Not every poem was written for poetry.Not every rain drop that touches the skin can be felt.
Not every word spoken is heard.
Not every painted picture began with a paintbrush.
Not every song holds music.
Not every freedom offers liberty.
Not every sentence ends the way it should.
Nothing is as it should be but all things have a silent beginning and end loudly
yet unheard.
All of you
All of life,
all begins at
a crossroad.
Do we have it all backwards?
If we are to make a genuine change for the people oppressed by a corrupt corporate structure, shouldn’t we stay long enough to hear the voices of the oppressed and down trodden rather than trying to constantly trying to escape reality?
The problem is,everyone is trying to escape
no one stays long enough to make genuine change for the people.
Maybe we would truly escape if we would chose to stay,
know longer
not propped up by crumbs
or strings on a shiny cage
entranced by promises from dead men’s/women’s bones.
What is artificial cannot be resurrected to life,
only to death.
http://spillwords.com/everyone-returns-to-dust/
For those who have chance to read,
Everyone returns to dust has gained a featured spot…
“No matter who reigns it is the same disease just different symptoms” -BT
This is more of a personal write for a child who is going through an emotionally difficult place, for the lack of meals and clothing.
If I could keep you here for a moment longer,I would let you run free
from the poverty that chases you,
from a system that has cursed you.
If I could tell you,
“work hard enough and it will all be okay,”
I would
but I can’t, all that has worked against you from birth is bigger than you.
If you could live here in this moment of constant sun
let you chase your own steps
let you see and not fear the waves
I would
but
the impoverished bodies of
mind and soul surround you
they are in your home,
movies
banks
poetry
lyrics
democrats
republicans
world of corporate do gooders.
This system won’t lift your poverty
only tell you to fight harder and pull yourself up, if you don’t you will be labeled and put into an artificial box of “if you weren’t so lazy you’d be a head. You deserve this life. You didn’t make the right choices.”
They don’t know where you come from, or the demons you battle at such a young age,
the therapists will offer a pill for your sorrows and failures but your life will still be your own and none will care.
I wish I could let you run here, chase the birds
and not a dream kids like you will never obtain.
I wish I could tell you that we,
no matter our color will fight for you,
stand against this poverty you were born into,
fight to settle the hunger in your stomach
but I can’t just yet
we are to busy fighting each other
to busy desiring power
to busy wanting to be kings and queens that rule over one another,
i wish we could see you and all that we have taken,
all that we will build off of your back
all the profit we will make from your sufferings.
I wish we could see but we are to blinded by our own diseases and desires
we are to blind to see
for this disease
has consumed the
minds
hearts
eyes
and
ears
of this so called humanity…
“What if temptation is not the enemy but rather self.” -BT
Teasing temptation
Teasing blindly the branches
that held all that is forbidden
to bait all that vexes and taunts the stain upon my soul,
I fell….
“You are greater than I?”
Temptation grumbled,
“You know not what you speak!
Is not the greater one he who has made the desire preeminent?
Is not the one who feeds allurement,
the one who towers?
You taunt me
and do not understand
you are a greater enemy than I.”
It’s not your life that’s a mess
It’s your mind.
It’s not humans that is lost
It’s the minds of humanity
I have seen the trees bow and lie to hide the fullness of the moon,
Is she ever not full?
no, she is always full
even in her crescent she is still madness.
The mind for sale..
“The mind, It is a thoughtless place today.” -BT
It is not the world that is in disorder
rather the minds of humanity that have been bought and sold by a system of elites,
problems manufactured
creating fringe movements birthed by numb thoughts.
The minds of humanity have bought
the words
emotionalisms
images
lyrics
and
cleverly fabricated marches for humanitarian causes
selling their minds to elitisms.
Maybe it’s time we let our politicians know, it’s enough…
I had posted this on our community page. The responses have been great. Thought provoking to say the least.
I’ve heard from teachers to students and people within the community.
I’ve never understood why those working(ex teachers)the actual job have no voice as to what methods work most effectively. The experts have given layouts and all of that’s great but many feel it is nothing but a false sense of security. Things within America don’t seem to be getting much better given all the expert advice we have from whoever these “experts” are.
People from all fields are offering to help at no cost.
In the comments I will leave an email sent by a high school student to the superintendent. Her figures are off about the number of shootings but gives you a glimpse into how many are feeling.
Many teachers feel like puppets and their hands completely tied by the system.
I was able to speak with the superintendent and will be talking with him Tuesday to hopefully plan or begin a community talk. This is the post:
Given all the posts about the recent school shooting in Florida, I have been wondering if we as a community need to come up with something that may help to begin changes.
The teachers are the ones who see these children daily. They see the social breakdown, family problems, emotional changes before any of us. The teachers are the ones who would, with their own bodies shield a child and possibly lose their own lives. The teachers need to be heard. Some of these teachers have better ideas than our own politicians, teachers know the system better then you or I do.
Every time a tragedy like this occurs it’s the same play out;
1-prayers(nothing wrong with that)but no actions.
2-we blame the democrats or republicans.
3-our politicians debate and make promises that are never put into actions.
4-everything goes back to normal.
Maybe we as a community need to get the ball rolling.
My question is; how do we hold some type of community talk?
Who do we contact?
Can we just hold a community talk with teachers in the public library or school cafeteria?
Teachers need to be heard and together just maybe we can be the beginning of some type of change.
beth tremaglio 