social commentary
There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
Release of Reason
Some bizarre test, the line of what is sane and insane is broken without a pause. A moment in memory takes flight and the measure of life lays on the line. Seething anger grows over time and the balance is on the line. Forever dwells in that moment, hope remains unseen. Pushed to the brink, it all falls apart. Life no longer has meaning and sanity shatters. Her life in the monsters hands pleads but his mind splinters. What measure of a man has he become. Just a turning point in time, nothing predictable. Her life wanes as his breaks. His eyes meets hers as the grey of lifelessness sets in. Splintered again, the agony of what he's done crushes his heart and very soul. He pleads with her to come back. His senses corrupt and reason released, her breath has ceased. Cries of remorse, he cannot reverse his course. He draws a blade from the drawer, he cuts. Soon he too, is never more. Can nothing undo his release of reason. Falls to the floor like the passing season. What evils can form is beyond all reason.
By Jack Wayne Arnett5 years ago in Poets
Look through the looking glasses
In today's world and up bringing can be a new and bright occasion. Even if an odd number was relevant in a life that brings life, would there be a reason for asking who is next in line. From a super hero forming a nation of why we are here, can you actually hear the reason for being. Maybe we are all stuck at the letter A; the vowel has to bought in order to form a word; but who made the puzzle? After sleeping during a surgical instrumental, I wonder if an underwriter can control their own version of REM sleep (Rapid Eye Movement). Blinking is set to keep the dust and dirt out of our eyes but who wants that floating around in their drink. If the death of a chicken can slice a realm, and a mannequin can, can can, dances with wolves greatly supersede diamonds and glasses. One is used to sea the world and the other is used to see the world, therefore inner body still shares the skin of the stock, that creates milestone markets. Natural is natural almost like breathing air and combing hair. But remember the length of a book including the bible has so many names we still have to wonder where checkers meets chess. King me or queen me the staff of a corporation is still strong, bullish engulfment creates a fiduciary mess which can only be stopped by the light of a lit white candle. Birthday cakes have chocolate and vanilla frosting, some are even buttercream, but new baking recipes can only have salutations if all candles are blown out. How many minds does it take to put together a life long ancestry lie, with total wanna be down domination? Sparking a catastrophe with inner mental mentions only helps all for you type personality. If my mothers words are for me, how world a nothing, we never seen of such story to strike nerve. Reflexes are seen by the doctoral instrument, and if men can take a knee, the sun may just reflect to save energy where a diamond is still in the rough.(Diamond in the rough, Aladdin, Walt Disney movie 1992) Object an objection and natural may occur, sleep may live and life be breath through its dreams. My dreams move trough motion pictures, while televisions are now receipt numbers. How may I help you today? True or False?
By Cornelius Jackson5 years ago in Poets
