Short Social Order Poems
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Young and energetic to the core;
Social order he tried to restore.
Having seen many like him before,
On his face people shut the door,
Thinking that he was such a bore.
Mere preaching people abhor.
The universe is a mercurial cloud.
Against its overbearing chaos,
I have only my words.
They are never solutions,
Only questions.
Always selective in their attention.
Always filters screening out
The subatomic assault.
I have only my words.
I scroll through cable channels.
I download all the apps.
How do I ponder a musical chord?
How do I arrange an ordered thought?
The social order is our agreement,
Our consensus on what exists.
On the edge
Slightly out of vision
Chaos
No, thank you
I’ll take my social order
On rye
Hold the onions
Hey, I wanted rye
Every day reminds us
Untidy chaos intervenes
Deny it and go mad
Face it and imagine war
To be involved in life is to be involved in battle
There is no escape
Cave dwelling aesthetics are fools
Thus sings the auspicious one
Learn to struggle
Honorably
Graciously
Nobly
It’s not about the win
Which, in any event, is
Ultimately
Futile.
Tired of overshadowin lies,
Of pleads and unheard cries.
Of the world we live in,
Of the way we with it spin.
Tired of all the politics,
Of the political hypocrites.
Once peaceful and green,
The world is cold and mean.
Tired of all the needles rules,
Of people always acting like tools.
Social order is barbaric,
Heartless and colder than the artic.
Lies surround is like air,
Within us it has it's lair.
We let is take our sanity,
Caring only for self and vanity.
Form:
On the edge
Slightly out of vision
Chaos
No, thank you
I’ll take my social order
On rye
Hold the onions
Hey, I wanted rye
Every day reminds us
Untidy chaos intervenes
Deny it and go mad
Face it and imagine war
To be involved in life is to be involved in battle
There is no escape
Cave dwelling aesthetics are fools
Thus sings the auspicious one
Learn to struggle
Honorably
Graciously
Nobly
It’s not about the win
Which, in any event, is
Ultimately
Futile.
A needed voice for the voiceless
To learn from failures and choices
As time moves forward
Blinded by delusion and perception
The hateful foundation that was built must fall
To bring forth the natural element to a peaceful life
Righteous inspiration growing from the people
Chanting for freedom
Dislocating a selfish social order
So the kingdom can fall, disintegrate to dust
The ashes of the unfortunate remain a sign
The sign of numbered days
Rise to hear the cries of those who suffer