Guilty Pleasures

I’ve made a fortress out of my music
And in its confines I plan to reside.
There’s various artists from which to pick
And I will gather their passion inside.
Many will try to break that barrier
To connect with the person that I hide.
They think that it will make me merrier
If I’d put that protective wall aside,
But the memories of generations
Continue to boom loudly in my ears,
Living up to my high expectations
By burying my societal fears.
We all have something that we hide behind,
So don’t pretend that helping me is kind.

The New Normal

I look to my money for protection
Because I have found comfort there before.
I can hold it during isolation,
As for the outside, I can now ignore.

I look to all of my guns to save me
For only they can take down any threat.
A danger that’s impossible to see
Won’t survive the power of a bullet.

In these times, I look to my government
Because wisdom comes from democracy.
It is my interest that they represent
In this country called the land of the free.

Holding on to the normal when it went
Does not teach us what’s really important.

(It is week four of quarantine, and this poem is another in the series that tries to explain what life is like now that Covid-19 has changed so much for all of us.)

Rebranding

At first, you thought if you just closed your eyes
That facts would change to your reality,
But action requires what you care for dies;
People are less than the economy.

Competent leaders do not shift the blame,
But take on the responsibility.
Quit making it a political game,
And look beyond your constituency.

Big numbers is where you always found pride.
Well, you are getting your biggest right now,
Yet the truth you are still trying to hide
While performing a narcissistic bow.

Your ineptitude brought more pain on us;
That is why I now call it the Trump Virus.

Living the Dream

Who could say that all this monotony
Would end up being what life is about?
Who thought we would be excited to see
What it is like when we are going out?
But here we are stuck at our front windows,
Listening to the ticking of the clock,
Waiting to see which way the morning goes,
Wondering if they will unchain the lock.
I connect through my social media
To my family and friends I once knew.
As I try to avoid acedia,
I am aware that it already grew.
The only thing that bolsters up my dreams
Is the new batch of Covid-19 memes.

Where Have All the People Gone?

Remember the days when they were around,
Clogging up our paths with their noisy cars.
No matter where, they could always be found,
Way more numerous than the nighttime stars.
The dog have now gained control of the soi
And we may roam wherever we may please.
There’s no reason for us to remain coy
As we strut down the streets with perfect ease.
No more being chased away by a broom,
Or to growl and bark at the passersby.
The weak among us claim that it is our doom
That without the humans we may all die.
But I tell those dogs that they had their chance,
And it is our turn to take on the dance.

 

The Toilet Paper Baron

The rush allowed me to build this tower,
And buy this throne upon which I now sit.
The money made me crazy with power,
I was the man who cleaned up people’s shit.
I increased production on brand new rolls,
And made sure to stock full ev’ry market,
For the masses wished to fill all their holes
By hoarding the tp stash they could get.
I made the mistake thinking that the boom
Would last forever, and would never end,
But no expiration date was my doom,
While with all of my money, I did spend.
Now this tissue is what no one does buy
‘Cause they overextended their supply.

(Writer’s note: In this new age, the traveling I used to be able to do is no longer happening. I am going to have to put my plans on hold for awhile, but I felt I needed to put into context what I see on the news while I am sequestered in my home, and show the absurdity of our lives right now. It is just my take on things, and I hope you enjoy the following poems and as soon as life returns back to normal, I will return to the usual travel posts, and poems inspired by those travels. Thanks for tuning in.)

The Moment

Why do we feel the need to get away?
Should we not see all in the moment?
After we have been a part of the play,
Do we realize how our time was spent?
For in the small time of experience,
When we believe that it does not matter,
It actually holds the most importance
Of what we’ll eventually remember.
The passing does not give explanation
Of why we should stop and pay attention.
It is nothing more than an extension
Of giving my life representation.
Should I worry about the moment spent,
Or never care about where it all went?

Should I Order the Curry?

What’s life without a little bit of spice?
Shall we dread that explosion of flavor
For the way our stomach will pay the price
As pride brags of the pain we can endure?

But what do we get from a life that’s bland?
Can we experience the excitement
From a dinner that never takes a stand
To remind us of how the dining went?

How safe do I wish to make this moment?
Will I make it one of my favorite
While in the morning I have to repent?
Or will I make it or I will forget?

Who knew this much thought went into dinner,
But life depends on finding a winner.

Our Blind Eye

Do we want to see the atrocity
Taking place in the darker part of town?
Would we rather look on what is pretty,
Pretending that nothing is going down?
It is easy to do while the money flows
Because we can spend it on forgetting,
But as a conscience of a nation grows,
Will we be the ones who are regretting
Not standing up for what we know is right?
Will it be worth the pain we will endure
If we don’t side with justice in this fight,
And hide behind the economic cure?
How do we convince the population?
By playing into their desperation?

The Neighborhood Playground

Kids, I have brought you to this special place
So you can stretch your legs and get some play.
The playground is next to a sacred place
That you will visit on some distant day.
When you are laughing and playing your games,
Look over the fence to the other side;
There another person reaps all the claims
To our souls when we have finished our ride.
Children, you’ll find plenty of time to rest
When he comes a-knocking on your home’s door,
So for now you need to do what is best,
Play on the equipment you see before.
Ignore the fate that we are all meeting,
And play because time is always fleeting.