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What is that awareness by which each body-mind feels alive and becomes aware?—Unseeking Seeker
The underlying of dog-eat-dog world,
dialogue used to defuse what’s within,
unveiling characteristics, plots and tension
Wilty pleasures of ha ha ha’s thin skin
the restless measured writing in prose
adding realism with metaphor tags
Anxiety insomniacs expose egocentricities,
loyal coterie, and owning denial lags
In what’s plain and unembellished, ordinary,
unpretentious loud screams heard
See me, feel me, read me,
clinging to ink, expecting gold
Unadorned yet in an uptight hold
Give me Kodachrome and enhance my view of life!
A brighten-filter emulsifies, nothingness’ behind
Breathe in, pause, exhaling into wake-sleep
I go beyond the sky and stars, the earth moon trails,
minus space junk’s desires, cheap mind-litter
I am Artemis ll, yet I’ve no mind-space or time
Without a shell without a conch,
I'm the propeller in a solar system
accelerating into orbital grace in a single launch
Earth appears with green auroras and zodiacal light,
A home planet, a breathtaking sight,
a sapphire hovering in velvet
The lexicon of language, the portrayal of image,
Off the cuff spontaneous levels roaming
Aware with deep breaths and where nothing nests behind
I seek refuge, I speak well-spoken, I’ve guidance unbroken
I make merits in holy days through alms,
offerings in namaskar and in mantras healing verses
I maintain these days, I Am this moment
Eye of the eye, nothing behind me coerces
You know, can you imagine life of some
Not chosen but for few their choice
Life's weakening priority of mankind's being
Even in themselves they fight like another
A real life struggle to structure existence
Before our eyes we see evil among hearts
In ourselves, given up the goal to creation
Lost in new generation full of chaos extremist
Standing for themselves and not agenda
A man who lives the world better the world
He is not just about himself but objective
Inside perfecting perfection though not perfect
Seeing everyone is same fighting the dream
But making change in us the world turns
One must be willing to accept life what it is
It's a gamble win or lose we play game
Levels of poverty depending on success story
Me, rich in heart's love from God
Think God, only place we find peace is love
We must change our own to see purpose
Love exist even through hatred a kindness
Your weakness, love rules overall beings
But only you chose to fall to civilization
Stop the fighting, unity is living together
It's a dog eat dog world hanging on thread
Every man for himself in corrupt society
Hoping and praying for people gone insane
Life's Weakening, a lock only keeps honest man out
What is society? Dictionary.com doesn't say so, but it is, some say, an irresistible force that causes insensitivity, greed, or downright oblivion.
Sir, why did you ignore the starving man in front of your house this morning?
I was in a hurry to get to work. Society frowns on those who shirk.
Ma’am, why did you tell lies and sabotage your co-worker, who needed—and deserved—that promotion more than you did?
It’s a dog-eat-dog world out there. I guess I’m just a product of my society!
Hon, would you put away your earphones and ipod and talk to Granny?
No response—She doesn’t know you’re there! Society keeps throwing all these gadgets at us!
September 26, 2016
We are born in the darkness, the lack of knowledge you see,
raised in a world, to become what we want to be.
Without any wisdom, one can not survive,
there are those out there, who will eat another alive.
The lies and the deceptions, the webs that they weave,
the death in the heart, that they truly leave.
It’s a dog eat dog, world out there, where we have to be,
where the darkness of this world, gains it’s strength, in you and me.
It’s subtle ways of pressing, the changing in the heart,
being raised in the darkness, where we were born, from the start.
All the negative emotions, the very things we feel,
the spoken words of darkness, the hearts that they kill.
Where there is no vision, people perish you see,
born and raised in the darkness, till the truth comes to be.
To obtain knowledge and wisdom, one must see the light,
follow the truth in their heart, that keeps them from their night.
Then as we walk, we must keep our shadows at our feet,
knowing by walking daily in the truth, our darkness we defeat.
Remember the days not long ago
When most people were actually polite
Men would open doors for the ladies
Strangers would wish you goodnight
Drivers would wave another car through
Though they were late for a meeting
Men would get up, give a lady a seat
Today this is rare and quite fleeting
In this age of instant gratification
It's each and every man for himself
A dog-eat-dog world we're living in
Some things I'm guilty of myself
It's really hard to rise above the tide
It's happening all around us each day
You run the risk of getting trampled on
Politeness is not a given, by the way
Do I think this world will ever return
To those simpler days of yore?
Probably not and that's quite a shame
Those were much nicer times, for sure!
