he was down on the floor with his lips to a glass Said he dreamed of a future that won't come to pass That he once strived to excel in a world so vast But why run a race when it's rigged and he's fixed in last Then he mused over life is a joke and he laughed That it is what it is and he's thankful for all that he has I said well let me just pose one question and ask If you just want what you have, then why are are you sad She was tripping on something that was laced in her tea And she was high as a kite when she said she could see Said we in the land of the free but no freedom grows And if we in a brave new world where'd the brave all go I said, hell if I know Then she told me that the problem is the society Everybody crippled by anxiety No one is the person that they try to be Then she said, what we need are a few with a view that can bring a change through That we need less talk and more do So I said to her, what about you I was listening to someone give a speech Something 'bout the knowledge of enlightenment he reached And as my eyes glazed over in my seat He approached and he asked if he could challenge my beliefs I said by all means have at it Then he talked about the suffering and source of bad habits How the emptying of mind is the challenge And withdrawing from the world is the cure to all sadness I said that all sounds like madness Why have a life and then not be alive Why have a mind and then choose to be blind What you call wisdom is the fear that you hide You cannot retreat from those demons inside This is not peace, it's a mask you adorn This is not truth, it's a trap, nothing more And you're too busy running from something you can't ignore
Continue writing, Garrett.
I hope to exchange more words with you at a future time. These are acutely sharp, penetrating thoughts that you have intelligently framed.
Relevant poetry I don't understand
Relevant poetry isn't it grand
Relevant poetry screams in the night
Relevant poetry gave me a fright
Relevant poetry falls from the sky
Relevant poetry told me a lie
I prefer haiku myself, only becaue my neanderthal brain likes very short poems.
The "truth" is a sham
How did all those years slip away
How was I so blind
I prefer Limericks-
There once was a man named Tony,
Who hates pants that squeeze mens' bologna
He chose now to outline?
With every witness online?!
It was then I realized it's all phony
I was shocked by the Royal Commission
To see all of the dirt they were dishin'
But then who knew,
that it would all be found true
That 'twas for boys that weren't men they were fishin'
Hear the monkey scream
grape juice from vending machine
gulping sweetly down
calm night on the road
a vision among the stars
U F O hovers
now we need some limericks but I'm not sure CoCo will find this relevant
Oh, Nancy, it's revelant!
There once was a woman who did pray
But things never seemed to go her way
So she stopped all that stuff
And with god she got tuff
And the skies are not cloudy or gray
CoCo I can't resist I'm like a kid in a playground and this is the entertainment section
"The truth" is what witnesses call it
The watchtower? Crumple and ball it.
Open your mind
and soon you will find
All they want is what's inside your wallet