Beneath this bridge
There lives a troll.
The telltale signs:
A trail of
Goat bones and
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Tag: Social Commentary
dispossessing
the fields of dispossessing have passed to other hands, that is, i think, tradition in these lands and all lands, actually the summer rains are sweltering and we've been helter-skeltering and sheltering and harboring our fears, but those we packed up with the little bit of pride that we had left. there is no steinbeck here, no chronicle of what we had and lost, that's somehow lyrical it's just a bunch of mud and generations
To share is human:
Just Another Tool
We glorify diversity
Then split up in to pools
Where everyone thinks just like us
And all the rest are fools
The Internet, another in
The long line of devices
Which, in the hands of humans,
Serve to magnify
Our vices
To share is human:
Cherries
Social realities
Common dualities
Made from societal modern modalities
Hoping for Socrates
Stuck with banalities
Tortured by habit and anger and lyme disease
Cherries we pick and then stack into piles
Hidden by marketing image and smiles
Alibis heightening
Chains are all tightening
People who jump at the first sign of ripening
Burdens delightening
Fear of de-whitening
All who can listen are due for enlightening
Cherries we pick and then bushel away
Fruit that must come, and the price
We must pay
To share is human:
the power of the many
well-lit monuments
can be full of crowds
but still
empty.
cities, like ancient temples:
conspicuous opulence
in service of
our objects of worship.
the sight of
something no one person could do,
set to reinforce
the significance and power of the many,
encouraging us
to stay in our pack,
with the other wolves, or ants,
carefully ignoring that
we may be a totally different
type of animal.
there are those who value individuals,
and those who most value society,
and frequently we find
the latter pretending to be
the former.
for if you must think as the crowd thinks,
there is no you;
all these glittering lights
are just warning signs around the perimeter
of a glorified
stockade
To share is human:
The Ivy
The ivy comes, and chokes to death
A forest in its glory —
Shall we pass by and barely see,
And yawn, “the same old story”?
We hardly feel the difference
As boundaries are ceded —
The slow and the inexorable:
They’re almost undefeated
And then, it’s happening to us,
We find ourselves surrounded —
Why didn’t we do anything
When others were confounded?
The ivy comes, and devastates,
And does it without fuss —
And we had better kill it now,
Ere it takes care
Of us
To share is human:
Sects (and Violence)
The Guelfs come raining down,
The Ghibellines run free,
The Hatfields and McCoys are here,
As they will ever be.
Behold, the truth is splintered
Into something less than fractions,
As daily news is overrun
By ever-warring
Factions
To share is human:
Implausible
The present seems implausible,
Yet it appears to be —
It’s hard to reconcile with
Mere probability
I know that we can’t know our fates,
The things life has in store —
But we can’t even figure out
The present
Anymore