© Jack Ellison 2014
Dog eat dog world
Awakes to new dawn;
Paradoxical gains
Words and yet more
Empty words dilute;
Cold comfort frozen
Headlines sensation
Bad news in vogue;
Catchy decadence
Muse upon feeling
Profound thought;
Self-realization lights
Mood swings highlight
Psychic trauma;
Pain instigates
Skybridge running track
26 floors above;
Senior citizens jog
Look to this day
To do something good;
Saturday cat nap
Set routines
To-Do List unfurls;
Time is never enough
Much ado
About nothing new;
Changes re-order
Ideas rule the world
Change agents --
Come and go abruptly
Worn-out old pavilion
Two weary workers;
Chat over beer repast
Busy passage conduit
People hurry briskly;
Haphazard side stepping
Busy networking
Trying to get ahead;
Lost in the crowd
Visual impact dazzle
Too much colour;
Not much insight
Takeaway counter
Pre-order your drink blend;
Beverage on-the-fly
Leon Enriquez
04 July 2014
Singapore
Sweat through labor's fervent pace.
You pitiful dog,
You minuscule cog,
Lest you vanish off the face
Of the earth without a trace.
Don't dare threaten profit gain
When you don't understand
Why wealth could own the land
For which your fathers died in vain.
That you may see your heroes slain.
If you find you disagree...
Take to the streets,
Face my marching fleets.
Just hold your ground and do not flee.
Your weaknesses are mine to see.
Yet, if the fear has gripped your heart.
Don't act like a jerk.
Just go back to work,
And let me fuel your tortured art,
Before I rip your soul apart.
Remember the days not long ago
When people were actually polite
Men would open doors for the ladies
Strangers would bid you goodnight
Drivers would wave another car through
Even though were late for a meeting
Men would get up, give a lady a seat
Today this is rare and quite fleeting
In this age of instant gratification
It's each and every man for himself
A dog-eat-dog world we're living in
Some things I'm guilty of myself
It's hard to really rise above the tide
It's happening all around us each day
You run the risk of getting trampled on
Politeness is not a given, I must say
Do I think that world will ever return
To those simpler days back then
Probably not and that's a real shame
So much nicer days AMEN
Sue wrote a song, thought she had a hit
I could relate to its meaning and wit
It came from her heart but stayed unknown
A lovely tune that sank like a stone
Jeff wrote a memoir of true crime
Couldn't get anyone to read a line
He pitched it to Hollywood but stayed unknown
His urgent story sank like a stone.
He tried ads, even tried a book signing
I understood his frustration but got tired of his whining
I told him that many try, few make the big time
It's a dog-eat-dog world and turns on a dime.
(chorus)
You overcome hurdles but it gets steeper and steeper
Then you're turned back by a gatekeeper.
You stand in the square with a megaphone—
The crowds split around you like a stream round a stone.
Millie had a personality like a witch
she wrote a rap song about killing the rich.
It was a hit, yuppies loved the rebel tone
Sue and Jeff's hearts sank like a stone.
Millie was the star, Millie was the rage
a commentary on our tasteless age
She rose like a comet, come and gone
Self-destructed, and sank like a stone
So have a day job, where you can climb
Don't sleep on a friend's couch, don't waste our time
Know with the crowds, you are still alone
And be prepared to sink like a stone.
And don't stream your meltdown from your phone.
. *DOGGY STYLE*
Tonight! Tonight! I must display.
About my man's doggy style way.
Once he comes home he acts like I'm his "DOGGY BAG."
"It’s DOGGING ME!" The way he starts to nag.
He came from the bar with his "DOG BREATH!"
Calling me by the name of Beth.
When he settles down he starts acting like he's the "TOP DOG!"
"DOGGONE IT!" doesn't he know I'm adding this bone to my blog.
Now he's drunk acting "MEAN LIKE a JUNK YARD DOG!"
I taunt him by calling him a pig and a hog.
We "FIGHT LIKE CATS and DOGS," this really must be love?
"It's a DOG eat DOG WORLD" when push comes to shove!
Once again he will sleep "IN THE DOG HOUSE!"
This time for ripping my favorite blouse.
It's too bad "YOU CAN'T TEACH an OLD DOG NEW TRICKS!"
I wish he was a real dog, he needs to be neutered and fixed.
I think I will laugh and kiss him good night.
Anyways "HIS BARK is WORSE THAN HIS BITE!"
By morning he will be "SICK AS A DOG" and scary like a mouse.
I'm still waiting to be "Happy as a FLEA in a DOG HOUSE!"
"HE IS NOTHING BUT A HOUND DOG" thinking it's doggy style all the time!
In his rabies case his desires keeps getting worse than slobber and slime.
.Should I tell my man that his actions are what I call humans love torch?
With the reaction "IF you can’t run with the BIG DOG's PUPPY, STAY on the porch!"
By; smiles