Urban and narative poetry, vbog, personal journal
Troubling times….
I know my lack of hope for my country is low, so forgive me.
This sometimes distract me from writing, and in bordom, I wonder dark paths.
I mean, when you bring your own light.
As I wallow in self pity, do you like what you see in your country?
My self here, not one bit.
….that Hydra has taken over,
wearing make America great again….
….black boys being gunned down sleeping on a couch….
….or eating ice scream after
a hard days work….
All in the name of America.
Would he be cool with denying abortions, (women, back in the kitchen with ya, he, he!).
Would he weep?
Why are some women wearing
State issued chastity belts?
Cowardly men,
holding those keys.
Question these men,
They through a bible at you.
But as you duck the last verse thrown,
you see the reasons:
These men fear loss of power and status, an inability to adapt and not recognizing women as full human beings, but as cows.
And yes, to enslave their competition.
Hiding behind false truths….
Can lakes disappear,
water as far as the eye can see?
If lake Michigan drys up, will we see the Ella Fitzgerald?
And Lake Meade has a dirty bath ring, lower by stories.
Which would become scarce first,
the water or the electricity?
What of Vegas?
But no one seems worried.
I cry about,
the amount of polyester
in my clothing.
It is often cheaply made,
Overly glossy,
and likely to catch fire.
I cry about pass foolishness,
often forgetting the wisdom that
it taught me.
But I don’t know my beginning
or end, and thats OK.
I like to keep my head small,
to ensure that I can fit
through the door.
Thousands of Russian troops and armor,
on the Ukrainian border like some Civilization game.
The US, distracted from within by it’s lack of honor,
citizens losing their rights
like rotting fruit.
The homeless grow in numbers, as more chairs disappear and the music stops.
Billionaires buy more super yachts and
bunkers escape to,
But there is nowhere to run, nowhere to hide.
This isn’t the movie ‘2012’,
but the earth gets warmer still,
the ice still melting.
There are only rough seas ahead.
All the cows and sheep,
All the grains and wool
are gone.
Then we ate wolves and crows,
then all that was left was carbon.
We could not eat our money,
I mean, we ain’t animals!
Basic carbon is for the poor,
Premium is for the wealthy.
Basic carbon looks like two-day old oatmeal.
Premium looks like the
good foods of
old.
Yeah, still the same old
sh!t!
The right to bare arms,
(based your caucasianness?),
against an Government in the image of
Old King George?
But their wearing brown shirts,
their leaders king and queen by
Default,
when they don’t go to jail,
and you never hear the word treason?
Please, pass me the popcorn!
I’m an American.
Hi doggie next-door.
I wonder as you gaze at the rain
fall,
if you’ve ever been wet by it.
The discomfort, the glory of experience
being in it.
Have you ever chased other animals
for your survival?
Likely not I guess.
More likely, you’ve never,
like your ‘parents’ never had discomfort
or failure.
Alas, it is not your fault.
Like your owners,
are well feed
and bred….
I have recently started a life renovation project”, centered on learning new skills and practice.
I mean, the world is getting weird out there, and doing anything that earns money at home has become more than a bonus.
So last year I started using Skillshare.com.
I once I could type 21 words per minute….in the ’90’s.
That was fine for clerk back then, but now I need at least 40 to feel confidence to work at home.
I’m at 17 words words per minute….
Renovations are not easy….
Liferaft in the Abyss