The village dealt in sheep each day
The people loved this difficult way
It caused some fights
But all of them were rites
Into becoming a better whole.

Then one day there was no more barter
The exchange of cold metal made it much harder
To lose in a deal
Or really need to heal
A broken system they found much comfort in

Agriculture and Commerce.
ᏰέƦẙḽ Dṏሁ

Agriculture and Commerce.
Where the KKK was born  and the most popular pick up line is, 'Nice tooth!'

as seen our lives replaced by financial commerce
John
John
Jul 6

Here is is some diversity
In hope to prevent another social catastrophe
For it’s all about the children
Born by the Silvery Tay

Whom regardless how they roll
Or what way they turn for fun
Are literally absconding into a world of drink n' drugs
Before a lifetime wondering where it all went wrong

For while it used to be famous for it’s three 'J’s'
Here’s another discovery - this is its best ever discovery
For this will do for science
What the world’s religions have failed to do for the soul

For it can only bring you closer to the truth
Instead of the usual- tearing you further apart

N' if you don’t believe me
Just ask any singer/songwriter
Sitting in the Doghouse
Trying to pen art from the heart

But saying that it all depends on how you, yourself
Think to see as you begin to slowly perceive

N' to switch off n' prevent yourself
A free trip down Soap-work Lane
Is to deny yourself the emotion, how you’d feel
If say, you, your son or daughter end up the same

For the new name that has taken over 30 years to come its way
Is not only as pure as driven snow but is as real as Ritalin is 'hardcore'  
N' what saddens me, despite many claiming to know the score
Is not one’s prepared to step outside the comfort of their paid shadow
N' say, no more

For it no longer has 'It’s Jute nor its Jam and its Journalism’s fading man
N' community it has none for gone is the fabric that once held it in unity
Unless you’re a fullyfledged member of some secret society

For the new 'J' you see while walking its streets
Is the kind of person you’d rather side-step
Not wanting to make eye contact with never mind greet

But wait before I go any further 'n' tell you things
That would no longer raise an eye-brow
From your grandmother

You’ll have to come with me
As I take you on a journey
Through the schemes of Dundee
The powers that be don't wants you to see

Ardler, St Marys and Kirkton
They now think not of the harm when handed a free treat
N' maybe a needle that begins the shot in the arm
Never given it a thought, never thinking about the waste
Just thinking of another world well away from its ill-forgotten place
  
N' before they know it they are living in a different room
While being haunted by a different moon
For its son’s and daughter’s are falling into a world which we all dread
A world that has fell upon us like a scene from the living dead

N' the only light that they now carry is a sad reflection... held within a secret plea
N' as they prepare to turn up the heat, smooth the foil to begin their retreat
The yearning, the craving, the broiling begins to take its toil
Shaking nervously someone’s once beautiful child

For as they begin to search with a telescopic glazed eye
Full of excitement for the needle that binds us from the truth hidden behind the lie
Travelling deep within their soul... no longer even fearing their own fear
Just searching for the needle hoping that it is near

A blank look shoots across their face
Caught up in the vision of an early with-drawl
Inside their chin begins to quiver, as they think never

Before the voice of well just this once
For the thought of the paste going to waste
Never!! Never!!
It reminds them without haste

Then they prepare the devil that lies within, the devil that has became their sin
As they get ready the arm that is their new found charm
They smile, the body relaxes as they find the strength
To find a vein for evermore the same
For this is the only time they can escape from it all
When huddled in a darkened corner with their backs against the wall

Lochee, Charleston, Dryburgh
Each to their own
Commonly known as Smack city
That is the truth that is the nitty gritty

For I have seen them sitting a tenement door
With a make up bong, smiling galore
Teasing the weak, while token
Playing hard all for a smoke
As young as eight a boy and girl
That’s when their minds begins to twirl

N' that’s just the west, what about the rest, there’s more the pity
For it doesn’t take a genius to know
What’s going on in every part of its city

N' the only river now flowing through its veins
Is the river heroin and its blood is wearing thin
N' it’s parents can no longer help save their children within

For there is nothing now in Dundee City
Apart from the discovery of countless others
Just take a look at all the young mothers

Children themselves to children, children
Now living in constant fear or waiting hand and foot
On their junkie lover to come home with their loot

Yes, a couple of junkies who will always be labelled 'junkies'
For you see them at the doctors
Secretly whispering planning their day ahead
While those who came before us
Sit ashamed, bowed head

For they know the junkie’s monkey is now the doctor
N' they will give just for peace
So they get their inner relief
Then they come out to play
'Alrite mate, what we will do today'
'Walk around town, grinding everybody for a pound'

Then later that hit will become a miss
N' that hit n’ miss will slowly begin to withdraw
N' because of that hit n miss...... it could be you...yes you
Getting withdrawn, the knife from the body of you

Sneaky, cowardly little bastard coming through your window to screw
Mugging your mum, stabbing your dad, or raping your gran
Just because of a world devoid of a psychological plan

For the junkie gets his hit from the doctor
You get your hit from the junkie
Thus it is always you- who ends up
Broken, black and blue

N' if you are brave, you phone, you know who
N' like a couple of Mormons
They will come to see you
Then three days later, they forget
For they can do nothing other than
Offer you a thought of deep regret

N' if you decide to stand your ground and begin to question
Then it’s probably down to the cells for you
But if it was one of them- well even they don’t have a say
For if we all dealt with the truth
We wouldn’t have to go far to find the proof

But if you think about it....  it’s nobody’s fault
Take a good look at the world we are living in
N' what have we got?

