hopeful thoughts
(also known as ‘pompous thoughts’)
deafening
howls of hate
may
yet
be
quelled
simply
by
knowing
believing
fairly
justly
collectively
that
you
me
him
she
her
they
us
yes us
may still
share
a
kinder
gentler fate
but only if
i
you
her
they
him
us
yes us
begin
anew
and then
when peace is what we all shall wage
we may then
and only then
begin to scribble afresh
new
dreams
aspirations
hopes
collectively
on
a
new
fresh page.
yesteryears whispers,
murmured promises,
ashen hopes,
scattered amidst the detritus,
of a life wasted away,
stumbling out of one and into another hazy day,
even though my heart still blazes,
my soul aflame,
my spirit revived,
burning bright,
dispelling trepidation,
regretful pained memories,
to be left behind,
at long last,
surrendered to departing night …
years days moments minutes hours months weeks decades,
pockmarked,
weary,
skidding,
clinging onto,
raging roads,
hobbled,
shovelled,
dragged deep,
wrestling demons without,
within,
yet always,
always,
hugging hope,
as night yawns,
and a new day dawns …
talkin’ double-standerds blues
i am bewildered,
the hypocrisy wrapped up and glistening,
plastic foil skin deep,
disregardin’ the ‘others’,
yet we feel pain,
&
yes we weep,
for ‘our own’,
cos’ ‘our’ pain is true,
and,
‘they’ after all,
are savages,
&
ingrates too,
they bite the very paws of those who kindly let them out of the zoo,
so don’t stand there so smug & fuelled by righteous passion,
’cause you and i know that soon we’ll be last decades’ spent fashion,
i don’t know if you’re catching my drift,
or am i being simple,
nuanced subtleties being in short-shrift,
i don’t even know if that sentence makes any sense,
or any of the yakkitty yak yak i scribble,
but i swear i can feel it,
machete-like in my bones,
my own hypocrisy slithering within,
as i you him her we she he & coming back to i again,
wrapping ourselves in that awful plastic foil,
skin-deep,
all as we drizzle lemonsalt on long open wounds,
rubbing some depleted uranium in there so it really stings,
while we shop till we drop,
&
while we pray for the glorious bounties the next shopping-mall brings
ps: rest in peace, empathy & compassion
peace | love | uBuntu
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