Wasted Time, a poem

Wasted Time

So do we fall

sweetly against the brittle gunk

and waste the very minutes

of a peaceful ending.

So it was written,

and spoken,

and so shall it be written down

again.

Many sit,

wait,

and wonder when.

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So Many (A life Well Lived) a poem

So many tears,

So many years,

So many fears,

So many beers.

So many jokes,

So many tokes.

So many drugs,

So many hugs.

So much pain,

So much gain.

These are the things to live for,

So many things,

And so many more.

Commodity, You Are Not Your Surplus Value (a Socialist poem about humanity)

Commodity

Everything from the human spirit

to dignity

has become a commodity.

Oceans boil,

Flowers wilt,

And blood is spilled everywhere.

We hold the wrong people

to the worst scrutiny,

and we continue to masterbate ourselves

with patriotism.

Commodities,

Our time,

Our minds and training,

Just means to our bosses ends,

only because they have our consent.

We are more than commodities,

we are people.

Earth is not a commodity,

it is our home.

We are not commodities,

not a means to profit ends.

We are not commodities,

we are minds, we are souls and we have dignity.

We are not commodities,

we are creatures, living, breathing, and thinking.

We are not commodities,

we are human beings.

Neo twist Incarnate

Neo twist incarnate,

grounded, the spirit does see all.

Bleeding, seeped ink

and stained counters,

tell repulsive truths about law

and attraction.

Power, proof positive,

and old open bottles, 

and wounds.

Sink now, not built to last,

only to kill a few minutes.

History, at the touch

of a button.

Do you not have the George Washington app?

It doesn’t cut a cherry

it pops it.

Salutes.

It is the American way.