My words written, by others, not truly understood
But if you had ever lived my life then surely would
Imagination put aside I didn’t imagine all the pain
On a better day all the happiness I’ve ever gained
Witnessed the changes for better, or for the worse
There’re so many things out there I would reverse
Growing up cursed myself as to my innocence lost
Fooling with my curiosity, to all the lines I crossed
Wars do not just come and go they just never stop
And, you all will be made to work until you all drop
Made to feel thankful for the roof above your head
For the food on your plate, the quilt upon your bed
We will give you the medicines, but never the cure
Giving you another illness that you have to endure
It does not do to stand up to corporates like a boss
As thrown in the Kirk yard, they will your body toss
Hey, the day is sunny I’m going to enjoy 'coz I can
“Cause if you knew what I knew, you’d understand
Life is for the living grab it while you can is my plan
Learning to duck and dive, playing the straight man
Because I can . . .
The lost treasure chest,
All of sudden appeared,
Floating on condensed oily-
The surface of the water, Contaminated,
Oh No, the purification rituals,
Sanctifying all over scattered-
Spread our hard-earned dignity...
No not at all, the dignity is retained
And that is kept inside that lost chest...
Somewhere I had flipped through
The thoughts of Schrodinger.
Wonder, would that rat still alive
Inside that treasure box
Destined to survive with destructive-
Nuclear substance...This is clueless...
We just speculate, or
Live with the Hyphenated-outcomes..
Self consolation is nothing
But that Unusual Smile...
We have mastered it already.
That unusual smile,
Contagious in nature,
makes us feel sad,
Hopeless and disinterested.
That unusual smile,
fetching the high TRP for
News Entertainment Media,
Corporates and Big business houses,
The losses and profits
are being calculated only for
That unusual smile...
No one can escape
from that unusual smile...
We exist for that unusual smile..
Say cheez, And Smile!!!.
t-rump
a spoiled childish
mental dino-sore
fostered by the corporates
competitive news channels
divide and conquer
it's 'us against them'
(whomever them are)
consumerism run rampant
what's the point
america is not the best
never was
wake up america
put people first
corporates second
education wise
and health wise etc.
is what sanity is
stan sand
Damn it's G,
Yes I'm him: El or him
That's what she said,
But she ain't sad
Switching switches,
And Fused Light bulbs
Twisted turning tables,
In Dead living rooms-
Thou shall know what weird is:
Peeking through tiny wholes
Beams of light emanating in-
Front of my eyes,
Reflecting my soul,
Casper wound me-
about the other side:
Strange people chasing odd dreams
Cause corporates took the G:
Sold it to phantoms,
Now they think that they are G's...
And Truth be told,
Body is matter: the pastor's black robe,
White collar reflect enlightening words
More sun little rain,
Dried up lands, over flooded oceans
Big ships but no shipments,
Lack of trade due massive sales:
Greedy wolves with no packs
Suffering from old age,
No alpha's and omegas
Just writers writing bootlegs,
Hoping to put full stops-
So the madness would end,
Recorded as legends
Cause the characters found there lost boot,
It saddens me
To read poems of our poets
Anguish of life
And society knows it
The threat of eviction
Because no jobs can pay
Multi conglomerates
Stand in our way
Their tall buildings
Overlook our homes
Shadowing the poor
Savings they comb
Destitute families
Looking for a way out
Administration
Give them a shout
We voted you in
To change for the good
No wonder so many
Have to turned to the hood
The weight of the world
Is on us all
But the ones at the top
They rarely fall
So Corporate America
And corporates worldwide
You wouldn't be there
Without us, by your side
Written after reading James Peranteau's poem " I'll loose my little Son "
whilst listening to Tommy Shaw's " The Weight of the World "
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/loss.php