Father/Daughter

Rachel:
Daddy are you feeling well?
Thoreau:
Oh hello there Rachel
No I'm not how could you tell?
Rachel:
I'm seven I'm not dumb
My question is how come?
Thoreau:
The town's in danger and they don't see the problem
The economy's in trouble and they think tobacco's the answer
But what happens when the pollution gives them cancer
The medical bills alone would make things worse than before
Rachel:
Daddy I miss Grandpa too
But you can't let it destroy you
Thoreau:
Then what am I suppose to do

Poetry Post 305

Outcast
Walking across a crowded street
Insulted by everyone I meet
Nobody to love or care for me
There is no love as far as I can see
I must find a way out of here
I must leave the land of jeer
I am imprisoned by society
How can I burst through the walls to be free

Becoming A Whore
Starting out you were the family's little princess
They all loved you in your ballerina dress
But that was before the domestic distress
Before it all came into a chaotic spiraling mess
Your working mom died of cancer
So Dad did double shifts working away while you're missing her
People weren't there so it taught the money meant more
Yet they all became shock to find you a whore
How could they not see your fall into deceitful decadence
Not your stepmom who beat you in your neighbor's presence
Not your "lover" who stole your innocence
Not your father with all his absence
It did not mean you were evil because you gave into sin
Your family, your school, your religion gave nothing to give faith in
But did the drugs and the sex and the booze fill the dark holes within
Is anything better than before you sold yourself to men

Assumptions About Men Seeking Courtship
What is it about me that is so hard for you to understand
Why do you trust stereotypes over evidence at first hand
You think all men only think about sex
But if you ever thought about it you'd see some men are more complex
I've never misused anyone I cherish
Yet you assume I'm too selfish
You won't trust those who seem so socially inept
But have you looked at the people in your past you've accept
All I say might just seem bitter and jaded
But you'd understand if our roles were traded
You would resent other people's objections
If assumptions were the basis of other's rejections

No Help

Thoreau:
Am I the only one who finds it obscene
To live in a town of cigarettes and gasoline
The EPA ain't helping things go green
Deforestation is wasting the assets of our economy
To destroy the resources of our local ecology
Consumers and workers dying young and poor are just yet to be

Poetry Post 304

Kari II
To Kari my true and wonderful friend
I know if I seek more our friendship shall end
But I can restrain my love from you
If only avoidance was something I could do
But if I hide myself our friendship would still end
But if I confessed I could never be called your friend

Confused & Broken
You seemed as caring as a friend could be
You said you had faith in me
I almost believed it was true
I almost loved you
But now my thoughts are in a mix
From all of your stupid tricks
My hopes and dreams are shattered
When I realized that they just didn't matter
This probably seems like overreacting on your end
Since you never made any bonds with me except as a friend
But when you love someone you can't respect
And I'm only a friend what do you expect

Last Days
Satanic influence sweeping the broader social scale
Kingdoms corrupted come to rise and fail
With the establishment in self destruction
The demons have prolific production
Free to terrorize individual moral sanity
Seeking peace within and without becomes a vanity
There's no clarity in company or solitude
Any space inside or out Satan is free to intrude

Quitting

The Gazette Editor:
Thoreau I need you in my office right away
Thoreau:
I'm sensing you have some bad news to say
The Gazette Editor:
It's about your editorial yesterday
It vilified that new tobacco company
In this kind of town it has a certain economy
That relies on that form of industry
Thoreau:
What happened to the other forms of agriculture?
The Gazette Editor:
Tobacco is the only crop making money anymore
Thoreau:
Then what's selling over at the grocery store?
The Gazette Editor:
It's not keeping us afloat in ad revenue
At least not like tobacco is willing to do
So you better just quit if you don't change your point of view
Thoreau:
Well then consider this my resignation
Because I won't stay for any sort of compensation
I never wanted to work for a tobacco corporation

Poetry Post 303

Land Of Fantasy
When I'm at school bored as can be
I go into my Land of Fantasy
Now I've let go and I may wander free
Living in the Land of Fantasy
I am wandering about in this land so free
Talking to all the friendly people I see
All living together in peace and harmony
Playing together in the Land of Fantasy
All things lovely as could be
All in harmony in the Land of Fantasy
Then back to the Land of Reality
Pain, anger, and injustice is all I can see
But no worry or threat to me
When I go to bed I'm back to the Land of Fantasy
All in peace again I lay free
Back in the Land of Fantasy

School Bully
School bullies use to ruin my life
They only added to my strife
They used to get away with a lie
So they could continue to make me cry
What good was it for them to give me abuse
It can't be of any use
What good were your foolish notions
It only caused hurt emotions
Will their disrespecting human life
Ever get them a loving wife
Hurting others is not the way for success
Nor does it make you holy or divinely bless
After all those years I had to run and hide
After years of being a victim of lost pride
After years and years of pain
I finally have my pride regain

Toyland
Building a city so grand
By the name of Toyland
Building each house made of Lego's
Watching the city as it grows
Giving a life to each little toyman
Compared to realism, Toyland is far better than
With each toy a friend
Until the play time comes to an end