Ninety-Nine Percent

Ninety-Nine  Percent

We’re so much less than we were ever born to be
It seems you see
                          this is a world set up to serve the tiniest Minority

A common political diffusion, focused on fixed financial profusion, aimed at mass confusion, promoting a mechanistic mentality
That does its best to box us in, set us up, and rob us of our Humanity

Such HARD choices , made before most of us even take a breath

A “matter of fact” world made up of mean compromise and shoddy pretence

A salesman’s paradise without dimension, a staged scene, a painted over prop produced to push a lie:
“Work hard, head down , just like Us –  you to can Rise
Or accept your lot, turn on your TV -set, relax and let it happen, You were born to serve”  

Our fruits, our ken, our hardest won rewards (tell of something more)
Our Poetry, our Literature, our Songs, sing of something else

But it seems they’re all for the dogs?

Even science
Subtle complexity of mind, independent thinking
Chained
Shorn of beauty, laid bare, cold and unadorned
Unloved servant of the flesh
Stripped and strapped and pressed into rude service  
When with it we should soar
To find new vista’s, new horizons, new dimensions
The heavens as our gateway, inspiration as our door

But no, it seems we are not set on seeking more
Our freedoms are nothing but a corporate invention, our lives spent marking time in service of a pipe-dream, our best minds bent on making:
                                                                     Fixed, fee, derivative, credit, swaps

And Yet
They call Us mad, for seeking something else?
They say, there is no other way
Things are as they are
                                   and that’s how they’ll stay
                                                           and so we’re forced to “Occupy”

They do not fear us yet, they do not hear us yet
but they will, for we are waking
We are the ninety nine percent

Mankind at Play #poetry

Mankind at play

Some words I’d like to say
About the things we do instead, about the games we play:
 
It’s not just diversion, it’s distraction that we seek
We want to hide from the cold, hard, facts because we’re weak

It’s joy and escapism to flee the world we build
Because it’s hard to face the harsh realities unfurled

But we’ll take the joy, the sparkling moments that we find
The happiness between cracks, the pleasures of the mind

And in this brief interlude, oasis of the heart
Something new and green can grow, enough to make a start

And taking this I’m hoping
That one day soon we’ll find
The courage to forget we’re working and learn to savour all mankind

One Percent

I was asked to take part in a G+ poetry slam. 

I challenged myself to see what I could come up with by way of  new stuff on short notice this was my first attempt and I didn’t use it but I thought i’d post it rather than bin it.

It’s a little whimsical

 
Just 1% of people have the money and the power
They’ve got away with it for years but now things are turning sour

We sit in stunned silence at the advent of their greed
We scarce believe the inhumanity
     that could so disregard the need

Of so many
In place of the gratification of so few

It seems to me
          and I’m sure no doubt, it seems the same to you
                   That maybe we should be trying something better, attempting something new?

Well, Socialism’s off the cards
                               and the communists are Bust
Democracy’s all the rage, but that’s certainly not US

Capitalism’s what got us here and so we’d better not
Aristocracy and monarchy well they’re, sooner best forgot

Fascism and dictatorships, management by the Church… non of them did the job I’m not sure which of “Them” is worse

So what’s left , there’s really not much else
Unless that is we truly want a change
                                                      and decide to Share the Wealth

What’s this you say, and give away half of what we’ve got?
It doesn’t sound to promising, but what the hell, we’ll try, why not

I’ll give some up and share it with my fellow man  
       not to make a profit but just because I can

Maybe without division, with one market for us all
We’ll begin to see the worth of man and maybe stem the fall

If we set the common ground for the dignity of man,
            before we start the race for riches (each doing what he can)

If first we eat and shelter and everyone gets taught,
             then we start the race to see, that each’s getting what they ought

Profit as reward for service, in the common good
      Each company competing but being punished for not acting like they should

Where double dealing cheaters are made to feel like fools
With prison terms and chastisements for those who break the rules

With politicians, working to represent
“Our views”
              Rather than serving the vested interest
                                                   that pays and turns the screws

“Wow I’m hearing what your saying It really sounds quite grand
With love and brotherhood and apple pie throughout the land
What’s stopping us, lets get started, it seems we have a plan?”

Well we would, if we could, but it seems we need permission from the 1%, before we can?

*Soft Light* Seize the chance while your eyes are still good to see it\The soft-light that autumn brings #poetry

*Soft Light*

Seize the chance while your eyes are still good to see it

The soft-light that autumn brings

Soft without blurring 

The clear edged golden, green, brown leaves that twinkle with the breeze.

 

Leave your busy day and borrow some moments for yourself

To store up memories for later

When though you have the time, your eyes won't work so well

If you can’t explain it simply, you don’t understand it well enough – Einstein

Courtesy of PICCSY http://piccsy.com/2011/04/einstein-tianohms/