Making the mark
But it’s benevolence burst
Daunting and dark
A world that awards the worst.
Respect; it retreated
Future is frantically fearful
Discussion gets deleted
Tumult is tyrannic and tearful.
Riding the rails
Halfway heaven and hell
Fighting yet frail
Fortune? Forever it fell.
When you’re told what to think
By populist rhetoric and martial law
When you’re told when to blink
Twenty twenty two is nineteen eighty four.
When your mental health’s on the brink
From constant pressure galore
And your heart starts to sink
Twenty twenty two is nineteen eighty four.
When your only relief is drugs and drink
And your spirit is broken to its core
As they dismantle every link
Twenty twenty two is nineteen eighty four.
When your future’s as bright as invisible ink
Wondering; is it really worth fighting for?
When dreams so big are forced to shrink
Twenty twenty two is nineteen eighty four.
Sword says to Pen
“I’m tougher than you,
A cock to your hen.
You’ll suffer for true.”
Pen says to Sword
“I embrace what I’ve heard
And for your reward
I gift you my words.”
Sword was most pleased
Thinking Pen was relenting
And Sword’s bluster ceased
From the furious venting
But Pen sat and smiled
Knowing words can’t be owned
And Sword then beguiled
Had now been dethroned
Pen to Sword whispered
“Words belong to one and all,
Every madam and mister,
And pride comes before the fall.”
The Mockingbird calls the shots
While politicking puerile plots
The blood it coagulates and clots
And History memory forgot.
Tears pour down Sorrow’s cheek
Hope cries out bruised and bleak
A universal losing streak
Would you want this Earth if you were meek?
The sense of loss from Zeitgeist’s grief
Innocents incur broke belief
Future frowns at Tomorrow’s thief
While pulling teeth for pure relief.
In a world of fear and anguish
In a time of hate and loss
When you’re weary, worn and languid
When you’re nailed to your cross
Remember those that love you
Remember those that care
Remember those above you
And remember who was there
For this life is never promised
And there is no second go
Do your best to be honest
And cherish every second, slow
‘Cause when it flashes there before you
You’ll want to reminisce
On the moments life adorned you
With what love truly is.
The tree of life
Is embedded in grief
The rolling tears
Are a falling leaf.
Yesterday’s sorrow
Is tomorrows joy
Life’s tapestry interwoven
With death’s own ploy.
Mortality
Is essential
And impossible to avoid
But your essence and your
Spirit can never be destroyed.
poorman'sdreams 