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Mr Berg Sep 2014
I am just no good at this
You know...
ending
this
You would have thought I would have mastered it
for all the times
all the times I've done it
BUT...
No
I am just no good at this
you had better go before I say something regrettable
Like it just was not meant to be
or
It was not you
but me.
I am just no good at this...
  Sep 2014 Mr Berg
Shaded Lamp
Three wise monkeys from far away
in the mystical ancient east
Their simple message misunderstood
so that the west can gorge and feast.
~~
Mizaru "See no evil"
~~
Meaning precisely just that
to not repeatedly look upon ill deed
Not to "turn the blind eye" of indifference
As the many starve whilst others feed

Simply, the more evil that you see
the less empathetic you become.
Constant destruction in the news
normalises genocide till we are numb
~~
Kikazaru "Hear no evil"
~~
Just like Mizaru, Kikazaru
tries to absorb less evil news.
Refusing to listen to the screams
He retains his compassionate views.

Understanding that overconsumption
of evil, violence and negativity
turns the purest warm heart cold
and breeds dark insensitivity.
~~
Iwazaru "Speak no evil"
~~
Differing from the previous two monkeys
speaking no evil is a consequence
of not seeing and hearing wickedness
delivering this providence

For if vile behaviour is consumed
through your sight and, or sound
That evil inside must be expelled
It can't be just buried or drowned
~~
Note how the news desensitises you
and how violence is sold to your kids
Remember The Three Wise Monkeys
and consider what each one forbids.
Take it or leave it
but violence breeds violence.
Mr Berg Sep 2014
Woven in the matrix lacework of your words
the stark absence of love
Not just the word
I could live with that
But you (I guess we) are devoid of that affection
If only it were just a word
that needed to be written down
or occasionally whispered as we fall asleep
Joe Coles challenge "words"
Mr Berg Sep 2014
I am a number
rentable flesh and bone.
Chew me up and spit me out
I am just a soul for loan
My hands will not blister
from any task you'll demand
I'll cower in your presence
Burn me with your brand.
X
How desperate are you for a job?

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