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Oh how troubling to hear the scary sounds of hopelessness!
Even more so from aged ones leaving many questions; no answers.
A 97 year old man speaks and the world with ears open and heads up, listens.
He recently spoke of a cold war unlike any we have ever seen; between parties
Almost evenly matched with economic, military, and technological capacities.
Complex tasks and prior failures flood the vocabulary of experts.
He only predicts possible if not a probable catastrophic disaster.
We listen to him and return to our coffee while buying and selling.
We watch him in the news and resume our texting and taking selfies.
We deem men are wiser today, forgetting that humans rarely change.
We are less wise, but more woeful, more war-like, more self-destructive.
May we dare to be unlike our relatives of Noah's day, who never changed.
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I sometimes feel like...
a wobbly tornado
making my way
what ever direction the wind blows
with back and forth motion
and no way of knowing
how destructive the path
that I am flowing
I sometimes feel like...
a wave on the ocean
tossed back and forth
in erratic motion
the salt from my tears
help with my knowing
how shallow or deep
these days I am coping
I sometimes feel like...
a cloud in the sky
while on top of things
some still pass me by
dealing with fluff
in the midst of this life
amongst other stuff
as I look to the sky
I sometimes feel like...
the wildest of flowers
in a field filled with weeds
passing the hours
wanting someone to come along
and pull me out
or take a sling blade
and cut us all down
I sometimes feel like...
a musician on tour
I know that I'm here
but at times why, I'm not sure
could be any number of things
between the why's and what for's
but one things for sure
I feel like all this and more
Holiday Dangers
by Odin Roark
‘Tis greater to give than receive,
Begging the question: “Of what?”
Stuff remains the easy answer,
Cloaked in its brightly colored paper and ribbons,
Urging “Oohs and Ahs” from receivers,
Few can resist .
But what of a kind gesture in place of goods,
The finding of compassion and sympathy for the truly less fortunate,
Exercising that ephemeral spark of humanity once primary,
But now rapidly becoming an endangered principal of our species.
Hope hangs on…
The aware heart knows,
Like much of nature,
Humanoids can’t last forever,
That gathering of a materialistic image,
Buttressing the seductive illusions of generosity,
Be they religious or secular,
Knows only an all-consuming downward spiral,
A self-destructive glitter that blinds
As it drills deeper into itself,
Disintegrating at the end
Into the loss of “caring”
Fate’s delivery to a wide-awake darkness.
How habitual these temporal leanings,
How belittling to what innate mankind once wished to be.
Despair
The inexorable pain of unrequited love within a caring soul,
young dreams dashed upon the rocky shores of despair
and in one fleeting moment all is gone
to the loved ones about them.
All the wisdom of the universe,
between the pages of time at the fingertip,
all for the asking and the page not turned,
the question not asked the lessons not learned.
Desperate lives within the worlds of the mind’s creation,
lost to obscurity and oblivion inside the single act that cannot be undone.
The sweet experiences of life’s pain and pleasures of the Mind beyond endurance,
squandered by the actions of a harlequin of little forethought,
as to the ramifications of this parsimonious act.
The self-destructive self-serving imprudent act of taking ones own life,
in a moment of despair and the anguish of depression.
Suicide is forever.
By
Josehf Lloyd Murchison
The shifting color-way of the sea,
from comfortable to extreme in dress.
Trash is not carried fashionably,
do not slap on this trend of distress.
There’s an image we strive to maintain,
I promise this does nothing for it.
A sad faux pas leaves only disdain.
The salty sweet smile of the ocean
conveys your long held in aggression.
No way to say this delicately,
it’s destructive to be this careless.
Can’t argue with a necessity
yet we live with this disgusting mess.
Dimethyl sulfide and acid rain
invading your senses bit by bit.
Pollution’s such an awful refrain.
Let beach couture call you to action,
and Mother Earth write out the caption.
Lightning flashed, blinded my innocent, trusting eyes.
Thunder ravaged my soul, and forced out my cries.
Destructive winds threatened, ripped me all apart.
Raindrops, the tears that ever flooded my heart.
Dark clouds were ever-present, in turbulent air.
Yet, no winds could stir the flowers in my hair.
No longer waiting for that storm to pass the hill.
I left it behind, and walked away by my own will.
A rainbow shined beautifully, yet arched into a frown.
