Happy Truth!

Live the life that you want,
It should then come to you,
Searching for things only leads to searching,
That's all you'll ever do,

But act as if what you want's what you have,
Then you've already won,
Maybe your true desires will find their way,
Through circumstance into your possession,

Then when you find yourself on your deathbed,
With none of what you'd hoped,
You'll have no regrets for wasting your life,
Coiling an endless rope,

'Cause that's the thing,
No matter what you do,
You'll never have what you want in your life,
I just didn't want to make you feel blue.

One State's Oppression

Burma's in a crisis,
It has been for a while,
The daily life of too many folks there's,
Tantamount to exile,

From what it should be to be free humans,
To spout off narrowly,
Be able to run to the arms of life,
Not choose twixt death and fleeing fearfully,

Perhaps there's a joy in fighting for life,
Standing 'gainst oppression,
Watching the death of loved ones far too young,
Extreme sports ten point one,

Though I doubt it,
Without firsthand knowledge,
I'll go out on a limb and say out loud,
Fear for one's life's never a privilege.

As The World Turns

You can just imagine,
Any terrible thing,
Horrors you wouldn't wish on anyone,
If you had an inkling,

Of what many would call humanity,
But I am not too sure,
Based on acts many are capable of,
Seems our potential goes beyond nature,

Individuals shooting down strangers,
Unprovoked everyday,
Governments repressing its citizens,
Feigning democracy,

Then there is me,
Collectively, I mean,
A part of the sum of this deadly race,
Doing nothing to change this horrid scene.

Down

Life is filled with endings,
It could be anything,
Someone you love dies right in front of you,
Then just keeps on walking,

Your world view becomes annihilated,
For it gets no respect,
You must decide to search new surroundings,
Or kill the person who lives in your head,

Perhaps you ended something long ago,
Withou e'en realizing,
Too far back to turn around to get it,
Too old for realizing,

It's not too late,
Time's end will never come,
If beginnings replace disappointments,
Rebirth will always follow destruction.<\blockquote>

Anna

She is not regretful,
How can she be, so young?
Her mistakes were as stupid at her age,
As mostly everyone,

Instead of spending the night with someone,
That she just met night,
She asked for money from the powerful,
But they could afford it, anyway, right?

She wanted to start an art foundation,
That's not fabrication,
Says she'll use her fame beneficently,
No that she's matured some,

The fake heiress!
Though NOT a socialite,
Certainly, someone who's lived more than most,
Surely, more brazenly than many might.

Ode To The Mariner

There are people thriving,
Have and always will be,
If history and present state of things,
Name perpetuity,

The albatross was slain cent'ries ago,
But killed e'en before that,
What world of ghostly apparitions could,
Exist, but one in which a god does act?

Who decides chaos should just run its course,
Like multiplying cells,
Let them believe after death, not on earth,
Reside heaven and hell.

Then rain might fall,
Black lips turned red from black,
Still, souls must suffer lest living be free,
Of dreams of worlds where suffering does lack.

Don't Change

Life's not about control,
Of yourself or others,
Both have agency behond your purview,
Between one another,

Nor can you sway the events of the world,
Or of your daily life,
Try changing one and you change the other,
In ways you wouldn't have done otherwise,

Also, don't even try to change nothing,
That's a losing battle,
Like trying to turn left, riding a horse,
When you're just the saddle,

But don't assume,
You still don't affect change,
Just by simply existing on this earth,
To make room, things had to be rearranged.

Navalny's Cat

Who knows what to believe,
Concerning Navalny,
Stripped of the sheild, "prisoner of concience",
By non-gov Amnesty,

Reputations can be a pendulum,
In this new world of memes,
It is not so much what is someone's truth,
But which of them's given the most esteem.

Did he record nationalistic rants?
That is what we've been told,
They're probably available on line,
IF my time were less gold,

Instead, I read,
The world's latest headlines,
Dig deeper sometimes in the article,
To know where on the pendulum's arch I'm.

The Desert Memes

How you get it out there,
Is as hard as the what,
This world is as fluid as a river,
With the flood gates wide shut,

Nobody knows what they want anymore,
Says the frustrated ones,
While others ride the wave of influence,
To fifteen minutes of online income,

While more others know nothing about it,
The internet's a dream,
Where the only true reality is,
What does IRL mean?

I really lack,
Any capacity,
To understand how to connect at all,
Amid these endless possiblities.

Meditate On It

Everything gets better,
At the same time gets worse,
No change strikes everybody equally,
It is blessing or curse,

Which it is, is determined diff'rently,
Depending who you are,
Your confidence, upbringing, attitude,
Whether you have payments left on your car.

Me, I never expect the good to last,
Nor bad, for that matter,
Change is what reality's most known for,
That, and some god's laughter.

Take a moment,
Clear your mind of all thought,
This is the only place that will not change,
Where you can go when you are feeling fraught.

