the nations out, working hard
and getting no reward
weekly shoppings on the list
of things we can’t afford
young mums having to choose
to feed their babies or themselves
opening their cupboards
to see nothing on the shelves
each child gets one piece of toast
while parents do without
because in dark times
love is sacrifice
and with that love there is no doubt
families going cold
with no money for central heating
because if they were warm
then for a week they wouldnt be eating
people asleep on concrete floors
with just a backpack to their name
nowhere to stay
nowhere to go
no idea who to blame
people are losing their homes
while others are swimming in money
it may sound like a joke
but i assure you
it’s not funny
it’s easy to say you sympathise
when it’s not effecting you
your not a child
going to school
with holes in each shoe
people shouldn’t be worrying
about how to feed their kids
they just want to give them a good life
but society forbids
there’s nothing you can do
when your just one amongst the crowd
but as long as your trying your best
then for that, you should be proud.
It has been quite long that we’ve been intimate,
in rain and in shine we’ve fostered our entwined fate.
In the dune of my mind mirages disappear in the desert,
make your shifting shadow overtly overcast my heart.
The dream clouds of parched passion don’t come low,
my horizon waits weary for the southern wind to blow,
bring your wispy winsome charisma with the sunset glow,
in its spectral surge my chromatic craving yearns to flow.
Time comes when disparity develops from consuming closeness,
dancing to your music in the misleading maze makes no sense.
Our detangled roads diverge, I see at the end of the day,
out of conundrum I choose the one taking me from you far away.
Our differences are like the pieces of a puzzle called life,
I drift with no rancor out of the realm of the extant enigma rife.
I won’t detest you if in my dull days you don’t ever shine,
I would walk my life’s pathway the way I want, for it’s mine.
Why do we engage in rancour and strife?
Our differences are the pieces of a puzzle called life,
Each piece brought from its end,
Some pieces brought out of the night,
Some pieces were found in the light.
Some pieces have journeyed through the woods,
Some pieces have traversed varying meadows,
Tunnelling through the shadows,
Coming together to make a complete whole
in their disparate dispositions and varying moods.
Each piece in its shade and hue,
Come together by a principle that’s timeless & true,
Harmonizing into an entity,
Amidst its symphony of disparity,
Rhythm in existence scale.
January 12, 2024.
dawn sky for painters
bright blue skies and bleak gray woods
distant conspire scheme
glistening sunshine
illuminates the wide space
crimson rubber pipe
winter leaf debris
respiring in forming lake
Wheels flood the walkers
T'is prime time slime
T'reason is not thine.
This feeling, It’s like water.
But, not the still and peaceful kind.
Though, in moments it appears so,
It’s like the waves crashing between the sharp rocks.
The kind of deep ocean that swallows you whole.
The unforgiving tides and unkind of waters that drown souls.
The dark slumber of the unknown.
the uncertainty of rising shallows that steals;
That steals your heart with hearth and coal.
The overwhelmingly chilling deep and—
Unlike the soft fragile snow,
It’s piercing like the marrow in your bones
This feeling, is one that I don’t know
A storm in the meadows and a wrath like no other.
The floods that bring disparity
And dreams left bare to none yet seemingly so peaceful
‘Tis not just something felt, but understood.
Comparing Clarity with Disparity and Gravity
With some things we must compare clarity,
As it always does and determine disparity;;
Similarity lacking;
Could be cracking,
Assimilated with variable that is gravity.
Parity has to do with a woman's neonatal
condition and the ability of a variable to
agree with others and be correlated.
Jim Horn
This has a high probability that it has
been completely over your head.
Respective nation's living environs is respective society
Legally leading life one dose and enjoys is capacity
Almost all contribute to the society as per their capability
Society should be a neutral gallery to show respective quality
Which will come out just from respective artistic audacity
It should be freely for all to run respective activity
But going through this society there seen much reality
One has to face many steps of unprepared disparity,
Some say they are very poor and the others are much rich
They are black, ugly and the others are white, fair
They are mean, beasts and the others are high, angels
They are wretched and the others are ever fortunate
They are unlucky, cursed and the others are ever blessed,
They exemplify the narrow earth and the vast, unlimited sky,
I see all living in the sky which is vast enough to hold all
The earth itself is also in this sky orbiting the own way;
I see all are with same in luck getting birth in the earth
But absurd society does the different among namely humans.
Disparity an unseen bondage where emotions, thoughts, hopes,dreams, and desires get arrested.
They get caught up entangled and trapped.
The invisible restraint shows up at a moments notice.
Holding hostage fruits of the spirit leaving you emotionally zapped.
Sitting in despair with eyes closed;
your head hung low being supported by your hand.
Elbow on your knee you begin tapping your feet.
Feeling instantly sick unable to stand.
Rushing thoughts come in like a flood.
Flooding in, flooding out, rushing in, rushing out, flooding in, flooding out.
Desperately you wonder what of these hopeless, and lowly feelings.
That are now invading your life, causing each day to be so full of strife.
You look up towards heaven and cry, " Please Father God Help Me",
My spirit is so cast down and I feel as if I'm going to die.
You cry "Sweet Savior please show mercy.
You cry "Save me Lord from this dark hostile scary place".
Please Father rescue me.
I am here held captive spiritually bound.
Heavenly Father come get me.
Please I am praying to be found.
Please Heavenly Father save me from this dark and cold place..
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