Tag Archives: humanity’s insanity
Always Never
It’s never just soldiers who fight and die For causes they are told are true and just In boardrooms, by strangers sleek and sly Who these deaths profit, so die they must We ignore truth, as mothers’ tears glisten Teen blood oils gears of the war machine With thunder, screams, too awful to listen Future […]
Pointed
What balancing act Magician’s sleight of hand Do we use To simply live Make our lives Feel grand Who do we fool Do you suppose Ourselves Others No one Do we merely Pretend The emperor Has clothes Long before The cheat Is pointed out
Another Day
Another day I have not accomplished What I hoped I might do when it began Still and all, at days end, I’d done some My book of life turns another the page Many goals, projects I’ve in the queue Marching 2 x 2, 16 dozen fight to get in I know where to go with […]
That’s Why
Most days my life is so crazy and confusing It does not one bit of good to keep refusing I find no answers in the books I’m perusing I’m told it’s all about the winning and losing And I think this more than a little bemusing Leaving me battered, all so bloody bruising I suppose […]
Greed Will Deprive, Tragedy Afoot
In a 1966 novel, Beautiful Losers, Leonard Cohen penned the incredibly optimistic poem, God is Alive, Magic is Afoot, celebrating the life force as both God and Magic. That is a sentiment I believe in, but I am much more pessimistic about where we are now. This is my take on Cohen’s work. Greed will […]
All So Simple
What’s a person to do When every day There’s something new War and violence Feeling blue So what’s a person Supposed to do Rich fools spout madness Though some agree Guns for all That’s best, don’t you see Braggarts and bullies Full of intolerance, misogyny All the love you have All the love you hold […]
Projected
Shades projected on a wall by searing brightness A row of lipsticks, twisted open in shades of red Miniature missiles show all that’s left of us, less Broken city, no Rosetta stone marks sacred dead See more of my creative offerings at: Philip Brent Digital Art Brent Harris Fine Art The Extra Mile Art, shirts […]
Hell Being Small
Darkly silhouetted by their bright kitchen light Two figures stark-cast on the living room wall Cannot hide the shattered glass, undo the fight Child clings to woman’s legs, hell being small ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ See more of my creative offerings at: Philip Brent Digital Art Brent Harris Fine Art The Extra Mile Art, shirts and other gift […]
At Last
Come, admit we’ve made our world absurd We but scurrying ants guarding our anthills Playing make-believe, as kings of our castles Not worthy to be jesters, only play the fools I will happily tell you that I’ve got your nose You have cut off your nose to spite your face My taunt is only used […]
Some Old Miser
Why must our television shows be so lurid, Video games blood-splattered in crime, war? Is it evil buried in our psyche or in our id? Think we crack a whip, make the tiger roar? The game is rigged, tiger behind every door No matter our choice, streamed, disc or vid, Murder, mayhem our drug, demands […]
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