Wearing bonds invisible
Yet indestructible.
Find them.
Free them.
Bring them home.
Traffick, pimp, and whore,
And some are just next door.
Find them.
Free them.
Bring them home.
Some talk of peculiar institutions,
Others speak of restitutions.
Find them.
Free them.
Bring them home.
Slavery is alive and well today,
No matter what you say.
Find them.
Free them.
Bring them home.
Retirement blues you ask?
nothing of the sordid sort for me.
my life, a twilight zone of new
cause and effect with no outer
limits of things to do---no negative
schisms of a bored being waiting to
cash it in, kick the bucket, roll over.
loneliness? a state of mindless critiques
of forgone measures of no importance-
toddler steps toward ever existing Fun.
ageful wisdoms of calm bearing,
a rediscovered sense of peaceful purpose.
I've paid my past emo debts and made
reasonable restitutions to those wronged.
Now is my place of impermeant residence,
Then was just a house of cards.
Let the party begin.
We can all begin each day with firm resolutions
To do everything viewed as morally acceptable
Not causing problems, being a part of solutions.
Surrounding us already are too many pollutions
Believe not that our good acts are imperceptible
We can all begin each day with firm resolutions.
One person, one deed can start a revolution
Let it be from acts that are morally impeccable
Not causing problems, being a part of solutions.
We seek not for our moral goodness restitutions
A fault to which so many humans are susceptible,
We can all begin each day with firm resolutions.
Thinking this way leads to awesome conclusions
Everyone of us can be among the exceptional
Not causing problems, being a part of solutions.
The first step, I believe, is tomorrow’s execution
Of the will to make ourselves morally accessible,
We can all begin each day with firm resolutions
Not causing problems, being a part of solutions.
written July 19, 2021
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Darkness Within Time
Many a man thinks of many constitutions
That he wants only a simple reason
To which he can make any restitutions
In any circumstance to surpass in every season.
Having known full throttle he’d think of wanting to drink
Among in his thoughts, so he wonders if only one could finish
off without sync
His head may become like a pounding endless hammer
He then reaches for another for he need not even wonder.
Fool said I, he’s only hiding his weariness of pain
How can he relinquish her face outside of his mind?
How can he not see how the drink is only his endless piece of grain?
Of sanity smallest excrement to the guileless of impurities well kind.
He then now walks as in the darkness of time
His soul has been fighting an endless game that he doesn’t know
That he has been walking in a darkened lot where there’s minimal crime
He’ll then fly on home where in the distance there as he must go.
Written: 2/3/15
Yvonne De Carlosa
Darkness of Time
Many a man thinks of many constitutions
That he wants only a simple reason
To which he can make any restitutions
In any circumstance to surpass in every season.
Having known full throttle he’d think of wanting to drink
Amongst in his thoughts, so he wonders if only one could finish
off without sync
His head may become like a pounding endless hammer
He then reaches for another for he need not even wonder.
Fool said I, he’s only hiding his weariness of pain
How can he relinquish her face outside of his mind?
How can he not see how the drink is only his endless piece of grain?
Of sanity's smallest excrement to the guileless of impurities well kind.
He then now walks as in the darkness of time
His soul has been fighting an endless game that he doesn’t know
That he has been walking in a darkened lot where there’s minimal crime
He’ll then fly on home where in the distance there as he must go.
Written: 2/3/15
Theresa Marie C.
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