Slowly dying
Despite our existence
What else is possible
How much life span does humanity has in accordance to our attribute
To Mother Nature
We are distracted by entertainment
Blinded by social media
Instead of moral we bleed impurity
High Technology era equals robotic humans
How can we save the world
When we are lost by our own inventories
How could we be proud of our generation
When we are drowning in our own creativities
Who is winning
And how many more are
Slowly dying.
Feeling romantic; in this seat of seventeen stories
This far up, I plainly see the wind beneath the bushes and trees
So tell me, Angel, in front of me, is this your view of our glories?
Did this experience give you peace enough to please?
Or was I boring to you with my thoughts, deep interrogatories?
When I enjoy the best of my life, from a bended pair of knees
It's because the weight is so great of our inventories
There is no scale I know of that measures to their degrees
But oh, the heat that is produced by such fabled stories
Rivaling a summer tradewinds warmest breeze
Abandoned Roads on the Sands of Time
David J Walker
Inherent the stolen lands
Claimed and abandoned
By forgotten hands
Inventory incomplete
Innocence replete
with sin
And/then
do it again
And again
Believing in steepleless and
Invented gods
At odds
With the believingless peopleless
Congregations
Inherent the swollen lands
And stolen simple
the supple surplus plans
the inventories of
back stories of
successes and excesses
the hungry hands form lines
at the backdoor kitchenettes
of abandoned trailer courts
along the roads of the
sands of time
I saw a man standing by the road
He was bedraggled and beaten down,
I passed him by, afraid to share my empty seat
And thought how sad we have come to this
In our self-satisfied want for nothing,
Afraid, because we hear horror stories
About those who have helped strangers,
Denying ourselves the opportunity to bless.
And, thinking of him, I must confess
Our modern age is filled with many dangers,
But we need to take stock of our inventories
Of good deeds, what to the table we bring
Wrapped in our cloaks of not-my-business,
My life is so pleasing, well-ordered, and neat
Why put myself out for some lowdown?
When I realized many helped me with my load.
written March 28, 2022
[Verso-Rhyme]
Honour packets and pockets of promises
Without any iota of excuses
If progress should become the portion
Blessed in action and implementation.
Honour realms and reams of reputation
With vigour and rigour
Applied to forestall a misrepresentation
Sneaking into any endeavor to reap favour.
Honour spoken and written words
Uttered and muttered in good faith
Without rattling swords and surds
Slipping through to take away strength and depth.
Honour inventories and instalments of integrity
In plans and in thoughts
Preaching serenity and intrepidity
In quotes and in votes of all sorts.
The traffic of life's busy inventories
restrains this need for solace--
how the accounting of hours untamed
induces an onslaught to my self-care;
how much longer must I invest on time
which steals the leisure of hearts' meeting,
the thrill of flowers in bloom?--
if so, can toxic moments be measured
by all demands of the day
when in the end, nothing really mattered.
Toxic State by FJ Thomas
Dec 13, 2017
In the Spanish language, it means “The Meadows”.
To this desert oasis, many a gambler goes.
There are hotels with restaurants and fabulous shows.
However, the biggest attraction is the casinos.
They drive from as far as Los Angeles and San Diego.
Plenty of cash is dumped in each casino.
With no more money, gamblers cannot roam.
There is no other place to go but home.
The one thing to do is to depart this scene.
Unfortunately, they need a tank of gasoline.
Filling stations have strange inventories of stock.
Penniless victims go there to pawn and hock.
There are watches, cameras, and diamond rings.
They have loads of gold jewelry and other things.
In the near future, these visitors will return.
History will repeat as if they will not learn.
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It should be shined on with lights
The positive feedback is a delight
Some of you have taken poetry to great heights
All the words everyone places
The sheer wonder of its embraces
I see emotions, Devotions, and promotions
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