Check In

Life has continued on,
The garbage is picked up,
There may be more empties for scavengers,
But still, no half-full cup,

Memories are slowly being replaced,
With time in quarantine,
For those lucky enough to have a home,
But for many, things are much like they've been,

While others thrive like they've never before,
And before, thrive they did,
It's like the tap of magnification,
Has been ripped right open,

If you were poor,
Boy, aren't you poor, now?
That's the way capitalism survives,
When ninety-nine percent can't figure how.

Getting Ahead

If you've rigidity,
Leading to this moment,
Now you think the world will open for you,
To pay you recompense,

For a new horizon you've opened up,
Due to you're awesomeness
Remember nothing in this world is gained,
Without some major monotonousness,

For you must be understood to succeed,
Which is not that easy,
Not only the thousands of languages,
But personality,

Plus selfishness,
Don't forget jealousy
Getting ahead avoiding crushing toes,
Is harder than knowing your destiny.

Know Other Selves

The key's to know thyself,
What motivates your soul,
Not so much to know what you should do next,
Instead, to be a mole,

Into the motivations of others,
It's called reading people,
To know thyself is to appreciate,
That everyone, ultimately's simple,

Sure, there's complexity on the surface,
Like roiling ocean waves,
Those are fleeting responses to weather,
Nothing they want to save,

Think of yourself,
The things you would die for,
That relationship's what makes us human,
Everything else is layered on that core.

A Dream Come True

Sometimes it just happens,
A magical moment,
Like you've always wished would happen to you,
Like it was heaven-sent,

So, you step back as if you aren't there,
Enjoying the glory,
Which lives only because you didn't do,
Exactly what you're doing currently,

That is when you learn life's contradiction,
That dreams really come true,
But only when you let them just become,
While ignoring them, too,

Or they just go,
Like they were never there,
Instead, some vague memory of your life,
As you have never even dreamed to dare.

Be Vigilant

The new strains are growing,
More infectious, harsher,
The kind we were happy Covid wasn't,
Wen this started, last year,

Before the protests against mask-wearing,
Then conspiracy claims,
Though if this was the illuminati,
I can't even begin to guess their aims,

So twelve months of practice at being safe,
Don't think we've learned a lot,
If the nose above that mask's any clue,
Or the headache I've got,

So, strap in tight,
By that, I mean your mask,
Vaccines only work against what is known,
Nothing is known until it has attacked.

We, The Damned

There's too much to catch up,
Though nothing's really changed,
War persists, though fronts have slightly shifted,
Some leaders rearranged,

The poor are still poor, the rich much richer,
The irony remains,
That rather than fixing disparity,
Most wish they and the wealthy were the same,

It's true, aliens seem to be closer,
Seems they were never far,
Word is they don't want much to do with us,
Our poverty and war,

But who are they?
Is their past so sublime?
Questions that same more of the questioner,
Answering why they think we're so behind

The More Things Change

Is it getting closer?br> It seems late, already,
Not to be a harbinger of despair,
But where's Covid for me?

The safety of isolation's just fine,
With death at your doorstep,
When it's out visiting other people,
Privileged indignance is what you get,

I won't be happy until I can wheeze,
Through a ventilator,
"I did all I could to protect myself,
"What has it all been for?"

I just don't know,
But then, I never did,
The same old armchair philosophizing,
Kept prosperity from me like the plague.

Thousands Imprisoned

I am a prisoner,
Within my own country,
Not because of an act against someone
But wishing to be free,

Those are the sentiments of some Russians,
Who protested Putin,
Who ironically are now in jail,
What a cunundrum they have been put in,

Just for being born within some borders,
That have and will still change,
Police in black sent to beat them with clubs,
Life behind serpeant fangs,

So close, yet far,
What does true freedom mean?
If you have never uttered that question,
My guess is that you're not a human being.

Fear Life

Be on the precipice,
Whatever that might mean,
Unless you're teetering on the cliff's edge,
True life is never seen,

Beyond the safety of the sturdy ground,
Where footfalls waver not,
Where falling means you can get up again,
Despaite what others on the edge had thought

Those reporting on sights fear denies most,
While lauding from afar,
Either from the squalor in which their trapped,
Because life can be harsh,

Or luxury,
For a few do get that,
Who would never, though could, face the abyss,
But then, might lose it all when they come back.

Well, It Might Be Too Much

A month and new year's not,
Enough to erase it,
So I may as well write another one,
To finally admit,

What's been lying underneath all along,
Refusing any truth,
Coursing through the veins of every person,
With their dinner wine and dessert vermouth,

The imbued fear meant for the nth factor,
That might up and revolt,
Even though everyone knows they're the first,
To unfasten the bolts.

So why bother,
When good outweighs the bad?
You can't imagine what we could create,
With no restrictions on what we could have.