Not a lot!!

For its soul has been sold out on the back end of a promise
That has seen our lives replaced by financial commerce
N' those sitting in council know exactly what I mean
N' if you don’t believe me head up the Perth Road and ask the Dean

But wait....before you do
Here’s a thought just for you

If you can think hard and fast
You can be the first to show the rest
You won’t stand for anything better than the best
For if you can begin to believe in yourself

Like I had to when my world
Was fast closing in on me

Then together you can begin
To escape a life of pain, suffering and misery

From which every thought will carry a say
N' together with its thinking
You will be able to start the road to recovery

Where from the depth of a loving conscious soul
You’ll be able to mirror and quickly begin to see
It’s more important to become 'who you are'
Instead of the person someone else wants 'you to be'

Other people's problems are like garage sales ~
full of shit you don't need but you can't resist to have a peek.

I just bought a copy of the New Testament.
I read in the Book-of-Books about the King-of-Kings.
I only have one question for you guys.

Where do the fuck do I get my Refund-of-Refunds?

Loss makes greater poets of us all ~
But how we would trade that greatness in a heartbeat
to regain one moment with the one we've lost.

For T Maria
Sorry for your loss.
HP members please send your condolences to:
http://hellopoetry.com/mariau4/
Thanks
.
#heartbreak   #harm   #poetry   #dying   #depression   #worry   #regret   #want   #need   #pain   #sadness   #death   #end   #sleep   #loss   #up   #fall   #hurt   #eternal   #sacrifice   #grave   #sorrow   #failure   #darkness   #ending   #change   #heaven   #silence   #melancholy   #more   #choice   #passing   #despair   #accident   #over   #damage   #heartache   #gloom   #defeat   #reaper   #remorse   #destruction   #oblivion   #parting   #care   #misery   #trouble   #waste   #most   #leading   #exit   #disaster   #substitution   #mortality   #demise   #dolor   #bewailing   #lamentation   #distress   #higher   #losing   #mourning   #unhappiness   #dealing   #finish   #revision   #exceptional   #torture   #paradise   #rest   #reciprocity   #misadventure   #discomfort   #extinction   #fatality   #agony   #release   #superior   #fitting   #affliction   #grim   #repose   #anguish   #trending   #quality   #depletion   #injury   #annihilation   #trial   #woe   #desolation   #super   #barter   #dejection   #tomb   #expiration   #wreckage   #departure   #ruin   #despondency   #calamity   #lew   #termination   #curtains   #replacement   #greater   #transfer   #downfall   #beryldov   #catastrophe   #network   #malaise   #misfortune   #boss   #shift   #valuable   #preeminent   #superlative   #disadvantage   #dispossession   #disquiet   #dissolution   #trade   #casualty   #euthanasia   #cooler   #harassment   #grievance   #deprivation   #improved   #exceeding   #fitter   #preferred   #sharpened   #sophisticated   #surpassing   #bigger   #finer   #larger   #appropriate   #desirable   #select   #suitable   #preferable   #prominent   #worthier   #dole   #useful   #switch   #conversion   #cataclysm   #mishap   #tribulation   #infelicity   #quietus   #perdition   #vexation   #shuffle   #commerce   #extermination   #outstanding   #bereavement   #cessation   #decease   #eradication   #finis   #necrosis   #obliteration   #ruination   #terrific   #impairment   #privation   #reciprocation   #forfeiture   #mortification   #purgatory   #transaction   #bad-luck   #undoing   #shuffling   #lamenting   #swap   #souped   #detriment   #largest   #commutation   #interrelation   #rearrangement   #supplanting   #supplantment   #bemoaning   #deploring   #mournfulness   #repining   #rue   #wretchedness  
whose commerce was breath.
Onoma
Onoma
Sep 24, 2012

...To die of air, in the thin of...
whose commerce was breath.
Whereby beauty swoons of
itself...compressed revelation
unto thee...come to...O lucid
advent!

for commerce
Andrew Wenson
Andrew Wenson
Feb 9, 2012

Noise from these cars
hauling ass melds
together into
a concerto
for commerce

As I listen I can hear
change
fall gently, gently down
from the driver's
pockets
into the street

 
To comment on this poem, please log in or create a free account
Log in or register to comment