As every now and then, the rain still comes down.
I have stepped right over you, like scattered debris.
As the sun's rays now light down a new path for me.
For Shanity Rain's contest - "After The Storm"
Parades are festive
They send a celebratory message
Protests have an evil look
Like they were run by a crook
Ranting
Chanting
Yelling and screaming
Confused definition lacking structure meaning
Anger released in this one way
“We are going to make the issue pay”
Strong voice overs sound really cool
But in reality the visual is a self-destructive tool
Sacrificial lamb
An interesting plan
Using the young at heart
Tell them to play the moral part
Only a for a few seconds will it be heard
Not caring how it will be talked about when referred
Money could start a revolution
That is not the solution
Study the subject matter
Accept the pitch as a well prepared batter
Answer the call
To strengthen understanding the law
Many sides a debate may contain
Simply put it is easy to complain
Take pen and paper in hand
And make the editorial stand
Words are a powerful device
An intellectual platform that is nice
When someone sits down and reads
They are relaxed thinking about the information feed
Unlike a theatric demonstrator
Displaying havoc in the tradition of a raider
Society needs creative communication as a lighter
Getting into situations being a fighter
After a published piece has run
Noting a philosophical pondering job is done
Police handcuffs are not the result
In bringing the argument to a halt
Conversation could have chatter
Escalating up a healthy ladder
Allowing the writer
To walk away sounding intelligent by making the guilt party’s noose tighter
Presenting on a stage where one shines brighter
Fragile resolve aspiring
to capture the remnants of rainbow,
weave the lattice of life
with spectral ribbons of rapture,
turns into a self-destructive
psychosis syndrome
that fails to fling
the insane illusion
in the cloud of dreams,
for it has hypnotic leverage
on the mind,
mangled by sensual storm.
Wedged by the splitting bevel
of the slashing time,
the frail fragments of failure
get lacerated from life,
scatter on the pensive path
to the realm of rainbow,
yet untraveled,
meanders marooned
in the debris of derelict dreams,
disappear down the deep sinkhole
of dusky oblivion.
In the lucent mystique mind,
transmuting thoughts
flicker on
ebony emotions.
Absolved of self-qualm
psychic crystal sparkles
in sagacity stars’ aurora flare,
traces the prime trajectory
from the cosmic soul’s
nebulous abyss within.
In the mesmeric meadow
of the inner topography,
seraphic shadows dance mystified
with gorgeous sequined glitter
of the sensuous stardust
in the tune of
buoyant bliss.
The discernment mindscape
makes the montage
of the existential rainbow.
How can one person
Have so much power over another?
A person not even related to you
Becomes closer to you than your own mother?
They have so much power
They can control your moods?
They can change your way of thinking
They can change your attitude.
They can control your inner feelings
They can make you do anything.
They could take to the depths of Hell
Or make your heart sing.
Power like that
Could be so destructive.
Someone had that power over me
& my life was disrupted.
That person had that power over me
& I couldn't resist it.
They took their hold off of me
& quite frankly, I missed it.
They left me broken
They became my desire, my need.
She left me to depend on myself
But I didn't know how to lead.
Her power over me was
Scary & hypnotic.
Now I took back control
That power, she's no longer got it.
I released myself from her
I got my life back.
My heart no longer feels
Like it's under attack.
My heart is once again beating
& everything's perfect.
I often ask myself
Was all this even worth it?
I believe it was
Because I now know what to do.
Never let a person
Ever have that much power over you.
Glass Half Shattered
I find my thoughts are often quite destructive or productive
I try to turn the former into something more constructive
My name will live in infamy forever and a day
The loss of independence is the price I have to pay
I dream that putting pen to paper, publishing my woes
Can deter some other creep from traveling down the path I chose
I see these kindred spirits making headlines all the time
Using words like "sick and twisted" may be fair but they malign
All us who decided to be cruel and turn to violence
Linger long in jail or death and do our suffering in silence
But isn't that the way we did our suffering before?
And that just led to bodies bled and senseless acts of gore
The voices of experience in these deeds so macabre
Must speak out against indifference (consider that our job)
We have a second chance to leave a legacy of good
Cause I know I'd take it back if only there's some way I could
Try to piece together and repair half shattered glass
So there won't be any need to fly our flags at demi-mast