Monday, January 15, 2018

Collage

A leader on the verge of suicide.
A president plotting to build more golf courses. 
People divided by their views of a dream.
Green dollars being divided by two types of people and the truth cannot be accepted.
Two parties fighting for power, tax dollars spread all over the world. 
Simple minds robbing those with intellect; those who provide, hiding in big houses, guarding the goods from those with nothing left.
Who will create something to live for, only to have it taken away so someone else can move on.
Oh, if I had only stopped the fun and paid off that loan.  
Missions of statements driven by businesses holding on to their last dollars.
Someone holding on to their religious belief, still searching for answers.
Opinions with standing ovations and a man standing on the ledge. 
Balls being thrown up and down a court and a field with injured players being forced to play.
Planes sliding off of the runway and little girls on a screen barely clothed.
Poets, searching for words to explain, standing on corners with empty cups.
People high off of sex, porn, and drugs.
Alcohol and cigarettes everywhere and yet still it's never enough.
Young children watching television with visions inflated by what they see and time passing by as they slowly lose their minds.
In the midst of the imagination, a preacher sits in a pulpit with his wife and daughter passing the plate around.
From a distance, there's a small sense of reality, because the preacher's daughter is provocative, and in the painting it appears as though she is trying to steal his sword.
Realizing the reality of each situation, some people have awaken from the dream.
Just like you, I too am stuck in the collage, searching for something to hold on to and something to eat.

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