Poetry Post 246

Trust Earning
People trust a cross that is burning
People trust a flag that is burning
You think these people would start learning
That tangible things aren't trust earning

Celebrate Unity
Let's forget about Christmas, Kwanza, Chanukah and Ramadan
Let's celebrate unity and let love shine on
Jesus, MLK, Moses, Mohammad, Buddha or Gandhi
Whoever you choose they all say truth and love will set you free

Ignorant Hateful Slaves
Ignorant hateful slaves proclaim to love a man who said love and truth set you free
Those who don't become bitter or indifferent renounce such hypocrisy
Love, truth and freedom are still treasured by the educated and wise
But won't be religious lest they become what they despise

Poetry Post 245

The Settlement
I love you Mom, I love Dad too
But I'll never choose between the two of you
Neither of you could offer love or peace of mind
After you left each other behind

Lost On Winding Road
Hello where are you
I don't know where I'm going to
The forks ahead are out of my view
And I don't know which road to follow through

Passing World
Watching the world pass by at the glimpse of a light beam
Wondering if I am just in a dream
Seeing the whole world busy working always moving on
But as fast as they go by half a task the day is gone

At Setter Hospital

Narrator:
At setter Hospital suddenly aware
Bettie felt naked and bare
As no one could reach him there
Down by the river he lost his phone
In quiet desperation he let out a vain moan
Knowing nothing he did matter now that he's all alone
He knew his mother would probably never be aware
That he was left anonymously under psychiatric care
United with his mother only by this common nightmare

Poetry Post 244

Solitary World
Locked in a secret world all his own
Stays a man no man ever known
Ideas, emotions, a life never shown
A man stranded on a planet to die alone

Society's Orphans
Neglected by a bureaucratic nepotistic society
Opportunities only come in one variety
You can't get work without recognition by authority
That's too busy in its own business to give citizens priority

Gifts
Shy man with views to revolutionize the world
Pent up like the sexuality of a virgin girl
I have a grand gift waiting for the right one and time to give
It is something to put worth in every moment I live

Down By The River

Narrator:
Bettie couldn't return the call
Because he was at the hospital
He wasn't feeling well at all
Down by the bridge over the river stream
He looked at the water lost in a daydream
Feeling if he jumped it wouldn't be as bad as it seemed
Luckily a random stranger called 9-1-1
When he saw what Bettie had done
Paramedic:
Why did you do that son?
Bettie Kaczynski:
Is that what it takes to get help from someone?
Narrator:
The stranger just looked back stunned
Paramedic:
You cried for help and there wasn't anyone?
Bettie Kaczynski:
No one except only my mother
But what will I do when I don't have her
When I'm older I won't have her around anymore
Paramedic:
Well you're on your way to a hospital of Setter
Hopefully when you're better
You can write her a letter

Poetry Post 243

Lonely Company
Sitting alone with the girl of my dreams
Though not as pleasant as it seems
Alone here trying to get her to like me
But just sitting here lonely in her company

The Classroom
A foul stench of oppression fills the classroom
No light to guide you out of doom
Just sit there as time kills fractions of your life bit by bit
Sitting closer to your death pit

Sexual Suicide
For all the girls I never had
Who know they should be glad
The girls with the foresight to see
Loving me only leads to misery

Bettie's Missing

Mrs Kaczynski:
Help me Bettie's missing Dr Grey
He said he wanted to walk but he ran away
I've been calling for hours I haven't seen him all day
Dr Grey:
Isn't there a friend's house to call?
Mrs Kaczynski:
He doesn't have any friends at all
At least none he can just meet at the mall
He only associated via internet
and there's only one or two he's met
And not even face to face yet
Dr Grey:
Could you check his browser history?
Mrs Kaczynski:
I have and still no clue where he could be
I've tried calling him a million times he's not answering me

Poetry Post 242

One Lonely Life
Laying depressed, sick and lonely
Why is a miserable life given to me
Trapped inside my mental cage
All my loneliness causes inner rage
Laying alone without a friend
My life will be this way till the end
I'm stuck with my lonely life
Every single moment is full of strife
Going on with no one to love
When I'm lonely who can I think of
Now I'm reaching an early end
I have no one who was my real friend

Street Walker
I am the lone street walker
Conceitedly assumed local stalker
The quiet town's troublesome talker
In a town layered in the clothe of emptiness
I try to fit in my own skin before I choose to dress
I'm free to speak but communication depends on what I choose to confess
Ignore pink elephants and sacred cows and you'll please the crowd
Learn to please the peers and superiors to make your mama proud
Speak of quiet news for they shoot the messenger who speaks too loud
If you want society to give you a reason to live
You have to have everything a person can give
But you'll still only have yourself to be supportive
So I'll just continue going down the street
With no place to wander no people to meet
Just keep the worries out of my head as I shuffle my feet

Questions Of Sin And Will
What do you expect of me?
How am I suppose to be?
Should I suppress or embrace free will?
Should I change or be myself still?
Am I a man of God in whom He takes pleasure
Or do I fail to make myself measure?
How can I know if I'm pure?
How can I know if I'm sure?
How much must I endure
To receive God's cure?
Does God simply label us a success or a failure?
Does God measure by the sins we commit or maybe by something more?
How can we be certain of what we have in store
When we cannot measure purity in our core?