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You’ve got a lark on the brain
I’ve got a ghost in mine
Shape of the shadows of things to come
Half started is only half begun
In the distance I hear a violin
Loosely based on ragged knee
Shades of grey floating free
Insipid dreams are following me
Took the tragic risk
Death served cold
On a porcelain dish
Whitest whites darkest nights twist of fate
Winding roads you can’t navigate
Empty room bereft of grace
With frozen eyes his lips embrace
Sold your soul for the title role
The bill’s come due
What’s happened before you can’t undo
You’re gonna pay his price
The valley of deaths’ a fools paradise
Nosferatu walks with death
His dear dear friend, walks as death walks
His dear dear friend
Shapes have no form shades have no color
Don’t need it no more, the almighty dollar
The knifes in the block, the axe it swings
Listen to the bells as they ring
In for a penny in for a pound
Penny for the old guy
Leave it where you found .....it
Strawmans’ head is full of hay
Nothing new has come your way
Treats you as his enemy
While wearing a mask of integrity
No ones gonna bring you round
Black birds cry the perfect sound.
(07/09/11)
The world is changing and so are we
We are reaching the stage of poverty
Times are harder and prices are climbing
But our wallets are really declining.
How do you tell a politician who has
Money in the bank that we’re on the
Road to bankruptcy, when beyond
Their nose they can not see.
How do you get out of the coffin
That they have made, when your
put inside a grave.
How do you open up that coffin door
When fresh air you can’t breathe any more.
When that latch is closed so tight
And you try to open it with all your might.
This my friend is an ugly sight.
People all over the world are asking for change
And the politicians are the ones to blame.
They think of them selves and the almighty dollar
While the public screams and hollers.
Some times I wonder if going back
To the times of bartering
Is the key- to get out of poverty.
I have what you want and you
Have what I need, and no
Middle man in between.
You make clothing and I make shoes
Let’s just exchange and no one will lose.
There has to be an end in sight
We are tired of this constant fight.
We must open up their eyes
For to our needs they are blind.
Let them live in the slums of any
State that they choose, then they
Will see how much they lose.
Give them that challenge and you will see
They can not live in poverty.
Not one of them will reverse that role
Because it’s too hard and much to cold.
I have traveled down so many roads
In the dreams that were untold.
Dreams take us to places we’ve
Never been before.
Opening up our minds
And opening different doors.
Dreams of hope, dreams of love
Sent from up above.
Dreams that set your heart fluttering
Like the wings of a bird
Seen but hardly heard.
Dreams of goals that we set
But haven’t gotten to yet.
But my dream is not a simple one
I want to change the bad s that were done.
To abolish human trafficking and child abuse
Although it seems like it’s no use.
The almighty dollar is the bottom line
And has been with us since the beginning of time.
Traffickers make millions- something we will never see.
But at least we know that we are living free.
Then there are the abusers
both men and women alike
Who take advantage of the weak
Because they can not fight.
Child abusers, women abusers
They are all the same
They put blame on society
And yet they have no shame.
You know you have a problem
So medical help you should seek
This form of aggression has
reached its boiling peak.
To some this is the norm for what
They have gone through
But taking it out on others
Is not what you should do.
To stop all of this is my dream.
I will spread the word to all
Who love to read
We must tell everyone
We must plant the seed.
Let us change the laws to help
All the abused and the oppressed.
Abusers and traffickers are not concerned
About going to hell.
Just look at their smirk and you can tell.
I watch the news, turned into a reality show
of well-rehearsed melodramas, designed to sell time.
Alternative realities justify hate;
there is blood on our streets!
Politicians grift; everything revolves around
obtaining money and power.
We live in critical times,
our children's futures are in jeopardy!
Today, kids use the internet for companionship;
and friends are replaced by emojis and likes,
lacking any physical interface.
Global warming is absolute;
yet people deny that climate change is real;
and when proven wrong, they defer blame to someone else.
We're addicted to technology; it's the monkey on our backs,
and humanity may be the cost we pay.
We rally to false flags, forming groups of them versus us;
and worshiping the almighty dollar,
we haggle over the price of our souls.
Fearing what the future holds, I offer this silent prayer:
Lord, forgive us in our time of greed. Amen!
My mind was once tranquil lavender...
An equal blend of blue and red.
Sometimes a tone darker or lighter depending upon the issue at hand.
Recently it's blooming only one color.
Because I've been told over and over.
To shut up-to not think independently.
To follow in lockstep the smoke and the bleating.
Think only like the riotous others...
And to this, the louder I'll speak.
I've been scolded and told I was born a racist.
Because my plumage is snow white.
But I've never painted a black person a thug.
I only judge by how one leads their life...
My heart has always been with the underdog.
Until they revived Jim Crow law
until they ran their mouths
shouted me down
kicked my heart about
like a rusted tin can.
