Glory be unto God for dismal things
And woe betide men for all that glitters
For crisp love which one must first true cash find
For Adam who our world to Eve gifted
For humanoids that could birth and make wives
For Bob, Brown, and their LGBQT's
For lost Gen X and the newfound Gen Z
For Trump, Putin, their godfather Ares
For AI that numbed my hands and my brain
For nuclear or viral doomsday, I say
Glory be unto God for dismal things
And woe betide men for all that glitters.
Once adored by beholder,
Soiled doves, fall in no longer.
From garden to minefield,
Avoidance is justified;
Inamoured, favourably yield,
Innocence gone vilified.
Once lured by sweetness,
Penetrated, unable to flee;
Trapped inside glowness,
Choked, unable to glee.
Memories gone masterless,
History, halted unspree;
Living dead and throneless,
To be, or not to be.
Since time immemorial
reading or by oral tradition
2+2 EQUALS 4
modernly with evolution
I discovered in practice that;
2+2 equals 5 when I pay bills
2+2 equals 3 when I receive a salary
PS. LISTENING SOMEONE OUT OF HERE
Old Spanish home
Compliments with neon lights
Blends age with freshness.
MODERNITY
place
& moment
a timeless
anguish
in
a
supposed
gathering
fascinating
reality
to enthrall
rendered
irrelevant
the
equivalent
evolves
saturates
with
insipid
unsettling
potency
perpetuates
as
a
fascinating
messenger
Our lives have become so simple
Yet stress and anxiety are at an all time high
We’re overweight and depressed
Extremely offended most of the time
We’re wealthier than we’ve ever been
We have more food than we can eat
We’re metaphorically and literally fat
We can't see our problem, nor our feet
We lack perspective
All of our hardships have been taken away
Our human nature that was developed in another world
Is counterproductive in modern day
We have to begin to take responsibility
Regain what our parents stole in our early life
Suffering will then become a lesson
We can minimize our strife
Life is now simple
The problem is our tiny point of view
Clarify and evaluate our place in this world
Then you can appreciate the human sacrifices that came before you
MODERNITY
such
a
rare opportunity
significant
&
individual
to
walk through
history
so poignant
these
reflections
of change
the tone
shifts
to
different
connections
to be found
everywhere
potential
& influence
borrowed
& learned
as a
source
of
inspiration
from
imitation
novelty
innovation
transforming
oft times
improving
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
Copyright © Brian Strand
Modern artificiality:
The woman becomes a clone,
carved throughout.
Estrogen turns to silicone,
art abounds...
In so many words
Let the beast take form
Let verse arise out of chaos
Let the tides shift
In favour of harmony
Blessed are the meek
Tinged with sweat
They have wrought science from paganism
Blessed are the misbegotten
Holy art thou not?
Implored to act in favour of thy nature
So we children of this new age
What have we in the name of the sun wrought?
To avenge is to forget also what started the problem
I write for thee
Thee, thou and thus tamely all who will know
And those that shan't
For thee all be
But one, differing in only virtue
And science and the new age
All from before as one
Wring the favours from the hands of thy ministers
Sacred, wretched values
Decree what thou art know
In the face of the redeemer
I know little
Enough to be careful
Wanting scarce often to be recognised
Better to be understood
Than misunderstood
Better to hold captive
Than be captive
MODERNITY
bubbles
away
in symbols
adopted
&invented
or borrowed
celebrated
as conceptual
embraced
as
mainstream
in status
impelled
by rational
ritual
in
constant
shifts
of attention
a diaspora
culture
of
ideas
of expanded
consciousness
perspectives
steeped
in the
fascination with
the
moment
clamour
for
self
attention
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
Art is everywhere, buddy.
Flourishing all around you.
A stimulus maximus.
80 arrows at your heart
All the time.
Yet you don't feel it.
It's too much.
You're out there.
Somewhere.
You're somewhere all the time.
While miracles pop off all over the place.
Who cares!
You're trying to keep hold
Of your 5 year old.
What if everything was given?
No work, we’re all living a life of ease
Apathetic, we sit at home
With no hopes or future dreams
There's no more need for higher education
We use psychedelics to expand our mind
We close our eyes and travel to exotic places
Eating gourmet food, sipping fine wine
We've already seen the consequences
A privilege extended has become defined as a right
But, when everyone is done
Who will continue with the fight?
Living a life of meaning and purpose
Manifest from blood, sweat, and tears
In an emotional attempt equalize everyone
We’ve digress year after year
We have to remember, survival is the exception
Extinction is the rule
How ironic, the self proclaim smartest of all species
Ends up looking like the biggest fool
In modern times, everything has been given
Humanity is now on its knees
There is time to turn things around
But its starts with personal responsibility
My car is modern
is forever in workshop
office of future...
shaking hands
relations search my pockets ~
I stand lost
14 January 2022
They said I'm a chip off the old block, but I'd never budge an inch
For it is of nature to bear the semblance of the one from whom you proceed
For it is blood to blood, nothing escaping
For that's nature's will
All we can do is to chop off the externals that does not augur well with the times we are
And that's if that semblance is an Ogre to modernity
~ semblance
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