Somewhere in the middle of nowhere

When I grow up
I wannabe a dictator

somwewhere in the middle of nowhere

gonna feed on fears
and be drunk on tears

I’m gonna turn all the leaves blue
Till no one remembers that greenish hue

Rape all the beautiful women
And make the sword mightier than the pen

Sing songs of sorrow on birthdays
Making sure no criminal ever pays

Tell soo many lies,
the truth dies…
and honesty cries

Somwewhere in the middle of nowhere

Where the brave are cowards
My word making them fold like cards

where sellers are scared to display their ware
Cause there is no quarantee for their welfare

Weeping and wailing a soudtrack to life
hunger and thirst the poor man’s wife

Joy and happiness remaining remnants of a gone age
making people yearn for the turn of a new page

Somewhere in the middle of nowhere

Where wrong Burns bright
and two wrongs make a right..

I will be a dictator.

A PARALLEL UNIVERSE Promote – Yourself

poetreecreations.wordpress.com

Where there is gloom, there is elsewhere, joy;

Where hate dwells, in another place, love inspires;

Where barbs fly, nearby a child plays with a toy;

Where gunshots wound,  around the world a shooting star fires.

 

When screams ring out, babies giggle;

When corruption pervades, honor exists;

When injustices erode our foundation, good deeds triple;

When innocents lose hope, faith persists.

 

If our environment is threatened, activists fight harder.

If our coffers are empty, our communities provide.

If our American Dream diminishes, voices scream louder.

If our eyes are closed to suffering, in another universe they’re open wide.

 

 

Wendy Shreve

View original post

The Crane

The Crane.

The Crane

I look up I look down
forever bulking on my metal muscles
hauling for all I’m worth
the man in me stoically tapping away
obsessively compulsively, but never in disorder
oblivious to my thoughts

I look up I look down
searching through the blue
for all the fish in the world
juicy brow-less bony fish
waiting to swim down my scrawny neck
oblivious to my hunger

I look up I look down
the man doesn’t know
the fish can’t tell
a thought stuck in my thoughts
oblivious to them all

wondering if I’m bird or machine
please tell me

the world has me at a loss..