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A man with no more than a hole in his pocket
The clothes on his back and a picture in a locket
Propped up some cardboard in a dim alleyway
When a stranger came up with something to say
He wore a suit and tie with a leather briefcase
And a thoughtful, yet mischievous look on his face
“I’m tired son, money has led my feet astray.
How’d you like to switch and be rich for a day?”
There must be a catch but with nothing to lose
They traded everything, right down to the shoes
He spent the day walking and looking around
He kept his head up instead of down at the ground
He smiled at strangers who in turn, did the same
Not turning away at his sight, in pity or shame
He asked for directions even though he wasn’t lost
Just to see who would answer without an accost
Walking tall all day counted the people he did meet
And not one, today, avoided him by crossing the street
He went back to the alley where the rich man said he’d stay
He said, “So chap, what did you do while rich for a day?”
He peered in his wallet and thought hard for a time
“You had this all day and you didn’t spend a dime?”
As they swapped back their clothes, the poor man explained
“You have all this money but are exhausted and drained.
I didn’t spend a thing but cleaned up in these stitches,
I experienced a different kind of wealth and riches
No one saw me and assumed I deserved shame and neglect
I walked around today and was rich with respect
I didn’t try to get ahead using money or power
Just happy not to have to beg, head hung in a cower.”
He gripped his locket and thought of important things
And knew he held close what really pulled the heartstrings
The rich man nodded and shook the poor man’s hand
Perhaps he’d been living with his head in the sand
The next day he went back but the poor man was gone
All that remained was the cardboard he’d slept on
And a locket from a pocket that escaped from a hole
A picture inside of a woman that warmed his cold soul
He decided to use his wealth for more than his greed
And never turned a blind eye to someone in need
He began to see people in a much different way
And perhaps it was himself, who became rich that day
"Sunsets are loved because they vanish." - Ray Bradbury
Days like this, I could forget
If they were all to vanish,
Come to an end in a sunset
Black clouds I'd ever banish
If they were all to vanish
As skies of orange and blue,
Black clouds I'd ever banish
If that were so easy to do
As skies of orange and blue
Take place here, now and then,
If that were so easy to do
I'd paint them with my pen
Take place here, now and then
Needed for only a little while,
I'd paint them with my pen
If only I had such style
Needed for only a little while
Come to an end in a sunset,
If only I had such style
Days like this, I could forget.
There is little love here
We are all just giggling gossipers
Seeking praise from one another
Why do I resonate with such plastic truth?
How can I empathize with an evil flaw?
We are all stupefied mortals
Strung in with the same strands of death
And even if I wanted,
I can never set myself apart from that
Unifying fact "We all have issues"
Yeah, drag me in with your empty exhilarations
Your grouping condensations
Look me in the eye when you say it
Make it personal
Make us all laugh
Make us all hide
But we cannot deny
It's a human thing
We are sorely universal
And there may be love to be found here
When we lay all these truths down
So smile on
And sail the next one
Onto the open sea
To sink alone.... Focus on the next
So the other star seems less bright
As you burn on just a little longer more
Only to die in the same waters
In the same engulfment of reality
When you know longer can speak
While some other unreliable fool
Tells your story
To other loveless fools
October 16, 2018
You proclaim that every woman here is a paragon.
Isn't women's subjugation still a phenomenon?
Only a small minority of women might feel well.
Isn't the life of a rural girl here often a hell?
"They're in aeronautics, you say; they're in astronautics."
"Aren't they epitomes in the empire of robotics?"
Thus, you endlessly recount the progress of politics.
I see the rustic girls carrying hard crucifixes.
I've come into existence, having escaped foeticide.
To all, I looked like a piece of debris from a landslide.
They tried to kill me many times, even after my birth.
Could this feather be a heavy burden upon this earth?
My brother looked good to them in sleeping and waking.
I had to work hard to the extent of my back breaking.
He's sent to school. I was not. I had to take care of him.
I had to stand, smile, and say yes, as per everyone's whim.
I work from the time I rise till the time I go to bed.
Most of my life is spent in the kitchen and cattle shed.
How many eagle-eyes of men gape at me each moment!
Within me, I ferment with a yeast of embarrassment.
I wear a veil in adherence to societal norms.
Thoughts of disgraces and rapes awe me like summer storms.
I feel like prey and am unsafe from human predators.
I'm harassed often like a debtor by the creditors.
I am auctioned and sold in a fair called arranged marriage.
Who's worried, even if my spouse is my grandfather's age?
I am a machine for his carnal pleasure and childbearing.
Who appreciates my nature of caring and sharing?
I obey my father, my husband, and my son.
I know; I'm weighed down by the burdens of men who seek fun.
I do not pity myself, yet I live up to my goal.
Though they're harsh on me with their wrath, with love I fill my soul.
