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A winding, desolate road stands before me,
Covered in white ashy soot.
As nuclear winter stagnates,
Grey corpse clouds spill a thousand secrets,
While asphyxiating dust cakes a boarded-up shack in the faint distance.
Loneliness settles into obsolete bones.
I've been searching for what feels like eons now,
For any semblance of humanity.
Scarcity of food looms with each passing second,
For even the few remaining animals have become paper-thin,
Their skeletons protruding through stretched flesh.
A bitter cold silently encompasses the atmosphere.
Summer evaporated that fateful day,
Never to come again.
Continuing my treacherous trek,
I come upon the frost-tipped shack.
Peering through the gaps of a door half blown away by the aftershocks,
Hope dies, as once again, emptiness is all I find.
My eyes well with tears, only to be interrupted by an uncontrollable cough.
Spitting blood into my hand, the symptoms are getting worse.
Residual radiation is taking its toll.
Death's warm embrace will be welcomed.
But until that fateful day, I continue this journey alone,
Perpetually seeking any voice to ring out in a macabre, self-fulfilling apocalypse.
It's colder than cold but the sun's shining brightly
Which makes a whole lot of difference to me
Must have been born on a bright sunny day
To expect that's how each day should be
Unfortunately we must take the bad with the good
Helps us to appreciate the good even more
Gotta be happy with the skin that we're in
Cuz I don't know of any trade-in store
What if you were to loose the job that you've had
For years then it suddenly becomes obsolete
Sure a good reason to sound off just a bit
Need security to make life complete
But really no one else can promise you the moon
You determine how your life will work out
Choices that you make is totally yours
And strive to persevere throughout
So the bottom line as I see it are really quite simple
Less complicated is the name of life's game
Don't complicate life more than necessary
Soon be back to from where you came
Series of scattered suffused sufferings
sprouting from shocks, stress and strain
appearing off and on in agitated brain
sometimes igniting anger
sometimes to lament or repent.
leading to diffused despondency.
reflexing complexity of perplexed mind.
All disarranged disorganised
rather jumbled up creating junk.
How to assemble! ! Totally bewildered, confused.
Juxtaposition in jugglery.
Meaningless thoughts in hazard haphazard manner
get crumpled, entangled, coiled turning surreal
fumbling voice of unimplemented wishes.
Pointless feelings suffocating.
Unfulfilled ambitions grumbling in vain.
Trying to get rid of nuisances.
Peculiar unthinkable happenstances
coming in dreams in streams.
drifting on garage clearance
through nasty nightmare.
May be Freudian slip of subconscious mind
encompassed by smothered sensual feelings.
All fuels are exhausted enfeebling my venture..
In last phase, it's only to ruminate over long past
No energy left to plan for too short future.
Most ridiculous even to think of past achievements,
an those have turned obsolete.
Failure - Success , Love - Betrayal, Happiness - Miseries
are jumbled swinging in juxtaposition.
"Good Day, how are yer?"
You hear most Aussies say
"Good Day, how are yer?"
As they hurry on their way
Never stopping for an answer
In case of a delay
Because conversation is almost
Obsolete today
There is no time to stand and chat
To just talk about this and that
It's hurry! hurry!
Rush! rush! rush!
Everyone's caught up in the crush
Lunch is eaten on the run
A meat pie and a finger bun
All washed down with a can of coke
I tell you, it's no joke
People should make time to talk
Slow down, take time off, enjoy a walk
The parks are lovely, weather too
So next time someone says to you
"Good Day, how are yer?"
Take time to answer them and say
"Just fine, and I trust that you are too"
Is there anywhere cool?
Everywhere there is heat
A summer of 'Dog Days'
Cool air is what I seek
Not this mirage of haze.
Is there anywhere cool?
People wilt, sweat runs free
Even the shade is hot
Our home we cannot flee
Suffering in hot spot.
Is there anywhere cool?
All things subject to heat
Everything breaking down
Temperance obsolete
In perspiration drown.
Is there anywhere cool?
Yes, just wait for winter
The thought might make you frown
When summer is interred
And safety underground.
My thoughts are with all brave firefighters. A heartfelt thank you....
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The filaments of verbal expression of my father’s feelings
permanently persisted inarticulate between us,
accrued from considerate concern my father cultivated
throughout my growing years distraught in disarray.
He never said aloud what he thought, but just his look
spreading on me like the touch of his caring hands
assured me his silence was not mere negligence,
but a language of inherent interest in my future.