I've been muzzled for endless months.
via a masked campaign of corruption and deception.
Been quarantined -jabbed again and again.
With marginal medicine and shady remedies.
They've threatened both livelihood and liberties.
My freedom and right just to be...
They've treated me as an animal.
Branded by their political blade.
Across the nape of freedom.
For the sake of power and
the God almighty dollar-
My Second Amendment is always under fire.
From the rose colored, self-righteous rioting crowd.
Now I wear a perpetual-conspiratorial frown.
My tongue inflamed with high-caliber rounds.
You've poked the eagle-ruffled its nest.
Now it's been fully awakened by the blowtorch
You've rammed inside its once peaceful head,
Its long dormant talons slowly unfurling.
Honing its beak on the starry stone of liberty...
Because for decades you've force-fed it.
A concoction of plastic-philosophical blues.
Now it's crowned in a shade of blood red.
It flies even higher and calls ever louder.
Because you've poked it -prodded and mocked it.
Until its patience completely bled out.
Government, corporations, military,
Healthcare, and the insurance you carry -
if you fight them in court, you have my respect.
Mega-systems don't care about lives they've wrecked,
and the b******ds always win.
In the personal life of your own creation,
you can tune into a loving vibration.
You can change this sad saying to a bad cliche,
or if it's true, you can make it easier anyway,
when the b******ds always win.
Fighting the machine is enough to overwhelm,
but it's not right to knock out the man at the helm.
If you can cause change, you're a better man than I.
After the struggles I've had, I don't even try,
and the b******ds always win.
The almighty dollar is all that matters,
without consideration for lives it shatters.
People in the system, ain't more than a cog.
To get someone to care, you must buy a dog,
and the b******ds always win.
Seems like we've all become
A nation of ruddy pill poppers
A pill for this, a pill for that
Even sex, now that's the topper
How did it finally come to this?
The doctors are making a killing
Prescribing a pill for a hang nail
And patients are only willing
Always trusted, the family doctor
Upstanding pillar of society
That was then, this is now
Seems like a lack of propriety
The code of ethics that used to be
Are forthwith being ignored
In favour of that almighty dollar
An outgrowth we can ill afford
Old rules have been abandoned
It's all about the bottom line
Say bye bye to professional ethics
From another place and time
© Jack Ellison 2013
We won’t remember 9/11
election fraud will be forgotten
school shootings will belong in the past
no one will talk about gun control
black, white, woman, man, illegal, homeless, rich or poor
old, young, gay, straight, native or cowboy
we will finally know equality
climate change will not be debated
Social Security and Medicare won’t be needed
all religions will bond together
the words Republican and Democrat will have no meaning
there will be no need for lies, no hate, no greed
no one will cry, fake news, fake hair, fake smile
the almighty dollar will lose its luster
no one will feel envy or jealousy
we will remember the value of prayer
no one will care about this poem
after they launch the thermonuclear warheads
Everyone attempts to put a price on everything.
From jobs, to going on vacation.
Fluctuating gas prices, the necessities we can't live without. The cost of everything is going up.
There really isn't too much that people haven't put a stature to the almighty dollar which constantly diminishes everyday.
We barely have enough time as it is without hustling trying to make time for the things that we truly care about and seem to neglect, having to constantly look at the clock.
It robs us of the sincerity that follows.
A genuine smile that is very courteous but is also rushed at the same time.
Somehow we've come to the idea that we need a certain amount of money to truly enjoy ourselves.
Big businesses know this very well.
They expect us to cling on to the vast images that we see flashed in front of us in subliminal advertisement.
Via television, social media, or word of mouth without realizing that too much time has already passed.
About the only thing we truly take for granted are the moments that we finally remember to breathe and cherish the very same moments we remember to smile.
Forgetting who we are in the process of trying to make ends meet while maintaining the perception if it's ever enough.
If at all possible, today I want you to press pause on the things that make you smile
And live in that moment for as long as possible.
As it doesn't cost a thing to smile, it doesn't cost a thing to greet someone with a genuine embrace.
It doesn't cost a thing to sit back and breathe for a second or two.
Set a limit to how much you give of yourself.
Because those whom take, will only continue to take
If the best things in life are free
Why does the world revolve around money?
Must I die in order to enjoy my fruits?
What lies ahead after the game of pursuit?
After I possess the gold, cars and home
What other wealth can I obtain unknown?
Can I buy a ticket into the pearly gates?
How can I obtain a way to avoid destiny or fate?
Must I pay friends in order for them to stand by me?
Without currency, will the love of my life still lay beside me?
At night, will this witch continue to ride me?
Will the spirit of greed forever chide me?
How long will the almighty dollar hide me?
Worldly riches will never make me whole
For, I am rich within my soul
Yet, my final home I have yet to see
My father possesses riches unknown
Throughout eternity I wallow besides poverty happily
But poverty will never swallow me