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Stress Free Days

Look back to a time of stress free days and wonder
Why is it we don't allow our children the same comforts
To just be, what selfishness has become us?

What are we teaching them; to not be?
Why are we not teaching them to gleam, their dreams
Did not we build clothes line tents, and wooden swords and  guns

Was that not fun?

To use ones mind anytime, to make believe
When was it we stopped dreaming and started dreading
Our daily lives we do not live but, survive why? 

I'll tell you why, its mind control upon a flat screen
Flashes of serendipity
To please our eyes and lullaby our brains

They don't want to let us tigers out
That would cause a strain
They whomever them is

Want straw hats upon our heads
And ball and chains around our brains
That they may control the gains

They are masters of this mind controled
For they change the rules as they go along
They are re-writing and deleting the words to our songs

Video games and cameras every where
Who is watching whom
And by God who is watching you and I

Model strains, cosmic glue and plastic cards
They build upon their empires
Sports Cars and Sport Coats

These fans shall pay for their hero's
I think they have only become the zeros
Cha Ching and diamond rings

Where are they running from and whom
And why is it not upon our screens
"Sorry" I did not mean to cause

Anyone any "Trouble"
They told me "Don't Break the Ice" 
Or try and play these "games"

Of "Life"  watch out now
I am in their "Cross Fire"
They have got a "Monopoly"

On all of our screens
They play with us all as if
It were a game of "Dice"


                 by
Sinbad the Sailor Man
— Sinbadthesailorman, Aug 09, 2009

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Region, Country: U.S. A. Indiana, Valparaiso, USA

Favorite Poets: Robert Frost, Walt Whitman, Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Carl Sandburg these I have read some And so Many More. I have no Favorite or any that I dislike. Whom I consider to be poets; of course there are many Dark and hateful souls, who would cry out and to I will lend an ear, but some. They just leave a awful taste in my heart that I can not bear to read twice. Let alone as many times I would do normally; as I must.

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Janice Pearce

Janice Pearce

16 years 10 months ago

Stress free Days

I can relate to this. Imagination station when we were kids no TV watching, computers, gameboys, i-pods, nothing. Just being outdoors with other children relating to eachother and nature and simple objects, making up games!It's a whole different ball game now~ ______________________________________________________ Income-tax forms should be more realistic by allowing the taxpayer to list "Uncle Sam" as a dependent Anonymous
Sinbadthesailorman

Sinbadthesailorman

15 years 11 months ago

I don't think any of the kids I know played any thing

unless it is organized my someone else. Pop warner, T-Ball, Soccer, when I was a kid you would have to wait for a court or a field to open. Because every one was using them. Play grounds look like ghost towns and deserts it is sad. I haven't been to the beach this year or to the river. I can't afford anything were is the infrastructure for relaxation? Every park use to have charcoal grills to be used now you have to pay to rent the pavilions. Greed is all it is the parks use to provide things to do. But, now you have to beg to use the park and just try to use the rest rooms they are are all locked. It's a sad world today, not to many people no how to get out and have a Saturday in the park with out Drinking and causing trouble. Drive-bys and Hookers, Drugs and they want more more money to do nothing. Just wait and watch the vigilantes will start appearing and crime will go down and then they'll want to put the vigilantes in jail for life and let the shit birds out in five years. Donnie/Sinbad I need a beer whew this darn blood is so hard to wash off "L" scrub Giggle rinse