With passing years I learned to understand his silence
when in the eloquent stillness of his earnest eyes
I saw his demolished dreams quietly revive
to carve a garden path for me he couldn’t walk.
Hope was a beacon he always kept flashing for me,
ensuring to light up the course of my life in dark times.
Reassured, I took the journey to reach where I’m today.
Seeing what I’ve achieved I hope he’d be happy in heaven.
Being a father now I realize the essence of fatherly aspiration
is to become happily obsolete at the edge of time
when the son doesn’t need his protection any more.
The father’s silence then turns into profound peace.
As I walk the last mile, down the memory lane
I see across the sands of time fading in the twilight zone
his fossil footprints sculpted beside mine.
I yearn to hold his invisible hand to take me where he is now.
The memory is clear:
you lit New York City
with just a single tear
and the crowds wept with you
as did the world ~ i slept
late and missed it all
but the tweets and MSM
fell for you & me: Hair.
Teeth. Lips and tongue are
silently slip'in into dusty
newness |tears for our
obsolete smiles\Before cosmic
industry laid my bones &
flesh i have thought of you
somewhat too + scientific
wizardry began the gradual
stir of a forgotten muscle,
and you Screamed: "AWAKEN!
AWAKEN! You beast of half-
breed!"
(a focal point for hatred
right?)
But we forgive, we
forgive those diseased with
HYSTERICAL FRIGHT
an enigma squirming within
humanity's MIND!
:: 12-30-2016 ::
The jingle-jangle of coins in the cash register
and the ringing of the bell
The click-clack of the Smith-Corona*
and the ringing of the bell
The raw power and whistled shriek of the locomotive
and the ringing of the bell
The ringing bell of the telephone call
schools now use a buzzer – not a bell
Is it a better world today without these forgotten sounds
~ and without the ringing of the bell
_____________________________________________________________
*An obsolete upright, manual typewriter. (Sniff, sniff).
TWITTER NOTES
YOU REFUSE TO LISTEN
YOU DON'T WANT TO FOLLOW
I ASSUME THE TRUTH
IS HARD TO SWALLOW.
CENSORED THINKING
CENSORED THOUGHT
THIS IS WHAT
IS BEING TAUGHT
I LIKE TO CHALLENGE
OR DISAGREE
I'LL UNDERSTAND
IF YOU CAN'T SEE.
I'LL GO OUT OF MY WAY
AND ASK THE QUESTION.
WE BOTH MIGHT LEARN
AN IMPORTANT LESSON.
WHAT'S THE DIFFERENCE
BETWEEN RIGHT AND WRONG
WHEN WE DON'T AGREE
I DON'T BELONG.
I'M NOT YOU
YOU'RE NOT ME
PLEASE EXPLAIN
HOW OUR SPEECH IS FREE.
CRITICAL THINKING
CRITICAL THOUGHT
THIS IS WHAT
WE SHOULD BE TAUGHT.
TO UNDERSTAND
AND TO ENVISION.
LEADS TO WHAT'S CALLED
AN INFORMED DECISION.
JUST BECAUSE
WE DON'T AGREE
DOESN'T MEAN
I'M NOT FREE.
LOGIC AND REASON.
OR PROGRAMMED THOUGHTS.
YOUR RESULTS
ARE WHAT YOU BOUGHT
YOUR CANCEL CULTURE
WILL EAT YOU ALIVE.
JUST PASSING ALONG
A WORD FROM THE WISE.
CENSORED AND BANNED
WE MOVE ALONG
WHEN YOU'RE OBSOLETE
WE'LL DECIDE WHO'S WRONG.
Michael E. Harris
03092021
Looking into a crystal clear river, itching to bathe my feet
Water’s look shallow, I’m buried in thought gone obsolete
The trickling liquid beckons me over, promising of a cure
My reality is a long time stolen, faltering into life obscure
Torn between instinct and choice, ambivalence devouring
I make a compromise to dip one toe, not too overpowering
Testing water proves difficult, distracted by gaps and voids
Cursing and blabbering alone, answering myself annoyed
Anticipation is conflagration, expectation being unknown
Dementia doesn’t have a reservation, comes with life alone
One thing leads to another, I’ve wandered out of their cage
This river’s measured now, my toe the approximate gauge
Looking again find I’m knee deep, as memory starts to fade
Pushing out further still, forgotten is the compromise made
Keep wading outward, I have no comprehension of bounds
River is unable to claim me, my mind was long ago drowned
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