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A decade of growth and decadent boom
People didn't mention the debt elephant in the room
It was the charge of the bull
Many pockets were full
The search for a higher return was the motivational pull.
But whilst stocks and shares rocked and flared
Investors held their breath in shock and fear
They seemed to forget that markets go up and markets go down
Because as long as uncertainty shows up, the cycle goes round
But to be fair the times were good, and returns seemed sure
The earnings of many corporations, continued to soar
The zeitgeist was the age of prosperity, profit and greed
It wasn't the time to question sustainability or question the need
Many financial advisers advised that it was the right way to go
"You should take advantage now, while all these rates of interest are low"
So many consumers took out mortgages, that they just couldn't afford
Including the 'sub prime', with bad credit, and of course the poor
But let's not forget, that the consumer went along, and played ball
Creatures of habit responding to the mating call, that beckoned us all
Deposits levels came down, loan-to-value went up
House prices bubbled and brimmed and we all drank from the cup.
Now the banks merged all of these mortgages together in lumps
Sold them as safe bets to investors, who were taken for chumps
Then the US housing market crashed
Now comes the the consequences
Unsurprisingly mortgage repayments started to slump
So called safe investments soon became worthless as junk
Families who had homes repossessed now facing the funk
Securitisation of mortgages now seemed so dumb
Regulators appeared powerless, dozing and numb
Lehman Brothers collapsed. America sneezed
The world became infected. Financial markets siezed
Governments and Central Banks now stepped into the fray
To prop up a system, that should have been reconfigured that day
Many banks were bailed; too big to fail.
The bankers who were at the wheel, too big to jail.
The humble tax payer was forced to post the cash
And many years later many banks still owe this cash
So the world was saved but here's the 'but'
The pubic purse was utilised, to escape the rut
Now all society must pay the price; take a hit to the gut
And suffer the pain, of historic public services cuts.
Mike Concise © 2015
www.mikeconcise.com
This is a colabration of Shane, Dhruv, and Deborah
Buzz, Buzz
catch the fuzz,
it's all a big fus this buzz,
heros of literature use good buzz words,
knock buzz, it's all a fuz
its time for all this fus,
quarel tantra mantra anger song literature anger jam,
superherores knock before the clock clocks,
superheros do the tantra mantra,
the simple life dance,
with simple talks,
the secret is out,
superheros do coloberate,
colors do shout,
Naga Anthemson talks Naga buzz anthems,
hush, naga can't get rid of this fuzz,
smile and blush like an x o yo,
Naga Anthemson beats the beat,
superheros without second heart beat,
death is angry,
selfless without feet,
Naga, I told you,
Superheros dont beat to shoes,
think of blues,
the times now are a few,
life has feeling with all views,
anger wishes are a struggle beyond screws,
the universe is universally beaten,
you have to take a hit like some jews,
it's not my writing it's beyond my self in your shoes,
Selfless buzz, it's also called a big universally known buzz fuzz fus beat, drew.
Written by Dhruv Pandya
I need a moment of peace so I can see what I need to see,
I know what I need to see definetaley not to lose it, but be a man and try to go through with
it,
I need time alone, we like to call it me time,
no games, no nothing just me time,
focus on my dos and don'ts,
my who and wants,
dont snooze don't cheat ,
just have time to be me
Written by Shane Anonomous.
A towering inferno,
Bursting though my veins,
Anger and venom,
Holding onto me,
with unholy, binding chains,
The driving force is,
Pitch, black, and corse,
A red hot sweat,
From my feet to my neck,
Exploding inside my churning gut,
From the depths of Hell,
This emotion does dwell,
The foulest emotion,
Has become a devotion,
Precognition beyond their ambition,
Like an overcooked steak,
That's burned to a cinder,
Too crisp to eat,
For it tastes like shoe leather,
Red hot poka dots,
Spin through my eyes,
The color of red,
Wrapped around my head,
It's ready to break,
Apart my heart,
For the utmost I know,
Anger you must control,
Drive back that dark force,
To the depths of Hell,
For such a horrific emotion,
Is too dangerous,
To be devotion.
Written by Deborah Jarell
My muse stopped by today
He knew he’d find me home
With this current virus
I seldom outside roam
The Governor’s making changes
Things are freeing up a bit
I sense with all this “freedom
Corona deaths may take a hit.
