We’re in a young-love recession.
Gen Zers are slow to trust and averse to risk,
we have, it seems, a particular social nervousness
about interpersonal exchanges and the symbiosis of love.
So we resort to situationships (undefined relationships),
a stratagem for closeness, with zero commitment.
You can flirt; you can kiss; you can dance.
You can have a crush so big it blots out the stars
You can have transformative romantic encounters
you can care deeply and get hurt badly
you can, in fact, be absolutely wrecked by love
All without ever being in a relationship.
Thank God we’re only young once.
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Songs for this:
Die With A Smile by Lady Gaga & Bruno Mars
Busy Woman by Sabrina Carpenter
In the dark recessions of the corpse canals,
Where the breaking of bones sounds the eerie air like the clanking of bells,
Where the tearing of tendons whistle and hiss,
Echoing across blood water lakes laced with piss.
Found deep within a Carcass Catacomb, where the restless undead candidly roam,
There are, unfortunately, the unlucky few who call this home.
Sunken cadaverous corpses sink restlessly, forever seeking to escape and flee,
If not entrapped within an infernal sea, suffering in blindness with naught to see.
There! Deep below swim the loathsome drowned, cursed to breathe the contagions of innumerable ilk whilst eerily unfound.
And so to the canals are they forever bound, with rotting bones whiter than milk,
flowing in a surrendering of flesh, bleached flags of corpse silk.
So many times our lives rearranged
Resilient we are, accustomed to change
Wars, Revolutions, Coups and Upheavals
Plunder and Pillage and assorted evils
Recessions, Depressions, Runaway Inflation
Calls for austerity and eating food rations
Bankruptcies, lay-offs, terminations
Then all of a sudden, rejuvenations
So go with the flow, and just do your best
Give yourself one leg up on the rest
LeftHemisphere cultural dominance
is difficult to pedagogically say
without warm RightHemisphere nurturing
to win/win play
ecofeminist prominence
Each
and every Green EarthMother
cooperative day
Gathering in slow winds of resistance
fire circle disarray
gardening soils display
cleansing waters
repassioning souls foreplay
Singing Her circling say
"We Are Our WinWin World"
while easily dancing
this bicameral TaoWay.
I crossed the line as I walk
the payment so hot the vapors Rose off the concrete
it's all consuming it began to talk
the footsteps shadow under the sunlight
people stepping left and right
the masses are capacity ripping and running
Some crying scared being shot by consumed passion
vulgar rants of accomplishments
None of which are heaven-sent but yet they are self-inflicted
Radical rational involuntary emotional bondage
Hell-bent on did choice of preference
All that's left is confessions and recessions of remission of sins
But just you got to have it your way but I am here today to say
I crossed the line and I walk
Help me Lord with all of my talk
Strengthen my mind's legs so that I can walk
Keep my mind fresh Heaven Sent so that I can talk
My soul can't be saved and they can't be spent used up or bought
I crossed the line at my walk
2/9/19
Perpetually Reasoning Why
Within the line of tedious thought a precarious perpetual rot
In a tensional tangled knot, an intensive intellectuals wrought
Passing sceptered seasons embroidered by relentless reasons
We look at times of turbulent treason a lacerated lashing lesion
Wise men with questions in peril of their secular seismic sessions
Renunciation of man's confessions reinventing recurring recessions
Evaluating evolved equations in reason of discursive verbal vibrations
Decisive declarations lost in humanities communal communications
A comprehensive cognition in realization of redundant recognition
We are the human condition suspended within a perpetual position.
Aug.25.2017
The Edge of Reason
Sponsored by: John Hamilton
And where the friends
Who look me squarely in the eye
Those fangled with new recessions
And past regressions
Do they recall like I
Do they insist on knowing more
To remember less
To wither from former glory
An aside to which
They subconsciously yearn from
Do they value what I
With its sordid aspirations
And intractable dedication
To lift up the ruins
For savory toasts and roasts
For shaking the vessels of memory
Too often coagulated and tarnished
By formidable scar tissue
To face the game in progress
Where art thou
Those providing hints and pieces
To my aggregate
The life infected goes on
Yet never knowing how the incubator
And its pesky conclusion came to rest
No matter
We shall see and sing again, friends
For you are what made my day
Which keeps the light burning
Throughout the fortnights
And commence we will to places
Only visible to our hearty sense
Of blurry facts and legends
That exist forever.
(10/27/07)
Relentless
I can feel the interrum.
