Seriously Numb

Seriously Numb

When the glow of knowledge shaded

cannot shine through inner gloom

and remnants of happiness have deserted

causing euphoric dreams to not bloom

Raucous music to dull the senses

assuredly must always play

as hopes steeped in pain quenches

fires of life day to day

and time has nothing to say

when music surrounds fading wealth

as Wall street musicians play

serenading fortunes' final blow dealt

Clowns in power perform their show

as personal numbness spreads

in a land where ill winds blow

pacified by clever words instead

Will we always live in envy

of those controlling authority

or will we set ourselves free

released from indifferent conformity



Bankers Greed (rewrite) Occupy Wallstreet

Bankers Greed...

Squinting at the sun shining on distant hills

he hears the sound of morning gales

harsh light of newborn day on lives still

kisses the dew of early freshness in the dales

Standing with hands of full of desire

exposed to willful wrong deeds

as money guides the voyage into daily fires

that spread on fertile shores casting evil seeds

As he covers his spirit with cloths of wealth

fills his drained heart with flakes of gold

he watches the torrent of cruelty dealt

claws dripping red as pain unfolds

he lives the blissful life, blinders affixed

as wealth flows from bottomless wells

where the faint glow of morality is nixed

unable to cast its righteous spell

The street is filled with bankers shaping society

and they are covered with the aura of avarice

draining society quickly as silent lips from sea to sea

are bound by chains of greed and malice

Cicatrices

Like the flash of a Samurai sword

slicing through emotional cords

the ragged edges of life

cut deeply like a knife

 leaves unseen scars jagged and still

with inner pain screaming until

the internal chaos ruptures

spraying laments of misery nurtured

during lifes' daily harvest

and with bleeding soul must confess

to having cause to scorn

the hidden pain of insides torn

when words that wound

quietly slice inner beautys' bloom

killing the blossom that will never ripen

to dream and fully open

never to sip the morning dew

and bask in lovely moments new

But then, give one wisdom and passion

to heal those inner scars in slow fashion

and the renewed soul will happily travel

on a new road full of marvels

The Chase

The Chase

We are part of all thoughts in the torrent

our substance full of forgotten things

confusion on troubled road spent

in daily quests for wealth sparkling

but we find smiles and songs

and chant words with little meaning

as we labour in fields sometimes wrong

beneath heavens bright and gales blowing

and we marvel at brilliant success

and envy conscience that never wakes

on that road offering little rest

that houses frightfully empty shapes

for when the journeys' done at last

and all sustaining thoughts employed

barriers conquered and summits standing fast

sweet victory captured and boyed

by the strenght that endures

in the shadow of selfish awareness

enveloped in cozy personal pleasure

and nurtured by mindful consciousness

when frantic pursuits are finally spent

and blessed with day of rest

and social restraints cast off, be content

you persisted, you gave your best