The cacophony of cawing crows
raise the trivial to the level of important
wasting their limited intelligence of happenstance
as self-appointed sooth sayers of society
and poison the morning air with their vile vocalizations.
I dream of ridding the landscape of these vermin
whenever their screeching sounds disturbs my slumber
in what is nothing but a fantasy of a murder of crows
who learn their lesson thanks to the back end of my boot.
And as quickly as it starts, it ends
leaving the morning air stillborn and serene
except for the lingering echoes of their poisoning pandemonium
leaving me no choice but to listen for their inevitable return.
Look Here
Look back at the shadows of the lost forever.
The child since grown.
The loving parent lost.
The average moments, now precious and ever elusive.
Look forward at the illusions of the hopeful never.
The promises of then.
The solution of time.
The extraordinary moments, yet realized and ever elusive.
Look here at the images of the actual now.
Yesterday's promise.
Tomorrow's longing.
The ubiquitous moments, undervalued and ever elusive.
(reposted from my $100 Million Dollar Lottery Question Blog)
The child since grown.
The loving parent lost.
The average moments, now precious and ever elusive.
Look forward at the illusions of the hopeful never.
The promises of then.
The solution of time.
The extraordinary moments, yet realized and ever elusive.
Look here at the images of the actual now.
Yesterday's promise.
Tomorrow's longing.
The ubiquitous moments, undervalued and ever elusive.
(reposted from my $100 Million Dollar Lottery Question Blog)
Passing Moon
Passing moon, I see your face
Not long ago, we left this place
Exit Earth, and enter space
Giant step, for human race
That was then, we've played our ace
Passion lost, our new disgrace
Replaced with goals, so commonplace
Passing moon, I miss your face
Not long ago, we left this place
Exit Earth, and enter space
Giant step, for human race
That was then, we've played our ace
Passion lost, our new disgrace
Replaced with goals, so commonplace
Passing moon, I miss your face
The Facade
A rickety wall of a special design
With fifty-two bricks from a quarry of mine
Is mortared with greed, a most powerful glue
A devilish deal, stacked up against you
I play my hand as three more walls rise
And proclaim it solid and accept my prize
But before I am through and without a complaint
Conceal what I’ve built with a layer of paint
And content with that, I’m not in the least
But consumed with the job of feeding the beast
And amazed I am with the ease of it all
I build even higher, it never will fall
Then on that day, when the winds barely blew
The face cards gave way from the cracks in the glue
And the laws of physics were suspended no more
The house of cards fell and evened the score
Instead of little, we wanted it all
And now we have nothing and still I recall
That day when we cooked up our little white lies
We swallowed them whole and sealed our demise
And what will we learn while we clean up the mess
Will it happen again, I'll venture a guess
Will we fail to reign in our acts of excess
There's only one answer, the answer is yes
With fifty-two bricks from a quarry of mine
Is mortared with greed, a most powerful glue
A devilish deal, stacked up against you
I play my hand as three more walls rise
And proclaim it solid and accept my prize
But before I am through and without a complaint
Conceal what I’ve built with a layer of paint
And content with that, I’m not in the least
But consumed with the job of feeding the beast
And amazed I am with the ease of it all
I build even higher, it never will fall
Then on that day, when the winds barely blew
The face cards gave way from the cracks in the glue
And the laws of physics were suspended no more
The house of cards fell and evened the score
Instead of little, we wanted it all
And now we have nothing and still I recall
That day when we cooked up our little white lies
We swallowed them whole and sealed our demise
And what will we learn while we clean up the mess
Will it happen again, I'll venture a guess
Will we fail to reign in our acts of excess
There's only one answer, the answer is yes
Vicious Circle
Those miserably confined to a sea of mediocrity
Scour among their consuming bleakness
For a modicum of hope, the faintest sign
For a lone individual willing to rise above the rest
Blissfully buoyed by the hope of the masses
The chosen sole rises higher and higher
On the increasing winds of the collective proclamations
To a towering position over the rest
Perched on its precarious pedestal
The anointed one adorns a mask
Hoping to conceal all fear and doubt
As it basks in the flashes of the moment
Fueled by the worship of the populace
The anomaly rises to excess and estrangement
And begins to reject the illuminated lie
While hiding from the insatiable source of its own demise
But the weight of the legend takes its price
When eventually the adorned takes a common misstep
And by the gravity of mass contempt, the idol falls
And the capricious crowd devours its Host
And while in the bowels of those who bore it
The ostracized finds little solace in its infamy
While the devoted aggrieved and full of indignation
Tend to the wounds of the misled
But soon the scornful laments the scorned
And in return, the star faintly glimmers
Illuminating tempered hope for all
And re-elevating the depressed to a modest level
And now the devoted are myopic no more
Having seen their adoration in its true light
Abused, broken and grounded by the weight
Of its previous position at the pinnacle
And as quickly as all was forgiven, all is forgotten
And again the bleakness of normalcy raises its head
To quench its voracious appetite for another victim
And the whole vicious circle repeats itself evermore
Scour among their consuming bleakness
For a modicum of hope, the faintest sign
For a lone individual willing to rise above the rest
Blissfully buoyed by the hope of the masses
The chosen sole rises higher and higher
On the increasing winds of the collective proclamations
To a towering position over the rest
Perched on its precarious pedestal
The anointed one adorns a mask
Hoping to conceal all fear and doubt
As it basks in the flashes of the moment
Fueled by the worship of the populace
The anomaly rises to excess and estrangement
And begins to reject the illuminated lie
While hiding from the insatiable source of its own demise
But the weight of the legend takes its price
When eventually the adorned takes a common misstep
And by the gravity of mass contempt, the idol falls
And the capricious crowd devours its Host
And while in the bowels of those who bore it
The ostracized finds little solace in its infamy
While the devoted aggrieved and full of indignation
Tend to the wounds of the misled
But soon the scornful laments the scorned
And in return, the star faintly glimmers
Illuminating tempered hope for all
And re-elevating the depressed to a modest level
And now the devoted are myopic no more
Having seen their adoration in its true light
Abused, broken and grounded by the weight
Of its previous position at the pinnacle
And as quickly as all was forgiven, all is forgotten
And again the bleakness of normalcy raises its head
To quench its voracious appetite for another victim
And the whole vicious circle repeats itself evermore
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