Once a smoothed faced man
I , the one who may beacon with tendrils upon tendrils
of Vast artificial contentment
May become a wanton wanderlust searching upon searching
The path has become part of us.
Ponderlust.
A wondrous derangement.
An engagement of planes upon trains from Strasbourg to Thames.
A suave Lothario flagrantly wears his gangrenous fougere.
A disheveled man, Long beard. Shoes worn affray.
High society Woman in gaudy bedazzle.
What do your shoes say?
Did you have a cinematic life?
Black and white?
Will you wind back the reels
Of your 8mm
Frame by frame
Only to find you have been Alone, in a dark room
Nothing more than a spectator
Reduced to a Pair of staring eyes?
The Problem
By JFarrell
The problem: War
Why do we have war?
The big boys, the US, Britain and Russia
Sell the guns and tanks to either side in every war
The problem: Unclean drinking water
Why? The wars we enable pollute the land
But, also, we have water-purification tablets;
Why do we not give these away, free
Stop people dying through lack of safe drinking water
The problem: 30 dead in a burned out tower block;
Why? Facts (not opinion): the less fire resistant cladding was used;
Fire services did not have equipment capable of reaching the higher floors
There should start your ‘Public Enquiry’ now.
In these times of austerity it was not cost-efficient
To use the slightly more expensive cladding
Or ensure our fire services were properly equipped
Profit before people is today’s world
Profit is the be all and end all;
Profit and wealth are not the only important things.
People are important, more important.
Think on this, you rich, wealthy people…
Apartheid had to adapt to the fact of there being more black people than white people, or face revolution.
There are far more poor people - people with nothing, people with little, “hard-working, honest families” - than there are rich people.
Vive le Revolution :-)
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(photo from usnews.nbcnews.com)
She wanted so much more,
Because private schooling
And a 200 square foot closet
Is not enough space,
For a heart that wants to feel
What life is really like.
What life is really like
Is when she walked into the dark,
And ate leftover twinkies
From rat-ridden garbage cans,
Where stray cats would claw
Beneath the emptiness she felt.
Beneath the emptiness she felt,
The place where her memories began,
A place with lace-draped windows,
Gourmet meals, french pedicures,
Maids that emptied her trashcans,
And that became her dinnerplate.
And that became her dinnerplate,
Among a cluttered street,
In summertime the air was sweet,
Rotten fruit she couldn't eat,
And then awakened by a garbage truck,
As rodents scurried by.
As rodents scurried by
A passing stranger sat to cry,
No more than twenty yards away,
She watched another left to die,
Then reminisced of life now passed,
She asked herself, but why?
She asked herself, but why
Is someone born into this life?
And me, another child the same
Born with affluence so rife?
So ill prepared to see the truth,
She wanted so much more.
1:22 AM 8/2/2013 ©
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True happiness
doesn't come from the treasures
or wealth that we acquire
but the contentment
of love peace
and the place we call home
within our hearts and minds
our love for God
and spiritual growth
to which we aspire.
Peter Dome.copyright.2012.
Without her near, his love cannot exist,
His brilliant love for her he must eclipse,
How to mask such love but rule the world?
How to rule the world while masking his love for it?