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Omissions...

Omissions….

Emissions are low,
but still the city dies,
politicians know
they hide behind a
compromise.

Students become hookers
to pay for education,
all the good lookers
are supping medication.

We the silent few,
aghast at what we see,
rarely state our view,
is it next for you or me.

Where does our cowardice
begin, could it stem from
feelings of little worth.
Or does it grow within,
a father's sperm, a mother's
womb before our birth.

Can we rear our fear,
does the bully beat us to
submission, will we ever
be sincere. in this war
of paranoid attrition.

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humble works for great purpose!
This writing sounds off and hits the steady nerve..the main drag
nervous to read for its real..Like Buffy St Maries voice back in the day
One would have too be hooked to codienne to know
like this work...Most will turn politely away...
not wanting to see what is there amongst..living with them!
Its beautiful too in its accuracy of social dogmism (My hip new expression
for that old thing..like avoiding cool and Hey man nowdays)
"I am tired of your false sincerity" said one person to me screaming
from the window...on a crowded street..He became above a raving lunatic
albeit a very bright one..and I below an ordinary intellect just a mere
witness like all the rest...Politely and sincerely deaf! There were the
usual gestures of indifference before all that!...
Life as a raw turnip! sounds like a canadian novelette
very tasty write....and to use these veggies requires knowledge
and perspective...Not the easy fast french fries hoarded on a tin
and set to three fifty or four hundred!!
always greatly enjoy your poetry....
I met many whom lived the life described and do....
I judge but whom am I....
when they Love me with all my brokeness
and haunted anger and sadness...
lethargy...
and then the vital never stop frugal insanity
of the go go go..

I know many who stay quiet....very radical
and strong top dogs..But you can see it
in their eyes...they want to burst...
and they just stick with their wives
or hubbies...look to the ceiling if I stop
to chat and move on...
whereupon I am always noting..chatting
to the open air like a mic to my broadcast
of madness to those that cant help
but to listen...sincerity false or not..

age old greed..the ship is sinking
only so many liferafts...
we need the gold..the minds
not the people...
wisk them here..let the rest
suffer in the ruins.

so people stay silent
mindless..hoping no one
notices...

tricksterism is hard
survival tough
working the angles
sometimes impossible
like splitting diamonds
but it can be done..
a smooth unbelmished
creation can be
made...

Dig Your Writing Man!!
thank u!

Your comments, just like your writing, is a pleasure to read. And I deeply believe if we met, we'd be friends. Thank you, Regards Roscoe...

Roscoe Llane,

Religion will rip your faith off, and return
for the mask of disbelief that's left.

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Love the rhythm of the piece, the raw, gutsy feeling of it, and the power! Definitely a winner in my book!

Thank you Lonnie, great to hear from you. Glad you enjoyed, Regards Roscoe..

Roscoe Llane,

Religion will rip your faith off, and return
for the mask of disbelief that's left.

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The truth is we are lost in a world of domestication, what we perceive comes from what we see and hear. what we are feed is what we believe. The secret is to have clarity in our own heads, you ask how, by questioning everything we were taught in our old domestication that started with our parents beliefs.
Stand up and be counted as a free person and not a sheep that is lead to the slaughter.
There is no heaven or hell which breed fear to live.
fear is a state of mind created chemically.
Good poem that has many questions that need answering in your own head.
(as he wonders what his fear are if any)

Eddie

LIFE ISN'T ABOUT WAITING FOR THE STORM TO PASS
IT'S ABOUT LEARNING HOW TO DANCE IN THE RAIN.
VIVIAN GREENE

The box in the corner controlled by the wealthy, feeds our fears and nearly every other waking thought. The Elephant in the room is the unconscious people who suck it up. Thank you for commenting. Regards Roscoe...

Roscoe Llane,

Religion will rip your faith off, and return
for the mask of disbelief that's left.

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I fear that as we are being run by the bullies of greed, served by the money they wring from the poor, instead of making things right in each country, they still are the leeches that suck the life's blood from all they touch.
I am sometimes glad that I am old..
Is it our education system that is wrong, I just don't know anymore, I wonder if there is caviar in the food banks???
Great write, Yours Ian..

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Yours as always, Ian.T, Sparrow, and Yenti

Very true Ian, it seems history has taught us nothing. Regards Roscoe....

Roscoe Llane,

Religion will rip your faith off, and return
for the mask of disbelief that's left.

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