Poetic Perspective (part 14) - Killing Fields

KILLING FIELDS

Broken bones, charred remains

Starved children, power gained

Monopolized industries, private plans

Privatized lands, money in hand

Is it all worth it?

Depends on who you ask

Those that do not understand

Can’t comprehend

How this could even exist

Yet it continuously persists

Too difficult to reverse

So the masses turn away

What can you do if you turned numb day-by-day

Frozen inside, so you blankly stare

You cannot wish the pain, injustice, and misery away

It will exist tomorrow because it exists today

Nothing changes overnight

Processes occur that are out of your sight

Governments give foreign aid, hope played

Foreign aid empowers the military dictatorships to stay

Death squads are dispatched, street gangs sent

To ensure resources are protected and saved
Money absorbed into deep coffers, not a penny spent

No need for lives to be saved when money can be made

Regions fight over shares,
Homes destroyed, lives fractured, no one cares
Opinions and solutions appear from people that are not physically there

No solution, just continuation

Money and careers to be made, no reason for a resolution

The media sells a story, over time it becomes history and fact

If money is to be protected, then the media distorts the truth

Real story fades into the background

Lives vanished into the oblivion, without making a sound

A distraction is created to hide the truth, repeated regularly all day

A scandal, an event, something else needs to be sold

So the real story never needs to be known

So the real story is never told

The killing fields remain, dissenters contained

Those that speak out are labeled, categorized, stigmatized

Terrified, tortured before they pass away

Haunting to see the whole picture while trying not to lose your mind

Hard to swallow the whole picture while you try to live a “normal” life.

Poetic Perspective (part 13) - Philosophy

PHILOSOPHY

Many people wonder but not enough to change themselves?

Then why wonder?

Wonder for the sake of wondering?

Amusement to pass time?

Philosophy is time consuming, soul changing, mind altering, life changing

When done and used right

What else is philosophy for?
It helps one understand and to reason better

Yet many use it in order to fake conversations?
They rarely use it to better others?  Or help others see things for themselves

People use it against others in arguments
People use it to show off, for vain purposes

However, all things are weapons in the hands of the simple minded and ignorant
All things are also weapons when used by the wise and knowledgeable
Philosophy is a deep subject
Which knows no bounds except for the boundaries set by the thinker himself
Once you free the mind, the world around you changes
The words you use, the thoughts you have, the feelings inside you have altered
You see yourself as a part of a whole. A piece of it
The world no longer revolves around you
Only your world, your individualized world revolves around you

Your world is held together by your own thoughts
By your responsibilities in the environment you find yourself in
Philosophizing solely on things, makes you miss out on the ability to understand other things

Limiting the growth of your mind and of the soul

Which when connected as one gives you utter freedom and contentment

Peace and joy and acceptance
Love filtered through your body when you approach another living thing

Poetic Perspective (part 12) - Real Forms

REAL FORMS
Look up at the sky and I find stars, look into the stars and I find light, look into the light and I find you
Look into the light and watch myself change form
I was floating in the darkness, the abyss of nothingness, where light could not penetrate
Now the rays of light that creeped in, has transformed me from here on in

A changed man I stand, a star floating in your glow, circling you, following you, wherever u may go
 I fear no passing away, for I shall return in another form
My energy used for other purposes, for life can never end
Heaven and hell are mental creations so how can 1 suffer when living in a world of sin?
Everything man touches in front of his eyes is doused in lies,
Sprayed over with blood, sweat, excrement, and semen

Lives passed away, many taken without given a chance
Hence we travel aimlessly in this universe, together with others, but truly alone in space like dust existing a million life times ago, now specks of sand
Life fleeting, never lasting, always changing and yet routine.
That is why it’s beautiful, tragic, a fairy tale and romantic

Its people you meet that make up your world
It’s things you read which create your thoughts
Your actions shape your reality
Your reality, your existence
The essence of life, a reason to believe in change, for nothing lasts forever, nor it is consistent

See things as they are, for its all you have left
 You’ll see beauty, wonder, love, and amazement
Miss out on it once, and who knows when the chance appears again in this existence
Take it all with a stride; take a breath when it goes wrong
Believe in yourself, believe in your dreams, never let them be wasted, never think of them as futile or small
See the light not the darkness, see love not hate

Poetic Perspective (part 11) - Sand In A Hour Glass

SAND IN A HOUR GLASS
Time passes away never to return

Unlike sand in an hourglass, it can never be flipped upside down and reversed

A curse
That mankind must always live life forward

Any regrets, all mistakes, every remorse he may feel -stays

Whether it’s valid or not, it shapes his future, his actions, and our future thoughts

As we age we get frailer

Weaker, sicker, rigid, and desensitized

To the scenes in front of us which have shaped our very lives

Many we love -pass away in front of our eyes

Either through disease, accidents, natural causes, or suicides

Many hearts break, too much emotional trauma

How can you turn away from thoughts and ideas that haunt you?

