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Hello, Cruel World…

Nativity and Death

What I offer to this world, this word doesn’t want.
That it’s been such a struggle is more than a clue.
How does it all affect me? My bowels are a mess.
I’ve made light of my issues, but now I confess
That I don’t have an inkling for what I should do.
I came with a few talents, but nothing to flaunt.

As it seems, the dark cloud hangs not over my head.
I am fully engulfed in it. None can I see
As a source of fulfillment. I cry right out loud…
Have I done anything for which I can be proud?
When the sole benefactor turns out to be me
Then it makes perfect sense that I’m better off dead.

But, of course, what seems obvious a remedy
Is a thing that society deems as unfair
So much so, it’s a crime among modern-day folk.
It behooves me to see I’m the brunt of a joke
Of profound insignificance. Shocked in despair,
I shall keep on expressing ‘til I cease to be.

After The Gold Rush

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Step Away from The Gold Rush! Please do so with haste.
It cannot overtake us. It can’t move that fast.
But it does. It’s the rush of a blanket of fire.
Though it glitters like gold, it is no one’s desire,
And the smoke left behind leaves the sky overcast.
That which was once a paradise is laid to waste.

Mother Nature compelled us once to this rich land
Complementing the ocean in elegant beach
And magnificent mountains. Like locusts we flew
And took on a big gamble, for all that we knew.
The rush then became statehood with magnetic reach
Across distance to peoples of skin somewhat tanned.

The rush of xenophobia filtered into
The fine fabric of governance to deal with crime
While the rush of gold nuggets came to but a few.
Laws that targeted immigrants was something new.
Things have increased in heat with the passage of time.
We depend on our leaders to know what to do.

Perhaps After The Gold Rush, as ashes are laid
And we have time to process events taking place,
We may notice that climate change has much to do
With how much we ignore what quite clearly is true.
The return of The Gold Rush puts us in a race
For our very survival, yet we’re not afraid.

Thorn Of Creation

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Pinnacle of Creation…? Are we the earth’s crown?
Seems I’ve heard that somewhere in my arrogant past.
We are made up of stardust. Although that is true,
We appear problematic from a cosmic view.
Climate change is no hoax. I can see that at last.
If we don’t find consensus, our world may burn down.

We are created equal. Does that mean we are
At the top of the life chain by virtue of wit?
There’s no chain in life’s balance. Its will to consume
Is its own sense of freedom to allocate doom
Quite at random. To nature we’ll learn to submit.
If we don’t, she may tell us to go fuck a star.

We’re the Thorn of Creation, at this point in time
And within the eternal. We ain’t about shit
Both in good ways and shallow ways in normal space.
We cry out to the cosmos. Bravo for our race!
We have rampant dominion. We can’t be unfit
Lest we’re given the pink slip for negligent crime.

Both Sides Now

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Dems protest our social ills.
The Grand Old Party thwarts their wills.
Divisive is one who instills contention day by day.
Most leaders promise change will come…
If not to most, at least, to some.
No change will come to lowlife scum if leaders have their way.
Who looks at change from both sides now?
I surely can’t. I’m thwarted somehow.
My own illusions are quite tall.
Perhaps I don’t know change at all.

Gut wrenching stories true to life
Expressed by people who know strife…
The disenchanted man and wife… Who yields unto their plea?
Not those who sit in places high.
Most human rights they would deny
If all in favor would comply with group insanity.
Who looks at hell from both sides now?
Who stews alone with sweat on his brow?
Will mad illusions brace his fall?
Right now, he knows not hell at all.

One’s nightmare is another’s dream.
Things rarely are quite as they seem.
Our system has embraced a scheme to undermine the deeds
Of he who has become insane.
I’d hope their efforts aren’t in vain.
Some look upon them with disdain, but stronger are the needs
Of those who have seen both sides now.
Tyranny we cannot allow.
What is most urgent is our call.
I really think there’s hope for all.

An Infectious Kindness

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There are those who are caring. I see this is so
By the look in their eyes and the warmth in their hearts.
It’s a blessing to see this. It strengthens my hope
That we still may turn upward our steep downward slope.
From the love deep inside is where all kindness starts.
It’s a fact seldom thought of but vital to know.

I was downtown today just to drop off a book.
On the way there, a parking lot hijacked my sight.
There were people with food and with spirits infused
With a shot of pure kindness from folks who are used
To behaving in loving ways and doing right.
Though I’d thought life is hopeless, I’ve gained a new look.

I’d decided to mingle a minute or two.
Had I known that my spirit was infection prone
I’d have made the library book last on my list.
They were giving free hugs. That is hard to resist!
Life convinces me no one is truly alone.
A warm hug and a hot meal does make the heart new.