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The gather and change we heft around,
filing in on lost time for platitudes of sorrow.
Soda cans lay away for retirement, as we swallow whatever the doctor orders.
Most likely the same drug the pen used to write it advertised so well.

Is it the pills we take that make the person?
Easy enough to call everyone else junkies with a medicine cabinet filled at home.
A bottle in the cabinet,
while chasing your tail for short gains.
Gnawing at corporate approved artificial bones,
watching our animals feast in delight.

Replacing one ideology for another is not progress.
Shoving of opinions with antidepressants to calm the guilt will not change the past.
We are humanity our hands are stained with oceans of blood.
The only thing we can do is work together to regain valuable time.
In a whole we are a third world, hoarding without sharing.
Fighting without listening.
We keep coming around to another fall of Rome.
Society crumbles as we watch the screen.
As the lions eat the weak.
Drowning in fears.

Listening to scholars and media to trust no one.
Play the victim, blame everyone but ourselves.
Passing responsibility on to another, unable to handle our own.
What is change if it is forced?
Is it progress if we start regressing in free speech?

I will and must play this broken record.
It is what fills my mind.
Watching destruction in a world while we fight over the trivial.
From one belief to another, chocking on ideology.
It is what fills my dreams.
We are family,
we/'/re just to stubborn to accept it.

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Indiscreet possessions.

Contributed by lostrelic on Wednesday, 13th April 2016 @ 01:42:09 PM in AEST
Topic: obsession

Indiscreet possessions.

The gather and change we heft around,
filing in on lost time for platitudes of sorrow.
Soda cans lay away for retirement, as we swallow whatever the doctor orders.
Most likely the same drug the pen used to write it advertised so well.

Is it the pills we take that make the person?
Easy enough to call everyone else junkies with a medicine cabinet filled at home.
A bottle in the cabinet,
while chasing your tail for short gains.
Gnawing at corporate approved artificial bones,
watching our animals feast in delight.

Replacing one ideology for another is not progress.
Shoving of opinions with antidepressants to calm the guilt will not change the past.
We are humanity our hands are stained with oceans of blood.
The only thing we can do is work together to regain valuable time.
In a whole we are a third world, hoarding without sharing.
Fighting without listening.
We keep coming around to another fall of Rome.
Society crumbles as we watch the screen.
As the lions eat the weak.
Drowning in fears.

Listening to scholars and media to trust no one.
Play the victim, blame everyone but ourselves.
Passing responsibility on to another, unable to handle our own.
What is change if it is forced?
Is it progress if we start regressing in free speech?

I will and must play this broken record.
It is what fills my mind.
Watching destruction in a world while we fight over the trivial.
From one belief to another, chocking on ideology.
It is what fills my dreams.
We are family,
we/'/re just to stubborn to accept it.

Copyright © lostrelic ... [ 2016-04-13 13:42:09]
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Re: Indiscreet possessions. (User Rating: 1 )
by ladyfawn on Thursday, 14th April 2016 @ 09:14:50 AM AEST
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yes, free speech is under attack as the world tries to silence us
upon events... thankfully we poets will NOT be silenced: a
beautifully moving poem written with overflowing truth!

hugs n love nessa

Re: Indiscreet possessions. (User Rating: 1 )
by Elisabeth on Thursday, 14th April 2016 @ 09:22:23 PM AEST
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First of all, I love your screen name! Second, this poem speaks to me. There is so much sadness with the technological advances and increase in knowledge in today/'/s world. But knowledge without application is wisdom voided/avoided. You provide the key to unlocking that wisdom. "The only thing we can do is work together to regain valuable time," and accept that we/'/re family. Be the change...continue writing and informing. I really enjoyed this and look forward to your other stuff.

Re: Indiscreet possessions. (User Rating: 1 )
by softerware on Sunday, 17th April 2016 @ 03:59:45 PM AEST
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Please do "play this broken record"! We want everything done for us, and how bitterly disappointed we are when leaders fail to deliver what we should be providing for ourselves!

You stir the recesses of discontent within us. This generation has never fought a war or known what nation wide patriotism feels like. Nothing brings neighbors together like a common enemy. How sad that we cannot join hands in peace with equal fervor.
How sad that we measure /'/success/'/ by being better than someone else.
softerware

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