Greatest Treasure

As parents we are given responsibilities:

We need to guide our children.

We need to teach them.

We need to instill morals.

We need to nourish their imaginations

and in return

are given the greatest of gifts.

A child’s love is pure.

It knows no boundaries.

It comes in all colors of the rainbow

and when allowed to flourish

it is an unending love that

is unconditional

given freely.

Yet there are those

women and men

who will take a child’s love

twist and betray it

by putting their needs

their desires first.

Such selfish behaviour

destroys the unconditional love

destroys the relationship

and ultimately will destroy the child’s belief in self worth.

Our children are our greatest treasures

we need to hold them tight

while they allow us

for though their love is always ours

their time will not be.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Burning Bright

Our lips meet

electricity flares

as our bodies come together.

Your hand on my neck

pulling me close

as I whimper

not use to this desire.

You have found a way inside

my mind

my heart

my soul.

You have wrapped me in an embrace

unlike any I have felt before.

The fervor with which we collide

burns bright and hot

flaring in the night

blinding us

when we come together.

Passion spent

limbs entwined

touching

sated for a brief moment

until our eyes reopen.

 

 

 

Blind Men

‘I never lied!’

The headlines cried

when they decided to put him away.

Thinking that all he had to do

to change the world

was break it

than remake it

the way he saw it in his head.

All turned blind eyes

pretending not to see

the nefarious plots

he put into motion

dangers that he created

until finally

it could be ignored no more.

When the wild mad man

began to cut off the fingers in the pie

it was time for him to go.

‘I never lied’

he cried aloud

‘not once did I never speak true.’

And were one to go back

and read all the papers

they would read…..

he had announced

each and every one of his plans

they were just too blind to see.

**Picture via: Photo by Elijah O’Donell on Unsplash

 

Unable

I sit

silent and tired

unable to give

unable to feel

anything any more.

I watch the world spin out of control.

Blinders are no help.

Ear plugs

they do not silence the screams

of torture

of hatred

of a lust for power

never before seen.

I am frazzled

at my wit’s end

watching our world implode.

I wonder

as tears slowly seep

when did it become so………

 

Picture via: https://lifesmart2017.blog/2017/11/17/why-is-the-world-imploding/

 

 

Death of Democracy

All were sat around the table

eyes filled with mistrust

with lust

with a desire to own

more than was just.

Ashtrays overflow

smell of stale cigars

rich cognac spilled

cheap perfume

found on whores.

Each had four darts

each map

four quadrants

each man a turn.

Throw the dart

find the quadrant you land in

and begin to negotiate.

Unbeknownst to the outside world

alive and teeming with people

four men plot the demise

of democracy

and

plan for the rise

of oligarchy.

 

Photo by Christine Roy on Unsplash

 

 

The Joker

When he first strode on the stage

wearing his white suit

his ten gallon hat

chomping on that cigarette

women swooned

men grinned

while teenagers were left to wonder.

The words he shouted

bantered with the crowd

lead many to believe

he was a man of integrity.

He spoke of God.

He spoke of how to make things right.

He spoke of how the world would bow

lay at the feet of his mighty nation.

He took over with nary a peep

smug eyes

pouting mouth

and hand shakes

which made everyone feel alive.

Than out came the truth

with hidden backroom meetings

unsupervised

promises were made

that gave away the country

the ability to fight

all while leaving the Joker at the helm.

Integrity

without it, one is nothing

with it a person of repute.

Without it one is a buffoon

with it a person trusted.

Integrity.

Morality.

Ethics.

The Joker not a man of integrity

but a blowhard who will lose the war.

 

Picture via: http://www.halloween-mask.com/buffoon_26239grprv.htm

 

 

 

 

 

Rebirth

Lies drip from your lips

believed as the truth

unable to see

the devious nature of yourself.

Believing.

Feeling.

Hearing.

Satin shackles hold you in place

not able to see

you have the ability to be free.

Pull against the bonds of the past

see that the future is hazy

what is realized cannot be unsaid

now is all that exists.