We think we’re civilized but we’re Not,

Staring at the wall,Walking up and down the hall.1 room,2 room, three,All empty,1 door,2 door, three,Who’s there?Only me.

Make believe the World is clear,Like a windy summer day,With you very close and near,Fantasy, in every way!Make Believe is just for me,Don’t like harsh reality,So I word and feel my way,Seeking inner dreams to say,Feeling deeply all that movesStaying free in what I chose,Wasting time in imagery,Mostly writing poetry.

My life and all its stages,The light you give,From that I live,This wondrous Joy,That fills my life,And writes on all its pages.

Deeply aloneThe secret tonesThat hold the keyOf what a person isAnd wants to be.Secrets of my soulThey were not, just for meI did so want to share them,But never foundThat kindred soul,Except, in Poetry.

Not at all right,All of them,Chaotic bummers,Don’t even know,How to govern!The ones that were,The ones that are,21st Century plight,Nothing feels right!Confused, hiddenBy computerized trees,Now, the forest,Nobody sees,So much information,So much untrue,‘Sanctified’ by abuseNobody, even seemsTo care about the truth,Cynicisms, absolute tooth,Muddled in darkness,Transparency, none,They haven’t even left us,A tenuous ray of sun.

Of countries and nations,A real bloody mess!These men without conscience,Have no interest,In helping the people,Not even in jest.The murderous scoundrels,That hound us to death,Are Beasts without feelings,That give us no rest.