Author: lbstowe

It seems some lives are nowt but misery.
Even, for those festooned in luxury.

They spend, decorate & upgrade living.
Yet, the mind’s old haunts still strife are giving.

Buried by agency or none at all…
Neither’s precluded from sad’s siren call.

Hot melted gold slung on any free walls…
Can’t change the vibe of brains’ labyrinth halls.

Seems only one effort can even budge…
The needled point of your happiness judge.

Regular maintenance balance provides.
Work on the self & its rattling insides.

Covering cancers in humour…
Is how to avoid their tumors.

Look for a break in cloudy skies.
Look for thunderous cracking wise.

Build a strong wall of certainty…
& a drawbridge of clemency.

Make the best from all of the worst.
Make steel against your ballast’s burst.

Keep minds & hearts as open things.
Keep music near so spirits sing.

Hope for better; ready for bad.
Be the you that’s classic, not fad.

Believe that you can add your worth…
& life without it’s poor in mirth. 

Just one can’t make ache go away.
All, together, can save the day.

Drop by drop an ocean is filled.
Life’s mostly tasks of strength & will.

Endurance & bolstering: musts.
All lazy coasters die by rust.

Most work can be done on your own.
But, more & quicker with friends shown.

We all at our tasks raise the bar.
Cumulative interest shoots star.

Close to fulfilled, water turns white.
Tumbled froth, violent & light.

This bottleneck of general goals…
Makes us all choose the way life goes.

Together, we choose: rise or fall.
Together, we lose; or win all.  

Religion & repression sculpt the witch.
Lonesome trauma & cruelty forge a bitch.

All myths encourage the esoteric…
Whether in woods or mind of a cleric.

All abuse nurtures an acerbic wit…
Whether for mean means or just doing bits.

People can be kind & humble & true.
But, they aren’t recalled when funny rolls thru.

People can be giving, open & rich.
But, none can erase the mark of a bitch.

Still, what’s seen in your image reflected…
Is purely you & you must protect it.

Socialist Dems need to come out.
That’s what our safety net’s about.

Don’t worry…capitalist pigs.
You’ll still sell all the oil in rigs.

Money wants purpose; why not us?
Fair share taxes shouldn’t cause fuss.

Private wealth just topped a trillion.
We the poor are not their pillion.

Each new boon’s first milked for profit.
We, people, just get scraps off it.

Have enough to buy elections?
Your vaults need urgent c-sections.

Healthcare, climate & fairer share:
Progressive change the rich must bear. 

Not proud of the anal planner I am.
Plans must change…boredom forces me to scram.

Tight strung tugging war with ADHD.
So, I scramble my routine; routinely.

Meditate on elusive peace & sleep.
With middling success, I can fall down deep.

Repeat meditation ‘til the “bow breaks”.
Why do meditaions need extra takes?

…One has me writing & one’s making schemes. Third delivers me to Nod…“land of dreams”.

I am not a weapon. Defend yourself.
Cease whipping me up & aiming me stealth.

Just not interested in watching you fold.
Just not able to be all of your bold.

Will not battle alone without supports.
Won’t mount campaigns on unpopular forts.

Can’t sacrifice myself to lighten loads.
Cannot play enigma to your switching codes.

If you’ve got bones to pick, pick on your own.
I’m no more the soil where your anger’s sown.

Better angels back again.
Battle ready for the win.

Better angels guiding me.
Battling my enemy.

Better angels grant me choice.
Battles aren’t a common voice.

Better angels pick my fights.
Battlefields displaying mights.

Better angels light the way.
Battlers choosing my best play.

Better angels respite give.
Battery angels combative.

Better angels show me how…
Battles end with graceful bow.

Far flung boundaries must be enforced.
Their trespassers, from welcome, divorced.

Shut them down at the moment of breech.
A hard won lesson, you’re there to teach.

With lenient terrains of rolling free…
It’s plainly obvious there’s a fee.

A cost to rude & lumberous oafs.
A bill to be paid for broken oaths.

The rules of play won’t be diluted.
Trespassers will be prosecuted.

All this extra’s too damn fancy;
Makes my blood boil makes me antsy.

Wasted lives & wasted effort.
Waste abandoned in time’s desert.

So many needy & few fine.
Distance vast, between ledger lines.

A rolling bubble set in veins.
Heated to witness pointless pains.

Like justice & it’s shuttering.
Like civil order fluttering.

Gilded lilies & gilded halls.
Gold leaf viral on richer walls.

We have too much…or not enough.
Water not level; always rough.

What is balance & how’s it struck?
It’s not by greed or even luck.

It takes consensus & intent…
To make a zeitgeist balance bent.