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  Apr 2014 marcia noria sono
betterdays
a friend posed the question
there is a first world
and there is a second world,
but where do you find the
second world?

and sadly i think i know the answer.
the second world lives is
the hidden shadows of the
first.

and is populated by....

.....those who live in the shells
of architect designed houses, with no power running
water,

..or worse live in cars or
couchsurf.

....it is those  pensioners who
exsist on tinned cat food
and  teabags re-used  
seven times.

....old people who wear their entire wardrobe in the winter
cold.

....children with bad teeth and chronic health issues
un-attended because they
can't afford a doctor

...it is the man,
who died the other day.
hit by a train,
while his children watched,
retrieving some dropped groceries,
he got from,
a food drive van.
...it was the first food
they would have had in 48hrs,
the child stated for reporters.

this .....
is the second world!!!
right here ....
mostly hidden from sight
not even reminded by sad
tv ads
only when abject utter tragedy
happens
do we see a glimpse
of the second worlder's
desperate plight.
written in response to a poem by ernesto l gonzales

the story of the man  in the poem happened in the last few days in a major Australian City.

facts; 1 in eight people in Australia live below the poverty line.
one fifth of the nation's children are affected by poverty
poverty is growing at a rapid
rate in this country but is hidden because of  a reletively robust welfare system.
if this is australia what of the larger countries more affected by the g.f.c.???
All things bright and beautiful all creatures great and small
What are these people talking about was the first thought that came to mind when I first heard the song
Is it talking about eminent things or creatures
Creatures that destroy the bright and the beautiful
Creatures that tell us what is needed ot remain alive
**** these creatures were created I belive they hurt and claim forgiveness is freedom
No degree's came down through a wisdom by /od
Every degree outthere exsits because someone someday sat down at a table witha set of knowledge and wrote it down right, sure it has been added to and refined over the years but we adopted, it was made up and we don't care
Creatures that crave **** and yet discourage those who do
Creatures that lack a hand that helps
So how beautiful are creatures really.
Her cry haunts the living out of my daylight, chases and split succesful thoughts blocks and erases all joy of happiness her tiers scrambles and never win the game
Her screams sound to voilent for me to understand
Instead ill watch a horror that follows
Her version was to remain was to remain
I should have asked she said instead I cowardly challaged myself
A habbit I,she needed me to discontinue that night, I keep thinking yet don't show it, invovement the excitement and the peace I felt after killing I mean removing, I walked in there alone and came out everyone one knew what I did
The silent conductor
Engages and conducts my thoughts. Maybe you wouldve been unconditionally loved or even successfully contributed to my present but I am working on a future and you happened to early to Be involved now I cry and everyone says I'm a killer I wonder why you haunt me.
The regret girls feel after abortion. When they are alone thinking
Why am I thinking falling
Don't allow these to hit the heart
Because if feeling are what I have
Then I'm *******
I wish to be the ***** this time
I wish to be distant and not replay to your texts
I don't want you, you look so perfect
I don't want you but I love your smile
I don't want you I don't want to fall in love with you but this time ill allow you to fall first
#met a guy#dating him #i don't know why
I hope love finds me because I'm done chasing
Float lines written in steady confusion dancing over blue and white or is it white and blue or plain white with blue stripes
The healing is rare in the toppless cage awake,awareness and relations when poetry serves all names appear every where and dissapear when pen is picked up
WHAT NOW
Pen preserve intensity a duration of the hand you came to recognise
Pressing pressure of dripping ink color me bold and everything intense
Errors of consciousness privacy opens to receive losely shaped ideas making me believe history approved of the future changing its sad guitar string to a over under ignorant weeping cry overflowing fluids, rivers won't dry and the economy leaks all speeches resound hot history all writting is long there isn't enough pens, screams are not loud enough criminals with rights elaborating reasons for victims suffered, I thought history was worse their non-mirrored tongues continue to reflect what wants they see staring back
Never mind you que keeping political mirrors from breaking....
I surrender
I. Am not whole I am broken
Heat me up
Rub me in time I am not here
I am desperate minds, thoughts imposing with whay is in my face
Pain is my friend I don't know the difference I can't hate
Beats around your heart darkness dead you iron the truth with a dump *** smile
You don't deserve me
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