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*************************** Are we back to basics? Back to what we had? Will there be a new normalcy? Will we relish and mourn what we had? Nothing is basic not much is as it once was.... Is this another campaign of misinformation Can people return to being "the same?" I once thought life was pedantic--- too much of the serving of routine and refrain. If I had a clock that marched backwards, there'd be a lot I'd return to the old status quo.... and much of it would have a life and a name... I don't believe in coincidence. I do know its easier to lie. I know its human to pretend and cover over the truth, when it can disrupt. I am weary of those who put a liar's face on things. I am weary of being told it will be swell. I know that there was a lot that needed changing and the changes that have been made on behalf of humanity have been far less human than the solutions that Congress is trying to sell. Spinning is for a game called Twister. Obfuscation belongs on series called The X-files. Smiling seems easier for elected reptiles and the many (poly) ticks who feed on the belief and trust of the rank and file. If truth is out there then why do they act as if we can't handle it or couldn't recognize it if it slapped us in the face. All I know is the lives of so many of us are permanently altered and the clues to the answers are the dust in the wind leaving us to hold onto nothing those who we've loved and what we've cherished have left us-- our thinning memories are what's left in their place. ****************************** ****************************** LEGAL COPYRIGHT FOR THIS POEM 5/25/2020 2:08am PST TIME AND DATE STAMPED AND ALSO FOR THIS POET/WRITER MELISSA A. HOWELLS AND ALSO FOR THIS LEGALLY COPYRIGHTED AND REGISTERED SITE TITLE MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD...... NOTE: I purposefully used tired and worn out truisms and verbiage to emphasize how readily can be accepted what ought not be accepted and how when we're too much over-whelmed by a technologocized dialog...there is too much filler and not enough of the truth....even though its "out there." Vote for this poem |
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