We'd go camping away from city lights,
two best friends, on the cutting edge of wow.
And gaze at the stars on warm summer nights,
connecting with the universe, somehow.
The world was our oyster, we'd shuck for pearls,
leaving our fortunes in the hands of fate.
But when we started hanging around girls,
our friendship slowly began to abate.
We drifted apart and said our goodbyes,
but that was then: this is now, and we've changed.
We're no longer those hormone-driven guys:
I'm sorry that our friendship got short-changed.
I'd like to start over again, my friend:
let's not let our forever friendship end.
In my dreams
I am limitless
Laws of nature
Are suspended
Force of gravity
Is amazed.
In my dreams
I can fly
Visas are
Not required
Immigration officials
Are bemused.
In my dreams
I am cashful
Bureau De change
Is short-changed
Demand and supply
Are hereby suspended.
In my dreams
I fly to Eldorado
Desires so real,
Reality realm in check
Dreams so real
Imagination is obscured.
In my dreams
I am free, so
Free to fly
Not on a broom stick
Sights only imagined.
In my dreams
My dream cars,
Arrayed in my garage
Chauffers lined up.
In my dreams
I am living my dreams
I don't want to ever wake up
My Dreamland my Gloryland
My impossibility made possibility
Dreams so real
Realism is bemused
Nothing is impossible
In these dream realm.
Alarm bells invades my world
Jerking back, to realms so real.
Alas!! It was a dream, I am awake!!!
(Written on the 12th of March, 2015)
layered silence
ego subterfuge
a comfort zone
if there be not
self-existent light
and ineffable peace
in a singularity
that is in self renewal
absolute and complete
abiding thus in itself
in restful contentment
so if we be not as such
we are short changed
06-June-2023
"A hand that gives receives"
Sad ! Sad to see we've been reduced to nothing but beggars
Lining up on the streets to receive
The same streets that we lined up our voices
Chanting out for change only to get weary, sit down & pick change
Call it short changed cause that's what it feels like
Giving up the long ball for today
Since we all looking out for ourselves
That change only feels like a drag to our progress
This days the streets are filled with businessmen
Yes businessmen ! Because they cash in on the sympathy
Only for them to go back to being "okay"
At night when they retire waiting for the next dawn
It's made the genuine voices get lost in the lines
Because they all look out to get something
Only to get broken promises and things not changing
Atleast money doesn't change, that's why they won't mind lose change
It hurts that this people could have had a life like any other
But because people lookin the other way
Policies ain't being implemented to the fullest
And making it even harder for persons with disabilities to get their daily needs
The PO£T
Is there a light you cannot see?
Is there darkness you cannot feel?
Do you need to know what you’ll be?
Do you need the world to make you feel real?
I’m a little lesser when I have more
Explains the more I feel when I have less
To have a lesser heart beating its core
Will I have the perfect death to finally rest?
What more do I always need?
Why not lesser... why is there always a need for something?
Is it because I have what I cannot keep?
Or the constant need to fill the space I’m short off from nothing
I think we are all short changed in life
I think we learn to expect too much
I think we are too bored with the idea to just survive
Simply why I don’t think we are living as such
If you have the light... what do you see?
If in darkness... what do you feel?
Do you need to know what you’ll be?
Or have you just yourself to make you real...?
04/09/2021
Life has changed
rearranged
feels deranged;
I've been changed
and short changed...
Still I breathe
without seethe;
Losing speed
I choose need
over greed
January 14, 2022
Sponsor Joseph May
Contest Name What's New
In the midst of myself I see all a named through a blame of crystal ball garbage self imposed heaps of anarchic monumental fever itches slowly coalescing compost inflaming frolicking one step beyond destitute drowned drained primal ascents like muted strands of character counts contents--a sugary benign bene-violence renewed every 4th year by death trite trickery, bumming freedoms long necked, sticky fingered bullet borrowed Bogart abandoners like cool coup indifferentials-----hangless gyrations coordinated catastrophizes counter culture aberrations seeming short changed a dimes worth of democracy voices foot and mouth disease we move through dead brain catheters dreaming of cellular open ranges of slack composures minus politico contractual ill tongued bilateral lobotomy laden binormals laying waste to unsecured raptures---dicey yet decidedly temporary but elipticaliplapsing any Gods forgiving truth and moral divergence by appetite arbitration. Hence a gamely time of fecal folly foot loose and fancy toe tag free---------all's well that entrails well.
fluffy delight
left by grateful spirit
found sometimes on headdresses
or risqué fan dancers
or Bob Mackie’s Cher costumes
decorative in all ways
especially if you are a bird
owls are short changed though
White ones, blue ones, red ones
I feel honored as I find them
Male peacocks though, oh, my!
Nothing better!
The shock that I felt was enormous,
as the tab on the cat food I pulled,
a fountain of biscuits shot out of the top-
the box, it was actually full !
I stood, disbelieving, bewildered,
this never had happened before,
I finally came to my senses again
and swept all the bits off the floor.
