Waking Without The News

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I awoke this morning with a certain calm,

the quiet heartbeat of my dog nearby,

the sun just beginning to radiate the room,

life seemed a slow melodic sort of tune.

 

Oh, there are certain ideals on my mind

that weigh heavily to be understood

yet for that moment, that initial lull

I could appreciate the sound of life alone.

 

Nowhere shouted the proclamatory pundits

wreaking havoc upon my state of mind

while millions of others like me would stir

to begin our daily frenzy of not knowing where.

 

I wonder sometime if it is that simple

to allow ourselves to breathe rather than

respond to the horrific mongering, albeit

I woke up today without the news.

 

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The Candidate

This is a demeanor moment,

off the camera,

a human being that eats turkey,

on camera,

the polish forgets the need for food.

in my apparent life,

what you see could possibly be me,

yet,

how impactful will the real side of me

be, can you see, do you know exactly why we

might imagine,

this to be the truth,

the whole nation will respond,

yet we can be so uncouth,

when the camera is running,

that is all you will ever get of me.

While society crumbles around all of us,

the media machine,

the decisive byte of news explosion,

always forgets to tell the truth,

instead we might rather hold on to the fiction,

in order to earn some merit,

while back inside the privacy of our dining room,

we will continue to eat,

eat away at the fabric

of our teflon society.

Elect me beyond the scope of sanity.

Torment Me More

I was just beginning to relax,

hadn’t found a need to react

steered my way clear of facts

wanting less reason to act

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Yet you keep hammering home

reality tv’s quest to comb

through society’s ugly injustice

to leave me in constant notice

~

of our garbage world of hate

and crime that rips to negate

any notion of humanity’s love.

In St. Louis searching above

~

all the hate and rationalization

allows the pendulum in motion

to continue to riddle our lives.

We keep stacking the archives

~

a blood-letting with a constant

no matter where in an instant.

I want to hide hurt and fear away

play myself a little Marvin Gaye.

~

‘What’s goin’ on’ that changes

how society rearranges

the same disdain, out loud message,

a ‘we don’t give a …’ visage.

~

I have lived a life of dreaming

we could somehow stop clinging

to the hate, the horrific release,

Man’s fearful idiom wracks our peace.

~

When are we just going to stop kiling

ourselves. I mean, give our lives meaning.

Just, Than

media

The news the other day suggested: listen to this

like any other moment, the words were unheard.

Instead there were flashes of pretty people praying,

scads of lads and lassies being themselves for us.

Yet that was missed again and instead the threat,

that incessant reality of war and terror met our eyes.

For that is what he wants you to hear about today

not suggesting a capitalized surname on this one,

but more the media driven hypocrisy that bleeds

into our living space, our garage steps, car radios.

There is that sound of nauseated, dripped out sad,

the reality of our times, only magnified again, again.

Do you remember when a ‘just, than‘ moment might

transform your state of mind onto sandy beachfronts,

a golf course on the Riviera, where she and you live.

Can someone bring back that mystique we all miss

when the sun begins to set while we are left alone,

only to be easily drawn in by the man, by the man.

That certain entity of ‘everyman’ that He or She …

Oh somehow the Plan became another parody.