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The Wrecking Machine

English: Protest against fossil fuels April
English: Protest against fossil fuels April (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

It’s coming from all sides

But mainly from the right.

It’s cloaked in many guises,

In the shadows of the night.

It’s breaking up the Union,

It’ll soon break up the States.

It fears the enemy within,

At heart it’s full of hate.

It’s turned the truth upon its head

And placed a child upon the throne.

Cries wolf when it is challenged;

A massive rolling stone.

Watch how it cuts the funds,

Needed to save the world.

Boosting the use of fossil fuels,

It fracks the earth till all’s unfurled.

Watch, listen now, to the glaring truth.

It turns deaf ears when science cries,

As though it is mere whim,

And more discoveries then denies.

Filling government with corporate men

And then, dismantling regulations.

Fuelling avarice and greed,

It pockets billions in elation.

Consumed by thoughts of deeds so foul,

That even it can’t sleep at night.

Bent on destroying human life,

Well past the tipping point all right.

It plans to make the world one totalitarian state.

We’d better join together before it is too late.

Happy Birthday

Your birthday was a special day.

Your tiny body from this world did come.

Your mother smiled the pain away.

Your father shed a tear and some.

Each year another candle’s lit

In memory of that wondrous day.

With close friends you laugh and sit

And celebrate in many ways.

 As you grow the flame burns bright,

Then flickers in the winds of time.

Dimming in the fading light;

Sweet memories flashing through your mind.

So you don’t forget when you were born

Cakes get bigger one by one.

More candles the globe to warm

Till one day the fire is gone.

Life is short, the days are long

But you dear friend are going strong.

I’ll see you soon; till then so long.

But now please listen to this song.

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The sound of silence

There came an old man

Who sat down by me.

He had a white cane

But still he could see

The world and all in it

Much clearer than me.

 

I could hear the man’s voice,

Though he didn’t talk.

Just a tilt of the head

And a way in his walk.

 

The sound of silence alone,

Alone in the mind,

Is a sweet sound of silence,

Which flows like fine wine.

But in the company of others,

Such a feeling divine.

 

We sat there in silence,

Kindred spirits in union.

Not one word was spoken,

The most joyous communion.

 

Dazed and confused

I’m missing each day

Looking over my shoulder.

Missing in every way

Tired and much older.

Not so amused.

Dazed and confused.

Why am I looking?

Looking way out ahead.

There’s nothing out there.

It’s here in my head.

I am not amused.

Just dazed and confused.

If my mind isn’t here

Am I not present?

And where is the here?

Life seems not so pleasant.

Am I amused?

No; dazed and confused.

It’s passing me by

And nothing is clear

There’s only today

The blur is the fear.

I was once amused.

Now just dazed and confused.

No presence of mind

And fearing the worst

Not living at all.

It must be a curse.

I’m sure not amused.

Still dazed and confused.

Now mindful again.

Eyes no longer blind.

The fog starts to lift.

Clear focus of mind.

Not amused for a while.

Just dazed and confused.

Life is fun

When we were young and life was fun,

We didn’t care, we had no clue.

What was there for us to learn,

In those days before we knew?

Soon we were warned about Big G.

Of mortal sin we lived in fear.

JC would save us from our woes.

The Holy Ghost may not appear.

Then came a man with sparkling eyes,

With silver tongue and many lies.

But you saw through his fake disguise,

And tales of how to live and die.

We searched for meaning of some kind.

Egoless with no false pride.

We left our worldly goods behind,

And travelled far and often wide.

We lazed on islands of the East,

And filled our lungs with pristine air.

We gorged ourselves on nature’s feast,

And other stuff we should not dare.

When the well it did run dry

We had not found the Holy Grail.

Back to the start we had to fly

But never thought that we did fail.

We worked and strove in boring ways,

To fill the pot again and dream

Of soon, when we would spend more days,

Wandering again, perchance to dream.

So this is life’s eternal search.

Back and forth we go and come.

The only one we have to teach,

Is our self, that life is fun.