Human
Love
A mutual surrendering, a collective uplifting...
A timeless spring, an offering, a beckoning, a following... Combining,
energizing, a river flowing, passion soaring... Growing, knowing, caressing,
holding... Having, feeding, attention, needing... Wanting, longing, aching,
withdrawing... Light fading, anticipating, expecting, waiting... Changing, calling,
fighting, falling... Fairytale fantasies, tearful pleas, un-matching
realities... Confusing, losing, touch, eluding... Rebounding, replacing,
contemplating, retracing... Not looking, finding, running, hiding... Using,
abusing, reusing, concluding... An end, those days, those ways, today... A
beginning, returning, in the mirror, looking... Seeing, redeeming, unsure,
believing... Finding, founding, internal love, parading... Sharing, beaming,
rejoicing, being... Practicing, giving, a beautiful life, living... Searching,
seeking, human love, releasing...
In the midst of this
global pageantry, genuine relation can be lost to cliquey popularity... As the
votes are counted, and the victors anointed, gifted by judges, whom often, are
wrongly appointed... The winners of yesterday, become the deciders of today...
Hooray, Hooray! The same faces, everyday... All decisions are final... As the
judge's axe falls... On a rival..? This literary world, feels like high school
all over again... I couldn't wait to get out, and I couldn't wait to get in...
Compete to win, compete to win... Am I gonna want out, once I've found myself
in..? It seems less about substance, and more about which ego's to stroke...
Playing by the rules, and how much shit you can eat, before you choke... Profit
and good, are not necessarily the same... It all can be rearranged, players
changed, as anything goes, in the money game... For the last two and a half
years, I've given everything away... Solid as an Oak in my convictions, without
personal or artistic restrictions... Now as before, I am a seed... 'Tis only
watering, from an honest gardener, that I need... I will never beg, and never
plead... Alas, as before, I am a seed... 'Tis only watering, from an honest
gardener, that I need...
The Poisoning of Peace
Our youth are ill, as they are inspired to
kill... By movies glorifying blood and gore, poisoning peace, and hyping up
war... Oh God please, how much more..? Selling violent games in videos,
screaming and horror, in stereo... Children glued, eyes focused and alert with
intent, to be cruel... Is it make believe, when around the globe, it is a
reality..? Alas, for our children, there seems to be, no free time for
pretending... Plenty though, for molding, conforming, restricting, &
programming... Training for the daily grind, and brain washing for the front
line... No child left behind... For there is profit to be made, in the shaping
of their minds... School work, homework...Work, work, work... A future full of
berserks..? I feel it is time, to allow
our children to color outside of the lines... Free time, equals free minds...
Though it is by example that we lead... And out of such pretty troughs we
feed... A good job is all they'll ever need... Here's a book with all the answers,
if you want to succeed, read... Or better yet, just take a nap... We have their
innocence in our laps... With their best intentions in mind..? In the
beginning, perhaps... Though now, a sickening relapse... Training towards
mediocrity, and fighting for the leftover scraps... Parental responsibility,
has dwindled, and is almost gone... Phones in ten year old hands, relaying
guidance from a far, as they are comforted by digital arms... Pavlov's dogs,
bells & alarms, choreographed activity's, on fenced-in yards... In a world
where Neighbors are now strangers, and strangers are teachers, and once a week
preachers... Disney pacifies, as DVD's baby sit... Just put a movie on, when
the children throw a fit... Are the parents to blame, for being caught up in
this system’s separating game..? Only if the players can still feel any
shame… After all, this game, has been
multiple generations played... As the course has been stayed... Over and over,
replayed... Though you all can see, I've gained the knowledge to break free...
Watch out!! Matthew has an insight gun, intent on an enlightening spree... The
game only works when you play... You may feel secure and comfortable today... A
job and good pay... Haven't you read..? Unemployment is rising... As our jobs
are being outsourced, and the Dollar is Capsizing... There have been many
throughout history, who've said "this couldn't happen to me"... Look
at Germany and listen to the Jews, about how they were fooled by the Nazi's...
Economic reclaiming is often referred to, as ethnic cleansing... It only took a
couple of generations, of citizens not withstanding... For the murder of
millions, and their ashes to begin landing... They tell me Hitler was crazy,
though who funded him monetarily..? The same banking monopolies behind the
curtain... Whose descendants are holding the strings, profiting from both sides
of a war, for certain... ‘Tis an old game, heightening fears, profiting from
misery and tears... Perfected by Rome, with iron fisted rule... Using fear and
intimidation to control the masses, terrorism is the fascist's favorite tool...
Predator's scare fish into a ball... As they pick them off, one by one, and
eventually, them all… There is strength & safety in numbers... Though not
when we are hiding behind each other... It all begins individually, with
understanding the need, for peaceful unity... Masses of like-minded people,
thinking positively...
Not a collection of scared individuals, hiding
behind a mask of group mentality... We are all the same energy, though we are
not all on the same frequency... I believe Facebook, an excellent way, to begin
to get on the same page... We must keep in mind however; the director controls
the stage... As our government is expanding ever larger, and the private sector is weakening and shrinking
ever smaller... The American dream has been reduced, to a cubicle in the
machine... In all of our futures to be a mass awakening for sure... Via the echoes of marching boots, and the
kicking down of doors... Or the way of Gandhi, arms linked in peaceful unity,
singing "we shall
not stand to be slaves anymore"...
Matthew
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