Poem

6 Sep

12

(notice in the photo.. this was a time when all of us did not have cell phones and had to scavenger hunt for a pay phone.)

October 2006

Peace become a hum in me

Liberate, spread, cool, calm, stillness

 

But in this rush

We all are hushed

 

What is the time?

I need to make a dime

 

What are we working for?

We are money making bores

 

Hour after hour, day after day

Thought pulling me outward

Sky, tree, green, air

Money pulling me inward

 

Life is not fair

Nor will it ever be

 

We must fight to be free

Language controls our being

Be a threat to societies thinking

 

What you own ends up owning you

 

Consume or be consumed?

No, I’ll consume the consumer

 

Overwhelmed with thought

When will this stop?

 

Create in any way you can

Whatever it is, there will be fans

 

In these moments there is joy

Don’t forget to enjoy.

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