'Contents are liable to settle',
I've seen it on loads of foodstuffs,
in some cereals, where half of it is fresh air
and what's left is just not quite enough.
And bags of crisps, don't get me started,
whatever the flavour or range,
seven flakes, powdered crumbs
which just coat both your thumbs
and then leave your tongue feeling short-changed.
Forgive me, for always believing
(and I think most folks do, by and large)
that the air we breathe in now and always has been
since the dawn of mankind, free of charge.
So why do the makers of products
include something already free?
Just give us lots more of the thing I paid for
and leave all the breathing to me.
And when my time one day is over
and no longer am in fine fettle,
the box I'm carried off in,
on the lid of the coffin
write ' contents are liable to settle'.
The same cross you nail someone else's sin to; will be the same one used to advertise you.
The day gold became more important than bartering; was a time the world had been bought, and short-changed.
The time the world had been short-changed; was the moment within ourselves, our heart was corruptible.
The moment our heart was corruptible, prompted our souls scattering.
Now we see people selling their souls for worthless pieces of paper.
And we fashion ourselves as unrecognizable characters.
Woke people scream amongst the loudest traffic, but no one listens because gold keeps on glistening.
The crowd will pass an empty cross, and not ignore it. They pick the ugliest sin possible and say you deserve to be on this.
While going to Sunday brunch, knowing they too, deserved it.
Now, I ask you, was the gold worth it?
SYLVIA WAS AN ‘A’ STUDENT
and Alpha woman
The Abyss was bared, and malevolently yawning,
The deep black pit of endless loss to rile
You, and you didn’t know the world was turning;
And you saw the winter trees in mourning
You weren’t short-changed on their willing lack of guile
In the Apollonian myth - your soul was burning.
Telling time too true, that spring was coming,
But you let the yellow sorrow of your bile
Flood the Arcadian dark your soul was scorning-
So, you died, without ever learning
That your Attic grace would give time its shining dial,
You did not know it then, but the world was turning,
The aureole of dawn crept in, to us a warning
We only have our children for a while
The Austrian angst in which your soul was burning,
The sense of happiness missing you by a mile –
In our Aphasian gloom, your words are burning
Up rivers, mountains, roads, with a killing style –
You didn’t know it then, but the world was yearning.
FROM IN MEMORY OF HER 2004, 2008
The being , being of human in structure and form
O human being i have observed you, living lavishly
The being , being civil in manner and attitude but yet
Unable to maintain the civilian in the human being
Characterized by materialism , survivalism , then greed
O human being you have been short changed by your desires
The being , being separated from self i observed with great pity
Unable to deal with scarcity of resources , commodities , elements
The character of the human being is no different to that of a scoundrel
Driven by an unfulfilled longing of desires only known to the human being
In all the human beings trial and error on living , the human being speaks peace
But peace is not cheap , no bank in the world can afford the peace for the being
Being human in nature , the being is battling with self betrayal
The animals are better of , the plants are better of ,
But the human being , being human is a big price to pay
The being , being human has betrayed creation in all forms
The betrayal is hard a burden to bear living the being an angry human
Only time will tell what will become of human , as being is all we have.
You stepped all over the depth of me
You tore apart the essence of my being
You short changed the altered parts
Only to realize what you thought was me
Was the illusion you wish you had
Now look at me -
Inhale the fragrance of an illusion lost
Of the manifestation of your mind
This is all of me
The curves
The smile
The walk
The sway of my hips
I know you wish you could
have a second chance
at walking all over the depth of me
Guess what?
All you see today
Was never yours to begin with
Walk away and watch me sway
Watch me dance to my own tune
Not the illusion of your warped mind
I got up
I smiled
I walked away
Watch me sway
While you drown in the illusion of me
©150920151518
I haven't got what it takes to quit
'just play my hand n' get on with it
some might pray or say it's written in the stars
Holding up answers with exclamation marks
toss an easy catch, all passions are released!
strike another match, noncommittal and care-free
you wanna' slow't down, then I'm gonna' get off
'paid for my ticket, now I'm not gonna' stop
'swear it's like a habit to be hoodwinked n' short changed
but this time we're gonna' go the whole, damn way
this time I'll go the, whole, damn way
down in the valley we were almost lost
with the sounds of the river n' the light so soft
th' jury dispersed when the judge didn't show
th' accused left standing n' th' case was never closed
deft slight of hand, murder in the first degree
void of reprimand, footloose n' fancy-free
the wraith on your mast and your blinking ****
will guide my stars until my days are done
but did you ever stop for a moment t'ponder
the loneliness of the wonder that precedes the thunder
the loneliness of the wonder that precedes the thunder
we got reports about wars of all sorts
being fought in and out of forts
the retort of some is to snort fire
right before they expire
breathe in breathe out,
twist, shout
scream liar liar with pants on
or off
short changed, and undressed
in the streets,
dead or half way there
far from home
wherever you may Rome
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