the world

A Change is a Coming

A Change is a Coming

 

(inspired by a Bob Dylan masterpiece)

 

Can you feel it in the air?

A subtle change in temperature;

A noticeable change in the wind;

An electrical charge in the atmosphere;

Change is a coming.

 

North Korean nuclear tension;

An Arab spring, turned to ISIS slaughter;

Right wing groups, vocal, and on the rise;

Young people stabbing each other to death;

A change is a coming.

 

The West feasts until it vomits, to feast again,

While the rest of the world starves;

The West closes its borders,

Abandoning the world;

Change is coming.

 

Change is coming;

But, is it the change we need?

It’s not a change I like the look of;

The world does need a change,

But a change for the better,

For all.

 

Change is a coming.

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

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Seven Deaths*

Folder: 
Dusk's Rule

She begins her journey, walking out into the false lights,

Having adorned herself to an image of one beauty,

Ignoring advice, warnings, of the deranged, deceitful,

Only moments take a world to shatter, to fall, crumble,

Vile violence that erupts, volcanic, molten, and caustic,

Ash settles and all stand to judge events, eyes with their truths,

No longer stoned, but still blamed--more defenders emerge.

 

So memories fade and justice forgotten by dinner,

As it were only necessary to eat, than to starve,

Comfort of dining strains not like emptiness to the mind,

And so breath becomes harsh, labored, ignored but still feeding,

Should the old masters know the method of rule was to board,

Lest their reign of offspring come to an end they should provide,

'Til we are drugged by our own gluttony, mind numbed to sleep.

 

Hail the kings of the shadows who gather gold in dim light,

They squeeze more than their fathers for every ounce within all,

Now forego wisdom of sly, quiet, rule for godliness,

Deception of beliefs creates those who believe their worth,

How a poor man may believe one day he'll rule with them too,

Ultimate trickery unto the mind who believes such,

That only they produce,  deserving all silver & gold.

 

But still fed, bed in home, staring to dark light, 'til we're old,

Brains no longer brazenly curious, thought disappeared,

Bottled into media fed facts, fast meals the next thought,

Born to believe, no desire to question the stated truths,

Because the question begs why for, while sustained by full draught,

Become the rebel when not I suffers, the self right rules,

Before the eyes 'tis easier to turn head, than legs stand.

 

However, there are those who recognize and make demand,

Which calls forth the animosity of powers to be,

Striking peaceful protesters in pure misplaced mad power,

Only those who bow should not be struck, care not you or me,

So begins the slow awakening, threatened from above,

Should you wake from the slumber, risk being silenced, sliced, slain,

Strive, survive, to strike back against the slithering serpents.

 

Let peace find all, empowering light and love, leave out hate,

Lest it begin and bred again from desire from the dark,

Sight of the future, of those who had before, all items,

Don't fill the heart with poisoned wants promised from the fallen,

Corruption of the core, the cause caved and again sullen,

Green gems and glistening gold tugs at the shadows within,

Pulls purity out, so starts cycle of withering.

 

Fight against all sins that should make pride die, reborn hubris,

Disaster and desire are the same, anger and love,

Destructive and creative, we revere our reflections,

Hope glistens while despair darkens, balance our traits and talents,

Evolve, eradicate the unbalanced existences,

From monstrosity to magnificence humans emerge,

For that, pride may exist, but only an ounce, lead with love. 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

*May be altered to include more rhymes later. 

 

It may be a while until I can muster my might to come back and alter this, to polish it as it were. :P 

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Indifference

It was a hot day, I think,
as I watched the spider eat the fly.
Someone else may have turned away,
or killed the spider and set the fly free.
But not me.
I watched as the spider ate the fly.
As I ate myself.