Societies Haves, Have Nots
We all have something we hold close.
A memory, a fear, a dream we don't say
Tumultuous. A clearly audible and we all
have not adequate time to fix everything we
Wish we could. We have enjoyable days that
Lift us up. We have not the affirmation they'll
Linger.
But we keep shifting because pausing never
Anything preferable.
We have people who loves us, even if we
Not recollect to notice. We have not the
Faultless words to explain what hurts inside.
We have brawn we didn't know we had until
Life constrained us too far. We have not the
High living of choosing every confrontation we
Face.
We have hope, even when it's miniature.
We have not the map for what's in-store
But we walk regardless because that's what
Humans do.
Societies
Societies, cultures, ages, eras
Principalities, kingdoms, empires,
Communism and socialism
And the present can’t give a perfect solution
All of them have light age and top period
All of them have a beginning and development
Development, achievement, then gold time
Then decay, decadence, and devastation
All this causes suffering, poverty, and destruction
Just repetition and repetition. It’s a vicious cycle
Where is the forever solution?
Where is the answer?
Where is the peaceful
and eve-prosperous society?
In shadowed halls, I've followed the quiet threads of power,
Charting each muffled cry, its subtle sway in time,
Silently navigating the veiled histories held in their gaze.
Indeed, the world is more than a stage for veiled hands,
And the moon a silent sentinel of their secret rites,
In hidden rooms, the sacred vow shifts to silent betrayal.
I turn not to the relics of old secrets worn thin,
Nor seek the stark truths in ruins of ancient bonds.
Shadows are draped like promises, speaking of deeper dawns.
I've roamed the archives under the quiet moon's watch,
Untangling the snarled webs of alliances that bind.
Yet, they hold fast.
Sometimes, I long for the veils to be drawn back completely.
In the quiet corridors, triumphs speak their tales;
The secret heart pulses with the rhythms of old truths.
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Societies Shame
02/09/2018
Toothless grin implores
Pleading eyes so pained
People passing ignore
Beggar should be ashamed
Compassionless society
Lazy get a job
Regardless of sobriety
People lose all hope
Victim of circumstance
Job loss, mental health
Heartbreaking happenstance
Me relative wealth
Reach down deep
Cashless society
No place to sleep
One eye open nightly
No change given
Change a mans life
Suicide driven
Problematic rife
Never with cash
Unable to help
Make a mad dash
Bank Commonwealth
Change for a man
Giver not receiver
My helping hand
Made a believer
Help others I implore
So much to gain
My heart left raw
Society to blame
What is this curve of grace
the mimicry of societies face
that my hands flutter and tuck
in a feminine coy pretense?
How have I become the mirror of copy print
and my mind
the Abyss of self doubt,
When my ancestors were queens of battle?
….I have been strained of strength.
In a filter of male perceptions
I pose beneath a gaze
I don’t remember choosing.
Curse you Aphrodite.
For your lies and deceit.
For selling your hand maidens
to the strike of Zeus’s lust.
You have abandoned me.
I have abandoned myself.
Where is the audacity of my youth?
While I tremble at the crones final stage?
This was not to be my ending.
Self-hatred and loathing.
My own ineptness robbed
My own inner furnace.
My soul cold in barren wilderness
My heart stolen, and purpose foregone.
I’ve sold my sister coven
For the silver in an enemies purse.
oceans of fear,
waves of doubt,
faith to climb,
mountains abound,
trecherous winds to pull me down,
dangerous pathways i have found,
rise up from the past, look into the present,
grab ahold of my god, look up to the heavens,
never look down, keep pushing ahead,
yesterdays gone, your past is dead,
who you are now, what you could'nt see then,
means so much more now so keep looking ahead,
don't ponder your past, what once was so old,
leave room for the lord to reshape and remold,
understanding and grace he offers to you,
stay focused on him and watch what u do,
anger stems from fear, hate's never what it seems,
gently touch the hearts of the people so mean,
for you don't know their pain, what makes them this way,
between black and white lives an uncertain grey,
of what could be or should be, your mind will deceive,
their alternative lifestyles, their dissolutioned beliefs,
such beautiful hearts with disabled minds,
do you believe that you are the only one of the lord's kind?
he spoke to the outcasts, the crippled and maimed,
he showed them their beauty past society's way.
Often mocked as stupid
I am always faced with
the idea i am missing
something worth knowing.
I go to work. I do my job.
Preached to standards higher
than I can conceive,
I am everywhere and I believe
what I hear when
media gurus deceive
and try to convince me
that they stand for values
their own biographers deny.
I watch leaders praised
and forgiven for crimes
that would destroy me.
I go to work. I do my job.
I see my hours cut.
I raise children who
go to work and do their job
and are passed over for promotion
by someone who promises to do more
with less, downsizes, lays waste
and jumps to another position
before the destruction
can be assessed.
I go to work. I do my job
and I am the bedrock
on which the rest of society
dances.
Sometimes I go "postal".
On those days, everyone says
that they just don't understand.
"He was just so steady, never late
for work, always did his job."
Eyes shone bright,
And the furs were dull,
They had alert ears,
And jumping paws,
The litter was playful,
And gleeful,
They rallied around their mother,
As she protected her brood,
They were after all still half or less cats,
They had no courage to venture,
And kill,
So they pawed an ant or a fly,
In more of play than to fit their bill,
They fed or were fed,
I could not observe,
Neighbourhood kids had tied neck tethers,
In play and kept them so,
This was years back when I was home,
Years later when I did return,
I had forgotten the cat family,
Till I saw the tether around the neck of a full cat,
She was all by herself ,
And in the trade pretty active at that,
I thought by myself,
It was not only me as a human who had led life,
But the cat had had a full life too,
She was brought to adulthood,
And trained to fend for herself,
In fact she was probably,
Looking to have family of her own now,
Voila all societies do survive,
Ours as well as theirs.
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