Ever wonder what happens to suggestions
Dropped in your employers’ slotted box?
They are extracted and read with questions
Seldom answered is somewhat orthodox,
Proposals by the great, “unwashed” masses
Of underlings seeking more remuneration,
Gutsy enough to speak, these lower classes,
Indeed, to want a scheduled, paid vacation!
Imagine a thirty-minute lunch break, I laugh,
Extending the law-provided ten-minute take
Or double pay for overtime? Surely, they jest
For all the silly complaints they love to make.
More work, I say!--simply what you do best
With my feet on my desk, I’m taking a rest!
Written August 9, 2022
With Light infused into our daily reality,
we abandon rage at our common banality,
and words flow with warmth as a fresh summer's honey,
for wretchedly poor, for the ones with the money.
Silver spoons feed the rich and privileged classes,
and common cutlery for the great unwashed masses.
We pass our lives on a small twirling planet,
some hearts tiny as quarks, and some hearts hard as granite.
We are not all the same. We are not equally blessed.
Some of us don the finest linen, some, hardly dressed.
Smiles alone level no uneven playing field.
Only Love can bring us Light. Heaven's Light does Love yield.
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The wandering lonesome roam
About the early morning streets;
And on evening avenues.
Those forgotten feral few,
Seeking meals they cannot buy
‘Mongst the refuse of the day.
Those great unwashed in tatters,
Of whom it does not matter,
Limp empty toward their lairs
Wearing faces of despair
Seeking out a junkyard fire
Or dark place beneath a stair.
Half-bent, with rancid odor,
One stands upon the corner
With a battered coffee can
In a grimy, outstretched hand.
Strollers stare past his rheumy eyes,
Searching from their sunken sockets,
And walk by with withheld sighs
Lest guilt should pick their pockets.
Compassion costs a quarter
For the man upon the corner.
But it’s cheaper without the price
If they can avoid his lice.
I do know a hipster
he has a bushy beard
he likes a little sipster
though he acts a little wierd
he tries a sip at night
of ales not had before
to check it tastes alright
not leaving him feeling poor
this may attract a frown
amongst the great unwashed
from that there London town
and some say that it's all tosh!
It is not a biggy
To sip what he's not tried
In case it's brown and twiggy
and it smells like someone's died
subconscious.
~Subconsciously we seek the right,
Equality for every tyke,
Unwashed subconscious wants it still,
for every Billy of the Hill,
no more super rich delight!
The great unwashed it joins us all,
subconscious links the mindset hall,
where thoughts of good,
the white light falls,
for shineth here the light,
so seek and you will always find,
equality is on the mind,
of all the poor downtrodden kind,
the multitude insist, lets make an end if it,
remove the greed of crime~
Don
See the Ascend result…
Try the stellar mind-thought end,
Picture, she will come descend,
See her coming into view,
Ideal shiela just for you,
From obscurity she can,
Will her on your chosen path,
Attract the moth, 2 own and laugh,
Cos she is out there 2,
Booze just dulls the view,
The seeker finds one sent,
The great unwashed of conscious dew,
Holds the key, releases few,
Does ya comphrende,
Im asking you :}-
Cos ya must keep looking blue,
Till the feather does ascend…
A works of {mind}, not new :}
Don Johnson
words are power
God is love an words are power,
By words manlipulate’s the hour,
And get the masses thinking.
Strong prophets see it rightly ours,
Followers hang on the word that flower’s,
Because, because, because.
The spoken word becomes the deed,
The great unwashed, sub-conscious feed,
And it becomes reality.
The one God creates by thought,
We can too, but fall way short,
Great faith does bring you clarity.
Don Johnson
Karmic
War is a tragic thing, with only suffering
Prince of peace is a coming new order to bring
The more subconscious thought of it will sing
Of our wanted change of everything
The great unwashed subconscious can bring him!
When I can see, For a second, the face of our lord
I ask with a shudder, for a person to heal,
Hoping karma can be ignored
Where do you sit on Karmas great wheel?
If i shudder, I’m not being ignored
it worked on my toothache, neuralgia, don’t feel
Moses could not look on the face of the lord.
neither can I, split second afford
but I try and I try to appeal
love and good health babe’s
Don
They walk around part of the elite
heads held high
noses in the air
auras of knowing it all abound with a lot of hoot and holler
I will NEVER be one of them
my make up still in the drawer and my face still unpainted
part of the great unwashed
as my auntie used to say
I am only myself
and knowing what I do about those society chicks
I wouldn't trade my time
and my talents for anything
but we all have our gifts
Remember the cradle
Respect to the grave
These notions inside
My soul they enslave
Always alone
These values I hold
My fears come to life
The great unwashed fold
The masses have lost
Thier unguided way
With no one to lead
Mankind led astray
Remember the family
Rekindle the flame
Rejoice in the memories
And honor thy name.