Thoughts as thunder, hold each word up to a naked flame
True, a moment dances brightest before life eternal game
Still, to hold a tear, a laugh, a lovers secret, crystal in might
Unmasks nature’s cords, here we all become stars-lit nights
And tonight, in Soho’s hallow, electric glow, I watched her go
In visions of her magnetic smile, I held this brighter than all
Cast iron ribs
sheet blue crystal skin
Hear the beat echo
from each void again
Oh i place finger tips
upon strings
Hear the death played
from each tv again
Once again
Once again
Once again
I know a hole,
It dreams of all the hate so perfect
and each blade he needs to reflect
As another life drains into the dirt
he just cries your my latest convert
I know a hole,
Feed it day and day, its all the same
easy exclaims a lord land given claim
And wine freely flows to grapes of wrath
while talks of poverty ends with a laugh
I know a hole,
It proclaims on all just grow and grow
then forget chains of sorrows you know
Find that we will breed, to give no quarter
in this garden horror, we’ll give you order
I know a hole,
Each day he try’s to sell you a soul
while his winning smile takes control
He just twists all your tender love
into an ever-lasting rabid flying dove
Outside so proud
we sing for all
Above the clouds
crown are deeds
And seeds the love
that we all need
So as we grow
we grow collective
For the sun above
shines from everyone
As a human ring
forever in sing
The truth is, love
The truth is, love
The truth is, love
Capitalist made
AI in his own image,
then in every way
makes your day
perpetual shame
and all for there
eternal gain,
no matter the pain
In the deep
ink flows cold
Vivid pain claws
at each breath
Weep but dust
has nothing to give
Creeping tiger
across a child
Dig deeper
still it eats
A scream seeps
into the void
and again
and again
and again
Religion feasts
Sewage floating gentle down the stream
along with all your families dreams
as pollution make you a silent scream
See there capitalist swim in crème
living each day in a glided dream
feeding of each one of your screams
Body’s floating gentle down the stream
along with all your families dreams
as war makes you a silent scream
See there capitalist swim in crème
living each day in a glided dream
feasting of each one of your screams
The far right rise
upon there chant of demise….
please treat us as scum
see how we will come
As our beloved over lord
rapes our mother* like before
As we witness our father die**
20 years before his time
we will never whine
Just feed us your divine
and that cheap red wine
Just feed us cheap thrills
and that will to kill
Just feed us a flag to wave
and that lie of the day
Just as long, you sing along
from that gilded balcony in the sky
we will never whine
as you watch us die
20 years before are time
** https://www.nytimes.com/interactive/2020/03/06/opinion/working-class-death-rate.html
Splash of rain gleams off rainbows in dream
while daisies yellow, waves on summer breeze
to a leaf embracing the light of sweet nights
in turn, her very breath a gift, all life breathes
As sunsets of tomorrow, are glazed in burnt red
but today a cloud above, offers a cover to hold
as her smile through confused door, helps me new
Pity the nation whose people are educated to be sheep culled,
and whose shepherds misdeed them.
Pity the nation whose leaders must lie, whose sages must whisper,
and whose bigots feed your brainwaves.
Pity the nation that imprisoned humanities noble voice,
then praise conquerors who rule with force and torture.
Pity the nation that knows no other language but its own
and no other culture but a life cleansed .
Pity the nation whose breath is born into money greatest deed
and sleeps the sleep of forced fed glory .
Pity the nation oh, pity the people who rights the rich
must always erode away
Pity a nation born on genocide, then tortured their youth
until insanity became the only reality
Pity the human a nation, that raises there head and says
love is best, all be it, our greatest test
I slightly edited this poem just to give it better focus and clarity in reality ~ poem Lawrence Ferlinghetti re-edited by a dust
(Book: Ferlinghetti's Greatest Poems https://amzn.to/49qBP5s)
(Art Credit: Lesley Oldaker)
