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Let’s Do It, Let’s Fall In Love

Consider it, my friends. To be in Paris in the 1920s, to escape and find that magic! To take it and bring it back to the present to find yourself and everything you’ve ever dreamed of. Take that magic and that majesty you found in the past and apply it to the world at large. Oh, to be in a wonderful world of wizards and sorcerers, casting their magics on pages and canvases and the keys of pianos. What a wonderful world it will be, filled with art and song.

Carnival Comes to Paris

There’s flying and there’s dying

Both ending on the ground

Hearing that one final sound

Make refuge there, in burial mound

A man in a three-piece suit

Playing the piano

Can’t help but fall in love

Fly away, little dove

All affairs fair at the fair, long as you can pay the fare

Car broke down

Grab the spare

It’s a long way back to town

One day soon we’ll be back home

One day soon I’ll read that tome

Evil little lexicon

Stare me down, thereupon

Sitting on the shelf

Bore your holes

Whack those moles

Cross the bridge and pay the tolls

Find yourself and find our souls

I Am Angry

I am more angry than I have ever been. Seething. Burning. I am undervalued. Undersold. Powerless and voiceless in a world that would forget my life and experiences and relationships as if they were a blip on nobody’s radar, were I to disappear today. It’s not that no one cares. Many, many people care. I am not alone. Far from it. I am loved by so many people. I know this. I value this. It is the many who treat this world as a playground, the many who treat this world as a plaything, to be used and thrown away. Opportunities are scant, pay is a pittance, the climate in decline, the true Great War on the horizon… How are we to not be disillusioned? How are we to not be angry? Lacking purpose and guidance my generation trudges on through the slowly hardening concrete poured by generations before, hardening and slowing our progress, turning the Earth into a desolate wasteland we alone will survive to navigate. With no guidance, we must find our own way. We must save ourselves and our world. No one else will. And I am angry.

Eaten Away

there is beauty in this slow decay

extant expression

deterioration

hazel eyes, so much light

a facade, hidden from sight

a mind gone bad

past its due date

just a tad

Coindexter

Good morning! No intense emotions today, as much as I know everybody loves those (more are coming soon, worry not). I wanted to post something that most people could relate to. Here I’ve got a poem about how hard it can be to exist in a world where money seems to be everything, and a world in which I’d just like to be a simple mushroom farmer.

Rich Taste

epicurean delights

turkish midnights

all the world’s many sights

all the fool’s many slights

flying far above and wide

eyeing and spying the other side

hoping and praying to take a ride

perhaps by lead of some great guide

how hard it is to venture

when one so feels indentured

a world apart from adventure

left only to this debenture

toiling, roiling and fairing so well

i only wish that i could tell

seeking to rise, casting a spell

only to find it already fell

simple questions, simple answers

easy to say, amidst your tenures

how am i to find, among the firs

a way to join these far flung sers?

i wish not for excess

but for some modicum of success

a world in which i have time for recess

a world in which under which i face no more duress

spellbound daydreamers await their letter

hoping someday that it gets better

bound by unseen fetter

wrists chafing and redder

one hard day after another

calling for your mother

calling to be smothered

knowing only bother

i know what i want and how to get there

though my coffers lie bare

anxious while they stare

if only they happened to care