Broken dreams, wrong career, many avoidable misadventures

Negative friends, abusive relationships, and ideas that have failed

Reality is built to break you

The media circulates utter nonsense

Don’t let it consume you
Become you

Or shape you
It’s nothing but propaganda and lies

Time is precious even thought it passes us by

Use it to your advantage and never watch the good inside you bleed out and die

Use time wisely, learning from mistakes, always ready to smile

Poetic Perspective (part 10) - Street Life

STREET LIFE
I smell like urine and feces slumped over in a corner
Aggressive and angry, when provoked I will harm you
I have no home and no one to love me
Now I use various substances in order to be happy

I hurt on the inside so I cry silently
Depressing thoughts make me speak out resentful and violently
I don’t want to hurt anyone so leave me alone
I feel empty on the inside so I escape some more

People judge me as they pass me, lying on the floor
I once used to be somebody, someone with dreams
Now I wake up in the morning, cold and alone, on this hard concrete street
I beg for change, unsure what I’ll use it for

I just need a little bit of money so I don’t hurt anymore
Substances help mostly
So I use it often, abusively
I don’t want to live but I don’t want to die

I don’t want to think about the past, I just want to escape reality and be “high”
If I  “O.D.” so be it, let me be free
No one will know I existed, no one will miss me
No one will even know I passed away and I’m now deceased

The thought saddens me but it’s a truth in my physical reality
I inject more poison so I can be free
Whether its booze, drugs, or nicotine
Now I pass out again on the streets
Repeating the same routine regularly

Poetic Perspective (part 9) - Victimized

VICTIMIZED

Do we choose to be victimized while living in reality?

To be victims each day as we awaken from our beds, as we walk the streets regularly

If we know that society is built a certain way, then why do we expect anything less than what we receive?

Especially when you know how society reacts when we try to be different, when we try and break free?

When we try and dream

That’s when reality makes us victims and suppresses us relentlessly

We say the right things in conversations because we know what we are expected to say

We know how to act in society because we manage to do it each and every day

Yet inside, in our minds and in our hearts, we’re victimized by our crushing realities

We are afraid to be ourselves, even when we are with those we love 

We know even though they love us, it isn’t always unconditionally

Though they’ll smile in front of us, they judge us surreptitiously

Secretly, stealthily

It’s the truth in our realities, in our relationships, it’s what lurks beneath

The disease lives inside the human heart, the human mind

A judgmental society that finds a way to leave us feeling victimized over time

Victimized enough to know our place in the hierarchy of civil society

Victimized enough to know our position when we encounter powerful people daily

Victimized enough to know where we stand religiously and culturally

Victimized enough to know where we stand economically and politically

Victimized enough to know where we stand when it comes to gender and our sexuality

Victims –aren’t we all when we live this reality?

Victims is what society makes of you and me

A cruel fate to be born into this reality, to be able to have all five senses and use our brains actively

Yet not be able to make major changes in society, even those that affect our own minor realities

We fight, we fight, we fight -until there is nothing left

That’s when we have learned how to master reality, we await fatigued, awaiting to release our last breath

We live through others -through poems, through movies, through art, and through friends

Through our children, through our co-workers, through their joys and happiness

Through their sadness, dismay, pain, and hurt

We are victims of our bodies, of our society, of civilization, of the reality we live in today.

Poetic Perspective (part 8) -What If?

   WHAT IF?

What if you can’t tell the difference between the cops and the criminals?

How can you comfort the sick when they are terminal?

What if all the ads on TV are subliminal?

What if this is the reality you are already in?

Where nothing matters and there exists no sin?

What if God was created and a figment of someone’s mind?

What if it was the “blind leading the blind”?
If happiness was sold so that you don’t commit suicide?

A disguise that keeps you alive

For the truth would eat away at you until you faded away and died

Moment by moment eating away slowly on the inside

Like cancer spreading inside your body –there is no way to hide

Just dying to survive

So you can say goodbye

But why say bye when death isn’t the end of life and your soul’s energy is keeping you alive?

What if politicians were thieves and the government worked solely for profit?

What could you do if you did not have firearms to overthrow, replace, or stop it?

What if the poor kept the rich alive and the rich exploited the poor?

Why is it a crime when the poor rise up and want to settle the score?

What if parents scarred, damaged, and traumatized their children?

What would be the point of enabling life to begin?

What if doctors prescribed medicine only for profit?

What if the patient couldn’t afford it?

How could you treat the patient if he refused the medication and stopped it?

What is worst, the cure or the disease?

Slow death in agony? or passing away quickly and easily?

What if demons existed but only in our hearts?

Existed with us since men evolved, civilization expanded, and modern society began to start

Murder, violence, bloodshed, war, rape, and forced incest

Coping mechanisms that failed to deal with our stress

What if killers imitated violence on the TV screens?

Nothing is as it seems?
What you see in front of us, even though it is real, is constructed and make believe

The media tells lies, what’s recorded in history is half a truth, half faked

History written by winners, crooks, and thieves

Making sure, they control your mind and all that you see

Entire groups silenced, exploited, killed off, and left for dead

Entire countries and land ravaged, pillaged, and populations left to starve to death

Peoples, books, symbols, and languages all burnt or erased

Until they are left, as a case study since that was their “fate”

What if society celebrated death by celebrating killers instead of victims?

What if victims were used by those who seek opportunism, money, and those willing to trick them?

Giving them hope and shattering it just as fast

Like watching your dreams die slowly, melting away like bodies in a car crash

Life’s not meant to last and neither are dreams

Only when you eliminate society will you end this disease

Otherwise life is repetitive, no reason to believe we can proceed

No reason to believe this cycle will end and civilization will ever succeed.