Grouping Mean

Why are others evil,

Why do they throw their hate?

Dismayed by the violence,

Or rushed to the triumph,

Why am I under their shoe,

Like some sort of retail glue,

Their brazen gaze,

And vomitess words,

The hot levels of entitlement,

Their borish bicuspid biting spittle,

As they continue to think the world is their throne.

I never wanted to blame a group in mass,

But this is description of a behavior at last,

Why do some find it ok to force their way,

To fight and to smite and beat us till we are slayed?

Is it that Warish gene that helped us survive,

In the time of giant lizards and monsters combined?

Or is it that they too were once treated this way?

And if that’s the case would another smack change their say?

But alas when I look at the ones like these,

I find zero self reflection,

No care of the self,

Unless the need the status,

And have to tighten their belt.

So I guess I have to address them directly right now,

I know you feel you need knighthood to make people bow,

But the truth is that we need everyone in the end,

And only through compassion can we make friends,

But you’ll want to know how this will help thee,

If you are nice they will want to pay your fee,

If you pay fairly they will be able to afford it times three,

If you care they will not you will see.

When the world works together every one can find prosperity,

A world United is a world without fighting,

We can move pass the wars,

Pass the scores,

And work together,

So that everyone gets better.

The Powered Down Juice Machine

It sits quietly with a hum after breakfast is no more,

There is no shine, even in the twilight with an expression forlorn,

But this machine tell you of the evils of the world in the hotel which it stands,

It can tell you of people to proud, that bite your hand.

As the first literate chauvinist approaches it reveals its stand,

They jab their digit in reveal the blood in a cup grand,

Ignoring the rules and others plight,

You can see how this person is sure they have the right,

Their power they do lord over all around pronouncing they are better even though they are a manure hound.

Next comes a chap who see the dim,

Checks his watch and grins,

For it is just a half an hour,

Till the juice machine begins to cower with a light glow,

At least for people in the know.

This chap does grandly tip,

And with a quip, thanks everyone quick,

And with this sip he gets the sweetest juice ever known.

So why have I regaled you with the tale of the juice machine?

Because with humanities light it separates as it gleans.

The first being the evil and borish of the land,

Spit and smiting sometimes even biting, these are the ones with an evil stand,

They need to be forgotten and have their powered removed,

Because it is these very people that create the word abused.

The second one being kind,

Often over looked by time,

They are the gentle ones,

Who care about to what others succumb,

They need to be raised,

They need to stay,

Because maybe one day,

They can help us to become better in a way.

So the next time you feel the upheaval of a monster trudging on the backs of the primeval,

Look to their tracks and find the one who gave up their back,

Because that was the true sacrifice,

That is the one you can depend on to always be the nicest.

Her Illegal Pants

Looking at jeans in the window

Singing out their praises till tomorrow

Can’t find a way to own them now

Sneak like a lock picking drow

The beauty is so real

Their magic makes them feel

They accentuate all the right spots

And their amazing even their crops

These illegal pants

Make people turn their head

These illegal pants

Turn their faces red

Was the crime scotch free

Should everyone be thanking me

The criminal ways worked today

No running from the cops this day

I vlogged about them

Wrote about them

Told all my friends

But to what ends

The beauty is so real

Their magic makes them feel

They accentuate all the right spots

And their amazing even their crops

These illegal pants

Make people turn their head

These illegal pants

Turn their faces red

But then they begin to fray

I have worn them since Tuesday

My mind starts to swirl

Steal another one girl

Having one is never real

I have a whole stock I can steal

I break in with zeal

But prison will be my last meal

The beauty is so real

Their magic makes them feel

They accentuate all the right spots

And their amazing even their crops

These illegal pants

Make people turn their head

These illegal pants

Turn their faces red

These illegal pants

Make people turn their head

These illegal pants

Turn their faces red

Cranky About Quiet

Moments of quiet,

I sometimes despise it,

Because the noisy that come,

Are often not fun,

They hit with a thud,

They boil your blood,

You want them to go away,

So you imagine their pain,

It’s always like this,

When it is so quiet,

Enjoyment,

Boredom,

Concentration,

Bliss,

Interruption,

Inability to function,

It’s never enough time,

You always had more in mind,

Or maybe your sleeping,

And the footsteps are loud not creeping,

So swell with a frown,

There is no quiet place to be found,

Hopefully it is not long,

Till you find a place with no gongs,

And meditate in it,

So you can find peace when you sit.

