Venezuelas suffering

In the barrios of Venezuela

Times are certainly tough

Choked by US sanctions

Out of imperialistic lust

Look other South American

States who suffered the same in the past

You see the poverty and destitution

Will continually last

Because its in America’s backyard

Sovereign status means nothing to some

Ask Iraqis and the Syrians

Covert wars created be imperialists

Covered up as internal rebellion

Have any of the countries prospered?

No but they are ripe for corporate exploitation

Now sadly its time to see

It happen to the Venezuelans

At the hands of the corporate and greedy

Interfering Americans

That’s not to say Maduro is not the problem

But let Venezuela solve things in their own way

Don’t install some puppet government

To steal their oil and potential wealth away

I only hope Venezuelan people are paying attention and are wide awake

Many governments would like what they got

And would wish to steal their oil today

But its what if done right could pave a better flutter for them one day

And see them prosper and thrive

And see greater equality strive

To ensure it enriches all the peoples lives

It’s not just a dream it’s their rights.

Surreal celebration

Shadows cast but dancing alone

Egotistical dreams in velvet thrones

Satin hearts bleed yet remain serene

Conscious thought resides in serendipity

Ghostly apparitions tread the Boards

And whispering children are the source.

Night time passes over us reflecting

Moonbeams and light rays

Bouncing off water as it ripples

Leaving shimmering mirror imagery

This is a time for us to sit an enjoy

The party of conscious surreal reality

Created in scenes and patterns

From the human mind

An entity still unknown yet by nature is divine

I echo past beliefs which are perspicacious by design

Yet understand still all is fine

Because for its all created by our abstract findings

Over a millennium of time.

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Frustration

Frustration

Washing over

Frustration

I find it hard to breathe

Frustration

I just need a break

Frustration

I need a release today

I need to have some good fortune come my way

I need opportunities to raise my frequency

Maybe then it may own, I will finally achieve

Just what it is I am trying to be

Frustration

Holds me down

Frustration

I can’t make a sound

Frustration

I need to be discovered

I am hoping desperately to be found.

Feminine display

She wears clothes that show her style

She has an infectious radiant smile

She glistens in the summer sun

She is happy never glum

For she is beauty she is grace

A modern woman in everyway

She always pays her own way

Works towards her goals each and every day

To follow her ambitions, work and faith

Nothing ever gets in her way

She is independent and shares her love

She is individual yet her kindness overflows her cup

Compassionate at heart and full of warmth in soul

She is all embracing never cold

But she is strong and intelligent I have to say

An amazing example of the feminine divine on display.

Words of power

Words are power

Words can kill like guns

Controlled by those who don’t care enough

Words can incite hatred and death

Words can lead to the loss of breath

To those who are innocent but get in the way

Then they claim those words that they displayed

Were simply jokes and they never meant it

These people are completely demented

They don’t know the power of the words they use

So they use them to hate and abuse

Then as reaction by those easily lead

Act on these words and leave people dead

People need to take care of the words

That they use because they cause hurt

It’s not a intellectual thesis or point of view

It’s simply the brutal truth

Words are dangerous used by the ignorant and hateful few

And those who die because of this leave their blood on you.

Patina covers everything

Over time I’ve sat here in my home

And life has come and gone

And time has flown

And all the things have gotten old

Just like my looks and soul

And I sit here staring at the antiques

And I see the patina and my eyes weep

The greeny brown film is covering everything

And if I had the eyes to see

Maybe I would have witnessed

The same film creeping over me

As a show of age that’s passing

But unlike my antiques I know I am not so everlasting

Sitting in this place, this home

Everything has grown so old

Everything has been left behind in time

And cobwebs dust and patina covering everything

Are not the only signs I can see

I see the age through the wrinkles and the grey hair about me

This will be eulogy that will end up defining me

At the end

Covered in patina dust and cobwebs.