In a universe of lights flickering on the edge of consciousness,
The desire to possess becomes a hypnotic melody, cold and painful,
Binding our souls to the shape of objects, captives under a mechanized sky,
Where the thirst to consume flows through veins, a "biological" need that consumes us.
The market, a labyrinth of exploitation, weaves the unseen class structure,
Advanced capitalism hides its fangs under a technological veil,
Transforming class interests into glittering commodities, their enchanting shine,
And it is not the machines that suppress dreams, but the unseen masters who decide their numbers.
It is necessary to remind that science and technology are couriers of liberation,
Only their use in a repressive society makes them tools of domination,
In a world where the sky is covered with endless desires, we find ourselves captive,
Seeking answers in the darkness, melancholic dreamers on the sea of illusion.
Categories:
couriers, fantasy,
Form: Free verse
We finally made it to Phoenix Johnny's singing in the shower
We've been waiting for hours
to take care of business.
Spitting out miles of chewed up road
Contraband couriers of another load
now our contact
doesn't answer the phone
Another night in a cheap Motel
Here I am again lying to myself
promised to quit this business
But I had my fingers crossed
No rain since Culiacan
And my mom
is probably wonderin'
Where her son's off thunderin' to now
This work costs more than it pays
pissed away every dollar I made
And wore a hole
in the pocket of my future.
Johnny's dressed just as the telephone rings
The voice on the line says
Gila Casino Queens Creek
One more last time we've beat the Devil
It's because we cheat
JSB
Categories:
couriers, corruption, courage, creation,
Form: Rhyme
Tumultuous tale told and taught throughout time
Chiding cheers and chants and church bells chime
Parishioners of pastors who've past their prime
Claims of cunning conquers and cryptic crime
Daunt deeds to deviants dying for a nickel and dime
Grieve for the gains gone-by who grovel in grime
Sent forth by a sovereign who sought sublime
Messengers now muted no more than mime
Rue the revered who suit to rewrite the rhyme
Cast off couriers contrary to who create the crime
Categories:
couriers, corruption, humanity,
Form: Monorhyme
Behave yourself! Or what?
What if I don't, you sot?
What if I did misbehave?
Give the couriers more than a wave?
Ain't misbehaving, ha ha ha.
Imagine me and a Grandpapa!
Categories:
couriers, feelings, fun, giggle, grandfather,
Form: Free verse
A ruined childhood
Children living on the street
Human trafficking
A victim of violence
___ Couriers in the drug game
14/09/2019
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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Tanka : 5-7-5-7-7
Categories:
couriers, children, sad,
Form: Tanka
We have to cross divisive barriers
When we wade through storms in togetherness;
Water rising like silent couriers
Brings our disposition from this madness.
Beyond much witless pride and prejudice
We take shelter under one roof as one;
Our color, our creed, our culture in bliss
As we nurture new dreams to carry on.
When our faith is strong and strength is renewed,
No bolder blasting from sweltering rain
Will shake, rattle or roll to make us screwed;
We shall heal and overcome growing pain.
There is always light under the tunnel;
Just keep your eyes open through the funnel.
Categories:
couriers, adventure, appreciation, confidence, dedication,
Form: Iambic Pentameter
All bike couriers
have got to be crazy,
for the fancy of a buck
facing storm and traffic frenzy.
All bike couriers
are totally bizarre
when normal is a pod
with not even real walls;
sporting photos to remind you
of who you really are.
Yes all bike couriers
are insane
if sanity is staring down
the face of a machine.
Tired at end of day,
tell me,
where all have you been?
Categories:
couriers, crazy,
Form: Free verse
Relent
Miserly malice
Spirited clenching
Your demise singing
Those rows of gravestones
Cannot plead to slick invention
Government couriers
When will your stipulations die?
I say the radiation is hovering
It cares not of your fences
and statues
Leave the heroics
To the armchair pundits
We are breathing your filth
Creatures of doom
Tell me i missed a step
Maybe the spelling wasn't right
Will you drop your symbols?
I dreamed of money
And woke up in another body
Help me
Out of this mirror wax
I know your time budgets are fiction
We're all fossils and embryos
Categories:
couriers, recovery from...
Form: Free verse
This morning I hiked a wooded trail
And while quietly strolling along,
I was pleased to hear a lonely quail
A singing his mournful song.
And then again this afternoon
While drawing water from the well
A loon began it's soothing croon
That echoed 'cross the dell.
And in the evening as I dined
While resting in the swing
A mockingbird was very kind
To perch close by and sing.
Then later, as I knelt to pray
In telling God, "I love You"
That, I wished to hear Him say
Just once, He loved me too.
Then Father spoke! "Don't you know?
My son of course I love you too!
I sent couriers today to tell you so
Did my three messengers not find you?"
Timothy I. Brumley
Categories:
couriers, animals, faith, inspirational, naturelove,
Form: Narrative