Watch children

You have seen the signs,

And drove past them,

But do you know the story of the Watch Children?

They appear in the night

When the moonlight is just right,

Laughing and playing,

You hear them eerily saying,

Its almost time,

We rhyme,

It’s almost time,

These wonderful children,

Bask in the moonlight twirling,

Jumping and running,

All wearing watches that are stunning,

Lined with diamonds and sapphires,

The reflection so bright it is like white fire,

Then they are gone

Leaving you with wonder about the sign all along.

Where do they go when they go away,

To a land of moonlight where they always play,

Full of watch children from other cities,

Living in moonstone houses that are so pretty,

Nobody know about the jobs they have

Or what made them glad,

Just that they join us for hour,

When the moon is full of power,

To remind us of play,

Which is their only way,

So the next time your driving at night,

And the moon is high and bright,

If you see a sign that says watch children,

You may get to see them playing in the land.

So don’t fly by

And remember to say hi,

To these moonstones gems,

The Watch Children are your friends.

I Death Defying Leaf

I

Death defying leaf

I

Fall from tree

I

Can’t seem to hit the ground

I

Get caught by the winds and glide

I

Watch skin wrinkle and dry

I

Don’t know why they didn’t notice when I was green,

Always taken me for granted or being mean,

I am now brown

They notice me now as I fall down

I glide into traffic

I

Stick to your windshield

I

Am on your tires and making it hard to drive

I

You notice me now as I die

The Lost Tea Project

The crumpet dust on the doily of despair,

The heart hearkens back to times which compare,

The weight of the world on shoulders that cannot bare,

Why can’t I identify what’s missing it’s not fair,

The teetering tea cups on the balance beam of life,

The fault wrong triangle that holds the beam tight,

The additions cups jenga’d onto pile that is shaking slight,

Straining its draining I try with my hardest mental might,

I know I can conclude this project before me,

Even if every piece of the puzzle cannot be seen,

I traverse through this project in hopes of the keys,

And in the end it will finish and I will be free.

Drive Together

Just so you know

Traffic is not an I it is a We.

There are tons of cars on the road and their objective is to go,

So we have to work together,

And merge like a zippered letter,

All at one place

All at one time,

And speaking of which take turns in a line.

It’s not about giving up freedom it’s about organizing,

And moving your trip to completion.

If ants can do it so can we!

Are they really better than us, ants and bee?

The driver who cannot stay in there lane but thinks you are in theirs.

Trying to squish two in a toll lane for a fare.

The feel of the wind blowing through your hair, during rush hour traffic.

Or the tailgate to close to your bumper, they don’t slow down and then smack it.

The 16 hour long rush hour to get across town.

Everyday it doesn’t get faster and just seems to slow down.

The lanes are the same but there is a tunnel up there,

Step on your breaks and make everyone despair,

Change five lanes in a hundred feet,

300 cars changing lanes I hope they don’t meet,

If we could just megre,

If we could resist the road rage urge.

It’s simply moving your feet,

And staying in your lane like a fleet.

Why is this so hard,

Why can’t we use the computer driving card?

So pay attention to those around you,

And follow the signs and queues,

Because if we drive together,

So can you!

Planned obsolescence

Hey everybody look I got a new phone!

It broke shortly after,

But they replaced it with a new model,

That broke shortly after,

So I returned it for a replacement,

That broke shortly after,

So they said pay monthly for a new phone every model,

That broke shortly after.

But things used to last,

Until planned obsolescence,

My car inspection just passed,

Until planned obsolescence,

My dishwasher flys and drys,

Until planned obsolescence,

My replacement heart valve works,

Until planned obsolescence,

The world moved forward,

Because your pay went towards,

Improving your life,

Eating food and a kite,

But then it was decided thing should break,

And the ones who could say no were on the take.

So now we pay ten times for something that cost one,

We have less money to give to our son,

Our pay won’t be raised,

Because instead they congratulate for days,

The one who decided you can pay for it ten times,

With one tenth of the wage.

Yes I Can’t Do This

Yes I can do this.

All the way.

There is an order with lists,

A to do for each day.

I have woken up to start the project,

Right after coffee,

Starting to doubt myself and reject,

My pajama look sloppy.

I could go back into my bed,

Another day I will try,

I have to complete this instead,

My depression wonders why,

What was that thing I was doing again?

I should just give up,

I can’t succumb to sadness in the end,

I will start after this cup.