So many resist face covering
It seems an overbearing task
To slip behind that silly thing
When in public: Wear a mask
When I’m out & about
I see a “no mask” comin’
I step off to the curb
I don’t care to see’em grinnin’
I’ve seen some blow their snot
On the grass & on the walk
Where little neighbor kids
Draw pictures there with chalk
Folks think it’s only grey hairs
Daily dying from this stuff
But a growing number of kids
Are having it awfully ruff
Some may think the “old timers”
Are all ‘huddled’ in care-centers
So they can’t get it from others
Unless someone, outside enters.
Essential workers & suppliers
Must come and go each day
If one of them gets it from you
It spreads so easily that way.
I wear a mask for many reasons
Fear may head that list
But care and respect for others
I might offer here as a gift
Do I think they do much good?
That’s questionable as best
I believe they offer folks comfort
That’s enough to pass my test
For years there have been signs
On doors you enter by
No shirt, no shoes, no service
Today I wonder why?
Many claim "so loudly” today
Their ‘rights’ are being taken
As though “Basic Freedoms”
Have suddenly been shaken
This temporary bother
Of putting on a mask
Will surely not be extended
To an every lasting task
“They can’t tell us what to do!”
“We citizens have our rights!”
Although we can’t run naked
We have to wear our tights ;o)
We’re told to walk & don’t walk
With the blinking of a sign
Your dog poops in a park thicket
You will get the ticket. :o)
Next time you’re in a theatre
The crowd is still and quiet
Don’t stand and yell out FIRE
You might surely start a riot.
So you selfish “no mask” champs
Just go along your way
My only hope is, if there’s harm
It’s you that has to pay. ;o(
Written by oldbuck 5/24/2020
In the midst of the pandemic.
There is a calming sense
When flipping a jaded pence
A bit coin motion
Needing a peaceful mind potion
A pound here
And a beer
Does appear
From the dear
Working the bar
Remembering a war scar
Watching sport
Drinking not enough to spend time in a court
Lighting a smoke
With an innocent choke
Calming down hearing a humorous joke
International football match is on
Artistically illustrating what to do with the bomb
A subtle tap on the shoulder
If ones attitude is getting colder
Right wing, left wing forges forward
Birds in formation stronger and bolder
Attacking one man defending a net
Using a foot as a gunner on a fighter jet
Targeting a defenseless gent
Protecting the land from the aggressor that was sent
He can use hands to catch the ball
Diffusing an invasion punching it over a wall
Creating a corner kick
Staying vigilant waiting for the next trick
At times cards are pulled out
Making everyone scream and shout
Yellow turns to red
Ending the day playing dead
There is a box on the field
Connected a deal
Break the rules in a certain place
Penalties and Punishment differs not showing any grace
Outside the area show the stiff upper lip
Inside prepare to take a hit
Stand there in line
Not able to decline
Imitate the staring down
That happens when an enemy controls the town
While on an attack there could be a whistle
Aborting the shot on goal missile
Offside the flag is lowered
“Retreat retreat enemy are now the controller”
Could be heard
Scattering back waiting for orders to return
Forty five minute clock that continues to run
Until play is done
Broken up into halves
Hopefully the event opens communication paths
It seems the game has no action
Until a royal is distracted
A scoring mission successful in the end
And an advisor interruption needing to defend
Athletic competition is classified as peace
Losers are not deceased
Instead it is an entertaining show
Having nice pace and flow
Crowning a winner
Before both oppositions talking over dinner
It was the day you left
my world fell apart
lets go back to the day
before you walked away
you was going off about something
but I thought it was nothing
I told you i never kissed her
when will you ever learn
That it was never my fault (never my fault)
This isn't how i wanted it (its going wrong)
All grownup but cant take a hit (living a lie)
Loves not the only thing (hate is next)
But i could never sing (caught in a lie)
you never backed me up enough
you though it was a bluff.
I'm on this mountain, you and I.
This was you last goodbye
so now i'm sitting here
thinking of suicide (suicide lies within darkness)
Maybe I should die
you love was just a lie
now your gone like a suicide
deep inside where nasty putrescence resides
these razor blades are cold (like frostbite)
Dead on the floor;
So lifeless, so still, so sold
I drink this whiskey
Passing out again;
why don't u miss me (you never loved me)
you said that you loved me
I wasted my time;
cause you didn't as I see.
