cogs in a crooked system

wicked minds weave webs of deceit

nickel & diming the common man

so the rich and powerful can feast

masking their lies as standard business practice

schooling the new breed of MBA masterminds

on how to mislead and exploit the masses

what kind of world has the greed of man created

oblivious to god’s will

evil celebrated

mans’ value calculated using fica scores and net worth

brainwashed and conditioned to follow this elitist script from birth

there must be truth in money being the root of all evil

stronger than the family institution

choosing profit over people

becoming nothing more then cogs in a crooked system

morally bankrupt

slowly strangled by the bankers’ lynch-men

most of us oblivious to the real writing on the wall

forgetting that greed and ignorance caused the greatest civilizations to fall

breaking news!!!!

the earth shakes from more bombs and quakes

one caused by a quest for power

the other a lack in faith

tears fill craters becoming rivers of torment and pain – more like muddy waters

sings the blues

the blue eyed girl

sings for food

the people rise for change

mood somber

the quiet before the storm

 

dead girl’s song

 

no time for childs play around here
no jump rope
hide & seek
or jacks
the only thing dropping around here is bombs
heavy thud
smoke follows
fires burn and
we take cover again
no fun with friends or
walks to my aunt’s house with dad
those were the days
no school right now
too dangerous
the news brings daily reminders of just how bad things have gotten
mom always tells us to be careful
stay away from windows
don’t wanna get hit by no stray
sleep in the tub
covered by bulletproof vests
never know whose house gets hit next
always know where your brother is and
meet us at your aunt’s house if we get separated
no twelve year old should have to map out escape plans
no one believing in god should wish harm to those harming them
but i do
constantly wishing the worst
until i’m reduced to tears
but there’s no time for tears right now
no time for being a young girl
dreaming of one day becoming a woman
maybe a wife
having kids of my own
no time to wish things were different
that my people were free to live
as others do
no time to wonder why they hate us
or if i prayed enough
only time to hide
in my mind i’m free
thinking of happier days
no more war
no more hate
only love
boom!
no time for childs play around here
no jump rope
hide & seek
or jacks
the only think dropping around here is bombs
and i guess my house was next

 

broken

most pain is suffered internally
hers exposed
expression void
emotion depressed
speech silenced
nothing left but a shell
fragile
beauty gone
glow faded
good memories lost
drowning deeper in regret
darkness creeps
as the will to live slips further away
life is hard she whispers
defeated tone
she is finally broken

 

news

i sit staring blankly at the screen
unfamiliar places
people without names
yet news of their deaths move me
some in the name of religion
others in the name of
freedom and
democracy
tanks crush dreams
bullets shatter lives
hate divides man and
faith is lost in suffering
innocent blood is shed on the streets
the blood of men, women and children is shed on the streets
a mother mourns her son
the people mourn a nation
martyrs are celebrated and
governments are condemned
how many more must die
in the name of religion, freedom and democracy

when will the killing stop?

 

happiness

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

work hard, live little
acquire material things
things we equate with success, our piece of the american dream
a dream truly deferred, fictitious

yet we hunger for more
acting as passive participants
subdued by non-sense
racing to the top of a never ending mountain
no finish line in sight, continuous (cycle)

media bombardment, tel-li(e)- vision
constant reminders about what we don’t have or possess
position on the social scale
low, non-existent

reaching the end-point
choosing quality of life over material happiness
something tangible over insubstantial
figuring out the true meaning of life, existentialism

figuring out your true meaning of life
your true meaning of life
your meaning of life
your life, freedom

that’s the only way to be free
to be truly free
free to live
to love
and be
happy

 

love is a four-letter word

love is a four-letter word that means,

if i had to chose between you and monday night football, i would chose you (every other monday)

love is a four-letter word that means,

you + me = we, as in us, together

love is a four-letter word that means,

every second of everyday my thoughts are consumed by you

how our kids would look or how beautiful you would be in that wedding dress

love is a four-letter word that means,

no matter how grey your hair gets or how much weight you gain from your favorite cookies, I’m not going anywhere

love is a four-letter word that means,

je t’aime de tout mon coeur or

“i love you with all my heart” in french (yes, i speak more than one language)

love is a four-letter word that means,

la vida no significa nada sin ti or

“life means nothing without you” in spanish, i think, google translator

love is you and me, together, forever

 

life in General.

In recent weeks, I’ve been doing a lot of thinking about life in general. I’ve spent the latter half of thirty-something years “floating” through life, making decisions based on emotion and impulse rather than reason and commonsense. I refused to fall-in-line or conform to the blueprint society has prefabricated for us.  I guess you could say I chose the “red pill” instead of the “blue pill” (The Matrix). Meaning, I decided to live more of a free-spirited life, one with few boundaries and/or limitations.

While fun and exciting, this type of nomadic existence doesn’t allow one to settle long enough to “dig-in” and establish roots. Roots that would one day grow into something tangible or real. Something that makes sense.

Some may say that life is all about living to the fullest and learning by trial and error (experimentation). To some extent, I agree. However, when does the time come for one to “lay/hang his (or her) hat”? When does everything we do in life began to come together and make sense? Is the blueprint I mentioned above the key to understanding the complexities of life? Is religion the answer? Philosophy? Dr. Phil? Is life supposed to make sense?

IS LIFE SUPPOSED TO MAKE SENSE? That’s the  million dollar question.  I’m beginning to believe that life is an infinite cycle of beginnings and endings (it is, but I’m relating it more to what goes on in my life–i.e. end one relationship, begin another/end one job,begin another/etc.), which means I will never fully understand what life is all about until I get to the “upper room”. This revelation, of sorts, has made me question everything. Should I settle down, have kids, go back to school, keep my job, start a business, etc.

Maybe I’m at the cusp of a midlife crisis. Who knows. All I know is that I’m tired of chasing my tail.