And What of Aspirations
The world grinds to its future,
sparks spray like orange comet tales,
out into the dark void,
and no-one sees what ails,
that grinding opposition
riding the coat tails of illicit schemes,
the dreams of recalcitrant men,
lost to self and greed.
And people know not of their paths,
following the dreams
regurgitated in their wanting mouths,
schemes as they’re shown,
ruses so ingrained
people know no other way to be,
driven, struggling to gains artificial bliss,
when lost is all the sacrifice that fits.
Like robots we walk the paths of daily labor,
smell not the roses
and no matter who proposes at alternative,
the dream is relentless: wealth, status and power,
the golden shower of the oppressors,
wry smiles as they leak upon the weak,
strike the right with platitudes of strife,
and implores even more to their fruitless end.
I watch them, huddled in boxes,
the whips cracking, the burden breaking,
the debts mounting and life forsaking
every breath of being,
seeing nothing of the beating down of spirit,
the lost cause of striving
that leads not to happiness,
just a wasted life that ends with regret.
The world grinds to an uncertain end,
and we the choice of living,
when all that matters is connection,
the love we find within
and share with those whom give us meaning,
who help us discover who we are,
and then to be true to ourselves,
in a world that aspires in all the wrong directions.
Tony DeLorger © 2017
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Yes indeed the work machine we mortals follow to a tee, the opportunists searching everywhere to fill their thrones and chests with gold, why? to hoard for what. The greed of mankind has exploded beyond measure. There is more emphasis based on how much wealth and stuff we can accumulate on our short time here on planet earth. It has seen us come and go and more kings and queens striving to build so much wealth, while the poor strive for a measly existence. Strip every last one of us down to flesh and bone and we all are the same status, we breath, we sweat and our blood runs the same color. So your message is always clear Tony as you pen your existence and what you feel, hear and see around your world. Well done my friend, Kudos
Thanks Vincent, yes we are all the same and humanity is so invested in our differences as a point of contention. Ironic. Pleased you enjoyed my thoughts. Cheers!
“when all that matters is connection,
the love we find within
and share with those whom give us meaning,
who help us discover who we are,
and then to be true to ourselves,”
This is the core of life, Tony. I love the words of beauty that come from your deep ‘well of wisdom’. Thank you for sharing your love and wisdom with us, dear poet.
Much appreciated Phyllis, so pleased you enjoy my thoughts and expression. take care.
Wonderfully written. Loved this.
Thanks Rasma, happy you enjoyed it my friend. Cheers!