It’s blue pills, blue pills, blue pills
to keep away reality’s tears
awaiting, in all those stolen dreams.
Meat, on fleshly lust
sandwiched, like Velcro disgust
peeled back, in mirror-less showers
no toothpaste for our selfish life choices
of bleeding-gum, trumpeting Blues regrets.
Just young, having fun - no crime, they shriek proud
losing tethers to those tattered ethical seatbelts, of self
in absurdity mirages: titled, self-portrait’s collages.
It’s everything greed and festering gan$green
popularised, with zealotry
of those futureless, nihilistic dogmatics
with dollar store of belt buckle, self-worth
dropping pants at every passing ~ sway.
Acting like restraint, is a forgotten myth
and respect, a sinister - plot twist
of satyriasis warped: vivacity objectification.
As all-things fake, argued - into distorted lies
denouncing, societies pill-mill shopping malls
offering discount rates
for painkillers and Viagra, pop-up stall religions
as faddish copping methods: of cyclical abyss.
Faultless pharmaceuticals with inked assertions
dripping blood; and tax hungry governments, acquiring
holly water redemption, on wholesome Sundays.
So, they’re free to perverse a generation
in their working week. Stingy too
gotta get that concentrated Blue, to last
deep - into next morning’s: blue flames of scarlet hue
and greet, that dawning furnace of consequence.
Blue skies, strain to stay merciful
in all, but that final surge of decimation:
hurricane sighs, typhoon tears - streaking
Nature’s fury, through every season.
Now, comes the real hypocrisy, as think-tanks
announce addiction and divorce rates, aside
STD stat lines, with their government fabricated
aesthetic level, deep-dive’s.
What of Chemistry?
What of Sensuality?
What of Intimacy?
What of Integrity?
What of Romance?
What of Trust?
and for mercy’s: sake
What, of Love!
What, are we teaching?
What legacy do we expect to bequeath?
What - oh what, must happen for us to realise
all that meaningless f’cking, serves only to repress
our potential for creating, something beautiful
that can last more than a night.
When there’s only a letter of difference, to save us
from fashion trends influence of friend, or fiend…
Why not take it easy and enjoy life, of course we Must
but while embracing: that potential: in All, of life!
Why hide behind short term, self-gratification
in sinister seconds of ejaculation’s, wilful ignorance
to birth stillborn hours of wasteful self-indulgence; when
dog paddling our self-thwarting, debased mindset’s
yields naught, but that mass eruption of self-hate
and its pitiful finale of all-things: pathetically sans.
Still, for some - at least
it’s not too late, to choose freely
insuring we imbue our choices, with severity
allow questioned logic to steer us away
from immoral fashion’s, conveyor belt - wastefulness
of this, our one and only opportunity - to savour
those hard earned, diversely entheogenic-fruits
of majestic existence’s: experience platter of life.
© L. B. Mek
July 2021
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when i can find the words to praise such a write...I will;
until then.
BRAVO!
one of those scribbles, singed
by that molten ink of frustration,
appreciate you reading with an open mind, dear Poet
and your kind words/gesture of support/encouragement
more than you can imagine, thank you!
A plethora of emotions
That hold
The beautiful insights
That join together
Giving us the guiding lines
It ends with a charming smile
Whatever our emotions be
They are priceless
Experiences are the best teachers
indeed, but we can't help
trying to warn people, from experiencing
the more unfavourable aspects
in our life choices..
thank you for your insightful comments
Wish
I could be aware of the thorns
When I touched the rose
The beauty stored the thorn
How careless I am
to be unknown
It probably has not quite all, already been said, but I have no doubt, it wont be long, before it has ...
Therefore and under such circumstances, I shall respectfully allow all those who came both before me and those who will no doubt follow, serve as my mouthpiece ................. Neville
you have no idea, how humbling it always is
just to see your name in my comments, dear Poet
with the utmost sincerity, I thank you!
Blue skies, strain to stay merciful
in all, but that final surge of decimation:
hurricane sighs, typhoon tears - streaking
Nature’s fury, through every season.
We are facing the worst rainfalls in Kerala from 2018 onward... We must learn to live in tandem with nature... Laotzu told it long back...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dSETF1msUq4
indeed, our accumulation of selfish, bad choices and decisions
has meant we now face the wrath of Nature, regularly
I find it exceptionally insightful of you to make the connection
between my feeble words and Laozi's wisdom
'“He who controls others may be powerful, but
he who has mastered himself is mightier still.”
(this quote from Taoism's guiding father
best summarises what I was trying to convey
not only in this write
but in my previous one, titled 'If choice remains...'),
self-restraint, and self-governance
are so murky and frustratingly complicated
due to how much, our choices are intertwined,
while in contrast, how much
our reactions and choices - differ, from moment
to incident and from person to person...
still, we must try!
(thank you, wise Poet
for contributing such a meaningful comment)
This is beyond what writing is. A true pleasure to read, thank you
wow!
I'm so glad you could connect to this write
and I humbly thank you, for your generous
words of encouragement
Thought provoking, a strong message sent with ferver. It provokes the question of whether nature and its drive for propagation of the species is stronger that individual bods and love. A powerful write L.B.
a long rant, masquerading as art
lol
sorry my friend, thank you!
just glad you could relate
(a question of perspective I guess, dear Poet
broken homes, as barren moral foundations
fatherless as our go-to universal, state
what else can we expect?
nothing wrong with having fun, but
when generations assume, all their is
to intimacy
is that dehumanising physical, lust
devoid of emotional connections
that's when consequences are born
behold: population collapse, at alarming rates...
but what do I know, Nature's has a way
of correcting our fallibility mistakes
we can just do as we want, and wait
for that promise land, ice age...!)
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