he
is the Lord of everything. And the attitude of the peoples can not change one thing. With eye's
wide open and the spirit of love is resussited in generation upon generation recieving the
blessing of the Son; Young and Old, Shout-Out the cidditiness from your lungs. Accept and
believe. "He is the One".
Let the Bible speak's: Forasmuch as ye know that ye were not redeem with corruptible
1 Peter 1 18-19 thing's, as silver and gold, from your vain conversation recieved
by tradition from your fathers: But with the precious blood of
Christ, as of a lamb without blemish and spot:
We throw away everything
We produce too much
We damage the earth
We do ourselves a great harm
A wasteful society we are
We use up and pollute
Sparing no thought for tomorrow
Earth is a bountiful place
It can meet our needs
If we treat it well
The use but don't reuse mentality
Does everyone no good
The mountains of waste we produce
Are vast enough to have their own post code
An unsightly spectacle
That scars the planets face
We forget that every supply chain
Has its limit
Our insatiable appetite for the new
The latest gadget
Or a coveted hyped up upgrade
Far out paces our planets resources
Or our ability to make efficient use
Of these sort after short term objects
Economics rules the day
Ecology takes a back seat
As we wantonly take from
An overworked mother nature
The law of Supply and Demand
States that one day
With galloping use
The well will run dry
A day that draws ever close
Technologically advanced as we are
We use resources most inefficiently
New is better than recycled
Destruction is cheaper than conservation
Policies abound to offer some reprieve
They are watered down
And thus offer limited scope for viable change
Our next generation will be bequeathed
A planet on its knees
Today's actions have lasting sometime
Irreversible reactions
We may find ourselves truly humbled
When the communal larder is bare
A Malthusian implosion
But will we even care?
Use up all
That is our mantra
Controlling of nature is man’s silly goal
A Canute he wishes to be
Efficient use of resources is a must
Modern society does think
This is best for primitive man
Whose wants trail behind his needs
Consumption and Wastefulness
Are the useless badges
Of our advanced society
Man’s needs are many
But must be tamed
No need to be a tree hugger to comprehend
The dire straits we are in
Is our end nigh?
Wiped out by flood once we
Will one day go up in flames
Global warming it seems is not
Just a scholarly debate
When will we heed the warning?
When will we use less?
When will we recycle more?
No one knows
The earth is resilient
I am sure it will definitely bounce back
We all must do our bit
If we wish to continue
To inhabit this place
Amidst the world of commerce and trade
Lies the foundation of our daily brigade
Economy, the heart of our monetary system
A complex structure that we can't help but listen
It's a web of transactions and values
Where supply and demand leads to venues
Where products are sold and services are bought
And every penny counts, or else it's for naught
The stock markets rise and fall like tides
And investors fear a recession that hides
Inflation and deflation are two sides of the coin
That can make or break a nation's join
The GDP is a measure of growth
But at times, it only reflects a mirage both
Unemployment rates can hit the roof
And bring the entire economy down with a woof
As we delve deeper into this world of money
We realize it's a system that's not funny
For it affects every aspect of our lives
From the way we eat to the roof over our heads and our drives
So let us learn to navigate this economic sea
And try to build a world that's free
From the shackles of poverty and strife
And where prosperity is a part of life.
The largest asset we own
The biggest headache we cannot disown
The greatest noose around our necks
The one that will cause economic wreck
The price of aspiration went up today
The box with a roof keeps
Delighting or frustrating
Depending on who is prating or dreaming
Tick
Tock
Tick
Tock
A housing bubble might erupt today
This time government cash
May not save the day
Home ownership is sacred
The keys to a front door offer nirvana
The fact that it is unaffordable is such a bore
It is not just a house that is at stake
It is society and the economy
That are going through an earthquake
God help us when the bankers make mistakes
Only then we know it is all a big fake
Supply and demand
Why have they all forgotten about them?
The tenets of sensibility are side-lined
And is a grave and costly crime
Up the price is expected to daily go
Will it ever go down?
They all authoritatively say no
A silly assessment
That will cause great woe
The arena is bloodied
By experts who sell short-sighted misery
No one understands what is going on
Nor do they have a magic wand
A bee stinging a crow in the forest will cause
The winds to blow
And a stampede of horses to trample the unaffordable box
That a speculator has bought
With money lent with no thought
Of how a it will be repaid
It’s all hype and money down the drain
In times of uncertainty
Bricks and mortar
Are thought best
A claim a long term view may contest
Let us please put idealistic models to rest
A dismal sin is an unrealistic assessment
Of the economic might of your purse
If you can’t afford to buy it
Then it might be best not to rush into owning it
Intelligence, it seems, is very expensive.