Sudden noises wake me up
i grab the whiskey and a cup
what happened to that day at the mall
i remember it all
i no its not just in my head
that day we first kissed
i was nervous and missed
yet your heart was calm (this whiskeys dry in my palm)
everything blew up in my palm
i just got back up
that day in the rain
i had everything to gain
but instead of being cool
i lost everything like a fool (I tripped over these stones)
So hard and hollow
My life is over
but this time i'm really sober
i grabbed the gun
i put it to my head, oh what fun
you ran through the door
i through it to the floor
i start freaking out
what is this all about
you said you was sorry
and that you was a fool ( you looked just like a kid)
I looked int you eyes
i said never say goodbye
you looked at me (the blood inside me poured)
I saw that it shall be
forever you and me
That's when i never say goodbye!
Name: Patrick Nonnemacher (this is the story of me and my girlfriend)
It was the day you left
my world fell apart
lets go back to the day
before you walked away
you was going off about something
but I thought it was nothing
I told you i never kissed her
when will you ever learn
That it was never my fault (never my fault)
This isn't how i wanted it (its going wrong)
All grownup but cant take a hit (living a lie)
Loves not the only thing (hate is next)
But i could never sing (caught in a lie)
you never backed me up enough
you though it was a bluff.
I'm on this mountain, you and I.
This was you last goodbye
so now i'm sitting here
thinking of suicide (suicide lies within darkness)
Maybe I should die
you love was just a lie
now your gone like a suicide
deep inside where nasty putrescence resides
these razor blades are cold (like frostbite)
Dead on the floor;
So lifeless, so still, so sold
I drink this whiskey
Passing out again;
why don't u miss me (you never loved me)
you said that you loved me
I wasted my time;
cause you didn't as I see.
Sudden noises wake me up
i grab the whiskey and a cup
what happened to that day at the mall
i remember it all
i no its not just in my head
that day we first kissed
i was nervous and missed
yet your heart was calm (this whiskeys dry in my palm)
everything blew up in my palm
i just got back up
that day in the rain
i had everything to gain
but instead of being cool
i lost everything like a fool (I tripped over these stones)
So hard and hollow
My life is over
but this time i'm really sober
i grabbed the gun
i put it to my head, oh what fun
you ran through the door
i through it to the floor
i start freaking out
what is this all about
you said you was sorry
and that you was a fool ( you looked just like a kid)
I looked int you eyes
i said never say goodbye
you looked at me (the blood inside me poured)
I saw that it shall be
forever you and me
That's when i never say goodbye!
It was the day you left
my world fell apart
lets go back to the day
before you walked away
you was going off about something
but I thought it was nothing
I told you i never kissed her
when will you ever learn
That it was never my fault (never my fault)
This isn't how i wanted it (its going wrong)
All grownup but cant take a hit (living a lie)
Loves not the only thing (hate is next)
But i could never sing (caught in a lie)
you never backed me up enough
you though it was a bluff.
I'm on this mountain, you and I.
This was you last goodbye
so now i'm sitting here
thinking of suicide (suicide lies within darkness)
Maybe I should die
you love was just a lie
now your gone like a suicide
deep inside where nasty putrescence resides
these razor blades are cold (like frostbite)
Dead on the floor;
So lifeless, so still, so sold
I drink this whiskey
Passing out again;
why don't u miss me (you never loved me)
you said that you loved me
I wasted my time;
cause you didn't as I see.
Sudden noises wake me up
i grab the whiskey and a cup
what happened to that day at the mall
i remember it all
i no its not just in my head
that day we first kissed
i was nervous and missed
yet your heart was calm (this whiskeys dry in my palm)
everything blew up in my palm
i just got back up
that day in the rain
i had everything to gain
but instead of being cool
i lost everything like a fool (I tripped over these stones)
So hard and hollow
My life is over
but this time i'm really sober
i grabbed the gun
i put it to my head, oh what fun
you ran through the door
i through it to the floor
i start freaking out
what is this all about
you said you was sorry
and that you was a fool ( you looked just like a kid)
I looked int you eyes
i said never say goodbye
you looked at me (the blood inside me poured)
I saw that it shall be
forever you and me
That's when i never say goodbye!
Hurled into the desert by a beatnik pilot and dropped off just above nirvana. I find myself in a peculiar yet remarkable position. I am now alone. I look out above the high sierras and find a moonbeam shooting down on the valley below me. I follow it down and realize it is not a guiding light but that of a 747 landing at LAX. I am up here with the coyotes and jackrabbits. Equal prey once I get hungry. I have a canteen full of gin and a beretta 32 caliber pistol. No directions no map. Who cares? The other thing I have is a tin full of sardines and 4 joints of some primo sativa.
