Poetry For Everyday People
The State Of Living
We are vulnerable
when we feel too much,
when we are kind,
honesty seems to betray
us?
a conscious, seems,
a curse at times,
and I ask you how
dare the world reward
propaganda and ridicule
integrity,
as we read books about
anxiety, stress, how not
to step on our selves,
our emotional being,
do we just find a pill
to take, to tolerate,
as a man, a life warrior,
a kind gentle soul, I've
found few places in life
comforting, very few people,
too many sources of bad
information, rumor types,
judging from a million miles
away, conclusions without data,
without research,
yet I reach, always reaching
to find a new spirit, new
friend, new connection, to share
thoughts about living, enduring,
experiences, wisdom's soul maps,
the masses are lost, confused
and simply no longer in touch
with their spirits nor their
instincts, they are now a heard
following blue prints of human
fundamental destruction,
we have a chance to remind them,
to show them that success comes
in purity, in respect for human rights,
in trust, that the airing of personnel
tragedy's is a sad conclusion, no matter
the cash prize or TV rating,
privacy seems unattainable,
like that maniac priest
who took pictures of
people's cars, license plates, outside
an adult book store and
sent them to their homes and work place?
it's crazy, demented,
the individual struggle in
life is full enough, without back
stabbers, people living to destroy
others, getting into the business
of others? telling people how
to live according to their own personnel
beliefs?
We are vulnerable
when we feel too much,
when we are kind,
honesty seems to betray
us?
yet we endure, triumph,
climb mountains, sip
tea in Egypt, wine
with our senses,
fighting with all
we've got,
digging the earth for
a different kind of gold.
when we feel too much,
when we are kind,
honesty seems to betray
us?
a conscious, seems,
a curse at times,
and I ask you how
dare the world reward
propaganda and ridicule
integrity,
as we read books about
anxiety, stress, how not
to step on our selves,
our emotional being,
do we just find a pill
to take, to tolerate,
as a man, a life warrior,
a kind gentle soul, I've
found few places in life
comforting, very few people,
too many sources of bad
information, rumor types,
judging from a million miles
away, conclusions without data,
without research,
yet I reach, always reaching
to find a new spirit, new
friend, new connection, to share
thoughts about living, enduring,
experiences, wisdom's soul maps,
the masses are lost, confused
and simply no longer in touch
with their spirits nor their
instincts, they are now a heard
following blue prints of human
fundamental destruction,
we have a chance to remind them,
to show them that success comes
in purity, in respect for human rights,
in trust, that the airing of personnel
tragedy's is a sad conclusion, no matter
the cash prize or TV rating,
privacy seems unattainable,
like that maniac priest
who took pictures of
people's cars, license plates, outside
an adult book store and
sent them to their homes and work place?
it's crazy, demented,
the individual struggle in
life is full enough, without back
stabbers, people living to destroy
others, getting into the business
of others? telling people how
to live according to their own personnel
beliefs?
We are vulnerable
when we feel too much,
when we are kind,
honesty seems to betray
us?
yet we endure, triumph,
climb mountains, sip
tea in Egypt, wine
with our senses,
fighting with all
we've got,
digging the earth for
a different kind of gold.
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The State Of Living
The State Of Living