scrubbing a floor
a repetitive chore
dusting a table
I do as I’m able
vacuuming
a boring thing
highly paid worker
housekeeper, no shirker
many of us despise cleaning
cluttered houses are where we’re leaning
washing dishes
rounded swishes
I clean with distaste
do each job in haste
repetition a bore
I have done it before
Distaste for Waste
In health there has been a therapy
Always designed to take care of me
What about world with much waste?
For it am really developing a distaste.
What exactly was it that I had in mind
Many answers may be hard to find
Some of them became a great lifesaver
Knowing how to understand human behavior.
Could either be habit or an inborn trait
Combined together determine our fate
Shows to survive what should be necessary
Are items claimed to have been hereditary.
While watching nature again take its course
Keep God's commandments and rules in force
With mother nature and Him never mess
Should any further I do have to digress?
Jim Horn
there are those who frown upon talk of the political
as if power struggles in their own lives simply did not exist---
they act as if the political only dealt with those vultures in suits
whose talking heads bobble back & forth
to the sound of coins bouncing & echoing in the
coffers,
but everything is political---
all aspects of human life
counteract each other through movements of power
be them small or large---
for the personal political &
the universal political
do not separate---they are not mutually exclusive &
therefore to deny oneself an understanding of these realities in our
present world,
is to deny oneself of the very possibility
to improve your own life as well as those living around you---
better to stay awake,
even if sleep may be restful &
though our final slumber may not be too far off,
to close your eyes just because you don’t like what you see
or cup your hands over your ears,
just because you don’t like what you hear,
only shows that
YOU
have instead developed a taste for denial & ignorance
in
OUR
world.
A thousand years pass
In the blink of an eye
An alchohol drenched sky
Bring a lighter and set it ablaze
Rancid cigarettes
Gruesome hangovers
Things you do and then forget
People you meet that you regret
Just one more, and I'm done
Next thing you know, you wake up alone
With a lonely distaste
I set my pace
Patience for none
But for those that hold on
Climates of fear
People with tears
Waiting to be told how to run
Whilst building their castles of sun
I see myself
Like a plan on the shelf
I reach over the scrolls
Each one accounting my holes
The pictures of loss
The thresholds I cross
Contradicting my face
The lonely distaste
I am what you see
Just what you would be
But you’ll never see me
And for this I am free
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