I begin to wander towards the city wondering what I will find on my way down. I crank up a joint and take a hit of gin. Another night in city for me, its just a few miles down through the valley. I’ve been here before. Messed up on crank. They keep telling me I must survive. And I keep asking them what is it that I must survive? This ain’t no homeward bound trip. I slip into between rocks of billionaire’s homes hoping not to set off the security systems. When I get to the bottom will they pick me up or have they dropped me off for the last time?
I change my mind. I head the other direction. Away from L.A. trekking towards the desert and maybe home. At least there I have a chance of a new beginning. There is nothing left for me back there. I stumble and fall but I get up and keep going. There is something and somebody there for me. I just need to keep moving.
Sometime around dawn I awake from an alcohol and drug induced stupor. I think of heading back to L.A. it would be so much easier. Then a car passes and I stick out my thumb and she stops.
“Hey where you heading?”
“Anywhere but here,” I reply.
“Hop in I am headed for Santa Fe.”
“Sounds good to me”
“You like the Grateful Dead,” she asks?”
“Hell yeah I got some conscious bud here.”
“Cool”
And the road begins to wind to our future.
My heart, in a slimey slum of a demon pit.
Devils, who know me by name, start to taunt.
They mock, "funny how your heart can't take a hit."
they continue to hackle, "You can't even handle a human girl you want."
The visions in my minds eye of my hate for the fallen take whole.
Laying bodies in waste, what a mess.
Bloody bodies hanging, several demon heads stuck on a spear? No a pole.
My evil grin. My other self, "What a shame, all these beautiful bodies and no priest to bless."
"Awe!" they echo with a shrill,
"but you are there and we are here. What a inconvenient trill."
One shallow breath and a deep voice, "You might even be to weak to heal,
I bet, it is you, who we could kill."
The visions came fast, burning images in my brain.
Visions of ripping through demons one in the same.
A rational thought; This is what I deal with and I begin to wonder if I am sane.
I remember a pastor once telling me, that I am like a wild stalion, far from tame.
The vision ends. Communicating to them. "You weak maggot spirits," I grumbled,
"you know me by name and outcome." They all start to shake and to one another they mumble.
"I am The Omega, I am the end." Evil smirk. "With a thought, past your graves, you I can send."
They with draw back into the dark. Back to normal, sitting all alone in the park.
I don't have 2 haves of a spirit. I have 2 wholes in one soul.
I am more than full. I am way past whole.
I have 2 seperate voices, in my mind. Both function and work together.
Almost like we are 2 birds of a feather.
I can feel him sleeping sometimes. Like present and bearly aware.
I wonder if sometimes the opposite is also true? And out of our eyes, it is he, who will stare.
It does not worry me, it is just a question. I really don't care.
1 thing good about being 2 of us. I have nothing to fear.
Love's Balance Sheet
Love can never be understood,
It's sometimes bad, often good.
If you drew up Love's balance sheet,
How would all the sums of columns meet?
What answer would the figures give,
Positive or negative?
Value judgments would abound,
Would you do thinking that was sound?
Perhaps, if you weren't in Love,
Then you could rise above
All those things that color thinking,
As Love has left your reason shrinking.
In Love, a man might do anything,
Like kneeling, holding out a ring.
Secure in the knowledge tacit,
That he will, for Love, trade an asset.
That lovely ring of gold,
For the hand he wants to hold,
Through all the corridors of time,
Living in that Love sublime!
Studying long into the night,
There is no answer to my plight,
Searching all the tally books,
There seems to be no mark for looks!
If her beauty is extraordinary,
Does that make her value vary?
If she is rather plain,
Is that a loss, or a gain?
If you find one, that is quite fair,
Is she worth more 'cause she's rare?
Or, based on her physical condition,
Will she lead you to perdition?
Ever fearful that she will leave,
Unable to work, you sit and grieve,
Your income will surely take a hit,
If you can't but cry and sit!
Adding up all the factors,
Would you tell detractors
That Love is that deal that counts,
Many things, in all amounts.
True Love is its own reward,
And you will surely not be bored,
Money can pay bills, that's true,
But to hold it next to you,
No matter how you turn it,
It won't heat you, lest you burn it!
Love, on the other hand,
Will make you feel quite grand.
Love can make you a pawn or King,
It can do 'most anything,
In Love, you want to be a “lifer,”
But, to accountants, Love's a cypher!