It's at the very edge of a cliff.
My blood is racing through my veins.
My heart is heavy and stiff.
I didn't expect this.
Not for one second.
Sometimes I really resent life's lessons.
I love the rise.
Detest the recessions.
The suspense is relentless.
It's cruel and pretentious.
I can hear the irony ringing in my ears.
It tries to sing its theme song loud and clear.
I didn't expect this.
Not for one second.
Sometimes I really resent life's lessons.
I love the rise.
Detest the recessions.
Life's not fair.
But life really doesn't care.
The truth will never be less than true.
You either live life or let it live you.
The suspense is relentless.
It's cruel and pretentious.
I can hear the irony ringing in my ears.
It tries to sing its theme song loud and clear.
This time, it knows its words won't be heard.
Putin rides Russia’s pride
Cheers ring nation wide
Swept along by the tide
No matter, Putin’s stride
Putin derides all global calls
Jeering at the soft flung balls
High on the home-pep of it all
Playing pride before he falls
Before today Putin was creaking
Students raised aside his speaking
Syrian brokering coated his ceiling
Olympic grandeur won a believing
The party swings high on the pep
Unseeing past the next high step
Boozed out to the dawning inept
Recessions pill awaits there, swept
Putin cynically prides pop calls
Crimean homing serving the all
But the gain will pain, come the fall
Come the reality of Putin’s new wall
It’s swallowing will cost his people
Harpooned by his Bolshevik needle
Freedoms put-on by the Putin spiteful
And recession bites like a razer-ball
Putin’s pride, his hoodwinking call
Subterfuge designed for his win all
Knowing oppression awaits cat calls
When pride bites deep... before the fall
Streets made me, that's why I bleed cement
Your hour has come, your time is spent
My strap spoils fools, expiration date
Class was in, you din't participate
Raised your hand, it's good to ask questions
Pay attention, don't cost much, even in recessions
Beginning of the end, this is a take-over
If you're sluggish, better move over
Came from the bottom, now I'm elavatin'
Fully focused, like I'm testin'
Keep my eyes on the prize, ignore distractions
Reflexes like a cat, no late reactions
Ain't playin' in movies, but I'm quick to act
I'm an over-achiever, I never lacked
Like an all-in pot, I gave it everything
Married to the game, I got it a ring
Devoted to money, never catch me cheatin'
To me, getting paid is better than skeetin'
Hustling is like Viagra for making cash
At times it gets hard, and it makes it last
Contrary Mary dances with fairy’s while traveling down dead end streets;
Sunglasses jerry- his nose hairs too harry he dances to rock and roll beats.
Dead man’s alley’s and death toll tallies and autos built for speed;
Father O’Malley and victims of folly pray for all those in need.
And street lights take pictures while big brother smokes swishers;
While the people only dream of well wishes.
Trips to the alter home loans at falter foreclosure has called on the phone;
Some cash in on litter and taste only bitter while begging for change as they roam
The runners for office appeal to the caucus and many accept what they say;
And as they tally our x’s we hope for our Lexus but recessions the lunch of the day.
Hard Times in the USA
By Elton Camp
The desperately poor were once out of sight
So most of us weren’t faced with their plight
But some years ago, disaster started to begin
When the economy went into a bad tailspin
So that people who never expected to be poor
How they would ever survive, became unsure
Employment was lost and more couldn’t find
Millions of folks have got in a terrible bind
Even the moneyed who on interest depended
Commenced to see their principal expended
Those living in areas which were upscale
Saw their housing investment begin to fail
Some with pensions and insurance secure
All of a sudden found they weren’t sure
Recessions in the past saw thing rebound
This time, the economy isn’t turning around
In drastic cut-backs, we see more increase
It’ll get worse unless the recession will cease
Distressed in the mind
Lost in the notion
Leaving me blind
From all the commotion
How to sort out
These thoughts in my brain
What’s this about
A runaway train
To many thoughts
Built up so I’m full
Running to spots
Like some big angry bull
With my every idea
Its hard to stay sane
Like the stripes of a zebra
They are never the same
Thoughts leave impressions
To deep to ignore
Some are recessions
You may have to explore
Some ideas are golden
And some are just nuts
Some you may have to pardon
From the mind of a putz
Each notion has rules
That we need not ignore
Even you fools
Of this I implore
Can ideas fly high
Or be trapped in a den
My thoughts say goodbye
Though I’ll see you again
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