Books are being stacked on the streets to impinge
blame on their words as worthless thoughts;
yesterday they were a great source of knowledge.
Scriptwriting is being totally replaced by obsessive texting,
one of the marvels of our artificial intellect;
once reading and writing were the only icons of learning.
Soon robots will replace human intelligence:
trains, buses, and cars controlled by a computer;
havoc on the minds of travelers with exigence.
A hysterical Greta explains the results of negligence
to the UN Assembly, they seem to ignore her;
climate changes can't be spoken with transience.
How can anyone face those horrifying events?
Hollywood enhances them with their imagination;
even asteroids frighten us more than earthquakes.
Categories:
exigence, anxiety, computer, emotions, fear,
Form: Terza Rima
I am the master
of planting time bombs in minds
so please, be kind, rewind
to uncover the disaster
the one plastered
across the face of every rabbi, sheik, marabout and pastor
who's teachings form vines
that when intertwined,
become the only limiting factors
i need not remind that signs
we see , daily are only coming faster
exige
its tragic, you see
this "idiocracy"
politics overseas
meaningless intervening's
but please.
open your eyes
open your minds
listen
and truly perceive what your minds have been missing.
Categories:
exigence, corruption, peace, planet, political,
Form: Rhyme
I walk, stuck in day's attire, through this night,
with the moon shining so ardent and bright.
Ordinarily this means something greater to me,
but tonight, my thoughts have somewhere else to be.
The eyes with which I see this lunar glow,
are the same as ever before; the same sights they sew.
And yet the ethereal coating behind that sees
magic in moon and rain, tonight is blind to these.
The anger that burns, over stupidity flagrant,
wanders through my mind; 'tis my heart's tempestuous vagrant.
"Do this, do that, and too the other thing;
into my house, no wit shall you bring."
Of course I'll do it, what choice is there?
For the new and detested, respite is no affair.
Doesn't mean I agree with the lack of intelligence,
the too-often false, needless exigence.
I chose a path that in the end, I had to take,
I chose a path that even now can't be deemed fully a mistake.
But tonight, it truly seems so, truly seems misled;
tonight I wish for a life elsewhere instead.
Categories:
exigence, anger,
Form: Rhyme