People want to
Have Faith in the System,
But what does
"Having Faith in the System"
Having Faith in the Power of Money?
Guess what, Folks?
With distorted priorities
And a false sense of values,
Your money can KILL you!
Deregulate the Toxic Polluters,
And what do you get?
Someone who will never be able to understand
The meaning of this poem.
Of the Power of Money.
Here we are, all drowned in the unimportant things,
Sat around, lazy, sipping on drinks and waiting.
Laughter and smiles around, though there's no point to it,
Or because there's no point to it,
And not one wants it to end.
As I tap out the rhythm of another song I've never heard,
My gaze drifts from face to face,
All bright (though one is sleeping) and no worries taking over.
Tonight is not about me nor any one of us,
So we all share a while, a meal and a game.
We made it through again,
It was tough this time around,
Trials, barriers, disappointments,
Sadness, loss and doubts,
But we mark this day - an arbitrary date -
To remind ourselves, that the past,
Can go to bed,
And the future charges faster,
And fills our hearts instead.
Open up your eyes we're all disguised, we're hypnotized. We have overdosed with these pointless posts just to see how much we can boast. We're all trapped liquid inside a bottle that is wrapped with a title named "social media" We're all to blame, cause all we dig for is fame. Acceptance is where we find our bliss, but is all of this worth being blind
I once had a home.
I once could live happily.
I was once whole.
In the blink of an eye, that was all changed.
I cry now.
I am blinded by my own thoughts now.
I am someone else now.
In the blink of an eye, I was thrust into a world where nothing matters.
I now swim through life, not caring.
It's funny how the word carefree is always used positively.
My head pounds with headaches.
I force myself to keep going, not knowing why,
wanting to give up.
People see me cry sometimes.
They try and help.
They try their hardest to be empathetic.
They are good people.
I may live a good life.
I may have it better than many people.
Forget may, I do have a great life.
But I can't seem to forget my sadness.
Bring me the sword of my father
the one he gave upon his death
Let me hold it one last time
drawing my last breath
The battle but a memory
a blur of blood and screams
Killing all my enemies
no matter how extreme
My last glance of the battlefield
a horror made in hell
In a hundred years from now
no one could ever tell
Muted by the silence that I chose
Paralyzed by the fear of acting for myself
Trapped in a cage of my creation
I die in every way I try to live
Pain made me numb
Being numb renders my emotions absent
Like a dog patiently waiting for his owner that died
Like a child without a home
Like a cigarette lit but not smoked
Like a star who's light could never reach our eyes
I feel like all these things
Sad, lonely, pointless and invisible
Like I've always been.
Like I'll always be.
Nope, it can't be fought or denied
when choosing up a political side
Go for the chick in blue
she's tried and she's true
Maybe the dude in red
he's got insights to the fed
She's the best when on the pill
providing alibi's for Bill
He's got real cool hair
a bigot, no doubt there
Pick yourself a devil
sensational, new levels
Of mud being thrown
and never left alone
Media branches align
to the riches they find
Within the clueless population
story, with the most sensation
Doesn't matter if it's true
selling it, to you
I solemnly wrote for you
But since you've been gone
The letters don't match
Like a puzzle missing
All that was left to decade
Swore there would be no more
I keep mimicking that
Till my weary body