Nothing but the dead and dying back in my little town
Nothing but the dead and dying back in my little town
In my little town
“My Little Town” by Paul Simon
My Town
I walk the streets of my hometown,
the prodigal son returned for a visit.
I wanted to see the old place after
forty years away.
My first stop is the place where
the death spiral began.
The old brick building that housed
Johnson’s lingerie factory long abandoned.
Countless generations had worked there
and jobs were plentiful and easy to get..
But government regulations, outrageous union
demands and cheaper labor overseas
caused its demise.
I walked up Main Street, which was a
bustling market place when I was a child.
Now, all that remained were CBD joints
and tattoo parlors and a coffee shop.
First the pharmacy closed, then
Mason’s Department store, followed
in quick succession by a host of
other long-time establishments
as the locals began the exodus
to a new land of milk and honey.
The few reaming locals looked
like ghosts wandering in a lost world.
I’m ready to move on as there is
nothing left but the dead and dying
back in my little town.
Loyalty is not royalty or power
Being absolutely trustworthy
That others confide in you
Fearless of betrayals or denials
Sharing dreams and secrets
Without hesitating or pondering.
Loyalty binds companions
The bond that bind all together
Both the master and apprentice
The watchword of Nations
Without loyalty no establishments
Loyalty yields cooperation.
Where there's no loyalty
There's always competition
Where there's no competition
The people are civilized
They support each for the top
Loyalty dissolves tyrant
Never seen a dog bites it's owner.
Whereas in the interest of both soventy and nationalism
We recognize both boundaries and the establishments
Which govern. Where north is north east is east ,west is west and south is south. The laws of peace where each government
shall recognize the laws of the other.
Where diplomacy and negation, shall be rule of law.
Monitored and medicated.
Where each government recognizes respectively other governments interest, regarding allies associates and fors.
One in defence of the other for boundaries sake.
One in the interest of the other for the sake of sovergnty.
Recognition of the rights of all governments and there people.
Concern Citizens of Earth
Whereas such truths establishes an environment of diplomacy
where the sovergnty of the people both united and divided interest is expressed in a democratic way.
In full regards to the public interest.
Whereas in the interest of both soventy and nationalism
We recognize both boundaries and the establishments
Which govern. Where north is north east is east ,west is west and south is south. The laws of peace where each government
shall recognize the laws of the other.
Where diplomacy and negation, shall be rule of law.
Monitored and medicated.
Where each government recognizes respectively other governments interest, regarding allies associates and fors.
One in defence of the other for boundaries sake.
One in the interest of the other for the sake of sovergnty.
Recognition of the rights of all governments and there people.
Concern Citizens of Earth
Whereas such truths establishes an environment of diplomacy
where the sovergnty of the people both united and divided interest is expressed in a democratic way.
In full regards to the public interest.
Molly maid in her stand for kids
Rattled the establishments cold line
2020 she said its wrong to mask
Young srudents in creative time
There is no science to prove its worth
Yet much to tell carbondioxide grinds.'
The waste of the lungs drawn back in
To damage health.' Every breath each time.'
And but a ploy, a gesture only.'
Caused division, and made kids lonely
Also lockdowns hit mental health
Drove down learning, it seemed so phony
Instead of causing mass immunity.'
Mad measures worked against all bodily
Continuity, to weaken en'mass was all it
Could ' and to achive better its known we
Should, seek exposure as millenia have proven
Balance elements and vitality against each ill
For sickness will come and they will go, our bodys
Are designed to compute; the very best defence.'
Why (didn't we know.?)
We teach doubt
And worry about the dying belief
While we mock the most devout
Unknowingly feigning our relief
And soon the establishments strong and stout
Shed their every flower and leaf
As thirsty eyes begin to scout
For the ethics of life that were once chief
It's the wisdom of human cultures
To weigh one's words and deeds
For the modern freedom is for weird mixtures
Compromising the purity of ethics and creeds
So don't go around sampling textures
Heats, noises and speeds
Take discipline that holds up lasting structures
And shine the light that the future pleads
K. Muitherero
When God created the Animal Kingdom
he chose to give the human specie the regins
to cherish and protect all life
across space, air, earth and water
through darkness and sun's rays.
He would diverse our species
with preferences, intelligene and color
seeking to paint a landscape of unity
amongst strangers, friends and brothers.
Forests, prairies, farmlands and oceans
would all fall within out domain
yielding aboretums, gardens, zoos and parks
to cherish and protect all just the same.
He would wave his finger
at power, greed and lust
and would couiple people's hands
saying all should embrace and trust.
God organized us
amongst various establishments
allowing us to help one another
in everyway he meant.
Societies would form
upon his heavenly grace
though peace is all he asked for
in front of his glorious face.
When God created the Animal Kingdom
he did so bearing faith
that we would cherish and protect the Earth
for this is our collective space.
