Trying to make sense of the insanity that is modern society through musings and poetry.
A photo captured in Kolkata, India, en route between one location and another. Candid.

poverty

a state of mind

hesitating to subsist

luxuries are unnecessary

extravagant poverty

a disgusting display

of material waste

neural kneejerk

misfiring

indignant-borne frugality

even the air

is of unnatural quality

and the dirt

laced with debris

like a mirror

light facing

where the trash shall lay

in my eyes

where even a kleenex

isn’t worth it

It has become almost a meme at this point of the U.S. getting involved in other countries’ affairs. “Let’s drop some democracy on them!”

Whether that is through military invention, drone strikes, assassinations of key figures (Soleimani), election “interference”, arming of various militia or rebel groups within a country, sanctions…

Integrity: the quality of being honest and having strong moral principles; moral uprightness.

In the context of politics, this would be the ability to speak up or out against someone or something even if it runs contrary to one’s own political interest, political affiliation, or political party. Speaking up in…

listening around this room

people all around, talking

speaking about the happenings of the day

about last nights game

tom brady going back to the superbowl

about how her arm has been paining her

about getting old

another couple walks in

60s, educated, well-dressed, somber

husband walks up to reception

the folks who roam these halls
kempt and well groomed
light streaks of comb lines
laced with hair spray
fresh pressed suit
with complementary tie
or a pant suit
with expensive shoes
clickity clack down the corridor
noisy reminders of self-importance
echoing along the veneer plastered
walls and picture frames
of ever-more self importance
their names extending
by forever increasing job titles
a Viagra to promote one’s career
the cherry to be deliciously popped
splintered into oblivion
like this so-called life they have made
it shall disintegrate into the wind
only to be dusted away by
the pass of a floor sweeper

Untitled.

time is fleeting

those moments we share

habitually

religiously

with people we love

and come to cherish

sharing moments with

all in the blink of an eye

gone

those moments once

taken far too lightly

pressed for time

fighting off that

malaise aligned to socialize

leaving only deep regrets

behind

A fine post from 2016, but my sentiments remain through 2020.

I am exhausted. From this current election cycle dating back to early 2019, to the 2016 cycle and everything that has happened since (RUSSIA, IMPEACHMENT, HILLARY FOR PRISON, CHINA, RUSSIA…. yack yack yack).

What I have seen across the political spectrum is this willful partisan ignorance, coupled with bipartisan support…

Polysigh

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