Why do people live to think
Think about what others think
They sit and think around all day
Letting dreams just pass away
Thinking builds the mind
Just to make it fall
If this is all that thinking does
Why do people think at all
Why are some people always upfront or in the spotlight
all the time?
refusing to shrivel up like shrinking violets do,
Could it be because some people are blessed with a little
more star quality making others reel with jealousy?
Inquiring minds ask themselves
these questions all the time,
when they don't get the right answers they take it upon
themselves to nix the fame and glory of others,
simply because their persona annoys and bothers,
using their foul tactics and bad behaviour to reduce
the objects of their curiosity to shrinking violets,
treating them less than pets,
Ignoring and ostracizing them any way they can,
hoping to "shoo" them away with the wave of their
hands,
How can people develop contempt for lives they know
nothing about?
Demoralizing their lives so it appears less than grout,
Just because THEY are afraid to Stand up, Show up and Speak Out!
"Old Cruffs" are not born, they are made,
especially when others leave them waiting in the heat
instead of the shade, when folks ignore their pleas for
help and direction, "Old Cruffs" go into automation,
strangely, some folks tend only to react to the "cruffian" sides of
individuals, nothing usually gets done when one is nice and civil,
Why do folks have to push people until they are out of their gourds?
Life would be so much simpler if people were more sensitive to behavior
patterns that bother.
ENGLAND
England is a changing country
Not the place I left thirty five years ago.
Oh yes, they still have Ann Hathaway’s Cottage,
And Buckingham Palace, and even fish-and-chips.
But it’s all dressed up in theme-park clothes,
And staffed by people speaking only Serbian,
Or Bengali, who don’t know what or where Big Ben is.
And don’t care what Big Ben is. Or where.
The language is almost pure American as spoken
By Schwartzenegger or Ice Cube.
The English see themselves as performing on
An imagined tv show for the benefit of paying tourists.
When I lived there English people knew what they stood for,
And today they will stand for anything. You could be standing
In Melbourne, or Akron, or London
The music, food, manners, hopes, beliefs are all the same.
“I hate people who lie”, she bemoaned,
While affixing her false eyelashes
And adjusting her augmented boobs
In the padded brasserie
“People just aren’t honest any more”, he cried
While eating salad off his wife’s plate
That she re-filled from the all you can eat
Salad bar that they ordered only one of
“What ever happened to telling the truth”, he asked
While mailing his tax forms
In which he claimed a charitable amount
For a gift he never gave
“Common courtesy is rare”, she quipped
While holding up four people in the express lane
With many more items
Than the sign states is allowed.
“Kids these days have no respect”, he griped
While sitting on the subway train
With women and elderly
Standing all around him.
I wonder why their complaints are all true?
The mob operates in New York silently,
stealing from people quietly,
Everyone is afraid to make them
accountable,
so they sit back and allow them
to act dishonorably,
hiding their chicanery,
and functioning through corporations large and small,
Setting up citizens for the ultimate fall,
acquiring fortunes through deceptive practices,
bragging and celebrating about their competencies,
The Mob doesn't have a conscience and never will,
They are resigned to cheating people in order
to satisfy their cheap thrills,
Yet, the underworld knows exactly what they do,
The tarot cards never lie, neither does voodoo.
Post-modern society i’m feelin’ afflicted,
confined a predestined identity – i’m restricted,
what I preach and practice – contradicted,
due to the confines I mimic and pick, waiting for what the Mayan’s predicted,
the revealing, the coming clean, tell us what the hieroglyphs depicted,
we’re all looking for direction, collective unconscious became misted,
many hearts and minds twisted, our souls blistered,
instead of caring and sharing, we’re all tight fisted,
people starve, people are killed, people are tortured and it’s as if we all personally wished it,
maybe i’m just a mis-fit,
maybe my points fleeting and you missed it....
wake up
wake up
wake up.
Don’t laugh at cowboys, for most of them pay their own dues,
West Texas riders put leather on your lady’s shoes,
Don’t laugh at people in steel mills or shipyards or mines,
They’ve earned the right to get drunk on those grocery store wines.
Don’t laugh at cowboys in back of that cattlemen’s bar,
They’ve earned their money, they’re proud of whoever they are,
The speak plain English so clear that they sometimes offend,
They’ve got no time to impress you or try to pretend.
Funerals and taxes and weddings and prayers fill their lives,
Some take things serious, and other take other men’s wives.
Don’t laugh at them with your New York/Los Angeles sneer—
Don’t laugh at cowboys, or people who cry in their beer.
Don’t laugh at cowboys or Hank Williams’ songs that they sing,
Wait till that morning you’re drunk when you lose everything;
Don’t laugh at cowboys or Black men or Red men or brown,
Don’t laugh at anyone, one day you house will come down.
A tempered thought comes to mind ---
A not so simple thing, when people act unkind ---
As each and every day seems bleaker and mundane ---
It's not that difficult to imagine why people go insane ---
After all we are only human and not some kind of god ---
Just a member of a species that seems a little odd.
Its people like us who are not worth to be looked at
Who have nothing to our names
And wear old cloths barely covering our cracked skin
Thirsty for water and longing for care
Its people like us who stand at your door step
Singing songs without a melody just so as to make you hear
What our hearts are beating to, nothing but hopeless thoughts
Wishing you to open the door and give us something to eat
Its people like us who are so annoying
Apparently we make you uncomfortable
It’s not our intention to
It’s just that in our minds we still think
There are people who care for people like us
Who would like to help us live
Are you one of them?