The story about doors mostly hidden
to keep elusions not forbidden
Doors that shape shift to ones liking
inherited desire so very inviting
Monument entrance royal fanfare
for the narcissist and all its care
Procrastinated sand castle melt
instant illusion dopamine felt
Door of complacency in odd shape
reality check ups and its take
Misty clouds as entrance of fame
profound words so valuable same
Automatic doors for the manipulator
pride of the patriotic administrator
Time slip passage to excess gadget
wasting no time pageant
Self-chain establishments hooks
sacrificing success stories in books
Echoes from the doors of eternity
little true established certainty
Squeaky little garden gate
humble souls knowing their fate
I stayed on this famous island for a little while,
fortress, prison and avant-garde Bonaparte style.
Rigged charm with antiquities slow train,
governors constitution keeping royal patriots vain.
200 years after the mysterious death of the king,
at his grave, I was wondering, ‘You poor little thing’.
Another sort of great Alexander that loves to conquer,
taken on the establishments in crisis that ponder.
Ideals of restless doomed heroes celebrated,
taken war to higher constitution elevated.
St. Helena the wife of Emperor Constantine,
went on to pilgrimage to find the sacred terrain.
Building the church of the Holy Sepulchre,
the place of Christ crucifixions culture.
Priestess of Avalon and patron saint of discoveries,
island of sacred through Christ self recoveries.
Total sovereignty and its dying destiny,
luring fatal admirations penalty.
No escaping from repeating history.
The list of infractions
caused many to bypass Miss Pat’s residence
Home for Glistening Seniors.
Many moved toward more lively establishments
That allowed fraternizing, drinking and dancing
All the things her home banned.
Miss Pat had dispensed with two rules
hoping to win them back.
Going to bed at seven
and waking up at four a.m.
She liked to serve breakfast at five.
Apparently it was not enough.
She was out of business in a short time.
Oh Mr Corbyn please
When I was young, life was fun,
My job was to take a role,
In helping elderly, in various places,
Some posh establishments, airs and graces,
But then there were those council homes,
Cabbage urea nightmares, folk sat alone,
Few staff behind wall,
Funded governments rise and fall,
A mortuary of those still living,
Whilst my mums private nursing place,
Had her running, finding space,
To help another old smiling face,
As she took profit to the ballet,
Or coach trips to Hayling seafront,
Folk there still died, it cannot be denied,
But they did so smiling, still with pride,
So Mr Corbyn please, do not be a politician,
Trying to use old people's lives for populist decisions,
State funded homes never ever worked,
It's not the solution, just a socialist delusion,
And at the end it should be the elderly that matter!
@Andrew Carnegie, Horrified in Wiltshire, 14th Jan 2017.
1/19/16
That is it
After this
No matter if
The road ahead is hazardous
Beside many establishments
Waters with or without halibuts
And areas where the ground and air has traces of contaminants
Bought her a lot of amethyst
And garnets that were called mandarins
So that whenever she wanted too, she could dress up and feel glamorous
In the liquor cabinet
Was bottles, some of which were extravagant
And they typically had either a cork or twist cap on it
Others showing their true colors
Fussing over nothing
Then being animus
Because they are desperate and ravenous
I told you you're soft and gelatinous
Stop trying to talk blasphemous
Or you'll get burned like a lot of cannabis
Bought some amulets
And found a box of talismans
What it said and meant, caused me to conduct my own analysis
The eyeglass store’s brand new; it moved
From just across the street.
The stock is current, fresh and cool;
Displays are nice and neat.
But unlike some establishments,
Its style is from the past.
The frames are under lock and key,
Although the choice is vast.
So every time I saw one
I’d consider for myself,
A store employee with a key’d
Unlock the drawer or shelf.
He’d watch me as I’d try it on
And wait for my decision.
My interest waned beneath the weight
Of constant supervision.
In other shops the customer
Is left to his devices
To try on every single pair
That possibly entices.
I left the store with my old glasses
Perched upon my face.
My search will now continue
At a far more trusting place.
Voting in November
By Franklin Price
6/16/2016
Voting in November
Is a very scary thing
Especially for the president
What will either of them bring?
He is quite outspoken
To the point of stupidness
Due to investigations
Her position is a mess
To have belief in either
And what they have to say
Could have us regretting voting
And maybe even rue the day
Both have followed process
As they've risen to the top
The parties are quite ignorant
Is there a way to make this stop?
The House and Senate much to blame
Parties would not cross the aisle
Bound by their establishments
Their actions just a pile
For years have gotten nothing done
Standing in the way the choice
Incumbents choosing nothing
And the public has no voice
This is how we've gotten here
Could be headed for the dump
By voting for the Hillary
Or the far outspoken Trump
Make a choice and hope the best
But don't refuse to poll
Then you have no say at all
Which is the politician's goal
Bundle of rules elongating the short distance between a problem and its solution
Unnecessary layers compulsorily placed on a mounted ladder with very few steps
Road expectedly smooth and direct is created with uneven stones and many bends
Every step is an independent process making the system tiring and liable to corruption
Alternating procedures and changing routes heavily function in the handling of issues
Under these so many ambiguous limbs is the fertile ground to germinate yet more problems
Complication storms out of these processes lined up in a queue with undefined relevance
Rare is the accuracy of timing respected as it is bastardized in five to ten folds
Add-ons a very possible side effect embracing the commotion of the mercy of many hands
Cruel is this system, especially in the 21st century of advancement in data processing
Yet loved by establishments of worlds without regard to maximizing human services.
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