We preached passivity with violence
While spewing raucous vitriol
Offered all inclusion
Beneath a tie-dyed flag
Whispered to the innocent
Of the evil’s oh so near
Supported certain candidates
Just to get their ear
Taught kids how to rant and chant
Not how to understand
Promised them the everything
Of the nothing in our hand
Then promised them at bedtime
There’s a god that has a plan
We wished to keep them mindless
Thoughtless and uninformed
To cherish being average
And well within the norm
Finally, convince them
To fit in they must conform
John G. Lawless
©6/25/2023
LEARN TO LIVE FOR ONE ANOTHER
Simple are the laws of pristine nature
Flowers bloom, birds sing in simple manner
*****sapiens didn’t foresee mind of future
How complex it’d become on verge of being sinner.
Evolution constructed sets of human values
Empathy embedded in good will became a trait,
An axiomatic need, survival instincts invented to use
In structured societal norms not resigned to fate.
Complex times clouded the modern minds’ vision
Altruistic intents appear shrouded by motive ulterior
Social chaos sends dire message with asseveration
It’s time now we learn how to live for one another.
March 29, 2018.
When you cross colors with you, color bleeds right through.
You then become an image.
Imagine that…
Is black considered as bad?
White is surely lesser more.
Fore-why wonder-what for—
Soar ecliptic in response to…; to who do you?
Too whom…?
Who what wonder for why colors bleed through our inner core?
Pour hearts out, floor core heart…; without doubt.
I prefer contextual words. Pictures seem to be the more for lesser is board.
On the exterior is judged by an individual, seclusive interior.
Some feel better than you, for manly man me feels subconscious; inferior.
Devolution is taking its place; right in plain sight of personal face. Lied to for you…
Lied to for whom!?
Do what-wonder you do.
Any color blind mind settles for lesser more few.
What’s a matter with you?
Blame him.
Blame her.
Cuff her up and label him enslaved by disclaimer.
Hate me.
For not hate you-You-and-YoU!
It’s your fault.
It is not mine.
Together our hearts explode when such stigmatic colors kalide.
-Ironic Zinc
inspired by El Dub’s Picture perfect post.
2016
Naiveté wraps the child
until the chills slowly
begin to snuggle in,
smothering the illusions leaving
the residuals of sickness
and disappointment
that is man.
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Contest: Fallen
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
Entrant: Rob Carmack
Written: 11.29.15
Word Count: 25
My person was the entire human race. As a child, I viewed adults as ethically advanced and emotionally stable. Thought of world as an Utopia – the best trip I ever had. From this disappointment, I was given the contrast to appreciate forgiveness and those I found that are advanced.
some level of falling from grace happens in slab city
its twisted humanity
when kindness stops being nornal
when green crusaders are dismissed, unseen
like burying waste in landfill
city of slab-stick
where we live normal lives within shuttered malls
affluence superimposed on poverty
can anything mellow us
with nature clotted under sprawl
here
within plated walls
breeding, feeding, receding
unable to bend the city to one's own wishing
to carry on with things just as they are
slabs pinned to the ceiling of mind
sometimes shutters open
to sun-dappled streaks on slab walkways
what are we to make of the dandelion in the crack?
a dark energy blooming between comfort and chaos
maybe we can piggyback on the hope of others
when small acts radiate
like children who empty their piggy-banks to charity
or laugh in summers of safe places
towers girdle the city
midst what we crave for but can't always name
in our stash of consumer baubles
urges like a swollen river
our weak stock options that never find a ladder
in the meantime we tread on - hungrily
If idiocy and democracy could carry the blame..
If intent and purpose were one and the same
If love and life wasn't such an uneven game
Before even a given name, it goes from whence it came.
If morals and law walked hand in hand.
If time and destiny weren't found in sand.
If emotion and words were something on which we stand.
Instead Doubt and controversy lead to mayhem.
If money and power only created beauty.
If compassion and understanding were the call of duty.
If chaos and exhaustion were rutti tutti.
If each step down every path was leveled up by fractions
If gifts and praise had no retractions.
If thought and empathy were contained in actions
If interaction held no distraction but this kind of stuff just never happens.
If information was in communication.
If explanation wasn't up for interpretation
If generations could just find the combination
Then a divine creation wouldn't be destined to obliviation.
If lessons and trangressions were viewed as blessings
If expressions and impressions weren't just suggestions
If a reflection and it's perception were never misconceptions.
But exceptions and questions are wrongly mistaken as regression. that they lessen? Disable progression?
If sympathy wasn't held captive mentally.
If empathy was done intentionally.
If our identity was restricted to serenity.
But this isn't reality.
All the if, and, but has presented me the necessity of questionability of many. Like the integrity of loyalty and the complexity of morality. All this fumbuzzles the hell out of me.
For the prosperity of this entity rest primarily with the ability to rationally see thru with fierce intensity what fundamentally makes us human.
Delusional Variety.