It makes you work to gain advantage.
It makes you pay to find success.
It’s the law of supply and demand.
To learn, one must also be willing to lose.
The scarcity of human resources,
Even in a world of eight billion souls,
Requires that smart be given a price.
Whatever is gained in acquired intellect
Must be paid for in common currency.
It must be exchanged in honest trade
For worthless things like obsolete thought,
Small-minded prejudice, childish superstition,
And limiting, hidebound tradition.
One can never get something for nothing.
Everything needs to be earned.
Everything comes at a cost.
Everything. Everything, except dumb.
Dumb is free. Dumb is free and abundant.
Dumb is free and attractive.
Dumb is free and easy.
Free dumb. Free dumb all day long.
Free dumb through the night.
The supply of dumb never runs out.
Get your free dumb here, folks.
There’s plenty free dumb to go around.
Free dumb yourselves into
Thoughtless, trivial oblivion
While watching The Price is Right.
Ignorance is always in fashion
In the land of free dumb.
And though it costs us nothing,
We’ll ultimately pay with everything.
That’s just how the market works.
Special discount in aisle five.
Let free dumb ring!
He spoke with his ego-systemic body
through his own eco-logical maturation.
She flowed bilateral time
with her ego-eco centering mind
incarnating Earth's humane regenerate economy.
Together they commune nature-spirit hybrids,
bicamerally creolic
co-redeeming care-giving spirits,
completing each holonic tridium of becoming
one within spacetime's ecological promise,
three-placed co-present economy
of trilateral political grace,
playing enculturing WinWin games
ego-eco creations of just right mentoring integrity
strategizing cooperative economic-logical health,
this Holy Trinity's supply and demand
for resonant triaged wealth.
He asked of this grey spirit,
Are we white or black,
male or female?
She responds in gray embodied script
Yes, both white and black,
patriarchs born of bodhisattva matriarchs,
yet not mature all white
and yet not mature all black,
and in-between our ecologic-economic natures meet
enspiriting cooperations
of integrity
with all trinitarian stories past enfolded
and all those yet wu wei unfolding
within Earth's potential bounty.
Each languaged life,
both embodied left and mindful right relational
internal political landscapes
dawning through Earth's renewal
of and for external climate health of bodymind
organic integration networks,
integrity of love's polyphonic wealth.
And so this marriage
of ego-capital,
wisdom's logical acquisition
and accumulating
and re-investing body,
with eco-normative mind
regenerates nature-spirit nondual wedded stories
co-arising through each reweaving
enspiriting
incarnate Promise Day.
Made Manually By Hand
Socialism has been known to break us all
Causing stock one climbing starting to fall
Competition declining and becoming slower
Inflation rate increase that once was slower.
Economics is related to supply and demand
Automatic Manufacturing or manual by hand
More and more surplus off of assembly line
Already bought and part of yours and mine.
Resources are mined from underground
New shiny grocery store soon will be found
After further thought and contemplation
Another new bank is beside a gas station.
This is way economics always does evolve
Many problems exist that we can still solve
After the utilization of our unlimited talents
Hopefully each year budget will be balanced.
James Serious Mysterious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
11/10/10
How can people think of children
as a commodity that they can buy or sell.
These are the people that should rot in hell.
There are women who get pregnant to make a living
They feel they have nothing in their lives worth giving.
Then here come the marketers-that with
Others their information they’ll share.
They find out from buyers what they want
In a child, and if they want it quick
Or can they wait a while.
If they want any child they can
Supply on on the spot.
Any particulars will take a little longer
And the price becomes harder and the
Search becomes stronger.
These marketeers have an underground
World Wide Web- supply and demand
Stays in their head.
These children are just figures on a tally sheet
The money they make, just can’t be beat.
Some children may find a good home
And possibly a good life- but the majority
Of them become sacrificed.
Put into slavery and prostitution at a very young age
Some are even locked up like animals in a cage.
No love, no schooling and very little to eat
A found dirty candy bar, is a fantastic treat.
Now starts another vicious cycle of this unending chain
Older kids preying upon younger children- just to survive.
This is the truth my friend- this is no lie.
Will any of these children be saved?
I don’t know ! But we’ll take it day by day